On the long street,

Iron riding like a dragon,

After Qianti rode out of the school field of Jinyiwei, he divided his troops and galloped towards the west of the city, and when he reached the vicinity of his destination, he began to retract suddenly.

Looking down from the sky, it is as dense as a spider's web, and the place where the gate of the White Horse Temple is located is the center of the spider's web.

Luo Congee himself led hundreds of elites of Nanzhen Fusi from a main street that ran through the east and west straight towards the White Horse Temple.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

This is the dull sound of hundreds of horses' hooves stepping together, and even the bluestone slabs on the long street can't stop shaking, shaking the signboards of the shops on the street, and the gray layer is falling downward, and both officials and ordinary people can't avoid it.

"Lord Luo, it's almost there!"

Wang Ruling rode a horse to Luo Congee's side, pointed to a hill not far from the official road of the four directions, originally Qingyuan Mountain is located in the west of the city, the grass and trees are lush, the scenery is beautiful, it is a place for the people of more than a dozen Fang cities near the jurisdiction of the west of the city to go out and play.

It's just that after the Jiujie monk came back from his travels, it took less than five years to expand the White Horse Temple, which originally covered an area of only two acres, dozens of times, covering an area of more than 100 acres.

Qingyuan Mountain,

At the foot of the mountain,

"This is the White Horse Temple?"

"That's a lot of magnanimity!"

Luo porridge and other hundreds of horsemen arrived first, looking at the wooden archway about five zhang high and sneered and said, the archway is not too fancy but directly engraved with the three words of the White Horse Temple, the temple gate stands at the foot of the mountain.

The meaning is self-evident, and the bald donkeys have long regarded this mountain as their private property.

"Who is that Xianggong, who is also here to offer incense?" Halfway up the mountain, there was a female pilgrim who asked the weak scholar beside her.

"Who knows, lady, let's hurry up the mountain, I have long heard that the White Horse Temple's Guanyin is extremely effective, ordinary infertile women go up the mountain to ask for the Bodhisattva, stay for a few days, and not long after returning home, you can diagnose the happy pulse, count the days, and you will be able to hug the big fat boy in July and August of the next year, and it can be regarded as an explanation to my father." The man dressed as a scholar had a faint joy in his words.

"However, I always feel that those people seem to be not good, will they disturb the purity in the temple, listen to the master in the temple said, when you ask for the Bodhisattva, you have to be pure, so that you can be spiritual." The female pilgrim whispered.

"Don't worry, the abbot of the temple Master Jiujie, not only the Buddhism is mysterious, but also the cultivation is profound, the old man has also seen a lot of masters in the rivers and lakes, and people in the army come to this temple to ask for Buddha, incense, and they are also very well-behaved, rest assured, you can go with peace of mind." An older man was relieved.

"Don't ink, just go up the mountain, today is the time when the temple fair opens, I'm afraid I won't be able to squeeze in after a while, I also thank the Buddha for adding some gold leaf, pray for blessings." A middle-aged wealthy businessman patted the purse on his waist and urged the person in front of him.

"In the capital, there are quite a lot of people who are destined!"

Luo Congee looked around, whether it was the mountain road on the side or the thousands of steps behind the plaque, it was full of pilgrims, crowded with people, but it was not worthy of the name of this crowd of people like weaving incense.

Just look carefully at the dress of those pilgrims, there are few with the poverty and sour atmosphere of ordinary markets, even there are many people wearing silk and satin, especially the bulging purse is particularly eye-catching, and when they walk, the silver collides crisply.

"Those bald asses do do do business."

Luo Congee looked up a little, and found that the beautiful scenery on the mountain was all preserved, and in the most secluded place in the mountain, a lot of pavilions and pavilions were set up for those dignitaries to stay idle for a few days, and would not be disturbed by others.

And on the top of Qingyuan Mountain is several majestic halls, but also the place where all believers go to incense and pray for blessings, it looks very majestic from a distance, so that ordinary pilgrims add a bit of piety, and are willing to take out the silver in their pockets to form a relationship with the Buddha.

"This donor ......."

The two monks under the archway were sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, looking at the hundreds of riders who suddenly came, frowning and frowning, but they didn't think too much about it.

After all, there is no one alive in the matter of Ganlu Pavilion.

What's more, this is still in Shangjing City, and there are many dignitaries and nobles in the temple who usually offer incense, even those fierce generals have seen a lot, so naturally they don't have much vigilance.

"This benefactor, if you want to offer incense."

"Please take the mountain road next to it."

"Don't disturb other pilgrims."

An elderly sweeping monk looked at the leader Luo Congee and walked over, with a little displeasure on his face, after all, it was the time of the annual silver in the temple, and someone would bring hundreds of fierce men at the door.

Doesn't that affect business?

"Puff ......"

As soon as the old monk was halfway through his words, Luo Congee sent out the embroidered spring knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife stabbed directly into the abdomen, and then stirred vigorously, and the latter fell to the ground on his back with his mouth open.

"Incense?"

"I'd better leave it on the grave of your bald donkeys."

Luo Congee looked at the corpse on the ground and said coldly, not every temple has a hidden sweeping monk, after all, according to the temperament of these bald donkeys, if they had such cultivation, their tails would have already been raised to the sky, where could they sweep the fallen leaves at the mountain gate with peace of mind.

"Whew......"

The rest of the men were shocked and tried to flee, but before they could step up the steps, a crossbow bolt poured straight into the back of his head.

"Lord Luo, there are too many pilgrims on the mountain, do you want to expel them down the mountain first?" Wang Ruling asked earnestly after putting down the strong crossbow in his hand.

"Eviction?"

"Aren't they all here to pray to God and Buddha for peace?"

Luo Congee looked at the endless stream of pilgrims on the mountain to play with the taste.

At this time,

The rest of the horsemen also rode over, and the thousands of iron horsemen were so powerful that even the fools knew that something had happened, and all the pilgrims stopped and looked at the brocade guards who were full of anger, full of fear.

"And he gave the order to go down, and set out five hundred men, and put the steps and the mountain paths in every place...... All the pilgrims on it rushed to the main hall above, and a thousand more men were left to seal off all the roads down the mountain! ”

"Whether he is a pilgrim who does not listen to the advice to go down the mountain, or a bald donkey who wants to take advantage of the chaos to escape, as long as he meets anyone who comes down the mountain, he will be killed on the spot!"

"Pray to God and Buddha all day long and pray for protection!"

"I don't know how many immoral things I have done?"

"This official will let you all take a good look today, can the Buddha save himself first?"

Luo Congee looked at the pilgrims in front of him and sneered, and when the words fell, those believers who were still at the foot of the mountain and had not had time to climb the mountain also stopped, and had the heart of retreating, but those brocade guards were indeed unrelenting.

Are you still here?

The cold Yan Ling knife forced those believers to climb the mountain together, and looking down from the sky, thousands of iron horsemen scattered and ran towards the roads down the mountain.

The hundreds of people who were ordered simply turned over and dismounted, and went up the steps, like driving sheep, to drive the pilgrims from all over the place to the top of the mountain.

"The remaining 1,600 people will go up the mountain with the official!"

Luo Congee pulled out the Yanling knife on his waist and ordered coldly.