"Emperor, the monk at the head is a little arrogant, he said that he only waited outside the city for half a stick of incense, and if the emperor didn't go to the city to see him within half a stick of incense, he had to break into the palace."

"Out of respect for the monks and reverence for the Shaolin sect, Lord Shangshu Wang Jiayan did not let the brothers do it, and hurriedly sent someone to ask for the order."

After the little eunuch finished speaking, Wang Chengen's face suddenly fell, "Hugh is talking nonsense. What does a Shaolin monk do? He said that when he saw the emperor, he would see the emperor?"

"Princess, they say it's for the impermanence ......of black and white," the little eunuch agreed.

Chongzhen suddenly remembered, it turned out that he came for these two people, it would be easy to do, "Wang Daban, I want to meet him, let the Shaolin monk go and send a letter to Li Zicheng, and ask them to send silver and food quickly, otherwise I will kill people, haha......

After Chongzhen finished laughing, he took Wang Chengen and dozens of brocade guards and went straight to the head of Wumen City......

Outside the noon gate, on the bridge head of the moat, there were three Shaolin monks, dressed in light blue monk's robes, two finished glyphs in front and back, and newly shaved heads, one brighter than the other.

Especially the monk in front of him, who was burly and had a bright head flowing oil, shining brightly in the sun.

The three monks had calm faces, and none of them spoke.

Don't squint, staring straight at the head of the noon gate in front of you.

At this time, the great monk in front of him was holding a stick of incense in his left hand, and the incense had been lit, and there was green smoke in the breeze, and 1/3 of it had been burned.

The Ming soldiers defending the city at the head of the city were ready to fight, and the archers were aimed

Wang Jiayan, who was covered in armor and holding a sword in his hand, was a little angry, "Monk, don't get an inch, this official has already ordered someone to ask for an order."

"Donor, please forgive the little monk for being rude, the little monk said that he only came for black and white impermanence, not to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, let His Majesty the Emperor Ming come and tell you what happened, don't prevaricate the little monk."

"What is there to say, black and white impermanence succumbed to thieves, broke into the palace to assassinate the king, and they died innocently. Looks like you're in this group?" Wang Jiayan said.

Empty palms together, "Amitabha, black and white impermanence is a Shaolin lay disciple, and now he died tragically in the palace for no reason, the little monk Likong is a Zen master of the Shaolin Temple Luohan Academy, and he came to understand this matter on the order of the abbot."

"The two of them rebelled with the female thief Zhu Chunchen, broke into the palace without permission, and should be killed, and this is the case."

"I forgive the little monk for not being able to listen to what you say, so please ask the emperor to come out and answer." Empty still looked expressionless, and his tone was straight and light.

But this is most likely to be perceived as arrogant and disrespectful.

At this time, Xing Guanglai, a deputy Qianhu next to Wang Jiayan, couldn't be persuaded when he saw Lord Shangshu

But as soon as this sentence was scolded, it was lightly raised, and an object flew out.

No one could see what it was.

But in the next second, Xing Guanglai, the deputy Qianhu, screamed miserably, his face was covered with blood, and he rolled in the city.

Wang Jiayan and the others' faces changed suddenly.

What secret weapon did the monk use?

But from the head of the city to the bridge, the vertical distance is at least 200 steps, what hidden weapon can hit so far?

I'm afraid that the muskets of the Jingying soldiers will not be successful.

At this time, someone rescued Deputy Qianhu, Xing Guanglai had an incense head embedded in the center of his eyebrows, the wound was not big, the blood was gurgling outward, and the pain was unbearable.

At this scene, all the soldiers of the Ming army present were shocked.

Can a two- or three-inch incense head hit so far, and with such strength?

Does this monk really know how to witch and evil magic?

"Amitabha, the little monk was originally reluctant to do it, and I ask the donor not to make disrespectful remarks." Empty was still expressionless, holding burning incense in one hand and standing in front of his chest with the other palm.

At this time, Chongzhen came to the head of the city, and the soldiers of the Ming army at the head of the city would quickly avoid giving salutes.

"Everything in the army is simple."

Chongzhen's words exempted the monarch and the minister.

Wang Jiayan said: "Your Majesty, the monk is very tricky, just now we reasoned with the monk, Xing Qianhu said something excessive, but the monk did this."

Wang Jiayan didn't look at it

"Ruthless enough, this is the technique of the innate master, it seems that the Shaolin monk is not good, and the good one does not come." When Chongzhen said this, he only wiped it on Xing Qianhu's face.

Xing Qianhu didn't know the pain at all, so the incense of the wound was taken out.

Then Chongzhen pinched the bloody incense in his hand, turned it into powder, and then applied it to the wound, "Bandage it, it will be fine soon."

Wang Chengen agreed, ripped off a piece of his battle robe, and wrapped his head around.

After just such a while, Xing Qianhu felt that there was nothing wrong with his head, and the pain was significantly reduced, the emperor's home remedies were really godly!

"Thank you, Long Live Lord...... Xing Qianhu was grateful, and wanted to kneel down to thank him, but Chongzhen grabbed him, "In the future, I won't be able to give this gift in the army."

At this time, I heard the monk under the city say: "The time for half a stick of incense is up, where is His Majesty the Ming Emperor?"

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen