Chapter 92: Monk Emperor’s Legacy! Buddha Asks the Holy Emperor!
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"Oh, I'm a step too late."
Wuming was dressed in a simple blue robe, with his hands behind his back, standing under the Imperial City of the Central Plains.
The city gate has nine ridges and ten dragons. The imperial city in the Central Plains is majestic and majestic.
Wuming raised his head and looked up, just in time to see the red dragon banner of the Han Dynasty at the top of the city, which was as red as fire. It was dancing wildly in the wind. The red dragon in the flag seemed to be flying into the sky.
On top of the city wall, there are many soldiers of the Han Dynasty wearing iron armor and holding spears and halberds. They can definitely be called brave soldiers, with murderous intent rising into the sky.
"Overnight, the imperial city changed hands... The Ming Dynasty has gone through hundreds of ups and downs since the founding of the country by Emperor Shenwu, and it was destroyed in just one month. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how could I have believed it?"
Monk Buxu, who was wearing a white monk's robe, had a shocked look on his face.
Although people from his lineage are outsiders who sit back and watch the ups and downs of the world, they ultimately take it as their own duty to uphold the right path.
For how many years have the Jianghu and the world been in such turmoil?
All this is because of the lord of the imperial city, the most powerful man in China.
"In seven days, the rivers and lakes can be leveled, and in one month, the country can be determined. The Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty is truly a hero that will never be seen in this world!"
Wuming tilted his head and sighed softly: "Since entering Zhongzhou, the big men have had eyes and ears everywhere. You and I have already been targeted. A fierce battle will inevitably follow. Be careful, be careful."
Fu Xu put his hands together and proclaimed the name of the Buddha loudly, saying: "Amitabha! Even if he dies, what's the point? I am just about to see what kind of person the Holy Emperor of Han is!"
While the two were talking, Wuming's expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand and pressed it. There was a sharp sound of iron boots on the ground, breaking the silent night.
A group of guards wearing flying fish brocade uniforms with embroidered spring knives hanging from their waists appeared instantly like ghosts in the dark night, surrounding the two of them in a fan shape. Wuming felt awe-struck. He was about to use his skills to retreat, but saw the Imperial City. Above his head, a raging flame ignited, and a row of archers, holding powerful crossbows, had already lined up at the top of the city without knowing it!
Just waiting for an order, thousands of arrows will be fired to kill the powerful enemy under the imperial city.
Manager Liu Sui Feng gently swayed his folding fan, floated out of the dust, walked out slowly, and said with a smile: "The myth of martial arts has returned to the world, I apologize for the delay."
Wuming's expression did not change and he said: "Does the Emperor of Han know that we are coming?"
Liu Suifeng made an invitation gesture and solemnly said: "Your Majesty knows everything and is naturally knowledgeable. The Heavenly Sword has no name, the martial arts myth, the Buddha, the Monk Emperor, and the extraordinary monk. Your Majesty has been waiting in the palace for a long time. Please come in." Gong Yisu."
"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
Wuming and Monk Buxu looked at each other, nodded, and followed Liu Suifeng straight into the Imperial City of the Central Plains.
The two of them thought that after the battle, the city would be filled with barbarians, but what they saw before them was not the case.
The soldiers of the Han Dynasty, who were in armor and armed with spears and halberds, controlled the main roads inside and outside the imperial city and patrolled the whole city. There was no chaos at all. However, under the curfew, the people of the imperial city closed their doors and the streets were very quiet. Not as lively as usual.
Liu Suifeng seemed to see the doubts between the two of them. He tilted his head and smiled and said: "Your Majesty's holy literature and divine martial arts are unparalleled in the world. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty complied with the destiny and surrendered the city. The Han soldiers conquered the imperial city of the Central Plains without a single blow. Now the total troops of Kyushu are leading The people disarmed and surrendered. The Ming Dynasty has been destroyed since then, and the Han Dynasty will become the lord of China. The two of them arrived a few days late, and they have never seen the grand scene of millions of people kneeling together."
Wuming was secretly amazed.
He lives in seclusion in the Zhonghua Pavilion and does not care about martial arts affairs. However, he knows a lot of news from all over the world, but the inside story of the battle in the Imperial City of the Central Plains is unknown.
I saw it with my own eyes today and saw that the imperial city was pacified and that no people were killed. I felt a lot relieved. I was also more curious about the great Han Sage Emperor who saw the dragon but never saw its end.
The lanterns come on and the fireworks are brilliant.
In the palace, it is quiet and deep, and the white jade road is lined with Han warriors wearing armor and sharp swords, not squinting.
Wuming refreshed himself and gathered his energy, and felt awe-inspiring in his heart: The Han warriors were physically strong, and their energy was stronger than that of ordinary warriors in the martial arts. They obviously had great skills!
How terrifying would it be for such an army composed of martial arts masters, with iron-like discipline, to be thrown into the battlefield!?
Before he could think about it carefully, Wuming's scalp was numb. Liu Suifeng stopped outside the Golden Palace, cupped his hands towards the door, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, we have arrived."
"come in."
boom!
A sudden gust of wind came from the plains, and the gate of the Vermilion Golden Palace opened.
Monk Buxu frowned slightly and sighed secretly: "With just this hand and Xu She Jin, this person's skill is unbelievably deep. I am definitely no match for him. I hope Wuming can stop him."
In the past, when his master, Monk Huang, was still alive, he used a divine mirror to predict the coming of the Great Tribulation. This catastrophe sweeping across China is now right in front of us.
Liu Suifeng stood outside the palace with his hands tied, his Wuming eyes stern and bright, as if they could shine through the dark night, and he walked towards the golden palace with his head held high.
The Jinluan Hall was the place where 500 officials of the Ming Dynasty went to court, and it was also the center of power in China. There were dozens of coiled dragon pillars in the hall, and they were inlaid with luminous pearls. Even in the dark, it was as bright as day. The entire Jinluan Hall was full of solemnity.
the breath.
On the red gold dragon chair on the white jade steps, a young and heroic emperor sits with a golden sword. He sits upright and reviews memorials under the bright light. There is an invisibly impressive demeanor and a majestic gaze.
, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are within the palm of your hand.
"Unnamed, see His Majesty the Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty."
"The poor monk is worthy of his honor. See His Majesty the Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty."
The two of them were rough people, so they didn't have so many complicated etiquettes. One held his fists, the other put his hands together, and bowed in greeting.
Liu Hao put down the memorial in his hand and said: "In martial arts mythology, the sword god is nameless. Are you here to recover the hero's sword?"
Wuming was stunned for a moment, cupped his fists and said, "My apprentice was rude and left the Hero Sword in the Han Court. Today Wuming is here partly to retrieve the Hero Sword, and the other half is to do something entrusted by an old friend."
The old friend he calls is naturally the monk Buxu.
Monk Buxu clasped his hands together, his white monk's robe seemed to be shining in the bright light, and said: "Your Majesty has invited you many times with great kindness, and this poor monk should have obeyed. However, the master has left a message. In today's troubled times, a great disaster is about to occur.
The poor monk's martial arts skills are low, so he has to be cautious... Today I have a question for the Holy Emperor." ...