Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

"Then we will eradicate the demon queen and usher in today's emperor to take charge of the court..."

Fan Xin didn't listen to a word of what Blood Snake said. At this moment, he was frightened and angry, and there was a sense of fear in his heart for no reason.

I have to say that the plan of the royal family surnamed Li was too thorough.

It's so thorough that there are almost no flaws except for fake wisdom.

Fan Xin was certain that once this plan was implemented, Wu Zetian would have almost no chance of surviving.

When he thought that Datang would fall into a river of blood again, Fan Xin clenched his hands tightly, leaving Ansheng to live but just messing around every day!

"Who is the leader of you people, and when will you take action?" Fan Xin asked, suppressing his anger.

"Senior Brother Huide, the temple supervisor, is in charge of this operation, and the time is scheduled for three quarters to noon!"

"What! Three quarters at noon?" Fan Xin stood up suddenly and glanced at the moment.

It was now three o'clock in the morning, and there was less than an hour left before the assassination began.

In other words, there is not much time left for him!

After thinking this, Fan Xin quickly walked out of the prison and said to everyone.

"Zhang Huan, go to Fengge Luantai immediately and tell Prime Minister Di the truth, and ask him to summon the ministers to deal with it quickly."

"Li Lang, ride a fast horse to Nanya to transfer the Jinwu Guards. The Yulin Guards will rush to Hanguang Temple to put down the rebellion!"

Without saying a word, Zhang Huan got on his horse and ran towards Fengge Luantai.

On the contrary, Li Lang hesitated and said: "Fan Shaoqing, mobilizing the guards of the northern and southern yamen requires gold and silver fish charms and the seals of each yamen."

"Even if I go to the Luojiao camp for my humble position, I'm afraid it won't help."

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Tang Dynasty has been very strict with the deployment of troops. Without a complete process, even the general manager of the marching road cannot hope to mobilize a single soldier.

Fan Xin frowned and thought for a moment, then took off the golden dragon sword from his waist and handed it to him.

"I can't worry about that anymore. The generals of the Yulin Guard and the Jinwu Guard are both generals of the martial arts. You told them that on the one hand, they rescued the Queen Mother and made great achievements, and on the other hand, they sent troops to rescue without permission. I will give them a small punishment afterwards."

"Let them decide for themselves which is more important."

The golden dragon sword is equivalent to the emperor's personal visit, although he does not have the authority to mobilize troops.

But Fan Xin believed that with its endorsement, the generals stationed in the Luojiao camp would definitely be willing to take the risk.

Because if they succeed, what awaits them will be promotions to higher ranks.

"Don't worry, Shaoqing. I will go to the camp and inform the generals of the guards!" Li Lang tied the golden dragon sword to his back, clasped his fists and rode away.

When Dali Temple became quiet, Fan Xin turned around and scanned the six sons and more than a hundred temple soldiers one by one, and said in a deep voice.

"Everyone, once the Queen Mother is in danger, the Tang Dynasty will inevitably fall into war and tearing apart again. Do you dare to follow me to save her?"

"Shaoqing, please give the order, we are willing to go to Hanguang Temple to rescue you!"

"That's right. If you lose, you will probably die. If you win, the whole family will have enough food and clothing."

People die for wealth and birds die for food. No one wants to miss such an amazing feat of saving a car in vain.

Seeing the high morale of everyone, Fan Xin nodded and shouted.

"Okay, let's go!"

After giving the order, nearly a hundred Dali Temple officers and soldiers, led by Fan Xin, ran towards Hanguang Temple. The people they passed along the way were so frightened that they all moved aside.

Soon the group arrived in front of the mountain gate of Hanguang Temple.

Call!

Fan Xin reined in his horse and spun around twice, then looked up at the mountain gate, his face changing constantly.

Judging from the calm atmosphere, it is obvious that the assassin has not launched an attack yet.

However, he could not be sure whether there were any eyes and ears inserted by King Lu among these defenders.

Thinking of this, he got off his horse and led the people from Dali Temple towards the mountain gate.

Seeing someone approaching, the defenders immediately became vigilant. Yuwen Hushu stepped forward with his sword in hand and shouted.

"Which yamen are you from? Didn't you see that martial law is enforced here?"

Fan Xin took a deep breath and said politely: "I am the young minister of Dali Temple. I was shocked to hear that there are several murderers hiding in the temple and I am here to hunt them down!"

Hearing that they were here to hunt down murderers, Yu Wenhushu shook his head and said.

"I'm afraid not. The Queen Mother is burning incense inside. None of us can bear the responsibility of disturbing the Holy Master."

Seeing that it was a quarter of an hour before noon, but the guard in front of him refused to let him in, Fan Xin's tone immediately became cold.

"Think clearly, these murderers are hiding among the monks. Are they hurting the Queen Mother and annihilating the three clans, or are they guilty of disturbing the Holy Master?"

"This..." Yuwen Hushu hesitated. If the murderer was indeed hiding among the monks, then he must be guilty of allowing the murderer to harm the Queen Mother.

There was no time to wait for his answer. Fan Xin waved and led the people from Dali Temple into the mountain gate of Hanguang Temple.

As they arrived at the courtyard, the Qianniu Guards who were responsible for guarding the inner temple all looked this way.

"Hey, isn't this Fan Shaoqing? Why are you here?" Duan Xu asked curiously.

When his brother Duan De died in the battle at Yingzhou, it was Fan Xin who carried his ashes back, so the Duan family was very grateful to the young man.

Seeing the appearance of the visitor, Fan Xin breathed a sigh of relief and said politely.

"It turns out to be General Duan Lang. I got the news that several murderers were hiding in Hanguang Temple. In order to prevent disturbing the Queen Mother, I came to hunt them down."

"Please also ask Mr. Duan to open the inner door for your convenience and let us go to the Main Hall to find the murderer."

"I'm sorry Fan Shaoqing, General Liu Xun told me that no one is allowed to enter the Main Hall without his order."

"How about you wait here for a moment..."

There was a clang.

Before Duan Xu could finish his words, Fan Xin suddenly pulled out his sword and put it on his neck, saying coldly.

"Then Fan can only be offended. Hurry up and ask someone to open the door!"

Duan Xu signaled his subordinates to open the door and smiled bitterly at Fan Xin.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I'll explain it to you when I get the chance when the matter is urgent!" Fan Xin complained and led the people to the main hall.

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The entrance to the Main Hall.

Li Yuanjia glanced at the singing that was coming to an end and winked at Liu Xun, who nodded calmly and walked into the hall.

In an instant, the peaceful atmosphere in the hall changed and became quietly solemn.

"Amitabha, Queen Mother, the sutras dedicated to the worlds in the ten directions have been sung." Monk Huide bowed his head and said.

Wu Zetian slowly opened her eyes and said with a puzzled expression.

"It's strange. The Ksitigarbha Sutra is a Buddhist scripture. How come your temple has so many mistakes in singing it?"

"That's good, that's good. Different ways of interpreting scriptures lead to different contents. It is inevitable that there will be some errors."

"Your Majesty, the time has come. It's time for you to offer incense."

"Okay, bring me some incense." Hanguang Temple was the largest temple in Luoyang, and Wu Zetian didn't think too much about it, just thinking that Xue Huaiyi didn't manage the monks well.

In full view of everyone, a smiling monk walked towards her, holding a tray covered with a red cloth as red as blood...

"Queen Mother, the incense you want is under the red cloth. The monk will take it out for you." The monk smiled and slowly opened the cloth cover...