Shangjing, here we come.

The voice of the border warrior was shouted so loudly in Wanshou Temple.

As long as it is a noble person with the slightest political sensitivity, he has to change his face drastically.

The warriors of the Shenwei Army were not only shouting for General Long, but also demonstrating to the imperial court.

They shouted step by step, so that the nobles, wealthy merchants, and believers around them stopped and watched.

This is what Chu Qianqiu wants.

"The pure place of the Buddha Gate is loud and noisy, and this group of Qiu Ba is simply lawless."

"Don't shout anymore, if you keep shouting, you will shake the country!"

"It's a big rebellion, it's a big rebellion!"

Shi Yu's lips trembled a little, he knew better than anyone the purpose of such a shout.

Chu Qianqiu wanted to attract everyone's attention and let everyone think about three questions.

Who is Chu Qianqiu, who is the Li camp garrison?

Why did he pay a visit to General Long?

Didn't the imperial court say that General Long was fine?

Sure enough, Shi Yu's mother, who came to Wanshou Temple to burn incense this time, hurriedly asked:

"Son, isn't General Long doing well in Wanshou Temple?"

"Son, tell my mother what happened."

"Son, people can't forget their roots, if it weren't for General Long defeating the thieves of Great Xia, our family would have been ruined."

Shi Yu, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, hurriedly reassured:

"Mother, it's not like this, General Long is fine, nothing at all, those are all rumors, gossipes to confuse the public!"

"Really? You have to tell the truth to your mother."

"It's really okay, this group of Qiu Ba is lawless, disturbing the pure place of Buddhism."

Shi Yu gritted his teeth and scolded, cursing Chu Qianqiu in his heart.

"Stop shouting!"

"Why shout!"

When Chu Qianqiu walked to the three hundredth steps, someone couldn't help but jump out, and the nobles around him seemed to collectively breathe a sigh of relief.

Someone finally jumped out to stop Chu Qianqiu.

"It's Cui Jin, the son of Cui Shilang of the Ministry of Officials."

As the saying goes, if you don't go to the capital, you don't know the official small.

In particular, this Wanshou Temple is orthodox Buddhism, and the Queen Mother will come here to offer incense, which shows that its status is respected, and there are countless other officials.

On this long step, on the 84,000 steps of Buddhism's farming, if you drop it casually, you can hit the son of a squire, the daughter of Shangshu.

The steps of the Buddha worship are very spacious, and Chu Qianqiu and his party of more than fifty people, even if they walk in a row, they can accommodate it.

They went all the way like this, and naturally there were many nobles onlookers.

Worship the Buddha, worship the Buddha, and what Buddha is worshipped, it is not as important as watching a play.

Chu Qianqiu faced the son of Cui Shilang of the Ministry of Officials, which was a good show.

"Chu came to worship the Buddha and meet General Long, why not." Chu Qianqiu sneered, shrouded the murderous aura on the son of the servant of the ministry, and measured his strength.

He will die, he will kill him.

Cui Jin's hands trembled instantly, as if he had seen a bloodthirsty beast.

"This, this is an important place for Buddhism, how can you be allowed to make noise here." Cui Jin said despite his teeth chattering, still holding back his fear.

He belongs to the ordinary gentlemen, neither can he enter the Supreme Shan Academy, nor is he in Wanshou Temple, but with the shadow of his father, he has mixed into the Guozijian to study, and now he is in his twenties, and he is only a big accomplishment, how can he stop Chu Qianqiu's murderous aura?

I didn't get scared of urine on the spot, but I was already very courageous.

"Are you trying to stop me?"

"If not, get out of the way."

Chu Qianqiu gently pushed, Cui Jin didn't dare to move, and the chair was easily pushed away.

At the moment when he was pushed away, Cui Jin understood that he and Chu Qianqiu were characters from two worlds.

One is to read the saint

According to people's words, the children of the anointed Liang who enjoy the brocade clothes and jade food, one is the strong Liang Wufu who holds the sword in his hand and fights from the border of the empire.

The two do not have a common language.

Cui Jin is not good at martial arts, but he is not a fool, he is also familiar with history.

Whenever the empire is decaying, and the warriors on the border often do not receive a satisfactory reward, then the warriors will use the swords in their hands to get themselves a justice that they think they have.

Now the warriors of the border are coming.

Chu Qianqiu took his personal guards and stepped on the steps of the Buddha Gate, and every few steps, he would look up into the distance and shout in unison:

"The Li battalion garrisoned Chu Qianqiu, and came to meet the general."

There are fewer and fewer people watching the play around, and many people have shown strange looks.

Those who can come here are either rich or expensive.

The Buddha has a fate, not a poor ghost.

These 84,000 steps, who can reach the end if they are not people who practice martial arts.

What's more, you can't even light the cheapest incense, so why are you here?

Therefore, Manshou Temple has become an excellent stage for performances.

Chu Qianqiu naturally did not want to find General Long, but to use the spiritual totem he left behind to impact the authority of the imperial court, and once again remind people of the matter about General Long.

This is an important performance art, and it is also through this behavior that the nobles of the Shenwu Dynasty have to face a difficult problem.

Is a court that makes loyal ministers not end well worth allegiance?

Is this loyalty?

"Why, why shout it."

"If you don't say it, everyone will be fine."

Cui Jin groaned in some pain.

Every martial artist has his own philosophy, and not many people can say clearly that they are barbarians and shameless.

The disciples of the Supreme Benevolence Academy, reading the words of the sage, can do something that is not as good as a pig or a dog in private, but if they really want to put it on the bright side, even they themselves can't accept it.

For martial arts masters, the concept of inconsistency is more terrifying than any enemy, and it will make them feel endless pain.

Now Chu Qianqiu is on the steps of Wanshou Temple, like he wants to turn on the little horn, and every time he shouts, they have to face the fact that this General Long is going to be able to face again.

One step at a time, no one dares to stop it.

In the pure land of Buddhism, those who knew about it bowed their heads.

When the group walked from morning to sunset, slowly, bit by bit, to the end, they were followed by a group of nobles.

When Chu Qianqiu stepped on the last step, he was greeted not by the light of the Buddha, not by the solemn Zen master, but by a graceful and luxurious young woman.

The woman's face is indescribably precious, and she is guarded by a group of personal maids, which is beyond the reach of ordinary women.

"Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess."

Shi Yu, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, exclaimed in a low voice, why didn't he receive the news, why did His Majesty's sister, Princess Qinghe, appear in Wanshou Temple, hasn't she always been at odds with Buddhism?

I saw that the eldest princess stared at Chu Qianqiu and said coldly:

"You are Chu Qianqiu of the Li camp."

"Exactly."

"Okay, take it for Hongu."

In front of the Buddha hall, the guards on both sides were tense.