Eastern Shuzhou, a nameless valley.

Dressed in a white robe, Wuhua followed the narrow mountain road and came to the valley again.

When he walked past the foot of the mountain and saw the scenery in the valley, there was a look of surprise on his handsome face.

The last time he left, the valley was a wilderness and forest, but now it was a small village.

Wooden houses are neatly arranged, and on the slopes of the valley where the farmland is located, figures are busy in the fields.

Smoke wafted from the cooking, accompanied by the sound of children playing.

"Master, is this what you mean by Nameless Valley?"

Just when Wuhua was stunned, several old men in linen robes came behind him and looked at the villages in the valley with happy expressions.

Not only a few old men, but also hundreds of ragged people behind these old men.

"It should be!" Wuhua smiled.

After that, he walked along the Qianmo path towards the valley.

"Holy Monk!"

Suddenly, a voice of surprise sounded.

Wuhua followed the prestige, and saw a farmer in the field looking at him.

"Amitabha!" Wuhua thought softly.

"The Holy Monk is back!"

"The Holy Monk is back!"

The farmer couldn't help but cry out.

As he shouted, figures rushed out of the villages in the valley.

They rushed to Wuhua and knelt down and bowed, "Welcome to the holy monk!" ”

"Donors, please get up!" Wuhua said a little crampedly.

This devotion made him a little nervous.

At this moment, a familiar person came to the front, "Believer Liu Qingxu greeted the holy monk. ”

Wuhua helped him up a little helplessly and said, "Didn't you say don't call the holy monk?" ”

"The holy monk saves me is equal to the sea of suffering, looking for the Buddha country for us, and we are willing to believe in the holy monk." Liu Qingxu said with a pious face.

They are all refugees in troubled times, and if it weren't for the lack of flowers to save them, they would have become dry bones in the mountains and wilderness.

Wuhua not only saved them, but also helped them find a place to live, and also gave them silver taels to buy food and clothing.

Now they are able to settle in this valley, and it is a gift of no flowers.

Since Wuhua left, they have not forgotten Wuhua but have regarded Wuhua as a faith.

In particular, Liu Qingxu followed the concept of no flowers, accepting and helping refugees who could not survive due to the war.

Although he didn't help many people, over time, there were hundreds of people.

Wuhua looked at the happy and pious faces, and a Buddha's heart couldn't help but throb.

"Maybe the path to Buddhahood for poor monks is here!"

What is Buddha?

The enlightened person is a Buddha.

What is Enlightenment?

Seeing the mind is enlightenment.

Knowing right from wrong, seeing good and evil, is enlightenment.

"Amitabha! This place should be the Valley of Buddha's Awakening! Wuhua chanted softly.

When Liu Qing heard this, his eyes lit up, his hands were folded, and he bowed down and said, "The place where the holy monk is located is the Buddha Jue Valley!" ”

Flowerless smiled.

The Buddha Valley he said was the place of his own enlightenment.

And the Buddha Jue Valley that Liu Qingxu said was where he was.

"The poor monk wants to stay here for a few days, can you?"

"Holy monk, please, believers have built a Buddhist temple for the holy monk." Liu Qing said in vain.

Flowerless looked at the largest wooden house in the village and knew that it was built for him.

Although he didn't care about this, he didn't want to waste the kindness of these villagers.

"They are all suffering people, and they need you to take them in!" Wuhua pointed to the refugees behind her.

"All the people who come are holy monks and believers!"

Liu Qingxu stepped forward and chanted to those refugees: "Amitabha! ”

A group of refugees looked at each other, and several old men first came back to their senses, bowed down and chanted, "Amitabha! ”

Liu Qingxu nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Wuhua smiled helplessly.

He knew what Liu Qingxu meant, and he also understood why Liu Qingxu did this.

Liu Qingxu is grateful to Wuhua and is willing to follow Wuhua's will to take in more refugees.

But he had to make sure that all the refugees who entered the Valley of Buddha Awakening believed in the flowerlessness.

A unified idea can avoid many contradictions with management and a unified will.

So Wuhua didn't stop Liu Qingxu.

Entering the village, looking at the sallow but hopeful faces, Wuhua was in a good mood.

Although the people here are living a hard life, they at least have hope.

As long as there is hope, they can live a better life in the future.

The temple that Liu Qingxu built for him was not large, nor was it exquisitely ornate, just a very ordinary wooden house, but it was already the best wooden house in the village.

Entering the house, there is a pampa mat and a clay statue of Buddha.

Sitting on the pampas mat, Wuhua always feels a little strange when he looks at the Buddha statue, because this Buddha statue is very similar to him.

"They should thank you for helping them build this paradise." Wuhua said to Liu Qingxu.

"Without the guidance of the holy monks, how can believers find this paradise?" Liu Qingxu knelt in front of Wuhua and said.

"Get up, don't kneel at every turn!" No ikebana.

"Believers have nothing to grow, only a heart to the Buddha!"

"A poor monk is not a Buddha!"

"In the hearts of believers, the holy monk is the Buddha! Believers are willing to shave their ordination and are willing to follow the holy monks all the time. ”

Wuhua sighed leisurely.

He felt that Liu Qingxu's belief in Buddha was more devout than his.

"Is there any trouble here? Poor monks can help with this. ”

In desperation, he could only change the subject.

Liu Qingxu was a little disappointed, but he didn't say much, just said: "There are many wild beasts in the mountains, the people are living in difficulty, although the believers have taught them martial arts, but unfortunately the kung fu cultivated by the believers is too low-level to let them have the power to protect themselves." ”

"Please also ask the holy monk to give exercises."

The people in the valley were all ordinary people, and very few of them cultivated martial arts.

And although Liu Qingxu has practiced martial arts, his cultivation is only five grades.

In addition, he came from an ordinary background, so he didn't have any advanced exercises at all.

Wuhua thought for a while and said, "The exercises are simple, and you can get them tomorrow." ”

He knows a lot of exercises, including Shaolin martial arts, Japanese ninjutsu, Dan Xinshu, and so on.

These exercises are enough for a martial artist to cultivate to the ninth grade, or even the innate realm.

……

Pingman Guannei.

Bright sunlight shone through the narrow gaps in the castle.

Qin Wei rode to the city gate.

"Your Highness, everything is packed up!" Yuwen Chengdu came to Qin Wei and reported.

Qin Wei bowed slightly, looked at the city, and frowned slightly.

Although the smoke has cleared, there is still a strong smell of smoke in the city.

"Give the defense here to Liu Qing, and Liu Qing will garrison this place in the future."

"Whoa!" Yuwen Chengdu responded.

Qin Wei can't go south to Yunzhou, and he won't stay in this Pingmanguan.

Next, he wants to return to Shuzhou City, and Yuwen Chengdu will also follow him back, but this Pingmanguan must not be ignored, so he can only let Liu Qing stay and garrison.

"This king won't go in, you can watch and deal with it."

After Qin Wei finished speaking, he turned around and left.

The smell of smoke was too great, and it was a little uncomfortable to stay in the city.

A moment later, Qin Wei returned to the camp of the Anning Army.

"What about the two innate martial artists?"

He jumped off his horse and asked.

Xiao Shunzi replied: "I have been guarded by Mo Yan's predecessors in the camp tent on the west side. ”

"Let's go over and see you!"

Just as Qin Wei was walking towards the camp tent on the west side, Wang An came running again.

"Meet Your Highness!"

"Something?"

Wang An smiled and said: "Your Highness, it's a good thing, Lord Liu and Lord Ji have captured Shuzhou City." ”

Qin Wei was a little surprised, "So fast? ”

Although the walls of Shuzhou City are not as good as Pingmanguan, it is not easy to capture them.

Moreover, Liu Yuanrang and Ji Fei only had less than 10,000 soldiers and horses, and they did not have siege equipment in their hands.

Qin Wei originally thought that it would take them a while to take Shuzhou City, but he didn't expect that they would fight it in just a dozen days.

Wang An said: "It's not that they fought down, it's the rebels in Shuzhou City who surrendered." ”

Qin Wei suddenly said, this is also normal.

Tang Mingcheng has become a prisoner, and the rebels in Shuzhou City have long panicked, coupled with the continuous advancement of the Anning Army to the south during this time, everyone knows that it is a matter of time before Shuzhou City is recovered.

With the discouragement of the army and the absence of a leader, the rebels in the city will naturally choose to surrender.

"Send a message to Lord Liu, saying that this king has won the Pingman Pass, and he will go to Shuzhou City in a few days."

"Whoa!"

Then.

Qin Wei came to a camp tent.

Zhong Daofu and Li Zhongxian were on the wooden shelf, and Mo Yan sat next to him with his eyes slightly closed.

Seeing Qin Wei come in, Mo Yan hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly.

And Zhong Daofu and Li Zhongxian also raised their heads.

At this time, they were seriously injured and very weak, but the strong vitality of the innate martial artists kept them awake.

They looked at Qin Wei, at the vague immature face, and there was a vague panic in their eyes.

As innate martial artists, there are very few things in this world that will panic them.

But the terrifying coercion and mysterious methods made their minds confused.

"Senior Moyan, you go out first." Qin Wei said.

Mo Yan arched his hand and walked out of the tent.

Qin Wei looked at the two prisoners, then stepped forward and reached out and pressed Zhong Daofu's head.

The rich true qi and artistic conception passed into his body along his hands.

Three white chess pieces immediately condensed on the Yitian chessboard.

Two layers of artistic conception can condense three white chess pieces, and one layer of artistic conception can only condense one chess piece, as for how many chess pieces can be condensed in three layers of artistic conception, Qin Wei has not yet tried.

"What are you doing!" Li Zhongxian looked at Qin Wei and asked in a panic.

As for Zhong Daofu, he no longer has the ability to speak.

The true qi and artistic conception were drained in an instant, and Zhong Daofu, who was already weak, fell directly into a coma.

"The dead don't need to know." Qin Wei withdrew his palm from Zhong Daofu's head and stretched it out towards Li Zhongxian again.

In fact, he could choose to raise the cultivation of a summoned character to the innate realm, just like Yuwen Chengdu.

It's a pity that there is no suitable person around him now.

Zhuge Zheng is in Kyoto, Iron Hand is in Tianzhou, Di Renjie is still clearing the remnants of the Holy Sect, and the Huoyun Evil God is following Li Ru.

Now there is only one chess piece figure in Yuwen Chengdu by his side.

"Let Wang An come in!" Qin Wei said.

Xiao Shunzi hurriedly called Wang An in.

"Come here!" Qin Wei called.

Wang An was a little puzzled, but he still walked to Qin Wei's side honestly.

Qin Wei directly put his other hand on Wang An's shoulder.

"Hold your breath and concentrate and run the exercises."

Then a stream of pure true qi flowed into Wang An's body.

Wang An's shock needs not be said.

Qin Wei did not elevate his cultivation to the innate level, but only to the ninth rank. In this way, there are six white pieces on the board.

After the matter was over, Qin Wei said to Wang An again: "This matter must not be spread outside." ”

Wang An came back to his senses, felt the rich true qi in his body, and hurriedly knelt down and bowed: "Old slave, thank you for your kindness." ”

"Well, get up!"

Qin Wei walked out of the tent with his hands in his hands.

Xiao Shunzi skillfully broke the necks of Zhong Daofu and Li Zhongxian.

……

The news that Pingmanguan City had been captured by the Anning army soon spread throughout the three southwestern states.

Such a Xiongguan was so easily captured, and most people's first reaction when they learned about it was not to believe it.

But when they learned that Qin Wei had captured the Pingman Pass by means of smoke attack, they were both surprised and surprised by Qin Wei's clever plan.

Some things seem simple, but they just surprise countless people.

The smoke attack is not a powerful move, but no one has ever used this move in the hundreds of years since Pingmanguan was here.

Inside the city of Yuehaifu.

Lan Yuehou sat in the tent and drank and had fun.

"Haha, interesting, interesting, this kid of King Xin'an is really smart!"

"Master Hou, the king of Xin'an County has laid down the Pingban Pass, how long will we spend here?" Lao Suo said helplessly.

They have been outside Haifu City for more than two months this month.

However, for more than two months, they fought only one battle, and the rest of the days were closed in this camp.

"What are you anxious about, Your Majesty has given Ben Hou two years, just take your time!"

Lan Yuehou raised her head and poured a glass of wine, and said nonchalantly.

"But it's not a problem to spend here all the time, we might as well go to Nanyang City." Lao Suo said.

Lan Yuehou stretched.

"The emperor Lao'er asked Benhou not to return to Beijing for two years, so Benhou naturally has to have some fun in Yunzhou."

The old man wanted to speak and stopped.

He knew that Lan Yuehou was angry with Emperor Li, otherwise how could a small Yuehai Mansion City stop the Mingyue Army?

He didn't care about Emperor Li's attitude, he just didn't want Lan Yuehou to stay here all the time.

"Okay, okay, Ben Hou knows, you go and talk to the South China Sea Sailor and let them come to Yuehaifu City."

"Whoa!" Lao Suo smiled and replied.

(End of chapter)