Xuan Qi's trip was not to participate in the war with Tianzhu, but to come for the Black Mandala that he had tracked down. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although Xuan Qi knew that this black mandala was related to the Celestial Divine Cult, he only learned from the mouths of the Northwest rebel prisoners that the leader and saint of the Celestial Divine Cult were all divine dragons, and they often suddenly appeared when the other party wanted to see you. Moreover, for this black mandala, the Heavenly Sect basically didn't know, and they hadn't even heard of it.

In this way, the greatest possibility is that only the leader and saint of the Celestial God Cult know and hold the secret of the Black Mandala. Since it was impossible to trace the whereabouts of the sect leader and the holy woman of the Heavenly Divine Sect, Xuan Qi thought about finding the source of the black mandala, hoping to find some clues. On the other hand, Xuan Qi has not been able to find the murderer who assassinated his father Li Sheng for many years, but Xuan Qi firmly believes that these murderers must be related to the leader of the Heavenly God Cult or the holy woman.

Xuan Qi immediately rushed to Wanrong, and Qian Chaoxian had already imprisoned several of the high-ranking Tianzhu generals in the captives, waiting for Xuan Qi's interrogation at any time. Although Xuan Qi felt a little struggling with Tianzhu's hard Chinese, he could barely understand it. It turned out that most of the black mandala was grown in the northern part of Tianzhu, and only a few Brahmanical high priests who mastered the method of refining the black mandala toxin, and the three priests lived in Kanpur, Delhi and Ludhiana.

After being asked, Xuan Qi went alone and headed west. Along the way, in addition to the ubiquitous Tianzhu soldiers, the people of the Central and Southern countries are basically in dire straits. Whenever the Tianzhu army conquered a place, they forced the local people to abandon their original beliefs and believe in Brahmanism instead.

And faith is often the spiritual pillar of a country and a nation, and it is not something that can be abandoned so easily. Countless skirmishes continued to occur, and the Tianzhu army had to respond with the most brutal massacres. Xuan Qi didn't know how many local people had clashes with the Tianzhu soldiers along the way, but he couldn't reach out to care about the lives of these people. Because of the costume of the Xuanqi Han people, as long as the Tianzhu soldiers saw it, they would stop Xuanqi and ask carefully, after all, the two countries are now at war.

During this period, Xuan Qi was already impatient with the inquiries of the Tianzhu soldiers, and he didn't know how many Tianzhu soldiers he had killed on the spot. Unless he met the Tianzhu soldiers of the brigade, Xuan Qi ignored them. Fortunately, with the gradual westward movement away from the war-torn area, the Tianzhu soldiers were no longer so vigilant, because in the territory of Tianzhu, many Han merchants could still be seen.

When Xuanqi came to Kanpur on the edge of the Henghe River, he randomly pulled a Han Chinese on the street and inquired, and learned that Sanja, one of the three major priests of Brahmanism, lived in a temple in Sidpuri. After asking Ming Sanja about his appearance, Xuanqi walked into this famous Brahmanical temple.

Xuan Qi found a monk in the temple and said that he was looking for the high priest of Sanja. Although the monk didn't know Xuanqi's intentions, he still respectfully took Xuanqi outside a quiet room behind the temple. There was a teenage young monk outside the quiet room, and after hearing the intention, he just asked Xuan Qi to wait outside for a while, and then went inside to report. After a while, the young monk walked out, invited Xuanqi into the quiet room, and then closed the door and withdrew. The quiet room is a place with more than one zhang of length and width, and a small copper tripod is lit with fine sandalwood, and the fragrance is permeated. On the futon behind a square table, sat an old monk with a wrinkled face.

"Donor's surname?" asked Sanja as he asked Xuan Qi to sit down across the square table.

Xuan Qi was a little surprised that this old monk named Sangjia was so fluent in Chinese, and Xuanqi, who asked for help, hurriedly saluted respectfully and replied: "Boy Xuanqi, meet Master Sanjia!"

"Oh, Xuanqi, but Mr. Li Ning, the general of Pingnan of the Celestial Empire?"

Xuan Qi didn't expect Sanja to know about himself, so he immediately replied: "Exactly! Xuan Mou only came to see the master today as a private person!"

Sanja nodded and continued to ask, "What does Master Xuan Shi think about the confrontation between the Celestial Empire and Tianzhu in Zhenla?"

"Zhenla has not been the land of Tianzhu since ancient times, and Tianzhu invaded in vain, but in Xuan's opinion, it is your country's!"

Sanja sighed, looked at Xuan Qi, but said, "My king doesn't listen to persuasion, but the old man has nothing to do!"

"Thank you, Master, for your reasoning!"

"Master Xuan, but it's strange why the old man is so fluent in Chinese?"

"I'm about to ask for advice!"

"When he was young, he lived in the Temple of Mercy and Grace in the Celestial Empire for more than ten years. Sanja said, but asked about the purpose of Xuan Qi's trip, but Xuan Qi did not hide it, and told the black mandala one by one.

Sanja kept nodding his head, and only after Xuan Qi finished speaking did he speak: "The black mandala has always been something that I taught to use to anesthetize and save people, and it has not been passed on. But for some reason, the old man flowed out of Tianzhu and became a harmful thing. Master Xuan may wish to go to Ludhiana and meet my senior brother Sharma, and perhaps get some answers. ”

After Sanja finished speaking, he called the young monk outside the door and prepared to write and ink. After the letter was completed, Sanja handed it to Xuan Qi and said, "Lao Gao can only help here." Master Xuan Shi should remember that my senior brother has a somewhat eccentric temperament, and he has always been unkind to the people of the Celestial Empire. Master Xuan, please be careful!"

"Thank you, master!" Xuan Qi bowed deeply to Sanja before leaving.

After that, Xuanqi traveled all the way to the northwest in the scorching heat, and gradually entered the mountains on the southern slope of the Himalayas. In the middle of the mountains, the mountains are high and densely forested, and the air begins to be a little moist, and there is no longer a feeling of dryness. Moreover, in the mountains, there are many small rivers and lakes, which also allows Xuan Qi to relieve the heat of his body.

It wasn't until mid-June that Xuan Qi arrived in Ludhiana, which was only a small village. According to Sanja's instructions, Xuan Qi found the residence of the high priest of Shamal, and after some exchanges, he learned that Shamal was not in the residence, but went to the holy mountain a hundred miles north of Ludhiana to retreat.

The servant of the high priest of Shamar made it clear that Shamar would not descend until at least April or May of the next year. Moreover, the servant only knew the general direction, and did not know the specific location of Shamal's retreat. Xuanqi knew that the holy mountain was referring to the Himalayas, but the area was so wide, but he didn't know where to go to find Shamal's whereabouts.

After carefully confirming the approximate location with Shamal's servants, the helpless Xuanqi had no choice but to leave Ludhiana and head towards the Himalayas in the north.