When he broke through the second layer, it was a matter of course, and it was obviously very smooth, Qin Sang was originally proud that he was a cultivation genius, but now he couldn't help but start to doubt himself.

Even if you are not a genius, you can accept the posture of a middle-aged person, you can't be a fool, right?

He didn't know if this situation was normal, but after such a long period of inadvancing, his patience was worn out little by little, and he was inevitably a little anxious.

Without Master's guidance, Qin Sang could only ponder by himself, when he broke through the second layer so smoothly, but now he was stuck by the bottleneck, is there any other reason besides the exercise itself?

For example, medicated baths.

After the Bloody Cloak Building stabilized, Qin Sang had found an opportunity to go back to Sanwu City, but he didn't see the Taoist Elder and Mingyue, and it is said that soon after the Taoist Temple caught fire, they gave the Taoist Temple to the victims, and went south by boat, leaving the Great Sui.

Calculate the time, it is the days when the king of Dongyang and the king of Zhenshui rebelled.

Unable to find the Silent Heart Dao Master, Qin Sang could only find another way, he also collected a few prescriptions such as Guben Peiyuan in the Blood Cloak Building, but unfortunately the effect was not as good as the medicinal bath.

There was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

The water monkey whispered outside, "Hall Master, General Zhou has arrived." ”

Qin Sang's face was overjoyed, he hurriedly got up and sorted out his clothes, and said loudly: "Hurry up, please!"

After a while, the water monkey led a middle-aged man in armor to push the door in, and the man walked up to Qin Sang, leaned over and bowed, "The last general, Zhou Mingguang, has seen Mr. Qin!"

On the surface, Qin Sang is the chief of staff of Dongyang County, and he has no official position, and everyone outside the bloody clothes building calls Qin Sang Mr.

Qin Sang stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Mingguang, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "General Zhou, we are old acquaintances, why bother to be polite." This time General Zhou made a detour to Hunwu County, Qin Sang had been panicking in his heart, for fear that he would miss the military aircraft of Lord Admiral. ”

Zhou Mingguang was a close confidant of General Mu, and Qin Sang had met him two months ago when the city of Hening County was broken.

General Mu did not damage Hening County with one soldier, made great contributions, and the county lord was promoted, promoted to the right commander of the Xiaoyong battalion, Zhou Mingguang rose to the top, became a guerrilla general, and commanded the crossbow barracks.

Qin Sang was also justifiably promoted to the head of the Bloody Clothes Building, but the paperwork had not yet arrived.

The only thing that made Qin Sang unhappy was that Wang Liu, a kid, had delayed the military situation, not only was he not punished, but he picked up a big bargain when he attacked Jiangzhou Prefecture, and now he is also the right commander of the Xuanwei battalion.

"The last general will not dare!"

Zhou Mingguang had seen the hellish scene in the Mansion with his own eyes, and he was respectful to Qin Sang, "Mr. Qin, Lord Admiral asked me to say hello." The Lord wanted to come to see Mr. Qin in person, but the military situation was urgent, so he had to lead his troops to Beibei Prefecture, but the crossbow barracks under the command of the Admiral were all brought by the last general, a total of 500 divine arm crossbows, and obeyed Mr. Qin's dispatch!"

"Good!"

Qin Sang slapped his palms, he was overjoyed, he gave most of his military exploits to General Mu, and he stayed in Hunwu County for so long, for these crossbowmen.

His purpose is naturally the Hanging Ji Temple in Hunwu County!

After learning from the Venerable Yuanjue that there was an immortal cultivator's inheritance in Xuanji Temple, Qin Sang was thinking about how to get his hands on it.

His light skills are not as good as the top masters in the rivers and lakes, and he can't sneak into the Hanging Ji Temple quietly, although the Venerable Master Yuanjue is dead, the Hanging Ji Temple still has innate masters and countless first-class masters.

Of course, he can use the ability of the king of Hades to kill people quietly, but the Hanging Ji Temple has the name of the holy land, and everyone in the Great Sui knows about it.

There are immortal masters staring at the Great Sui Kingdom.

Thinking about it, it is safest to use the power of the world, and in the face of five hundred divine arm crossbows, the abbot of Hangji Temple does not dare to be presumptuous, unless he wants to destroy the door of Hangji Temple.

Hearing that Qin Sang's target was actually Xuanji Temple, Zhou Mingguang said with a sad face: "Mr. Qin, the last general heard that there are congenital masters in Xuanji Temple, and there are only five hundred crossbowmen, I'm afraid it will ......."

"General Zhou, don't worry!"

Qin Sang said confidently, "If the innate master dares to kill people, I will deal with it, the only thing to worry about is that the monks of Xuanji Temple are unruly, and they still have their hearts towards the puppet emperor and do not obey the king, so they need General Zhou to lead troops to deter. If they know each other and confess their sins and receive punishment, the prince does not want to kill them all...... I have prepared wine and meat, and I am tired of General Zhou to bring it back to reward the soldiers, and I will leave early tomorrow morning, so as not to delay the march, and after the matter is completed, Qin Sang will be grateful. ”

"The last general obeys!"

......

In the early morning of the second day, Qin Sang led the people of the Bloody Clothes Building to meet Zhou Guangming, marched hurriedly after dinner, and stationed in front of the gate of Xuanji Temple before noon.

Ancient Tibetan Temple in the deep mountains.

The mountain wind blows through the dense forest, and it rustles.

The road up the mountain is all paved with half-step-wide blue stones, and from the foot of the mountain to the temple gate, five horsemen can walk in parallel.

Hangji Temple.

In the three vigorous characters, the simple and heavy atmosphere is blowing in the face.

The two stone carved lions in front of the mountain gate showed fierce eyes and stared at the way they came.

The leaves on the high steps are scattered, not a single monk can be seen, and the two Zhu doors several feet high are tightly closed, and there is no sound inside.

The autumn breeze is bleak.

In front of the temple gate, there is a huge flat field, Qin Sang is wearing the armor of an ordinary soldier, looking up at this martial arts holy land, his eyes look over the high outer wall, and see the cornices and corners inside.

He could hear the nervous breathing in the temple.

Zhou Guangming, who took the lead, waved his hand back, and then a series of footsteps sounded, and more than a thousand soldiers scattered in order, and five hundred divine arm crossbows were wound together, and the arrows were pointed at Zhumen.

Zhou Mingguang looked at Qin Sang, and Qin Sang bowed slightly.

"Change the rocket!"

Zhou Mingguang roared, and as soon as the words fell, someone in the Hanging Ji Temple suddenly recited a strong Buddha name.

"Wait!"

Then, there was a rush of footsteps in the Hanging Ji Temple, and the Zhu Gate was pushed open, and an old monk with a ruddy face and white eyebrows and beard walked out first.

Behind him, a group of monks rushed out, their faces indignant, and pointed at the soldiers in front of them with sticks in hand.

Seeing the robe on the old monk's body, Qin Sang secretly said that this should be the abbot of Xuanji Temple, Yuanzhen Abbot, the junior disciple of the Venerable Master Yuanjue, and one of the most respected people in the Great Sui Martial Arts.

"Amitabha. ”

Abbot Yuanzhen's eyes were sad, his eyes swept away, he looked at Zhou Mingguang, and asked in a condensed voice: "Poor monk Yuanzhen, dare to ask the general's name?"

Zhou Mingguang said in a deep voice: "A certain is Zhou Mingguang, who is not talented, and is a general under the command of the prince." ”

Abbot Yuanzhen nodded, his face suddenly sank, and he asked: "General Zhou, all the people in the Hanging Ji Temple are monks, and they have always been compassionate, accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, and do not mess with the world. I don't know what exactly has been committed, and it is worth the general to make a big move and bring troops to ask for it?"

"Green Lantern Ancient Buddha?"

Zhou Mingguang laughed with a mocking face, "The monks and soldiers in Duling County who helped the puppet emperor defend the city slaughtered countless sons and daughters of my Dongyang County, could it be a disciple of another family?"

Abbot Yuanzhen's face remained unchanged, and he retorted: "General Zhou doesn't know, those monks and soldiers only learned art in Xuanji Temple, and after going down the mountain, they have nothing to do with Xuanji Temple. The reason for this was explained to the prince by the poor monk in person, and the general would know it as soon as he asked. ”