The white lotus appeared for no reason, the person on the lotus wore a pointed monk's hat, a large-sleeved monk's robe, a pure purple robe was born with a noble style, and the body was not tall with a slightly forward posture, looking like a shrike bird looking at its prey.

As the white lotus condensed by the light slowly descended, the monk on the lotus just chose a place parallel to Li Qianshun's line of sight.

Below Lu Bu Zhiyun, the national teacher of Western Xia, those monks and officials who were chanting sutras climbed up one by one, squeezing the position in front of the king of Western Xia.

It's a pity that the Lotus monks didn't care about the appearance of these monks and officials as if they were facing a great enemy, and their faces made purely of light only glanced at Lu Bu Zhiyun, the national teacher of the Great Gao Bai Kingdom and the contemporary sect master of Huayan Sect, and there was a meaning in his voice that could not be refused: "Since the Huayan Sect was Venerable Emperor Xin in the early Tang Dynasty, the talents have really withered more and more, but the mountain monk thinks that your sect was also one of the eight Mahayana sects, and it should not be such an uninformed appearance." ”

With his words, Lu Bu Zhiyun's wrinkled old face rose slightly, stared at the monk on his face, and replied in a deep voice: "The old man has the responsibility of protecting the vultures, how can he allow the wild monk to be shocked!

This reprimand was very strict, but the monk on the white lotus thought about it for a while, and then remembered that the meaning of the party title of "Wu Pawn" was the self-proclaimed "Qingtian Son" of the Western Xia Lord, so he smiled and gave another salute to Li Qianshun: "The mountain monk does not know the court etiquette, and he collided with the Wu Pawn Holy Driver for no reason, and he hopes to forgive his sins." However, when the mountain monk came, he had an important matter to repay to the vultures, and he knew that he was a little offended, but he couldn't take care of it a lot. ”

Although Li Qianshun fell to the ground and was better than the hands of women in the deep palace, a weak monarch who could play a balance beam game between Song and Liao, his flexibility was his housekeeping ability. And no matter what, Li Qianshun is a very devout Buddhist monk, although he is much worse than Xiao Yan, Emperor Wu of Liang, in terms of fanaticism, but in the face of this kind of monk who shows his magic in person, he is still quite respectful.

At that moment, Li Qian raised his head and responded: "This elder doesn't know where the famous mountain treasure temple was burned, and he came to my inner palace, but what did he care about?"

The monk on the lotus waved his hand, shook his head and said: "I don't dare to take the word "Xiagu", but there is a military matter related to the Great Xia Kingdom that I want to inform Your Majesty. This matter is not known to the Great Xia National Master, nor can it be detected by ordinary detectives, so others can't say it, but the mountain monk has come to speak for His Majesty. ”

"Dare to ask the elder, what do you want to say to me?"

Li Qianshun's voice just started, and it was immediately covered by the voice of the monk on the lotus, word by word, with a strange accent, but the beginning of the voice made everyone in the Buddha hall change their faces: "What the mountain monk wants to say is that the Liao is destroyed, the Song Dynasty is dead, and the Jurchen is not prosperous, so where should Your Majesty and this big Gao Bai country go in the future?"

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Jiangnan East Road, south of Shezhou, is connecting Hangzhou and Shezhou on the main road, there are strange peaks rising from the ground, and the peaks are beautiful.

The mountain shape is beautiful, but the name of the mountain is a bit unlucky, especially the taboo of business travelers and sailors.

But such an unlucky mountain name, but it is extremely popular, the mountain Buddhist temple incense hall is connected, every year I don't know how many head bags of incense, the body of the good man and woman who carry the incense, three steps and a kowtow to the place not far from a hundred miles to come here to incense.

Today, there is an extra line of monks in the crowd of incense. Different from the bald head and silk clothes that the locals are accustomed to, these monks look much taller than the farmers, and they are also dressed in white cloth shorts, and they have two white pompoms on their shoulders.

However, most of these monks held a six-edged iron rod in their hands, and they did not look like good monks, but no one dared to approach them along the way.

As these strange-looking monks walked up to the main peak of the overturned mountain, they did not see any magnificent temples, only a Dharma altar connected to the sky, and there was a little more sense of heaven and earth for no reason.

On both sides of the altar, there is a monk and a monk.

The monk was as fat and strong as a bull, wearing a big red and gold thread robe, and Futian Geri was full of flame patterns, so he sat cross-legged. The most strange thing is that this monk has seven red moles on his forehead, just like a six-petal lotus flower, slightly revealing golden light, and his beard like iron thread is even more vicious.

The Taoist on the side wore a black scarf and a soap robe, and his clothes were much simpler than that monk. However, this Taoist priest carried a long sword on his shoulder, his face was cold, and with his high cheekbones and thin lips, even if he only stood in front of him for a moment, he would be forced to get goosebumps on his body.

In addition to this monk, sitting in the middle of the altar is a long man in a plain white robe, with a long figure, which is not inferior to the monk. The most strange thing is that this person has five short beards under his chin, but there are five colors in his eyes, and he sits on the altar for no reason, and he gives birth to a majesty for no reason, which makes people see it as if they see God and Buddha, and they have the urge to bow and worship from the bottom of their hearts for no reason.

The white-clothed walker just sat upright on the altar, and those good men and women who came along the mountain road all the way to the altar, saw this scene, and involuntarily knelt down, kowtowing while shouting "living Buddha" and "holy father". At the end of the day, a boy and a girl, who were waiting for the incense, came and took the incense, and received the alms, also dressed in white.

If these people worship rice, vegetables, meat, snacks and fruits, etc., a group of strong men will come up to meet them, pick and pick, and carry them, and they will all take them aside. But money, cloth, and even hairpin rings, jewelry, etc., are scattered indiscriminately under the altar. I saw that the green jade hairpin, the yellow copper coin, and the white Sensen's silver bracelet were mixed together and piled up, but no one cleaned it up, and no one grabbed it.

The white-clothed walker sat on the altar with his eyes closed, seemingly just a meat bodhisattva who did not move or move, but those peasants who entered the incense and worshipped, some of them kowtowed, but their faces suddenly showed joy, and some made offerings, but their expressions showed a lot of embarrassment and fear.

But no matter whether these people's expressions were happy or worried, when they left one by one, they all seemed much more pious.

However, as the strangely dressed white-clothed monks walked under the altar, the white-clothed walker on the altar opened his eyes, and the boys and girls who were accompanying him immediately understood, walked to the crowd and said, "The auspicious time has passed, all good believers, please follow us to the dining hall for dinner." ”

Those who enter the incense do not know why, but since ancient times, the rules of the incense party, those who come to the incense always have a vegetarian meal to eat, and suddenly the crowd followed the boys and girls to retreat.

Only the group of strangely dressed white-clothed monks were facing the white-clothed walkers in front of them.

An indescribably unpleasant voice sounded from this group of white-clothed people: "Fang Shenggong, after a long time, I don't know how your preparations are?"

At this voice, a short white-robed monk stepped out, but he was dressed a little differently than the stern-faced companions around him, with a short stubble on the top of his head and a short beard on his lips that was not much bigger than his fingernails.

The white-clothed walker on the altar glanced down, clasped his palms slightly, but did not get up, but replied lightly: "Master Changde, since Zhu Mian conquered the Huashi Gang in Jiangnan, the rich have been ruined, the middle family has gone bankrupt, and the poor have broken their families.

Listening to the unconcealed dissatisfaction in the other party's words, Master Changde smiled and nodded to the white-clothed walker: "Fang Shenggong, doing things always requires long-term vision and patience to seize opportunities, in the past, we asked you to be patient, firstly, because the Zhao clan still has a field army with combat effectiveness, and secondly, because the Daomen side is still very powerful. However, now it is different, the old and small races of the Western Army have transferred their military horses to the Liao Front, and there is no reliable and powerful military force in the entire Zhao and Song Dynasties, and that Shi Zhenjun's eyes have also been attracted by this great war related to the fate of the East Asian countries, and the two forces that can threaten our plan have been trapped in the north!"

Speaking of this, Master Changde's mood became a little better, and he continued: "And the large amount of military expenditure for the Liao war still depends on Zhu Mian's Southeast Yingfeng Bureau, and his raiding of the people in Jiangnan is far more ruthless than when he presided over Huashigang in the past! Moreover, in order to loot enough military funds, he not only exploited merchants and peasants, but even the Song Guoshi doctor in Jiangnan was also the object of his oppression! In this case, as long as Fang Shenggong ascends to the top and shouts, not only will the ordinary people obey your call, but even the Song Guoshi doctors on Jiangnan Road may not stand on the opposite side of you!"

When these words came out, even Fang Shenggong became a little interested, and glanced at Master Changde: "What does Master mean by this?"

Master Changde pointed his hand and aimed it at Hangzhou City in the south: "Zhu Mian and his southeast Yingfeng Bureau have harmed the interests of everyone in the entire Jiangnan Road. As long as Fang Shenggong uses the slogan of 'expelling Zhu Mian and disbanding the Southeast Yingfeng Bureau', then the entire Song Guoshi doctors in Jiangnan will be happy to see it, and even secretly help you!"

When Master Changde said this, Fang Shenggong smiled and shook his head: "After all, Master Changde is a foreigner, but he doesn't know the thoughts of those big turbans! Yes, if this sect starts an incident under the banner of expelling Zhu Mian, those big turbans who hate Zhu Mian for snatching the food in their mouths will naturally have to give this sect some convenience, and even cooperate with this sect to let Zhu Mian die in the chaos. But since this sect has rebelled, then after Zhu Mian's death, they will hope that the court will exterminate us!"

In response to these words, Master Changde showed a confident smile: "Fang Shenggong, you do see the scholars and doctors of the Song Kingdom very clearly, but the reason why these scholars and doctors will pin their hopes on the court of Bianliang is because in the Central Plains and Jiangnan, the Zhao family still has the righteousness of ruling the world! Once the Zhao family loses this righteousness, then these Song scholars will only choose a strong person to cooperate, and in this regard, Fang Shenggong, who was born in Jiangnan, has an incomparable advantage!"

When these words came out, Fang Shenggong's face also showed a somewhat playful expression, and he unconsciously leaned forward slightly: "What do you mean by Master Changde?"

Master Changde's face finally showed a little fanaticism, and he replied in a loud voice: "War! The war that is about to sweep the world! In the upcoming war, whether it is the Song State, the Liao State, or the Jurchen State, their immature war technology and inefficient operation methods will become insignificant in this war that is about to change the fate of the world, and they will be mercilessly eliminated and completely crushed in that great war!" As long as you cooperate with us sincerely, then the great Pure Land of Light and the Paradise of Buddhism where all people can share the glory can be realized under your leadership! Even in the future, people will no longer call you by your name, but will call you the 'Emperor of Light' who has ushered in a great new era!"

When these words came out, even if Fang Shenggong had always been calm, he couldn't help but be a little moved, and nodded towards Master Changde: "Attacking the southeast should be enshrined, this is an easy matter, but you should also make some efforts in the middle, you must know that this is not the business of this sect!"

In this regard, Master Changde just nodded knowingly: "Naturally, this is the case! We sneaked into Jiangnan Road for this important event!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly ripped off the white monk's robe on his body, revealing the yellow-green military uniform inside: "De Jiangguang, the head of the South China Secret Service, was ordered to come to assist His Excellency the Holy Father Fang La, please give me a lot of advice!"

With the words of the head of the South China secret service, the white-clothed monks who followed him also slammed the six-edged iron rod in their hands, and suddenly the plain white monks' clothes burst like snow, revealing the blue and black armor hidden by these monks under the monks' clothes.

The monk at the head held the iron rod in one hand, stepped forward, and bowed slightly to Fang Shenggong: "The contemptible person is Hideo Mizumi who came to his own Yanshan Jiuyuan Temple, and he was fortunate to be selected by the great doctor Wang Yixia as one of the monks and soldiers of the Golunbo in Koyasan, and now he is leading the monks and soldiers of the Wulunfang to assist in your actions. ”

Looking at the armor with the glory of the mantra on the monk holding the iron staff, the monks under the altar had already nodded to the Holy Father, that is, the Manichaean leader Fang La, who left a mark in the late Northern Song Dynasty, which meant nothing more than "The strength of these monks is not bad, and they are indeed usable."

Fang La's expression remained unchanged, but he stood up, took the hands of Changde Jiangguang and Shui Xiuxiong one by one, and laughed loudly: "Since the two of you are so sincere in helping this sect, then what else can you say? When the contact between this sect is completed, he will turn the sky in the south of the Yangtze River in one go, and from then on, there will be no room for his Zhao official family to speak in this place, and truly create a bright paradise of this sect!"