Honglu Temple is an official institution established by the Tang Empire under the Six Ministries to receive envoys from various countries, which is equivalent to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in later generations. Honglu Temple sits in the north and faces south, the main gate is the three-hole arc archway type gate, the momentum is magnificent, the single eaves rest on the top of the mountain, it is also majestic and extraordinary, the small leaf rosewood plaque directly above the building type gate is inlaid with the three gilt characters of "Honglu Temple", the walls on both sides of the gate are like two arms stretched out, forming an embrace, encompassing the world, bringing in the envoys of various countries.

Zhang Liang was wearing a dark crimson Tang Dynasty four-grade official uniform, wearing a black veil, smiling, taking figure-eight steps, and swaying into Honglu Temple. Zhang Liang was happy in his heart, he didn't expect that when he visited King Qin for the first time, King Qin would value him so much, and let him become the Beijing official of Shaoqing of Dali Temple so quickly. It is difficult to be an official in Beijing, how many officials have struggled all their lives, and it is rare to enter the imperial capital Chang'an and see the Tang Emperor. What's more, it is the second in command of Dali Temple, Dali Temple Shaoqing, this is the real real power, which is much stronger than the original Shangyong County Shou.

As soon as Zhang Liang stepped over the threshold of the gate of Honglu Temple, he heard a loud shout from inside Honglu Temple: "Dodge, dodge, good dogs don't get in the way, it's not a good dog in the way." ”

Hearing the shout, Zhang Liang's face sank, and before he could attack, a whip shadow was drawn towards Zhang Liang, after all, Zhang Liang was a veteran of the battlefield and experienced, so he hurriedly dodged away.

Dodging the whip, Zhang Liang said secretly in his heart: "Who is so bold that he dares to spread wild in the Honglu Temple?" ”

Looking at it, Zhang Liang felt a little clear, but he had to suppress his temper.

Opposite Zhang Liang stood a big man, about twenty years old, with yellow hair, wide forehead and deep eyes, a full beard, and two pigtails hanging from his chest, which was very good-looking. Wearing a horned leather hat, more than ten long pheasant feathers are inserted in the hat, wearing a colorful lapel leather robe, stepping on cowhide boots, looking at the sky, and having a proud attitude. The Han Dynasty was surrounded by dozens of Turkic warriors accompanying the escort, each wearing a scimitar at his waist and holding a leather whip, fierce and vicious.

After coming to Beijing for many days, Zhang Liang knew that this great man was a Turkic shaman, Gargamel, the only son of Kuokuo.

Broad, the Turkic shaman, the sorcerer of the Turkic country, can communicate with the gods, is the messenger of the gods, is the spiritual leader of the Turks, and is also the national teacher of the Turks, with a lofty status, the Turkic Khan Jieli, and the chieftains of the Turkic tribes all respect the capital and respond to their needs.

Gargamel, the only son of Kuokuo, has a tradition of inheriting his father's business due to the Turkic shaman, and Gargamel, as the only son of Kuokuo, is the future Turkic shaman, and is respected by the Turks as the "Great Witch".

When Gargamel heard that the Tang Dynasty was prosperous, he begged his father to visit Chang'an in the name of envoying the Tang Dynasty, and after agreeing, Gargamel Khan appointed Gargamel as a Turkic envoy to Chang'an, and sent his own guards to protect Gargamel's safety.

Zhang Liang was pondering, only to hear Gargamel's eyes looking at the sky, and said with great contempt: "On the other side is that bad dog, blocking Ben Dawu's way?" Don't you know that good dogs never get in the way? ”

Upon hearing Gargamel's words, the Turkic warriors burst into laughter.

Zhang Liang was so angry that he smoked, and said secretly in his heart: "Scold me for being a dog? It's too bullying. Today is my first day at Honglu Temple, and as soon as I entered the gate, I ran into you bastard child. If I had encountered such an arrogant and ignorant offspring before, I would have scraped my fan with big ears a long time ago, and I would have beaten him so much that he didn't even recognize his father. But when he thought of Gargamel's identity and the official position of Shaoqing of Honglu Temple that he had finally obtained, Zhang Liang felt a headache, Gargamel's identity was too special, and now even the Tang Emperor had to give him three points, and he was a mere fourth-grade Datang official, and he really couldn't do anything about him.

So, Zhang Liang reluctantly got out of the way, stood aside silently, and let Gargamel pass, and at the same time, Zhang Liang continued to comfort himself with the story of Han Xin, the marquis of Huaiyin, the great Han, who had endured the humiliation of his crotch when he was young.

Gargamel, embraced by the Turkic warriors, passed through the gates of the Honglu Temple. As he passed by Zhang Liang, Gargamel smiled meaningfully at Zhang Liang, a smile that included contempt, mockery, and sarcasm.

Zhang Liang felt like a pinprick all over his body, and the pain was incomparable. Zhang Liang had an impulse in his heart, even if he died, he didn't want to live in such humiliation, he stared at Gargamel, his whole body was filled with murderous aura, this murderous aura was condensed but not dispersed, and the murderous intent was monstrous, and then slowly walked towards Gargamel.

The Turkic warrior guarding Gargamel suddenly felt a burst of shock, and secretly said in his heart: "What a strong murderous aura." This Datang official has slaughtered at least nearly 1,000 people with his own hands, is this still an ordinary Datang official who forbears and gives way just now? ”

Seeing that Zhang Liang, who had been forbearing, suddenly went berserk, Gargamel screamed, "What are you going to do? You don't come here. I am a Turkic witch, my Abba is a Turkic shaman, if you dare to touch me, my Abba will definitely make you Tang pay the price, and you and your family will be beheaded all over the house. ”

Zhang Liang didn't seem to hear Gargamel's threat, but still walked slowly towards Gargamel, and the guards around Gargamel were shocked by the murderous aura on Zhang Liang's body, and they all subconsciously retreated as Zhang Liang approached.

Gargamel remembered what circulated in the Honglu Temple a few days ago: a young man named Li Xuan of the Tang Dynasty at the palace banquet predicted that 'within two hundred years, the Tang Dynasty will be a model for the world and the leader of all nations' and what Li Shimin, the king of Qin of the Tang Dynasty, said, 'My Tang Dynasty will either be the only superpower in the world with a sound and impressive, or it will disappear, At that time, all the foreign envoys in the Honglu Temple felt as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world, but now looking at Zhang Liang, who was slowly walking towards him with the belief of death, and the most elite warrior of the Turkic Khanate, who was shocked by Zhang Liang's belief and murderous aura, and was subconsciously retreating, Gargamel felt a kind of fear. He secretly said in his heart: "Maybe that's not the biggest joke in the world, but a kind of announcement, a declaration to the whole world announcing the rise of the Tang Dynasty." It is a kind of confidence, and the entire Tang Dynasty and the opposition have this confidence, build the Tang Dynasty well, and let the Tang Dynasty become what Li Xuan said, 'the model of the world and the leader of all nations'. ”

When Zhang Liang walked in front of Gargamel with a murderous aura. Suddenly, a group of Tang Dynasty people appeared outside the gate of Honglu Temple, there were about more than 300 people, the people were dressed simply, holding chickens, ducks and other tributes, all the wind and dust, as if they had rushed a lot of roads, and appeared here. When they arrived outside the gate of Honglu Temple, after seeing Gargamel, the people knelt down in unison and said in unison: "Please show mercy to the gods, use your magical powers, and save the people of my martial arts county." I haven't had a drop of rain in Wugong County for two years, and the crops have not been harvested, so please ask the gods to have mercy. ”