The Tang Army's invincibility in the world relied on iron discipline, but upon hearing Lin Chengbin's order, the Guards soldiers who had been fighting with the monks who were charging over all loudly agreed, and each waved their swords to force their opponents back, and they gathered together extremely quickly.
Next to Lin Chengbin, a strict formation was formed in various positions in an instant - the sword formation was not a regular formation of the Tang army, but an assault formation modified by Li Xian from "The Art of War of the Duke of Defense". It could be large or small.
The larger ones can be used in battle formations to compete for supremacy, while the smaller ones can be used in rivers and lakes fighting. In today's world, only this bodyguard has practiced this formation. At this time, a row will come out, but they see hundreds of swords standing horizontally, with a stern look.
Incomparably, the monks who were madly attacking had already been chopped down in one glance. The rest were so frightened that they did not dare to rush forward anymore and retreated behind the two master monks in confusion.
"Advance, kill!"
Seeing that the formation was completed, Lin Chengbin did not dare to neglect. He roared and led his troops forward. However, he saw more than a hundred steel knives turning like wheels, and the entire formation rolled forward like a harvester.
Anyone who dared to stop them would end up with their bodies broken into pieces. In just a moment, dozens of monks who rushed forward to try to stop them were reduced to pieces of corpses all over the ground. Their death was extremely horrific.[]
"Don't retreat, come on, come on!"
It was Master Mojia's third disciple Desheng and fourth disciple Depu who had secretly attacked Lin Chengbin with swords. Now, seeing that their own army was almost defeated under the threat of the Tang Army's sword array, they couldn't help but become anxious and roared again and again.
The ground drove the remaining thirty or so monks forward desperately, trying to stop the Tang army's advance. However, all the monks were scared by the Tang army's brutality. No matter how intimidated the two monks were, no one dared to stop the Tang army.
In front of the formation, they retreated wildly toward the temple gate in chaos.
"kill!"
"die!"
Both Desheng and Depu were horse thieves and were fierce by nature. Even though they were ordained as monks, they still remained true to their nature. Seeing the unstoppable attack of the Tang army, they all became anxious. Thinking that they were highly skilled in martial arts, they advanced instead of retreating, shouting.
He raised his sword and struck at Lin Chengbin, who was at the tip of the sword array, trying to disrupt the Tang army's formation by killing Lin Chengbin.
The attack of the two monks was fierce, and the sword was not fierce. Even if Lin Chengbin was very skilled in martial arts, if he encountered it alone, he would be able to barely protect himself at most. However, what the two monks were facing at this time was not
Lin Chengbin was alone, but the sword array was extremely sharp, and the result was unquestionable - death, without any luck - the two monks just threw themselves in front of Lin Chengbin, and seven horizontal knives were swung like wheels.
, there were two knives on the left and right to deflect the thick-backed broadswords struck by the two monks. At the same time, the other three knives struck together and chopped the two monks into several pieces. It was pitiful that the two monks thought they were extraordinary, but they
He couldn't even survive a single encounter, and he died tragically on the spot. Seeing this, the remaining monks didn't have the slightest courage to resist. With a shout, they all dispersed in all directions.
"Break down the door and rush in!"
Lin Chengbin was worried about Li Xian's safety, so he had no intention of paying attention to the fleeing monks. With a roar, he commanded all his men to rush towards the closed temple door with all their strength. More than a hundred people worked together to hit the huge
The momentum instantly knocked the temple door, which had not yet had time to bolt, and collapsed.
"Kill the thief, kill the thief!"
As soon as the temple door opened, more than a hundred personal guards swarmed into the temple. With swish of knives, more than a dozen monks who tried to use their arms as chariots were killed on the spot.
Well done, we finally arrived! In the small square in front of the Main Hall, Li Xian was holding Princess Mingyue in his arms, stretching out his body with all his strength, wandering around to avoid the pursuit of Master Mojia and Master Zhixin. This time he saw Lin Chengbin leading his troops.
As soon as he was killed, his high-spirited heart dropped to the ground. With a long laugh, he got rid of the pursuit of the two monks in a few ups and downs and returned to his own formation.
"Protect the princess!"
Li Xian gently shook his hand and put Princess Mingyue in his arms to the ground. Then he took a horizontal knife from a guard and gently touched the knife with his fingers.
After wiping away the dried blood, he looked at the two monks Mo and Zhi who were standing not far away with a look of ashen expression with a smile, and said unhurriedly: "The two masters have tried their best, so let's just let them go."
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"Amitabha, good, good."
Master Zhixin smiled bitterly and shook his head. He clasped his hands on his chest. After saluting Li Xian, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes tightly. Without saying any more, a relieved smile appeared on his gray face.
When I passed by, I felt like I had attained enlightenment.
"Your Highness is wise. I was defeated unjustly. Since I must die now, I ask Your Highness to give me a fair fight."
Master Mojia ignored Master Zhixin's actions, but stared at Li Xian and issued a challenge to a duel.
"Yes, but there is a condition."
Li Xian smiled confidently, not caring at all about Master Mojia's sharp eyes, and answered in a relaxed manner.
"Speaking."
Master Mojia's desire to die has long been imminent. His wish at this time is just to ask Li Xian to support him before he dies, but he doesn't really care about Li Xian's other conditions.
"I know that the master must have been entrusted by Gar Qinling to come here. I am just curious about why an outsider like the master wants to participate in worldly affairs." Li Xian nodded and didn't say much.
, asked bluntly.
"Inheritance."
As soon as he heard Li Xian mention this matter, Master Mojia's already dark face suddenly turned even darker. After being silent for a while, he replied with two words as precious as gold.
"Inheritance? Well, I understand. The master came from the Jokhang Temple?" When Li Xian heard this answer, he was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately realized what Master Mojia meant. It was nothing more than Gar Qinling.
He just used the temptation of vigorously promoting Buddhism to instigate Master Mojia to assassinate himself. As for guessing that it came from the Jokhang Temple, it is easy to understand, because at that time, there were only two temples in Tubo - the Jokhang Temple and the Ramoche Temple.
The latter was built by Princess Wencheng, who believed in the teachings of the Central Plains, and had very few believers, while the former was built by Princess Chizun of Nepal, with many followers, and the teachings she believed in did not prohibit killing. Master Gumojia’s
If a person is cruel, he is obviously not a kind person, so he can only be a monk from the Jokhang Temple.
"good."
Upon hearing that Li Xian revealed his origin in one breath, Master Mojia's pupils shrank obviously, but he did not deny it, but recognized it with emotion.
Gee, religion is really a spiritual opium, it really destroys people! Li Xian himself does not believe in religion, and he doesn’t have much favorable impression of religion, probably because later generations have already seen too many religious fanatics.
Blindly obedient and manic, seeing Master Mojia dedicate his life to the promotion of Buddhism, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. His original intention to take advantage of this person faded away, and he just made a move indifferently.
: "Master, please!"
"please!"
Master Mojia calmly clasped his hands and returned the salute, and then with a flash of his body, he rushed in front of Li Xian. He made a mistake with his palms, and unceremoniously separated Li Xian's chest and lower abdomen. His palm movements were extremely fast, and he lifted
The strong roaring sound was as shocking as the waves crashing on the shore, which showed how powerful the power contained in the palm was.
"Want to die together with Gu? You don't deserve it!"
Although Master Mojia's palm skills were brutal and his body skills were astonishingly fast, in Li Xian's view, they were just mediocre. Seeing that Master Mojia was only attacking but not defending, Li Xian laughed and said,
As soon as he stretched out his body, he easily avoided the scope of Master Mojia's palm.
"Suffer death!"
Master Mojia hit the empty space with both palms, but he was not discouraged at all. He roared and launched another strong attack. He waved his palms and chased Li Xian desperately. However, he was not as good as the boss Li Xian in terms of lightness skills.
, when Li Xian was holding Princess Mingyue, he had nothing to do with Li Xian. Now he couldn't even touch the corner of Li Xian's clothes. After a few rounds, his palm movements were gradually chaotic and full of flaws.
of.
"kill!"
Li Xian saw that Master Mojia was already at the end of his game and was too lazy to follow him in circles. He shouted loudly, swung out the knife in his hand, and attacked and killed him with the "Domination of the World" move.
"ah……"
When he saw the fierceness of Li Xian's sword, Master Mojia was shocked and wanted to escape. However, his body skills were not as good as Li Xian's and he was in a hurry. How could he avoid Li Xian's killing blow?
He moved, but in the flash of the sword, Master Mojia was slashed into two pieces. The poor eminent monk only had time to howl in agony before he died.
"Master!"
When Monk Deming, who was fighting with Luo Tong, saw that Master Mojia had died tragically under Li Xian's sword, his eyes turned red, he roared, and wanted to rush forward and fight Li Xian, but he forgot that there was still someone beside him.
With Luo Tong as his opponent, Luo Tong would not be polite to him under this distraction. With a swing of his knife, Monk Deming's big head flew into the air, and his burly body shook a few times.
Then he fell into a pool of blood unwillingly.
Seeing that his master and brothers were all dead, Monk Decheng, who was fighting endlessly with Liu Ziming, immediately panicked. How could he have the courage to stay any longer?
, jumped off the corridor, rushed into the wilderness without looking back, ran wildly on the snow and fled into the distance. After a few ups and downs, he got mixed into the crowd of people who were screaming and running, and it was difficult to find any more.
Looking for his traces, Liu Ziming was about to pursue him, but his body skills were far inferior to that of his opponent, so he could only watch helplessly as this man escaped.
"Your Highness, the general is incompetent and has allowed the thieves to run away."
After failing to capture Monk Decheng, Liu Ziming realized that he could not bear to lose his dignity. He jumped off the corridor and strode up to Li Xian. With a red face, he confessed his crime.
"Your Highness, the old thief Zhixin is dead!"
Before Li Xian had time to express his position, a personal guard who went to arrest Master Zhixin had already interjected.
"Go back to the city!"
Li Xian was a little impatient that a perfectly good incense offering made such a big fuss. He felt a little more disgusted with religion. He did not go to check the body of Master Zhixin. After giving a sullen drink,
Turning around, he took Princess Mingyue's hand and walked out of the temple. As for the aftermath, Li Xian was too lazy to pay more attention to it, but he was thinking about how to use this matter to squeeze more out of Gar Qinling.