Song Chan looked at Samantabhadra disdainfully, walked to the reviewing stand, the first row of soldiers closest to him was at his feet, and could even reach out to touch his shoes. Song Chan cleared his throat and said loudly: "The Buddha was originally a noble prince, but he felt sorry for the suffering of the world, so he put on the clothes of the poor and went to practice. He wanted to find a way to get rid of troubles and troubles, so he founded Buddhism. In today's Myanmar, the person who had shed the last drop of sweat in the ground could not even hold the land under his feet.

Yes, they cannot eat the white rice they grow; those who do nothing have many lands, and even they cannot count them themselves, and the dogs and horses they raise are the best food; is this what the Buddha likes? Which scripture is it? Which holy word does this contain such words? Isn’t it more in line with the Buddha’s original intention to bring the excess food and land back from these people and give them the hardworking and hungry people, so that they can no longer be hungry and let them live happily?”

As soon as Song Chan finished speaking, the entire square was overwhelmed by deafening cheers. Thousands of arms were waving, like a forest. The soldiers blushed and shouted slogans that they didn't know what they meant! The soldiers closest to the reviewing stand rushed up, scrambling to kneel at Song Chan's feet, kissing the soles of his shoes and the corners of his clothes, as if standing in front of them was no longer a person, but a projection of a Buddha, a half-god and half-human existence.

Samantabhadra was squeezed aside by the soldiers who rushed up. At this time, he was in a daze. Song Gan's eloquence seemed to smash him to pieces. In his past, believers had also worshiped him crazily, but ecstasy erupted from his heart like this, but it was something that had never happened before. He seemed to be a blind man, but suddenly became clear again. He saw the sun for the first time. This scene of displaced light and land not only did not make him happy, but instead made him feel panic and desperate. For the first time, he felt like the whole world had collapsed.

"Respect your teacher, respect your teacher! Are you okay?" Several monks who came with Samantabhadra hurriedly rushed over and protected him in the middle to prevent him from being squeezed by the soldiers surrounding him. Samantabhadra was shouted a few more times, pressing his eyes with his hands, and then opened his eyes for a moment, looking like he woke up from a dream. The most burly monk looked at Songguan in the crowd and whispered: "Respect your teacher, what should I do now? Do you want it-" When he said this, his eyes turned to Songguan, and his right palm made a downward gesture.

Samantabhadra thought for a moment and replied in a low voice: "Forget it, it's too late! Doing this now will only bring disaster to the temples in the city!" He looked around and found that no one paid attention to them. He whispered: "Let's go back to the temple and tell the elders about the situation here, so that they can be prepared. Also, I heard that the Regent left the city to the Shun Army in the morning, and we also sent someone there to tell them that as long as they are willing to help us fight against these thieves, we are willing to worship Dashun as the superior country and recognize the newly established His Majesty!"

"This? Respecting your teacher, it will be difficult to ask the Shun Army to go out after entering the city. It is easy to invite the gods to send the gods to the gods!"

"Don't be fooled!" Samantabhad shouted softly, looking at the disciples' puzzled eyes, and sighed and explained: "No matter how powerful Shunjun is, they are also outsiders. They will leave sooner or later in Myanmar. As long as we do not violate their taboos, they will not violate the temple; but look at these madmen from here, if they have the power, I am afraid that even the Mohe Bodhi Temple will be flattened for them!"

After thinking about it carefully, all the disciples couldn't help but sweat from their foreheads, and they said in unison, "Yes, respecting the teacher foresight is not something we can do!"

Outside the city of Bagan, next to the dock. After these days of rectification, the Shun Army has made its semi-fortress with the dock as the core. The Shun Army, which seized a large amount of material stored in the dock area, has enough ability to hire hungry people near Bagan to build fortifications. The core of the fortress is the fortress that was built by the British army before that penetrated the river. After re-expanding the ammunition depot, artillery positions, guard walls, and traffic trenches, the four gates on this fortress seized from the British army.

The cannons could strafuse half of the river to cover the three flat-bottomed gunboats for attack. In order to ensure that the British army could not follow the Shun army's last wisdom, they launched an attack in the darkness, the Shun army built a lighthouse at the entrance of the dock for lighting, and built a two-story fortress at the end of the trestress, deployed thirty soldiers, a Green cannon and a six-pound mountain cannon to prevent the enemy from trestress from trestress into the dock area.

On the side of the dock area facing the land, the Shun Army established a defense system with four multi-faceted forts as the backbone. The multi-faceted forts were connected by chest walls, and there was a channel for infantry to counterattack with columns. Any attempt to attack the dock area would be side-fired by multi-faceted fort artillery fire. Simply put, if the enemy did not have the support of large-caliber heavy artillery, even if there were three to four times the force, it would be extremely difficult to capture this fortress.

Due to the protection of the core fortress, one side near the river bank is relatively safer than the other side. In addition, it is easy to obtain domestic water, Shunjun's camp and warehouse are located at the edge of the river berth where the pier is located, in a half-moon shape. Chen Zaixing's apartment is in a temporary wooden house less than 300 meters away from the pier. It is very convenient to go to the pier here, and it is separated by a mud wall, which is both quiet and safe.

Ba Du knocked on the door twice outside the door and whispered: "Fusheng!" Chen Zaixing's voice came from inside the door: "Is it Brother Zhenwu? If you have anything to do, come in and talk about it!"

Badu pushed the door and saw Chen Zaixing sitting in front of the desk, standing up, a thick stack of documents was placed on the table, and a letter was spread out under the light. It was obvious that the other party was reviewing it when he came, and he thought to himself that he must have buried a stake in Mandalay, otherwise the military affairs in this military camp were in his hands, so how could he have so many documents to deal with?

"Resurrection, another messenger came from Bagan City. Please lead us into the city." Badu took out a document from his arms and handed it over. Chen Zaixing opened it and couldn't help but praise: "There are not many beautiful thin gold small calligraphy in Hongwenguan." He was the second place ordered by the late emperor at that time, and Hongwenguan was also known as the Grand Priest of the Great Shun. There are quite a few famous calligraphers in it. The ones that can catch his eye are naturally the best among them.

Ba Du was stunned and said, "I heard from the sender that this letter was written by Master Samantabhadra of Mohe Bodhi Temple. I thought it was used in Burmese, so I used it for Resurrection to show you, but I didn't expect it to be used in Chinese!"

"Not only do you use Chinese, but your writing is also very elegant!" Chen Zaixing had already read the letter at this time, and he smiled while handing it to Ba Du: "Zhenwu, look, this Master Samantabhadra is rare!"

Badu took the letter and saw several small gold calligraphy coming into his eyes. He saw the strokes like daggers, the strokes like cutters, the vertical hooks were thin and long, and the words were like silk threads, and they had already gained the charm of thin gold. Although he was far less knowledgeable than Chen Zaixing, he had studied in a private school in his childhood and studied in the martial arts lecture hall for four years, so how could he not see the wonderfulness of it? He couldn't help but praise: "What a Burmese monk, I didn't expect it to be right.

My Chinese culture is also so deeply immersed in it. If you have the chance, you have to make friends with me!" After appreciating the calligraphy for a while, Badu began to look at the content carefully. After reading two lines, he couldn't help but praise: "Resurrection, if this monk is in my Dashun, I'm afraid he is also a person who sang a name outside the Donghua Gate!" After that, without waiting for Chen Zaixing to answer, he read loudly: "Now, there are madmen in the country, and the evil sayings of the heretics have bewitched people's hearts. Fool men and women all have food.

If those people succeed, they are afraid that the bamboo forest temple where the monks preached the Dharma in the past will be transformed into a place where foxes and wolves live; the egret jade pond is only covered with wild grass; the Jieshi that retreats to the mortals will be decayed and covered with moss; the famous temples and temples in Myanmar will be abandoned and no monks live; the Mahayana and Hinayana scriptures will also rot into ashes in the box; how can anyone with a heartfelt heart not lament for this end of the world? I heard that the country said: "There is a death."

If a country has a country that destroys the world, how can it be argued about the destruction of the country or the destruction of the world? It is said: Change the surname and change the name, which means the destruction of the country. Benevolence and righteousness are abundant, and then lead the beasts to eat people, and people are eating each other, which is called the destruction of the world. Those who protect the country, the ruler and the ministers, and those who eat meat, will plan to protect the world, and those who protect the world will be responsible for the degradation of the man. Today's Myanmar is the time for the destruction of the world. Although I am a person outside the world, I should not interfere in secular affairs anymore; but what I have to wear and food comes from the charity of believers, how can I stay out of the matter?"

After reading this, Ba Du smiled and said, "This monk's article is really well written. Our family is eager to try it out. Resurrection, do we want to be his thugs into the city?"

"No!" Chen Zaixing answered firmly without raising his head.

"Why?" Ba asked in confusion: "Now Dioc is already in our hands, and this Samantabhadra should be the first-class monk in the city. With their support, we don't have to be afraid of the British. We can firmly control the entire China-Myanmar!"

"Brother Zhenwu!" Chen Zaixing hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to reveal a part of the grand plan in his heart. After all, this person occupies a very important position in his future plans.

Chen Zaixing walked to the door. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping outside, he carefully closed the door, returned to the table and signaled Ba Du to sit down, whispered: "Brother Zhenwu, in my future plan, there is no place for Dioke and this monk Samantabhadra!"

"What?" Ba almost thought he had heard it wrong: "No position? What does it mean? Do you want to put them-"

"Not bad!" Chen Zaixing nodded and then explained: "Of course we can't do it, at least most of it is not us!"

"What do you mean?" Ba Du became more and more afraid of the more he heard it. He had also read history books. Naturally, he knew that since ancient times, China had the ability to deal with vassals with civil and military skills, and used both soft and hard. He always used the upper class of vassals with one hand and the other. As Chen Zaixing said just now, he did not give a way out and eliminated them all, which would force them to form a group and form a strong synergy, which would be counterproductive.

"Borrow the power of the mobs in the city to eliminate all these monks and high-level nobles, at least to make them no longer have the power to form a group in Myanmar, and prepare for our next plan!" Chen Zaixing whispered. He picked up the letter written by Samantabhadra on the desk and put it aside, took another blank letter paper in front of him, and began to write quickly.

"What are you doing?"

"Write a reply to the monk Samantabhadra!" Chen Zaixing replied without raising his head: "I want him and the host of the important temples in the city to give me a letter of oath. All Chinese and Burmese must be written on the letter of oath and stamped!"
Chapter completed!