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Li Luo's drowsiness prevented the sages from being able to speak to the emperor of Suzaku. In the end, Jiang Zhuo was in charge, and Jing Mo sent a team of light cavalry to escort Li Luo and Suzaku over a hundred guards overnight. Go to Yanhui City.
The snowstorm stopped for a while before dawn, and after the sky was bright, the heavy snow was blown by the wind again and again.
The Allied Forces of the Five Nations pulled up their camp in the heavy snow and walked towards the end of the wasteland.
A few goshawks circled above the army for a while, then scattered and flew away.
One day later, in the Yongsheng Temple, Gui Ning carefully glanced at Mo Wen, who was sitting still, and then looked at the monks standing below.
Mo Wen didn't even look at Gui Ning, and said, "Your Majesty is nervous?"
Gui Ning couldn't even laugh at the moment, so he murmured, "I haven't, I haven't been on the battlefield."
"Your Majesty's daughter, how can I let His Majesty come to the front of the two armies?" Mo Wen smiled and said, "During the war, Your Majesty can sit in the temple."
Gui Ning... , isn't he waiting to die
"Host," an eminent monk said in the following crowd: "Is there really a fight? Are you sending someone to talk with a few emperors?"
Mo asked: "Jing Mo killed his father and slaughtered his younger brother to the throne, Su Zhao betrayed his ministers, and the country gained by treason, Zuo Zuo killed the king and forced his sister, and took the emperor to make the princes, and Gui Ning rebelled to gain the world. If these people are emperors, Where is Tianli?"
The eminent monk was choked up by Mo Wen's words.
"The world has collapsed, and people's hearts are not ancient," Mo Wen said in a calm tone: "Seeing the chaos in the world, I'm waiting to give in at this time. Where is the mercy? How can I bear it?"
Gui Ning wanted to vomit, this is too much nonsense! After being asked by Mo Wen, these people are bastards. Is this person trying to eliminate demons? !
"There are still two days," Mo Wen glanced at the crowd standing next, and said in a low voice, "You can decide whether to stay or go."
"Host," an eminent monk standing in the front row looked at Mo Wen and wanted to speak.
Mo Wenchong waved his hand to the eminent monk and said, "There is no need to say more, I have made up my mind, all of you should step down."
After Mo Wen finished speaking, he got up and went to the back hall without looking back.
Seeing Mo Wen's attitude, the eminent monks had to step back.
Gui Ning sat on the chair, his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up.
The two attendant monks stepped forward and looked at Gui Ning. One of them supported Gui Ning's arm and helped Gui Ning to stand up.
"Is the presiding master staying in the temple?" Gui Ning asked the two Mo Wen's cronies.
The attendant monk holding Gui Ning's left hand said, "Where else can the host go?"
Gui Ning said: "If the green hills are left, why be afraid..."
Mo Wen's voice came from the back hall: "Send Your Majesty back."
Gui Ning didn't dare to say anything, Mo Wen was the best to die in the Yongsheng Temple, but could he let him go
Mo Wen told the people in the temple that it was two days, but the wind and snow were too heavy, and the five-nation coalition did not reach the wilderness under Mount Everest until six days later.
Jing Mo and the others rode their horses and stood outside the barracks looking at the affiliated camp from a distance.
Gu Ershao said: "Excluding Xuanwu's army, there are still 400,000 soldiers and horses in Yongsheng Temple."
Jing Mo said: "Look at the tent, Xuanwu's army is behind."
Zuo You said, "Don't ask, is this still protecting Gui Ning?"
Gu Dashao said: "There's nothing wrong with being in the back, isn't it more deadly to stab you in the back?"
"Tonight, Fu Boyuan's people will come to me," Jing Mo whispered, "I want to form a battle tomorrow. What's your opinion?"
Su Zhao wiped off the snow on his face and said, "Are you going to fight in the wind and snow?"
"We are afraid of the wind and snow, and the people over there should be afraid too." Jing Mo raised his hand and took a few snowflakes in his hand, and said, "Let's do it quickly, it's too late, I'm afraid not to ask what evil will happen there. heart."
"Your Majesty," a general of Zhuri ran from the camp on horseback, the horse came to Jing Mo, turned over and dismounted, and said respectfully, "The national teacher has arrived."
"Go, go back and have a look," Jing Mo said to everyone beside him.
In the camp, Yu Xiaoxiao stared at the five old monks who were brought by Wuhuan and Fenglin. Why didn't the monks over there have finished fighting, and they brought the monks here again? !
"Linglong, Linglong!" Xianzong called Yu Xiaoxiao several times.
Gu Xinglang pulled Yu's little hand.
Yu Xiaoxiao returned her eyes to normal size, looked at Xianzong and said, "What's the matter?"
Xianzong said: "This is the eminent monk of Dixiu Temple, you must not be rude!"
"What?" Yu Xiaoxiao asked.
Xianzong's mouth twitched. By the way, his daughter didn't even know about Yongsheng Temple before, so how could he expect his daughter to know about Dixiu Temple
Wuhuan Guoshi still wore a silver mask on his face at this moment, and explained to Yu Xiaoxiao: "If it wasn't for the eminent monks of Dixiu Temple who traveled across the oceans and taught sutras, we would not know the Buddha here."
Yu Xiaoxiao can understand this, this is to find the ancestor of Buddhism!
The eminent monk at Dixiu Temple stood at the front, with two white tails hanging under his jaw, chanted a Buddha's name, and said to Xianzong, Jiang Zhuojun and others in the tent: "After I see the letter from His Majesty Jing Mo, I will wait for me. Come on, if what is written in the letter is true, then Yongsheng Temple is definitely not a place for Buddhism.”
Another eminent monk of Dixiu Temple answered, "This is not the words of one temple of my Dixiu Temple, but the words of all the temples."
"Many temples," Yu Xiaoxiao asked, "is that what many temples mean?"
"Yes," the monk replied to Yu Xiaoxiao's words.
Xianzong breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and Dixiu Temple came forward on behalf of Buddhism. At least most of those believers who seemed to be blinded by lard would no longer follow Mo Wenyidao to the dark.
The instructor opened his mouth and said, "How are you going to verify the authenticity of Jing Mo's letters?"
An eminent monk said, "Seeing is believing, of course."
"This is no problem," the instructor stood up and said, "I'll take you to the back mountain of Yongsheng Temple to take a look."
Before Xianzong and the others could react, they felt a gust of wind blowing through the tent, and the instructor and the five eminent monks of Dixiu Temple disappeared.
"He," Xianzong shouted at Yu Xiaoxiao, "he's taking someone here?"
Yu Xiaoxiao shrugged and said, "Just go have a look, they will be back soon."
Everyone in the tent... , is this action too fast
Jing Mo and others walked into the tent at this time.
"Where are the masters of Dixiu Temple?" Jing Mo looked at the people in the tent, but did not see the eminent monk, and asked Wuhuan's national master.
"I went to see Mo Wen's sin with my master," Yu said in a small voice.
Jing Mo's mouth twitched, and he said, "Have you gone?"
"It's okay," Yu Xiaoxiaohun didn't care, "they'll be back soon."
Xianzong asked Jing Mo at this time: "Dixiu Temple is a long way from here. When did you write the letter?"
"Four years ago," Jing Mo brushed off his snow-stained clothes.
"Four years ago?" Yu Xiaoxiao was shocked and said, "Jing Mo, you were not the emperor four years ago!"
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