Zhu Su was startled, and immediately put aside the thoughts in his mind for the time being, and followed the soldiers to the city wall to watch the movements of the army outside the city. I saw that on the field outside the city, three armies were slowly marching from three directions outside the city, each waving their flags. Judging from the dust stirred up, there were probably thousands of people.

"Reinforcements from King Qin?"

"It's just a group of local chickens and dogs, Your Highness, the last general is willing to cut off the heads of the generals for His Highness!" Di Meng bowed.

When the generals saw this, they were also suddenly shocked, and hurriedly bowed down to ask for battle, you said that you wanted 3,000 men and horses, I said only 1,000, as if the dust outside the city came with thousands of pigs, not an army. I see them all as feats that can be picked up for nothing.

Also, after seeing the quality of the so-called elite soldiers in this Poison King City, it is indeed difficult for these Ming generals to take the combat effectiveness of these three brothers into account. 50,000 to 8,000 and 40,000, how can you not desperately seize such an easy opportunity to pick up meritorious deeds?

"No hurry...... Wait, they don't seem to be hostile. Zhu Su said, motioning for the generals to look ahead.

All the generals turned their heads to look, but as Zhu Su said, they saw that the three armies had traveled more than ten miles outside the city, and then they began to stop, and then each army sent several people to gallop forward. These men had no blades in their hands, and they raised their hands all the way to show that they were not hostile, and when they reached the city, they began to shout something.

"What about Huang Guan?" Zhu Su said. "Let him translate, what are these people talking about?"

Huang Guan was under the city at this time. Because there was no tower on the poisonous city wall, because they were worried that these scholars would accidentally hit the arrows, and they also disliked them in case of a fight, so although they also came to the city wall with the soldiers, they were stopped by the soldiers under the city wall because of Zhu Su's order. Now that Zhu Su has been summoned, Huang Guan was led up to the wall by the soldiers, and after listening to a few words, Huang Guan said: "Your Highness, they say that they are envoys of various sects, and they have come to Delhi to meet the new Sultan. ”

"The new Sultan?" Zhu Su smiled, and then said, "In that case, let them enter the city." ”

"The defenders of the city must not slack off, Cao Yuan, you will lead the defenders of the city wall. The rest of the generals will follow me back to the palace. ”

"This king will meet these so-called sectarian messengers today."

The palaces of the Delhi Sultanate are ornate and intricate and exotic, with arches, domes, carvings, and columns filling every corner of this palace. It's a pity that it's too complicated, and it reveals the meaning of manifestation everywhere, if ordinary people first base on this palace, they may be amazed and ecstatic. But Zhu Su is the prince of the Ming Dynasty who has seen the world, and he sits high in the palace, but he seems to be complacent, and even disdainful. It is precisely because of this that his extravagance is self-evident.

The three groups of so-called sect envoys were invited to the palace, and when they saw Zhu Su like this, they couldn't help but feel a little more jealous of the new "sultan" who had captured Delhi.

The three of them seemed to know that this was a team from the distant Ming Dynasty, and although they occasionally showed curious and attentive expressions to Zhu Su, they were not much surprised. Zhu Su sat upright, and when he saw them leaning over to salute, he also bowed his head slightly. "The three of you are here, do you have something important?"

On the side, Huang Guan, who acted as a translator, had already conveyed Zhu Su's words to these poisonous messengers.

The first messenger on the left appeared, dressed in a clean white robe and wearing an almost iconic turban on his head. As soon as Huang Guan's words fell, he couldn't wait to say: "The great general from the Ming Dynasty." ”

"We already know that you have defeated the weak Sultan Firuz, and now that you have occupied Delhi, we are willing to admit that you are the new great Sultan of Delhi."

"However, Delhi is the kingdom of the True Patriarch, and you need to take refuge in the True Patriarch, otherwise you will suffer the wrath of all Muslims......"

"Oh?" Zhu Su's eyebrows were raised, and he smiled undeniably. From the time he entered the city, he saw the architectural style of the temple in the city, and he knew that the Delhi Sultanate was Islamic. This messenger in white robe seems to be the messenger of local Islam.

"The king knows what you mean. Step aside, next. Seeing that the Islamic envoy wanted to continue to talk rhetorically, Zhu Su waved his hand, and his own soldiers stepped forward and politely "invited" the envoy.

The second envoy was dressed in a red robe, and his attitude was much more respectful than that of the previous Islamic envoy. He bowed his head and said, "Great Trust Sultan, I am Apcha, the priest of Brahmin, and we have learned that you are the messenger of Lord Brahma, and we would like you to allow us to build a temple of Lord Brahma in Delhi to spread the majesty of Lord Brahma......"

This is the messenger of Brahmanism, Zhu Su knows it in his heart. It seems that he had pretended to be a god in front of the temple of Brahma, so that these Brahmans thought that they had a sense of kinship with their sect. Zhu Su smiled slightly to indicate that he understood, and also waved his hand to this person, and then motioned for the third person to step forward.

"His Royal Highness the Great King of the Ming Dynasty, the poor monk Chan Toya, I would like to extend my most sincere greetings to you, Amitabha Buddha ......" The third thin old man was obviously an ascetic monk of Buddhism, and to Zhu Su's surprise, this monk did not need Huang Guan's translation, but was able to communicate with Zhu Su in Chinese.

Although the pronunciation is not standard, there is no doubt that it is indeed Chinese.

"Master Zen Toya, this king is polite." Hearing this local sound, Zhu Su really felt a little kind. "Master knows Chinese? Haha, that's a rarity. Where did you know the details of the king's identity? ”

"Your Royal Highness's courtesy, not that the poor monk is extraordinary, but from the flag outside the city...... When the poor monk was young, he once went east to Dadu with the caravan, so he knew the Chinese language...... "Seeing that Zhu Su's tone was closer than before, the two of them were more close to each other. If you know more than one language, you will be able to take advantage of it.

"The poor monk is here, and there is a reluctant invitation. His Royal Highness also knows that this place was originally the old land of Shakya, which should have been a Buddha country, but this place has suffered repeated disasters, paganism is rampant, Tianfang Religion, Zoroastrianism and so on have prospered, but my Shakya Buddhism is slowly declining. ”

"Your Highness is from the East, and you know that my Buddhism is Zhengshuo...... I beg Your Highness to build a Buddhist temple in this place of Delhi, and we are willing to help Your Highness to educate the people and stay in the poisonous place forever......"

Zen Tuo Ya Dao, his body was thin, but his eyes were burning when he looked at Zhu Su, as if he hoped that Zhu Su would open his mouth immediately and help him revitalize Buddhism here.

Zhu Su narrowed his eyes slightly, and then snorted: "Hehe, the master is from afar, and he must be tired." ”

“…… The other two envoys are also, tired all the way, I am a state of etiquette, how can there be no reason not to let the guests rest first. ”

"Huang Guan, it's up to you to arrange for these masters to find a place to rest. As for what is being discussed, we will slowly consider it in the long run......"

(End of chapter)