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At this moment, it is dusk, and the brilliant sunset fills the high sky, reflecting the not magnificent ancient city of Hetuala, which is "full of golden armor".

In the south of the inner city, in front of the horse hall (i.e., the mountain gate) of Pujue Temple, which is a hard mountain-style blue brick and tile structure and antique, several old monks are wearing robes that are not often worn, and they are waiting for the arrival of distinguished guests from afar.

An old monk with white eyebrows in the center of the first house, his skin is as white as snow, if he only relies on his delicate skin without the slightest wrinkle, he would never have imagined that he is nearly seventy years old. He has a high nose and big eyes, and a long face, which is typical of Jurchen appearance. And he is the master of Chengguang, the presiding officer of Pujue Temple.

Pujue Temple, also known as Guandi Temple, is one of the seven temples built by Nurhachi in Hetuala, and it is also the first Guandi Temple of the Jurchens. The Jianzhou Jurchens had great respect for Guan Yu, a famous general during the Three Kingdoms period, so after Nurhachi led the Jianzhou Jurchens to move to Hetuala, a year before the establishment of the Jin Kingdom, he built this Pujue Temple with Guan Yu the Great as the main god. In order to distinguish it from the many Guandi temples in the Ming Dynasty in the Central Plains, Nurhachi ordered that the Pujue Temple must be presided over by a high-ranking monk of Jurchen blood.

Master Chengguang is the Jurchen, the common name is Luoer, since he was a child, his family was poor, and he went to the customs with his parents to ask for a living, when he was seven or eight years old, his parents passed away one after another, and he was taken in by Liaoyang Mida Temple, and became a monk. Chengguang was hard-working, intelligent and studious, and at the age of nearly 50, with his profound attainments in Buddhism, he became the elder of the Mida Zen Temple to manage the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Soon after, after the construction of the Pujue Temple, at the invitation of the Great Khan of the Jin State Nurhachi, Chengguang became the first host of the Pujue Temple.

Today, the temple in the novice to pass the letter, heard that the Liaoyang Mituo Temple presided over the monk Chengzhao led the monks to Hetuala, rushed to the Pujue Temple to watch the ceremony, Chengguang Master immediately took the temple monks out of the mountain gate to greet.

Master Chengzhao is the same age as Chengguang, the two were brothers, and they grew up together in the Mida Zen Temple, and they had a deep relationship. Since Master Chengguang came to Pujue Temple, they have not seen each other for many years because of the unfriendly relationship between the two countries. Now, Liaoyang has become a dependent territory, and they are finally going to meet again in Hetuala because of the opportunity of the Pujue Temple New Year's Festival.

It's just that Master Chengguang's heart is quite uneasy at this moment, because he clearly knows that this annual sacrifice of Pujue Temple is not ordinary, and it is likely to be accompanied by sword light and blood rain, and this Buddhist holy land that has been pure and peaceful for nearly ten years has inevitably finally been involved in the secular sword conquest.

He looked at the end of the avenue paved with blue bricks, and had mixed feelings, and the Buddha's heart, which had been quiet all year round, could not calm down.

And Master Chengzhao and his party have already entered the city at this moment, and are passing through the streets and heading towards the inner city. Master Chengzhao and his entourage of about seven or eight monks, all Han Chinese, concentrated on worshipping the Buddha, and after Liaoyang was captured by the Jurchens, they still participated in the Buddhist recitation as usual, unwilling to participate in the secular affairs of the dispute between the two countries. This time was invited to Hetu Ala Pujue Monastery to watch the ceremony, Master Chengzhao did not resist, although Kangyur is the Bible of Tibetan Buddhism, but ten thousand Buddhas have the same origin, Pujue Temple in the annual sacrifice ceremony to display the ancient scriptures, is also a major event of Buddhism, so he also attaches great importance to it, with several monks in the temple, trekking to come.

About to enter the inner city, Master Chengzhao looked back by chance, and suddenly found that there were several strange monks in the team, although he was a little puzzled, but he didn't mind, because he knew in advance that in addition to Liaoyang Mida Temple, there were also monks from temples such as Shenyang Chang'an Temple.

Among Master Chengzhao's party, the extra monks were the Mongols led by the Great Lama Shahr.

The Great Lama of Sha'er is a monk, and he doesn't need to dress up and look like a treasure, and he blends seamlessly with the monks of Mida Zen Temple. Six or seven Mongols, who followed him, including Gui Yingcha, Gunchuk, and Zhuolu, wore monk's hats on their heads, wrapped their hair tightly, and wore monk's robes that they had obtained from nowhere.

A lot of the team of Mida Zen Temple just entered the south gate of the inner city, the Great Lama of Sha'er suddenly found that there was an old monk joined them, looked at it, quite familiar, and after a period of careful thought, only to remember that this person seemed to be from the Ming Luo Sigong and his party, and he had been doing the old man of the business house before, low-key and dull, never said much, and did not attract attention. Looking at the old nine-point crest (that is, the ring scar) on this old monk's head, Grand Lama Sha'er was shocked in his heart, could it be that this person was originally a high-ranking monk who had attained the Tao? Luo Sigong knew that the Pujue Temple was the most dangerous place, but he still dared to let him enter the temple together, which could only show that this old monk was definitely not a very human being! However, who could he be?

Naturally, this old monk was none other than Venerable Zongqing.

After Zhuolu left, Luo Sigong decided to stay and take risks with the Mongols after careful consideration. After discussion among the people, at the insistence of Master Zongqing, Luo Sigong had no choice but to agree that he and the Grand Lama of Sha'er would follow the monks from other places who had come to observe the ceremony to blend into the Pujue Temple as an internal response; Luo Sigong led Luo Yangxing, the Wang brothers, Xiong Zhaoqi and Ji Longfeng to meet them outside the temple; Sun Qianguang's arm injury had not healed, so he drove out of the city with a carriage full of Liao ginseng and waited on the official road several miles away from the city.

Gao Jie, on the other hand, was assigned another task to go to the Xianyou Palace with Wukong to investigate. Because, Luo Sigong and Gao Jie both have an indescribable intuition, and the Xianyou Palace that Hua Nuer went to is unusual and must not be ignored.

So, Gao Jie took Wukong and came to the vicinity of Xianyou Palace again.

At this moment, the gate of Xianyou Palace is still closed, and there is no movement. But somehow, within a one-mile radius of this Taoist temple, there are almost no passers-by, which seems quite abnormal.

Gao Jie pulled Wukong and circled around Xianyou Palace from a distance, surveying the terrain around it. Although the Xianyou Palace is located on the hill, but the front of the Taoist temple is open and flat, with an unobstructed view, once it is close, it will definitely expose the hidden treasure, and the only thing that can approach the Taoist temple is the cypress forest behind it.

But Gao Jie had already noticed at the edge of the woods that there were at least a dozen people lurking in this small forest. Needless to say, these people will never be ordinary people, good men and women. If you want to touch the view, the first thing to solve is these people!

However, Gao Jie was not in a hurry, he pulled Wukong to hide under a slope half a mile away from the woods, closed his eyes and stared, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

Wukong crouched beside him, blinking his eyes, staring at Gao Jie curiously, although he didn't know what to do here, but from Gao Jie's solemn expression and cautious behavior, he knew that this trip was not easy. However, Wukong is not nervous, he is simple-minded, and only believes in one truth, that is, follow Brother Gao Jie, protect his safety, do whatever he shouts, and obey the command in all actions.

Bored, Wukong took out the little black tiger from his arms and fed it while teasing it. Along the way, in addition to eating normally, the little black tiger also continued to take the elixir configured by Gao Jie with reference to the elixir of Xuan Chengzi of the Pure Yang Shanggong every day, and the size of the black dog grew rapidly, and now it is about the size of a black dog about one year old. Moreover, its dark coat is shiny, the muscles on its body are clear, its movements are extremely fast, its eyes are bright, and its small body has a faint awe-inspiring momentum.

Gao Jie opened his eyes slightly, watching Wukong heartlessly playing with the little black tiger, and couldn't help but show a wry smile. Seeing that the war is imminent, life and death are at stake, even Gao Jie, a person who has cultivated the White Lotus Nine Lives Divine Skill with excellent calming and condensing effect, is difficult to completely calm down at this moment, only Wukong, this guy, is ignorant and fearless, but the most calm and calm. Thinking of the traps laid by the Jurchens, there are two national teachers in charge, and I don't know how many hidden masters there are in the dark, and the big battle for a while is only afraid that it will be a blessing and a curse, and nine deaths, Gao Jie can't help but be a little confused, and even regret it: Bringing Wukong out of the mountains, I wanted to give him a peaceful and normal life, but now he has to go through bloody storms, life and death tests, I don't know if it's right or wrong to do this?

Luo Sigong sat in a tavern not far from Pujue Temple, and Wang Rui and Ji Longfeng had a few snacks and tasted Liaodong's soju.

Through the window of the tavern, he clearly saw that Venerable Zongqing, Grand Lama Sha'er and others had unexpectedly entered the Pujue Temple, and he also saw Luo Yangxing, Wang Xi, and Xiong Zhaoqi, who were dressed as hawkers and named Huazi. In addition, there are more than a dozen men dressed as ordinary people, buying or selling, sitting or standing on the street in front of the temple, these people are the elite of the brocade clothes and guards who came with them on this trip, and it is also Luo Sigong's secret trick to dare to accompany the Mongolians.

Of course, Luo Sigong paid attention not only to these own people, but also to many ordinary people in disguise and martial arts. From their tense bodies and flashing eyes, Luo Sigong clearly knew that these people were either Mongol backers or Jurchen spies.

Luo Sigong believes that the generation of the Great Lama of Sha'er is by no means a reckless generation, knowing that the Jurchens have already laid out and the Pujue Temple is full of murderous opportunities, he still led the Mongolian masters to plunge into the urn and risk his life, in addition to knowing that there is Luo Sigong and his entourage, there must be another help.

According to normal estimates, even if the Jurchens have two national teachers in charge, and they have laid a trap in the Pujue Temple in advance, once they join forces with the warriors of the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia, the outcome is really uncertain! Hetuara is located in the hinterland of the Jin Kingdom, there are not many garrisons, and this is not a wild plain, after all, it is a town, which is not conducive to the soldiers fighting in formation, but it is a good place for martial arts people to show their strength.

"It's just, is there anything I haven't calculated?" Luo Sigong still felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, he took a sip of the liquor in the glass, and did not taste half of the sweetness at all, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes when he looked at Pujue Temple.