"It was so chaotic at that time, we were just escaping for life, and we couldn't even care about our master's body!" A monk with a bitter face replied: "As for Senior Brother A Song, he stood in front and scolded the dog official at that time, I'm afraid he had achieved Bodhi forever!"

Naiwen was furious when he heard this. He stood up suddenly, pulled the cassock open and tied it tightly, and shouted: "Drop the remains of Master and Senior Brother A Song in the square, just to escape by yourself. Are you still the monks of Mohe Bodhi Temple?" As he said that, he turned around and ran towards the square. A round-faced monk next to him was very fast, and he pulled Naiwen's sleeve and said anxiously: "The dog officer's soldiers have foreign guns in their hands, and we don't even have a wooden stick in our hands. Wouldn't you die if you go like this?"

"If you die, die. I would rather die with them than escape alone!" Naiwen said, and then he threw away his sleeves and was about to leave. The round-faced monk jumped up and pulled Naiwen's arm, and said in a hurry: "You are impatient, but I don't say you can't go. I just feel that it's useless to act recklessly. It's just that I'm not worth it. It's better to wait for a long time and wait until it's dark before we clean up the body. Isn't that better!"

Nawen is not a fool. He was indignant for what he had just done, and he was just angry. He snorted coldly and sat back on the ground. The round-faced monk comforted: "Newen, don't be too angry. The tyrant and the dog official acted against each other and would definitely fall into the Avici Hell after death and never turn over!"

Nainwen was so angry that she trembled all over and said with hatred: "I can't wait. If such a villain gets retribution after death, I don't know how many good things will be killed when he lives in the world!"

"Oh, what's the solution! They have soldiers and foreign guns, and we don't even have swords and guns in our hands. These are all karmic debts accumulated in our previous life. We only end up here in this life to pay off the debt!"

When Naven heard this, he had an idea and jumped up from the ground and said, "By the way, we don't have guns, but someone has guns! This tyrant dared to be domineering only after receiving the support of the British, but he was driven out of Mandalay by the princess and princesses of the former king. Then I will go to Mandalay, tell him one by one, and ask the prince and his princess to send troops to attack him with foreign guns to avenge his senior brother and master!"

After Naiwen said this, the other monks couldn't help but look at each other. The round-faced monk patrolled for a while and smiled bitterly: "Newen, you are easy to say, but here is hundreds of miles away from Mandalay, and now there are chaos and bandits everywhere on the road. How can you get there?"

"This is not possible, that is not possible! How can you avenge your master and your senior brother in such fear of difficulties?" Naiwen raised his eyebrows, and his young face showed a little more heroic spirit: "Besides, even if you encounter bandits, so what if we encounter bandits, we are all people who convert to the Three Treasures and have no spare wealth. Will bandits hurt us poor monks?"

"Yes! Senior Brother Naiwen is right. I am willing to follow Senior Brother Naiwen to Mandalay!"

"Yes! I'm going too!"

Hearing Naiwen's words, several monks who had just remained silent and jumped up. It turned out that the whole country in Myanmar believed in Buddhism. Most boys from home must enter the temple to be monks until they were fourteen or five years old. The length of time is not limited. Therefore, the whole country respects monks very much. Even if they are bandits, they will respectfully let go when they meet monks and will not harm them. Not to mention that these people have no money, so naturally they don't have to worry about encountering bandits on the way.

"Since that's the case, then Junior Brother Naiwen, you should go to Mandalay, but you must be careful and safe on the road. As for me, I stayed in Bagan, and the descendants of Senior Brother A Song and the respected teacher will be wrapped around me." The monk said this, reached out and strode into his arms for a while, took out a small cloth bag, opened it and saw that there were two silver coins inside, stuffed them into Neiwen's hand and smiled: "Junior Brother Naiwen, this little money has been saved over the years, and you can take it with you. If there is a chance on the road, it will be a big deal."

"Senior Brother!" Naiwen felt the residual body temperature on the two silver coins in his hand, and his heart couldn't help but feel warm. He sucked and spitted for a while, but couldn't speak. The round-faced monk laughed and patted Naiwen on the shoulder, saying, "It's no time to go, junior brother, you should go quickly. I think the situation in Bagan is not good now, and maybe something big is going to happen. If the dog official closes the city gate, you can't go out!"

Hearing the round-faced monk's words, Naiwen nodded deeply, put the silver coin in his arms, saluted the round-faced monk Heshi, and said, "Senior Brother, I will definitely lead the army from Mandalay to avenge my senior brother and respected teacher. Please wait for my news!"

"Okay, okay! Senior brother, I'll stay here to wait for your good news!" The round-faced monk gave a salute and patted Naiwen's shoulder, his eyes full of warmth. Naiwen didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the city gate, and the two young monks hurriedly followed.

Naiwen and his party arrived at the city gate. Fortunately, the soldiers guarding the gate had not received the order to close the city gate. Seeing the robes on Naiwen and others, they knew that they were monks from Mohe Bodhi Temple, so they hurriedly bowed to him and made a clear way. Naiwen and his two came out of the city, argued the direction, and headed all the way to the north.

Naiwen and his group walked seven or eight miles. Seeing the sun gradually set and the sky gradually became late, the three of them were hungry at this time. Seeing a village on the roadside not far away, Naiwen said to go there to ask for a dinner, find another place to rest for one night, so that they could continue their journey tomorrow. Just then, seven or eight people suddenly rushed out of the grass on the side of the road, holding rifles, wearing collarless long-sleeved short shirts, green cloth covers, and underneath, wearing barefoot skirts, wearing barefoots, dressed in local Burmese people, surrounding Naiwen and the other two. Naiwen saw the dark rifles in their hands, remembering the sound of gunfire in the square in front of the palace gate not long ago, and couldn't help but feel weak, and shouted in his mouth: "Who are you? We are all monks from Mohe Bodhi Temple, and we went out of the city to do rituals!"

"So it's the respected teacher of Mohe Bodhi Temple!" The man in the leader hurriedly saluted to Nawen and the other three, turned around and shouted to his subordinates behind him: "Don't put down the gun, don't offend the respected teachers!" Seeing that the subordinates hung their rifles on their shoulders and saluted to Nawen and the other three, the man turned around and smiled: "We are all farming men who have never seen the world. I hope the respected teachers will forgive the place they offended just now!"

Seeing that these people were very polite, Naiwen felt a little relieved and said politely: "We have not been in the temple for a long time and have a shallow knowledge. We cannot respect our teachers!"

"The ones around the Buddha are covered with sandalwood!" The man smiled and said, "The name of Mohe Bodhi Temple is something that we who farm in the distant village can hear and there are still many things!"

While speaking, Naiwen had carefully observed this group of strange people. If we describe the behavior, these people were obviously ordinary farmers nearby, but the guns in their hands not only looked very good, but also had the same specifications. Although Naiwen did not know this, this was even worse than the regular army in Burma in the past, let alone ordinary bandits. At this time, two more people walked out of the grass. Naiwen's eyes swept over and couldn't help but stutter. Although one of them was wearing a collarless long-sleeved short shirt, a tumbled skirt, and a blue cloth toe, he wore a pair of rare leather boots on his feet. This was indeed extremely rare in the rainy Myanmar. Among the people Naiwen had seen, the only people who were wearing such leather shoes were those British officials who trained for the king.

"Mr. Master, we have no malicious intention to stop you. We just want to find out the situation in Bagan City. As long as you answer truthfully, let you go immediately!" The man in the lead asked with a smile. Naiwen noticed that the two last people were looking at him and three of them were whispering to the person wearing leather shoes, which should be translating their conversation. Naiwen had been studying Chinese for a few years in the temple, and could barely hear some points. Thinking of some rumors on the market a few days ago, he couldn't help but move, and then he stepped forward two steps and shouted loudly to the man wearing leather shoes in Chinese: "You are from Shunguo! Are you here to attack Meng Ji?"

The field suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Naiwen with a surprised look. The man in leather shoes was the first to recover from calmness. He smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I am Zhang Qi, the third whistle under the command of the Dashun Hu Burma Captain. This time, I am the one who led the troops to attack the fake king Meng! How did you see this great monk?"

Naiwen was a little confused by Zhang Qi's long list of official names, but he still barely understood what the other party meant. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the leather shoes on Zhang Qi's feet: "No Burmese would wear it like you. I have only seen foreigners wear it like this!"

"So that's it!" Zhang Qi looked at the leather boots on his feet and smiled bitterly. He took off his leather shoes and threw them aside. He stretched out his feet and stepped a few times in the mud, making it covered with mud. He asked with a smile: "What's going on now?"

"That's better, but you're too big and you're walking differently!" Newen said with a slash.

"Then there is no way!" Zhang Qi smiled, his face suddenly became serious, and a whistle came out of the grass, and a dozen Shunjuns dressed like him jumped out of the grass: "Since you know my identity, I won't go around the circle. I came this time to attack the puppet king's army to investigate the military situation. You should explain the situation in the city one by one!" It turned out that after Badu captured the dock, he asked Zhang Qi and four or five experienced officers to lead a small team of the newly trained Myanmar New Army to explore the situation in Bagan and prepare for the next move. Zhang Qi was under his command of the Song Gan group. After they were captured, they were immediately incorporated into the new army and had not trained for a few days. Because they were all from nearby Bagan and were familiar with the local situation, they were brought together and sent to Zhang Qi as spies.

Naiwen looked at the people opposite him, frowned, and asked, "You are all from Shunguo. What does it have to do with the princes and princesses in Mandalay? Why are you here?"

"What princes and princesses? Prince Luo Qin has been enthroned by my Emperor Dashun not long ago and ascended the throne in Mandalay. Now it is His Majesty the King and His Majesty the Lord Princess. Be careful when speaking!" Zhang Qi replied impatiently: "As for us, we are escorting the two Majesties back to Mandalay and attacking the fake king. Last night, the army had occupied the dock on the Irrawaddy River. We are the outposts of the army!"

"That's great!" When he heard that the soldiers in front of him were the prince and princess who were preparing to go to Mandalay to seek a meeting, Naiwen couldn't help but cheer. He didn't have to travel hard all the way to avenge his master and his senior brother. This was really good news.

"Sir, the situation in the city is very bad now. Not long ago, the monks and citizens of Bagan City petitioned the king for the British officer hiring the king to kill the monk. The Indian troops hired by the king shot and suppressed them, killing many people! I escaped from the city and wanted to go to Mandalay to ask the two high men to send troops to attack the tyrant!"
Chapter completed!