More than ten warships sailed through the wind and waves and headed towards the Benzhou Island.

The sun was shining brightly and scattered on the old monk in front of him, making the old monk feel like golden light.

A soldier in the army knelt on the ground, facing the old monk, muttering something.

This is the power of faith.

When Zhao Dongting saw that someone in his personal guards had kneeled down, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

A soldier is a soldier.

The common people Zhao Dongting did not want to imprison their beliefs, but the soldiers in the army believed in Buddhism, which was not a good thing for him.

If all the soldiers go to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name, who will fight?

Zhao Dongting really felt a little threat because, he suddenly realized that he did not have many ways to unite people's hearts.

Now the people of Leizhou are grateful to him for giving them a stable life. What about the future?

When a stable life has become the norm?

All gratitude often slowly returns to peace as time goes by.

But what can I do?

Zhao Dongting stood on the deck, staring at Wude's golden back, stunned.

The fleet arrived at Benzhou Island soon.

Hundreds of disabled old soldiers no longer greeted the ferry, but were waiting for the battle on Dingjun Mountain.

This time, they attended as separate square formations for offering sacrifices to heaven and praying for blessings.

Zhao Dongting led his ministers and soldiers to walk up the mountain.

The island of Benzhou, which originally buried countless bones, had no longer had any bloody smell floating.

The weeds cover the traces of the fight.

But when Zhao Dongting walked through the mountain road, all the things that happened at that time still emerged in his mind.

Force Concubine Yang Shu to give Quan and promote Yue Peng, and the assassination of the Le Chan sisters, Xiao Jin's spirituality is vivid in my mind.

This is the revival of the Song Dynasty, and it is also the place where he was born. It is also the place where he was reborn.

Regarding Benzhou Island, Zhao Dongting always maintained a different feeling in his heart. For him, this is his hometown.

Here, there is always a feeling of being close.

When he arrived at the martyrs' monument, Zhao Dongting ascended the Temple of Heaven step by step. Taoist priests and monks in Leizhou were still there, and Wude followed closely.

The old turtle was really amazing. When he climbed the stairs, he was like walking on flat ground.

Among the Taoist priests, all five real people from Wuliangguan were there, with their fairy spirits, but they could not cover the spirituality of the Bai Yutang.

This little Taoist priest is always so eye-catching in the crowd, as if he has a halo.

Tao, Buddha sits cross-legged on the left and right.

Wude sat in the corner of the monks sitting cross-legged, but he was still like the center.

All the monks repeatedly cast pious eyes on him.

Those who can become living Buddhas have the qualifications to create golden Buddha statues in a temple. In the hearts of Buddhist disciples, that is the Buddha.

The sound of a salute.

A Taoist priest sent a long prayer, and Zhao Dongting read the script according to his book.

The sound of the tripod.

The bell rings.

The scene suddenly became quite vast.

These sounds are like the sound of heaven in the dark.

Taoist priests and monks have all entered into meditation and are muttering words in their mouths. These sounds seem to be magical and constantly circling in people's ears.

Zhao Dongting, who was reciting the prayer, suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he was enlightened.

He suddenly thought of how to gather the centripetal force among the people and the army.

National flag, national anthem!

The Song Dynasty military flag was complex, but there was no formal national flag.

Not to mention the national anthem.

The earliest national flag of China appeared in the Ming Dynasty.

While reciting the scriptures, Zhao Dongting finished reciting the prayer, and knelt down at the martyr's monument and the righteous temple.

He was already wondering what to design the national flag.

Under the Temple of Heaven, all the soldiers and ministers of the Song Dynasty knelt on the ground, and even Yang Shufei, Ying'er, and Zhao Bing knelt down.

They have special piety to the sky.

The sound of the Taoist priests and monks reciting scriptures suddenly stopped. All the things were moved.

Although he was still sitting cross-legged on the old turtle's back, his soul seemed to have floated into the air, and his whole body was like a rock without any trembling.

The lowly scriptures were chanted from his mouth, and they had the power to moisten the hearts.

This is a manifestation of the profound internal strength. Although it is chanting scriptures, it can be regarded as a kind of sound technique.

Nine kowtows.

When Zhao Dongting stood up, the sacrifice to heaven and praying for blessings was considered to be completed.

He did not say any more exciting words, walked straight down the Temple of Heaven, and then led his ministers to the bottom of the mountain.

Dingjun Mountain quickly became empty, only for hundreds of disabled old soldiers and no one was born.

Wude never opened his eyes, as if he was going to save all the dead souls stranded here.

But who can tell whether there are dead souls clearly?

Zhao Dongting did not bother him, and wanted him to visit the palace.

He didn't understand those unfathomable things. He just thought about them, but he didn't think that there would be any common topics with Wude.

He saved his soul, he became his emperor, and did not interfere with each other, so that would be great.

It was already noon when I returned to Hikvision.

The ministers dispersed, and Zhao Dongting brought Yang Shufei, Ying'er, Zhang Ru and Zhao Bing back to the bedroom.

A palace maid brought food to the bedroom.

Zhao Dongting hurriedly took the meal and was about to go back to the room to draw his national flag. But at this time, Zhao Bing suddenly called him, "Brother of the Emperor."

He is only two years younger than Zhao Dongting. Although he still looks young now, he can barely be considered an adult.

All the royal children are precocious, and Zhao Bing is the same. His expression is serious, and it seems that way.

When Zhao Dongting saw his serious appearance, he was slightly stunned, "Is there anything wrong?"

Zhao Bing bowed and said, "Zhao Bing asks the emperor to grant him a fief."

"Um?"

Zhao Dongting was shocked and frowned and said, "How come you have such an idea?"

He looked at Concubine Yang and was surprised to find Concubine Yang. Obviously, Zhao Bing had never mentioned this matter to Concubine Yang.

Perhaps this is because Concubine Yang Shu was not Zhao Bing's biological mother, Zhao Dongting sighed slightly in his heart.

How could he not have any understanding of his younger brother?

Zhao Bing doesn't talk much, he acts very concisely and is very serious, but his mind is much deeper than his peers.

Zhao Dongting couldn't help but think, what was Zhao Bing's sudden desire for fiefdom?

Leaving the palace, the big cage? Or leaving your own wings?

His eyes fell on Zhao Bing again.

Zhao Bing said: "Zhao Bing is not young, and he realizes it's time to go out and experience it."

Experience?

Zhao Dongting was slightly silent.

In fact, even if Zhao Bing didn't mention it, he did not intend to let his younger brother be the Prince of Anle in the palace. He was born in the royal family, and it was only a matter of time before the Song Dynasty could do his best. However, Zhao Dongting saw that he was young and had no intention of letting him go out for training. Now, Zhao Bing himself raised it, and Zhao Dongting couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Chapter completed!