Since the ghost shadow left Luoyang, the old abbot of the White Horse Temple, Tanma Jialuo, has become a lifesaver for the little emperor.

White Horse Temple, is built for the ancestor Emperor Ming, since then, this White Horse Temple and the Han Dynasty royal close 'fusion' together, to Emperor An, is more dependent on each other, lips and teeth cold, and even some royal secrets, hidden in the White Horse Temple than the palace is more safe and reliable.

The successive abbots of the White Horse Temple were all personally elected by the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, and the first thing that every emperor of the Han Dynasty succeeded to the throne was to go to the White Horse Temple to offer incense!

Many secrets of the Han royal family are known by God, by earth, by the emperor, and by the abbot!

Especially after the little emperor ascended the throne, he relied on the White Horse Temple very much!

For that glimmer of hope, the secret of the Son of Heaven Sword was activated.

The old abbot Tanma Jialuo's martial arts were all lost, and his junior brother Kuma Jiaye died in Songshan.

But the Sword of the Son of Heaven actually fell into the hands of Dong Zhuo and became his 'accomplice'!

What's even more sad is that Gaozu Jin Mu actually 'announced' to let Liu's Chan let the Han Dynasty go unexpectedly!

If you know today, why bother in the first place!

Seeing that Dong Zhuo's usurpation was about to succeed, when the little emperor was in despair, he suddenly heard the old abbot come to see him, and he really saw a glimmer of light in the darkness, and shouted hoarsely: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

As soon as the old abbot arrives, things will take a turn for the better.

At least, it's a dead horse as a live horse doctor!

The old abbot staggered, but walked up to the temple with great determination.

"Amitabha, old monk Tanma Kara, join my Lord Your Majesty, long live, long live. ”

The old abbot was respectful and gave a salute to the little emperor.

"Master, hurry up. ”

The little emperor looked at the old dragon bell Tan Magara, and his heart was sour, he hadn't seen him for a few days, how did he become like this!

Old, haggard, and weak, it was really written on his face and body.

Only the resolute gaze brought a residual glimmer of hope to the little emperor.

"I heard that Your Majesty's heart hurts, the old monk specially brought some jujube black tea, please take it for Your Majesty!"

As he spoke, he handed over a bag of tea.

The little emperor got up, and when he caught the tea, his hands also firmly grasped the old abbot's wrist.

The look of anticipation, almost tears.

The old abbot smiled slightly, which was a comfort to the little emperor.

"Okay, the old abbot came just in time, the matter of the Son of Heaven's sword, I was about to ask the master to make a statement!"

Dong Zhuo's eyes shot a trace of slyness, and he said with a smile.

The little emperor's hand trembled, and the jujube black tea almost fell to the ground.

The old abbot was calm and calm, and walked to the Son of Heaven Sword and the Golden Bamboo Bowl in a hurry.

Lu Bu was like a great enemy, his eyes were firmly fixed on the old abbot, paying attention to every detail of his changes.

The White Horse Temple and the Liu royal family are in a group, this is a well-known fact in the world, the old abbot entered the palace this time, must have come to help the little emperor.

Therefore, Lu Bu did not dare to be careless, as long as the old monk had a stir, he would take the lead.

Although the old abbot was poisoned by Dong Zhuo's 'Benzoin Grass', he was seriously injured and lost all his martial arts.

The old abbot didn't seem to have the slightest hostility towards Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu, his face was as calm as water, and he walked straight to the Son of Heaven Sword and the Golden Scroll.

Put your hands together and recite the scriptures silently.

Then gently pick up the gold slip and look at it carefully.

"May I ask the master, is this Gaozu Golden Scroll real?"

Dong Zhuo didn't allow him to look at it more, and asked loudly.

While secretly giving Lu Bu a look, Lu Bu had a good heart, as long as the old abbot said a 'fake' word, the 'seven-step life-killing snake' hidden in Lu Bu's sleeve would take the old abbot's life.

The Sword of Heaven and the Golden Scroll are fake, and this Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu both know it.

How could the old abbot not know it?

Regardless of the gold slab itself

How, just the words engraved on it are clear at a glance.

When Emperor Gaozu made the sage, how could he predict that a 'sage' named Dong Zhuo would appear four hundred years later?

Otherwise, it is hard to believe that the wise and martial Liu Bang will engrave Dong Zhuo's name.

However, even if Liu Bang can predict the prophet, he will not be able to hand over the Han Empire he has worked so hard to create to others!

Yes, the old abbot turned over and over, looked and looked, and did not say a word.

The little emperor was so anxious that he couldn't wait to tell the old abbot that the golden slip was fake.

The ministers were even more wide-eyed, wanting to hear the final news from the old abbot's mouth, because the deep relationship between the White Horse Temple and the Han royal family is well known to the world.

With Dong Zhuo's so-called many 'foreshadowing', if the old abbot personally confirms that the golden slip is true, then Emperor Gaozu's edict will be a certainty.

Dong Zhuo's plan to replace Liu will also succeed.

"There is a way that monks don't speak, and Master Wanwang tells the truth!" Dong Zhuo pressed step by step.

"Dong Xiangye rest assured, the old monk will tell the truth. ”

The old abbot held the golden slab in his hand, looked directly at the ministers, and said loudly: "Amitabha, this golden slab is real." ”

As soon as these words came out, the ministers immediately became agitated.

Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu let out a sigh of relief, and the 'Seven-Step Killing Snake' had not yet been unsheathed.

The little emperor was dumbfounded, and sat down on the dragon chair, feeling half cold in his heart.

The old ministers who blessed the little emperor looked up to the sky and sighed, and the old tears were full of tears.

The words of the old abbot undoubtedly recognized the legitimacy of Dong Zhuo's usurpation!

The little emperor really didn't understand, and he never expected that the old abbot would say such a thing.

It is often said that with great hope comes great disappointment.

He pinned his hopes on the Sword of Heaven and the Golden Scroll, but he put himself in a desperate situation!

He pinned his hopes on the old abbot to save the scene, but he didn't expect him to 'help the abuse'!

Is it really necessary to cede the imperial throne to the traitor Dong Zhuo today?

Dong Zhuo laughed: "The master is really a monk, after the prime minister ascended the throne, he will overhaul the White Horse Temple and reshape the golden body of the Buddha." ”

An old minister cried a handful of snot and tears, gritted his teeth and said: "Although the abbot master is a high-ranking monk, he has never seen Gaozu's handwriting, how can he determine that it is true?

This person was yellow-skinned and skinny, and he looked at Dong Zhuo with blank eyes.

Everything is under control, and Dong Zhuo is up to him.

The old minister respectfully took the golden slip, and after only a few glances, his face changed greatly, and he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the golden slip into his belly.

"You ......" Lu Bu was caught off guard, and hurriedly grabbed the old minister's collar, but it was useless.

"Hey, there's a kind, there's a kind!" Dong Zhuo's face turned pale, and he looked at the old minister coldly.

Lu Bu was angry: "Xiangye is angry, and the grandson will disembowelment and take out the golden scum." ”

After saying that, he pulled out a dagger.

Dong Zhuo scolded: "Okay, you old horseman, tell me quickly, who instructed you to do this?"

The old minister swallowed the golden slab, knowing that his death was coming, he tried his last strength, whimpered and said: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and my lord will definitely avenge me." ”

This sentence is equivalent to saying that his master is the golden leader Zhang Jiao.

Dong Zhuo sneered: "I already knew that your nickname was 'Green Bone', but I didn't expect you to be a spy of Zhang Jiao's anti-thief, hmph, it's really innocent." ”

Lu Bu stabbed down, and blood splattered everywhere!

In fact, at this time, Lao Chen's breath was already gone.

His real master is actually He Jin, who deliberately shook Zhang Jiao out on the verge of death.

"Nonsense, how can the sect leader have such a fool as you. ”

A martial artist

will shout loudly, but also expose his identity.

"Oh, according to you, your master is the horn?"

Dong Zhuo got this unexpected 'gain', but he was interested.

The matter has come to this point, and the military general does not hide it: "Yes, the master is the person of Sect Master Zhang, and he has come to take the head of your old thief for Tianxingdao." ”

As he spoke, he flew towards Dong Zhuo.

He was in a hurry, and said that he had leaked his mouth, so he simply didn't do anything and killed Dong Zhuo first.

At the same time as he made his move, the two ministers behind him also made a move at the same time.

The three of them punched at the same time, two punches hit Dong Zhuo's chest, and one punch hit Dong Zhuo's nose.

Dong Zhuo snorted and inhaled cold air in pain.

The nose was crooked to the side by the general, and the blood flowed.

Lu Bu stuck the dagger in the old minister's body, and he was too anxious to pull it out, so he hurriedly flew back to save Dong Zhuo.

The sleeve poison snake shot out, and it was in the middle of the general's face.

The 'Seven-Step Killing Snake' is extremely venomous, biting the general.

The military general knew that the catastrophe was inevitable, and he was ruthless, grabbed the poisonous snake in three bites and bitten the poisonous snake to pieces.

You bite me, I bite you!

The generals and the poisonous snake died together.

"Eighth master. The latter two saw that the lord was about to die, so they had to break the kettle and temporarily pull Dong Zhuo on his back.

When the person arrived, Dong Zhuo dodged left and right, shouting for help.

Lu Bu and Wang Wu faced those two respectively, and relieved Dong Zhuo's predicament.

And the martial arts of those two people are much worse than Lu Bu, although Lu Bu was seriously injured not long ago, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, plus Wang Wu's help, he was captured alive in a few rounds.

"Say, are there any other comrades?" Lu Bu's eyes widened angrily.

The ministers were suddenly confused, and they really didn't expect that the ministers of the first hall actually hid a spy with Zhang Jiao. Of course, they couldn't imagine that in addition to the people who opened the corners, there were also people who entered the city.

There are even others!

One of them laughed and said, 'Eighth Master, the ninth is here.' As he spoke, he trismus and killed himself by biting his tongue.

'Phew. The broken tongue was mixed with blood, and it sprayed Lu Bu's face.

Lu Bu was furious, and with a strong hand, he twisted his neck with a 'click'.

Angry, he turned his head and asked, "What about you?"

The man was also calm, and shouted: "I recruit, I recruit." ”

Since he is willing to recruit, let him say.

"Yes, we are all Sect Leader Zhang's people, the leader is the Eighth Master, my nickname is 'Old Ten', our purpose is ......." Then suddenly the words changed "Ministers, his Son of Heaven Sword is fake, the real Son of Heaven Sword has already fallen into my Taiping God Sect, the Sect Leader and his old man have already released the news, and next month there will be a sword viewing conference in Yuezi Peak of Phoenix Mountain, you can ...... at that time"

Wang Wu swept the dust around the man's mouth so that he could no longer speak, and Lu Bu also came to a 'black tiger heart', and the five fingers of his right hand were inserted into the man's heart.

Damn, what are the eight masters, nine and ten, running here to worship the master?

But it didn't help, because what the man said was also true, Zhang Jiao got the Son of Heaven Sword and jointly held a sword viewing conference with Cao Cao in Yuezi Peak of Phoenix Mountain, which had already spread throughout the martial arts, and even various sects and factions began to receive invitations from Zhang Jiao one after another.

Even if you Dong Zhuo cover the sky with one hand, how can you block the mouth of the ministers?

For now, it is to prove the authenticity of the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand as soon as possible.

The method is very simple, the old abbot of the White Horse Temple is here.

Dong Zhuo endured the sharp pain in his nose and yelled 'Silence', and the ministers were silent.

"Master Abbot, you have to take a closer look, and then tell them, is this Heavenly Son Sword true or false?"

The old abbot looked calm, smiled and picked up the sword of the Son of Heaven, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

The crowd waited eagerly for an answer.