Dunhuang Road, although it is not far from Meng Li's capital, but it is not close, so Meng Li did not have the slightest understanding of this place except for a turn when he came to the Han Emperor's treasury.

The weather here is a little dry, and the people's clothes are no better than the capital not far away, which has been put on winter clothes, and the people's distinctive clothing here has aroused Meng Li's interest.

"Master, the White Horse Temple is on the hill ahead~!"

On the street of the downtown area, a figure got to Meng Li's side and whispered.

"Well, don't inform the local officials, let Dian Wei hold his waist card to transfer the soldiers and horses in the Dunhuang camp to be on standby at any time, if there is any change, give me the level of this White Horse Temple~!"

Meng Li, who nodded to indicate that he knew, then began to prepare for his own life, although the White Horse Temple is said to be very valuable for preservation, but when he threatens his own life, then his value can be said to be gone, how much is the value of Afang Palace at the beginning, Xiang Yu is not unhappy and burned it to the ground~!

What's more, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, is not an emperor who controls the life and death of people in the world, so Meng Li, as the emperor of the Han Dynasty, still has no psychological burden for stepping on a White Horse Temple~

"Oh~!"

The figure replied softly, and then disappeared through the crowd like a slippery loach.

Although Dian Wei is extraordinary, he has a protection skill and a bloodthirsty skill, if he really fights, the effect is no worse than Wang Han, and he is even victorious, but his size affects the appearance of the city too much, no, it is too easy to attract attention, such a big man who does not look like a person who believes in Buddhism ran to the mountain. It's no wonder if you're not noticed~!

Therefore, for the sake of stability, Meng Li still asked him to lead the soldiers and horses to the camp to wait.

As for whether there will be a hidden master in this White Horse Temple, and when he goes in, he will kill himself desperately, it can be said that there is no such thing, not to mention what is the reason why he is so low-key, but it is said that there is no system in the embroidered messenger of the Han Dynasty to monitor him alone. Even if this White Horse Temple is not in a relationship with the Han Dynasty, the relationship will not be bad, otherwise, would you believe that such a mysterious organization can survive under the nose of the Han for nearly 800 years~!

His measures were only done to prevent some of his remarks from being disagreed.

"Bowen~!"

As he walked, Meng Li suddenly stopped and shouted at the young man dressed as an attendant next to him.

"Master?"

As soon as the attendant heard Meng Li's call, he immediately leaned up from behind and made a gesture of listening with his ears.

"Let you lead two hundred and fifty men to the mountainside. Don't go up the mountain together, it's too conspicuous~! ”

To be honest, Meng Li is really a little strange, why are there so few pedestrians going to the White Horse Temple, of course, this is for a city, it stands to reason that this kind of famous temple goes to incense and make a wish. There should be a lot of people who wish to make a vow~!

Looking at the sparse figures around here, as well as the somewhat conspicuous masters who filled the crowd. Meng Li is really a little helpless, let them flash first~!

"It shouldn't be~!"

Thinking of the endless flow of people in the Songshan Shaolin Temple in his previous life, and then looking at the dozens of figures on the way up the mountain, Meng Li was really a little suspicious, why, is this White Horse Temple not famous, or does he not accept the worship of believers at all?

Or. With such a long-standing temple, why are there so few people who go up the mountain? This is unreasonable~!

Under the command of Bowen, the surrounding Ouchi masters slowly dispersed, and some of them pretended to enjoy the scenery of the mountains and forests. Some pretended to stop because they were tired, and some were ready to go back and buy a straw hat belt because of the glare of the sun, and so on, all kinds of reasons were taken out by the panicked Ouchi masters, and they began to deal with the current situation.

After walking for a while, Meng Li looked at and added their fifty masters hidden in the crowd to the Sheila crowd of about 200 people, and hesitated again, could it be that none of the people in this group went up to ask for immortals and worship Buddha? If you go up so rashly, will it seem a little abrupt~?

"Wang Han, have you heard of this White Horse Temple?"

Suddenly, Meng Li remembered that this master of the Great Inner Master, the God of War Wang Han, he is so powerful, he should know more about this world~!

Look at what is written in those novels, every powerful person knows the secrets of this world, as one of the few big bosses in the palace, Meng Li suddenly remembered his matter.

"Master, I have heard that this White Horse Temple was built in the eleventh year of Yongping of the Han Empire, and has developed for nearly eight hundred years now, and the initial establishment was in the suburbs of Luoyang at that time, but then I don't know why, suddenly moved to today's Dunhuang, and since then, they have been staying here in Dunhuang. When the White Horse Temple moved to Dunhuang, Emperor Huan once came to the White Horse Temple with great fanfare, but I don't know what kind of agreement Emperor Huan had made with this White Horse Temple. ”

After a pause, he swallowed and foamed at the mouth, Wang Han knew what the emperor wanted to ask, so he continued to say everything he knew without waiting for Meng to leave his mouth: "If you talk about masters in the White Horse Temple, there are also a few, that is a few old monks who have gone through three dynasties, all of them are masters of the God of War rank, but they have never made a move, they have been studying something all their lives, and they are rarely born around, and the little one only bumped into their disciples once when he was traveling as a young man, when he was thirty-four years old, he was a new Zhanzun not long ago, That monk is about twenty years old, but he is in the middle of the battle honor. ”

"Study what?"

Meng Li didn't pay much attention to the master Wang Han said, after all, even Li Cunxiao's BUG couldn't break through the limit of force 100, and the old monks in the White Horse Temple naturally couldn't, but why are they studying?

Could it be ―――――― immortal?

As soon as he thought of this, Meng Li was in a surging mood, this ability that countless people envied in thousands of years of history, could it be that they were studying? After all, these people are all gods of war, if it is useless to study them again, it is impossible for them to calm down at all, after all, the god of war, that is an existence that can be equal to the princes of a country~!

is different from the blandness of the previous life, this life is more mysterious, and immortality is also promising~! (To be continued......)