There are only three thousand monks and soldiers in the Great Thunder Sound Platform, which is not a large number, but they are all elite. Strictly speaking, each of them is the hard work of the national master.
The internal energy techniques for personal practice, the medicines to be taken every three days, the medicinal wine for soaking and refining once a quarter, etc. are all arranged by the national master, but these are not important. What is really important is that as long as the national master is here
No matter how busy you are at the Great Leiyin Tower, you will always take time to personally lead the monks and soldiers of the temple to do evening classes. You will explain Buddhism to them and talk about Zen with them... Every lesson is carefully prepared.
Day after day, in the blink of an eye, for several years, without knowing it, the three thousand monks and soldiers had regarded the national master as their father, a saint, and a living Buddha.
In Song Yang's previous life, there was a special term for what the Imperial Master did: ***. Even the three thousand monks and soldiers themselves were not aware of it. They thought they were worshiping the Buddha, but in fact they were worshiping Yan Ding.
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The monks and soldiers worshiped the Buddha and recited the sutras, and their faith was unparalleled. They could cut their flesh and feed it to eagles and sacrifice their bodies to feed tigers, but as long as the Imperial Master gave them an order, they would rather give up reincarnation and fall into Avici Hell forever... Just an order from the Imperial Master.
Life and death for them is nothing, but just one or two words from the national master's mouth can become the entire value of the skin and soul.
He does not understand life and death, is determined, has strong martial arts skills, is well-trained, the best among the best, and is the most important weapon of the national master in guarding the temple.
Three thousand monks and soldiers were divided into two groups: Shura and Moro. The former was in the light and the latter was in the dark. When the Dharma Protector's bell shook the city, two thousand monks from the Shura camp rushed out of the Great Thunder Sound Platform in a team. Their upper bodies were naked and smeared with gold powder.
Holding a rosary in his left hand and holding a long stick on his back in his right hand, he headed straight for the north gate of Jingcheng under the leadership of the leader!
Shura, there is a meaning of "correctness" in the sutra. They will never hide their deeds when doing just things. Their actions are like wind and fire, and their speed is extremely fast and eye-catching. Every Shura disciple chants mantras during the march.
, two thousand strong voices gathered together, majestic and brilliant.
The person in charge of commanding the monk soldiers in Da Leiyin Taizhong is the ninth direct disciple of the Imperial Master. Ajiu's martial arts skills are mediocre, his poison skills are mediocre, and his Buddhist teachings are not worth mentioning. He only has one ability: he is good at military affairs.
Although the monk soldiers are elite, they are far inferior to the number of the Yan army in the city. According to common sense, seizing the most important city gate with such a big fanfare will undoubtedly lead to death... But Ah Jiu understands that the 'monk soldiers' have no strength except their own.
, there is another fierce point: the human heart, the hearts of the people in the city.
Rebels and rioters are already in chaos in the city, but it is not enough. There are countless people hiding in their homes. How many devout believers are there among them? Ah Jiu wants to call them out, as many as he can call out.
The red bell, the golden body, and the mantras chanted loudly during the march are all made for the people of Jingcheng to see and listen to. It is a signal...
The Great Thunder Sound Platform summons believers from all over the world to protect the Dharma!
Except for Shura, all the ordinary monks in the temple who did not know martial arts also walked out of the temple in robes and walked through the streets and alleys, forming magic conchs filled with the wrath of the Buddha...
The Great Thunder Sound Platform summons believers and protectors from all over the world!
And another group of elite soldiers in the temple, long before the "Two Thousand Shura", had already quietly disappeared into the night under the leadership of Ah Jiu, and went straight to the direction of the palace to meet the imperial master.
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Almost at the same time that Song Yang and others heard the bells of the Thunder Tower ringing, the imperial troops at the front of the square suddenly went into chaos. Even the defense line that had been unable to be broken down by the surging mob before was broken through in a moment.
The elite soldiers descended from the sky, with long swords in their right hands and soft shields in their left hands. The sharp edges were coated with poison. They moved extremely fast and advanced and retreated at a moderate pace when sniping. Each of them had excellent martial arts skills. Black soft armor, black scarf covering their faces and heads, almost killed them
Embedded in the night, their boots have also been specially made, and they can run and jump without leaving a sound - the elite of Mara.
Mara, the ferocious ghost in the scriptures.
If you want to defend the Tao and eliminate demons, you must first transform into a demon!
The Yan army stationed at the frontier realized that the enemy was coming almost as soon as they rushed in front of them and cut the poisonous blade into their bodies... At this time, the national master looked at Song Yang from a distance and motioned for them to come over.
Song Yang called his companions to come forward. Er Sha suddenly asked him: "Are we leaving?"
After Song Yang nodded, Er Sha asked again: "Can I bring Liu Wu with me?" Big Bird was also brought to the palace, but was locked in a cage from beginning to end, until now.
Song Yang shook his head: "I can't take it back to the country, but I can send it out of the city..." As he said that, he was about to comfort him a few more words, when Er Sha said "Oh": "I understand." After saying that, he turned around.
He ran to the iron cage, released Liu Wu, stretched out his arms and hugged the thick neck of the vicious bird, with a look of reluctance...
At the same time that Song Yang and others were reuniting with the imperial army, Ah Jiu also arrived with elite soldiers. A thousand demon monks could not kill all the Yan troops present, but they were enough to control an area so that the enemy could not attack.
Ah Jiu was a fat man. He quickly ran to the shrine of the Imperial Master and knelt down on the ground: "My disciple is late to protect the Dharma, so I pray to my master to punish me."
The Imperial Master chuckled a few times, walked down from the niche, reached out and patted Ah Jiu on the shoulder: "You are very good. You are really very good."
It was an ordinary compliment, and could even be regarded as a kind word, but Ah Jiu looked sincerely happy. But now was a tense moment, so he did not hesitate to show his loyalty again, got up from the ground, and began to talk about the situation in the city in a hurried tone,
After saying a few words, the Imperial Master shook his head and interrupted: "You remember, when things are urgent, people should not be in a hurry. Only when you speak calmly can you speak clearly. Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink some water first?"
Ah Jiu nodded first and then shook his head, took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, he was much calmer and concise: "Jingcheng originally had a large stockpile of troops, but now it is in chaos, all because the incident happened unexpectedly and was caught off guard."
"The real garrison of the capital is divided into two layers, the inner and outer. The real strength comes from the four military camps stationed on the outskirts of the city. They are on the way to rescue at the moment and can arrive in less than an hour at the earliest."
"As for the city, there are five eternal and heavily guarded places: the four gates and the imperial palace. The imperial city has been in operation since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The walls are thick and high, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. The rebels do not have heavy siege weapons in their hands. It takes ten days and a half to
Don't even think about breaking into the palace."
"The four gates are far apart. They were not affected when the civil uprising broke out. When the rebels thought of attacking the city gates, they were already prepared... In my opinion, they can't be defeated, let alone conquering one or two is useless. They have to
Only by occupying all four gates can the reinforcements be blocked."
"In addition, I think the other military horses in the city will not be dedicated to suppressing the rebellion. Instead, they will be divided into two layers. One layer will support and control the four gates. The other layer will break into the Protector Palace as soon as possible. I am afraid it will arrive soon.
As for those rioters, just let them do whatever they want for now. When the army arrives on the outskirts of the city, they will be suppressed in an instant."
"With only a few hours left, the rebels can't break into the palace, and they can't capture all four gates. In the end, they won't be able to cause too much trouble. We're doomed and we're doomed."
Ah Jiu told all his opinions in one breath. Song Yang frowned and became discouraged! The chaos in the city was just a temporary trouble for Jingtai. Emperor Yan still had a chance to win?
In fact, this is the reality. If it were an ordinary city, it would have been hopeless long ago. But the heart of Jingcheng Dayan, which has been painstakingly managed by generations of princes and generals, how could it be destroyed by a single riot.
The large number of rebels is enough to create chaos, but when it comes to fighting, they are far behind. As for that group of rebels, they are indeed elite, but like the monk soldiers, they are small in number. Tan Guide has been ill for many years, and his strength is not as good as before
, it would be nice to be able to mobilize a forbidden army temporarily.
What really puzzled Song Yang was that Ah Jiu had said that the situation was completely between the rebels and the Yan army. In comparison, he did not include the monk soldiers in his hands, nor did he contact the rebels to join forces with them.
He was planning something big, as if Da Leiyintai would not participate in the war, and at most he would just escort the Imperial Guards to escape.
Sure enough, Ah Jiu paused for a moment, and finally said: "The road to Yanying in the due north is a little farther, and it may be a little slower than the reinforcements from the other three directions. I have already sent the Shura monks to attack the north gate. I will be there when the Buddha comes."
With the help of the believers, plus our thousand Mara disciples, we can hope to break through the gate and leave Jingcheng before the reinforcements from the north arrive. The chance is more than 70%."
The Imperial Preceptor did not refute, and his ventriloquism was dull, but his tone was light: "You have the final say in military matters. I will follow you. Even if we go all the way to Abi Hell, you and I are still master and disciple."
Ah Jiu bit her lip and nodded vigorously. Just when she was about to give the order, Song Yang suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
The monk's face changed slightly, and he turned coldly to look at Song Yang.
Song Yang's 'mother' and Ah Jiu's 'master' smiled sullenly to smooth things over for the two juniors, and said to Ah Jiu: "It doesn't matter if you listen to what he said."
As soon as the Imperial Master spoke, Ah Jiu's eyes quickly softened and she smiled at Song Yang: "Donor, please speak."
"What if Jingtai is forced out of the palace? With the help of you and me, as long as we set up an ambush in advance... and catch him, no matter how hard we fight, we will win the battle." Song Yang still has a big fire, no matter how hard Jingtai's turtle shell is,
When the fire breaks out, he will have to flee, and there will be plenty of opportunities to capture and kill him.
After he finished speaking, not only Ah Jiu, but also all the monks present had a strange expression on their faces, an expression that no one could understand at all.
Ah Jiu glanced at Song Yang, then turned to look at the Imperial Master, as if he wanted to seek his master's opinion, but the expressions of the monks before had already fallen into his amber eyes... The Imperial Master laughed sullenly.
You laugh when you can't think straight and don't know what to say. This is the eternal truth when doing bad things.
After the laughter, Amber said to Ah Jiu: "Tell me."
He didn't ask, "What do you think?", but said, "You tell me." Kohaku did not care about the cause and effect, and only asked about his own character. Although he pretended to be a national master for revenge, he also mixed the other two words.
: It’s fun. Since it’s fun, have fun, immerse yourself in it, and think carefully before saying every word.
"Ten years ago on the 'Buddha's Auspicious Day', my mentor presided over religious services to pray for Dayan. At that time, he established a precept that all disciples of Dayan Leiyintai must not be enemies of Emperor Yan Jingtai, must not harbor rebellious intentions, and must not harm the Emperor."
After the ordination, my mentor Jing Gu sent an edict: One day, if there is any intention to harm Jingtai in the decrees and orders I impart, it will mean that I have gone crazy and lost my mind, and all my disciples will be killed immediately by me."
At this time, Ah Jiu put on a solemn expression: "Since then, every auspicious day of the Buddha, my teacher will ask us to repeat this precept and this oath... my teacher's strict order, and the disciples will never forget it."
After saying this, all the monks around the Buddhist niche put their hands together in front of Amber.
Song Yang looked shocked when he heard this. What was the relationship between the Imperial Master and Jingtai that made him issue such a decree without leaving any room for the emperor?
Ah Jiu didn't want to delay any longer, so she couldn't help but urge the imperial master: "Please ask my master to escort your family out of the city."
The Imperial Master pointed at Song Yang and the large group of people behind him: "They will come with me."
Behind Song Yang were not only Luo Guan, Su Hang, Lord Hu, and Qishi, but also the Imperial Guards and the entire Nanli envoy. In addition, the Uighur team also left with them. Axia had already received Song Yang's hint and stayed in the palace.
The beauty will be burned into charcoal before...
Naturally, the Imperial Preceptor had his own reasons for taking the envoy away. The disciples did not doubt this. As Ah Jiu gave the order in a deep voice, the Monk Mo Luo followed the order and escorted the Imperial Preceptor and set off together with the imperial guards of the two countries.
The Yan soldiers in the square could not stop the intrusion of the Demon Monk before, and they could not stop them from leaving now. The 'National Master' led the team and hurried towards the north gate of Jingcheng.
With nearly two thousand people, it goes without saying that Mo Luo is strong. The guards of Nanli and Uighurs are also selected from the best soldiers in the country. What's more, among them are masters such as Luo Guan, Song Yang, and the personal guardian disciples of the national master. The little ones encountered on the way
None of the Yan soldiers could stop their charge, and the Imperial Army's brigade, just as Ah Jiu had expected, went to the palace and the four gates to assist in the defense, and no longer crossed the city. As for the rioters, they would not disturb the Imperial Guard's team.
The march was extremely smooth, but just a few miles away from the palace, a series of roaring and muffled sounds suddenly erupted from nowhere. The sound split the night sky like thunder, and the entire Jingcheng trembled under the terrifying sound pressure.
The sudden and terrifying movement swept away the noise in the city in a blink of an eye. No matter the rebels or the Imperial Guard, everyone was at a loss for a moment. They stopped what they were doing and looked at the sky blankly, not knowing what was going on.
Ah Jiu was also shocked. He waved his hand to stop the team from moving forward, and looked at the surroundings with vigilance... Only Song Yang, Dwarf, and Nan Rong suddenly showed ecstasy on their faces. They had been waiting for a long time. They had really been waiting for a long time.
That fire!
In order to ensure that the fire could start quickly, the rebels had already stored a large amount of kerosene in the houses that needed to be set on fire. At this moment, they ignited the fire at the same time. The huge explosion was the precursor of the fire to the Yan Palace.
Before the loud noise fell, streaks of flames rushed up, like greedy and ferocious giant snakes, going to lick the stars and moon in the sky!
The dwarf's body trembled along with the earth. He squinted his eyes to watch the fire from a distance. After a moment, he grabbed Gui Guzi's trousers and asked, "Blind man, how is the wind?"
Without his instructions, the blind man asked Er Sha to carry him up when the huge earthquake occurred, and he opened his hands to feel carefully... Now the blind man is too tall, and the dwarf has to jump to barely grab his trouser legs.
Soon the blind man jumped back to the ground, his face full of joy: "Okay, okay!"
The dwarf laughed: "That's no problem."
Song Yang wanted to laugh and jump. The deep joy that surged from the bottom of his heart came out of his mouth, but there was only one word... Burn!
If you want to live up to your expectations, he is watching!
Ah Jiu didn't notice the abnormality of this group of rebels. Seeing that there was just a fire in the city, and it was the work of rioters, he didn't think anything more, and ordered the team to continue to advance. At this time, the leader of Nanli's guard walked up to Song Yang,
His voice was very low: "Song Yang, tell me the truth, are we three hundred brothers really unable to go back?"
Song Yang's heart sank slightly, and he answered truthfully: "There is a convenient way, but it can't bring too many people. General Xi and his brothers will be broken into pieces, or there is hope of fleeing back to Nanli..."
General Xi smiled.
They are elite soldiers, physically strong and brave in combat, but their skills are all in fighting, and they will not be able to move up and down. They use stealth methods, and the road home is long and far away. They have no equipment, no support, and not even a map. They only have
The Yan people are pursuing them with all their strength... and there is no way they can go back. Song Yang may have been speaking in a subtle way.
After thinking for a moment, General Xi asked again: "Three hundred brothers, in addition to opening up the North Gate... In fact, to penetrate through the North Gate, it is basically enough to penetrate through the North Gate with the cover of the monk soldiers, rebels, and the Grand Master. We have no use anymore.
Alright."
Song Yang didn't know what to say.
But soon, General Xi's eyes lit up again: "Three hundred of us can't go back alive, and there won't be much use if we stay. Our fate will be either to die on the way to escape, or to die in the chaos in the city."
.So...that's what I think. Didn't you just tell the monk that you could force the Emperor of Yan out of the palace and set up an ambush in advance to have a chance to kill the emperor..."
As he spoke, General Xi reached out and pressed Song Yang's shoulders: "Brother Song, do you still want to do this?"
General Xi's eyes were bright and there was a smile in his eyes, but when he spoke, he was gritting his teeth: "Originally, we should have died in Hongcheng. The source of the poison is Jingtai... Now if we go to kill him, we will avenge ourselves."
If I can't survive, can I put a cushion on my back before I die?
Song Yang's eyes twitched: "Okay!"
Suddenly, a clear voice interrupted: "Okay, okay, but do you know where to ambush?" Nan Rong was beside Song Yang, showing no expression when he spoke.
Before Song Yang could speak again, she continued: "I know where to set up an ambush, but there is one condition. Regardless of success or failure, when you escape, take my lord with you."
Song Yang reacted quickly, and he roughly understood after a little thought: "Gu Zhaojun has already gone to set up an ambush?"
Everything that happened tonight was carefully planned by the rebels. With the thinking of those foxes, how could they not have thought that when Jingtai was burned out of the palace, it would be a great opportunity to kill him.
Nan Rong smiled: "The possibility of success is very small... Li Mingji and Fatty Silk both think it's not feasible, but my Lord thinks that there are rebels, ***, and fires. If it's all like this, why don't you stab Jingtai?
It's like eating hotpot mutton but not drinking the last bowl of broth. I always feel like something is missing. If you want to go, just follow me."
Song Yang laughed loudly: "Lao Gu knows how to eat!"
Song Yang whispered a few words to the Imperial Master, and the latter nodded and whispered: "I will guard the north gate. If my son does not come back, my mother will not leave." Every word in his voice was like swallowing a knife, and he was in severe pain.
The Uighurs were not traveling with them. If Jingtai died, Yan would be in chaos. The two most advantageous ones were the Tibetan and Quanrong enemies. To assassinate the Yan Emperor was actually to hurt the Uighurs. Song Yang understood this and did not mention it to Axia at all.
; Shi Xiaoxiao did not go with him. He was entrusted by Song Yang to stay and try his best to protect his other companions.
Luo Guan accompanied him, but he had been warned that he would not take the initiative and only accompanied him to protect Song Yang's life.
Song Yang, Luo Guan, and three hundred dead soldiers left the team and, led by Nan Rong, rushed to the place where the rebels had chosen to ambush.
When the fire burns over, Jingtai will definitely abandon the palace and flee. This is a great opportunity for assassination, but is it really an 'opportunity'? Jingtai will not run out alone. The imperial guards in the palace, the masters in the palace, and the personal bodyguards will protect him from escaping.
It's an elite army... But Song Yang didn't think about this at all. He just felt that the night of September 8th was so interesting!
How wonderful it would be if September 8th was celebrated every day.