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Chapter 437 Invite the King of Silla to Dance in Luoyang Today
"Master? The bags are already packed..."

"Let's go quickly!"

Inside Shengqing Temple, Master Yuanguang checked the belongings in the hands of several trusted disciples and hurriedly said.

The huge movement outside the city faintly spread into the temple, and the disciples naturally did not dare to be negligent, but they still hesitated: "Master, I'm afraid it's not safe for us to go out now, why don't we stay in the temple?"

A group of bald-headed figures with long sticks and ferocious faces appeared in front of Yuan Guang's eyes, and he sighed: "It's also my fault that I was confused for a moment and exposed the origin of that Bodhidharma Patriarch. Now Shaolin monks are wandering outside the courtyard, and I'm afraid they won't wait with us." Take a rest, let's avoid it first!"

Only then did the disciples understand that thinking of the fact that many celebrities from the Central Plains had settled in Silla recently, they shrank their heads guiltily and packed their belongings faster.

However, no matter how fast their movements were, there was a bang at the gate of the courtyard, and a dozen monks with big arms and round waists rushed in.

Zhi Jian's stick figure in the lead was flying, and he lost the restraint he had before. He beat the monks who blocked him to spurt blood, rushed all the way, and intercepted Yuan Guang and his party without any difficulty.

Seeing Yuan Guang walking forward with a heavy load, he smiled grimly: "Brother Yuan Guang, where are you going? Why don't you continue to make up stories about my Patriarch Bodhidharma?"

When addressing senior brother, his tone became more serious, and the anger in his eyes was condensed into essence. Coupled with the blood on the stick, Yuan Guang's expression froze completely, and he said tremblingly: "That's what the king told me to do. I hope Shaolin eminent monks will forgive me for the sake of fellow Shimen..."

It was Zhijian who answered him with the strength of Dharma and a stick full of emotion.

"Snapped!!"

The stick hit Yuan Guang's head hard, the old monk screamed and flew away, hitting the wall, his brains were blown out on the spot.

Several of his disciples, who were afraid to move at first, screamed when they saw this, and ran away in all directions, but Zhixing Zhiran jumped on him and died.

Martial monks were supposed to be able to kill, and the monks were influenced by the heroes of the green forest, so of course they didn't take it seriously, and they did not forget the etiquette, clasped their hands together: "Amitabha!"

After my Buddha's mercy, all the monks looked at the monks running away in Shengqing Temple with joy in their eyes: "It seems that my Great Tang Heavenly Army will go down to the city in two days."

It is undeniable that the monks from Shaolin Temple have come in handy this time. Because Silla people worship Buddhism too seriously, they have come into contact with a very high level. Most of the information that comes out is military and political information. , and is now ready to surrender to Tang Jun Kaesong.

It was precisely because they knew that the city was about to be destroyed that they killed Yuanguang. On the one hand, they wanted to vent their anger that their ancestor had been stolen, and on the other hand, they also wanted to test the situation of the Silla royal city and determine their next move.

Zhixing said excitedly at this moment: "Brother, with the status of a Silla monk, we have killed so many people and no one paid attention to it. It can be seen that the palace is completely in chaos. When the heavenly army invades, how about we enter the palace first? "

Zhiran also became excited: "In the past, the thirteen stick monks only captured the lord of a city. Now if our thirteen monks can capture the lord of Silla, we will be famous in the annals of history!"

Zhijian is more concerned about the situation of Shaolin Temple: "If that is true, our temple will become famous, and it will no longer be weaker than other famous temples!"

No matter what the reason was, the fighting spirit of the thirteen monks rose to the peak, and then they quickly left the temple and headed for Miyagi.

After leaving the monastery, the dilapidated streets were full of people running around. Every Silla person had panic on his face. There was rumbling sound in the distance, and the ground seemed to be shaking.

That was the sound of stones falling from a trebuchet.

It took the Tang army three months to reach Jincheng, and the time for making siege equipment was counted on the way, so when they arrived at Wangcheng, they filled the ditch outside Jincheng, and immediately sent out to crash cars, and at the same time, catapults coordinated the attack.

Liu Rengui also ordered the construction of a ten-foot-high wooden building to occupy the air superiority, observe the defenders inside Jincheng, where the resistance is the most fierce, immediately report the location, and set fire to smash it.

In just a few days, the morale of the Jincheng defenders was completely lost. This was the premise that the Tang army surrounded but did not attack, and kept letting the Silla people who had surrendered before go to the city to persuade them to surrender.

If there is a strong attack ignoring casualties, Jincheng may have fallen at this time. If the Silla royal family is stubborn, they can only rely on Miyagi to resist.

It stands to reason that the defensive force of a majestic King City should not be so weak. After all, Goryeo relied on Anshi City back then and was able to withstand the Tang army led by Li Shimin himself.

But this is actually very normal. Goryeo is completely inferior to the Central Plains Dynasty in terms of defensive skills and field combat capabilities. The reason why it can block it many times is first of all due to the correct strategy, the strengths of confidants and the weaknesses of the enemy, and making full use of the right time and place With its superiority in combat and the opponent's lack of logistics, it will fight a defensive battle from city to city.

The second is due to strength. Among the three kingdoms of Liaodong, Goryeo has the strongest military strength, the most tenacious fighting will, and is the best among short people.

In the end it was the other party's mistake.

Now Silla does not occupy one of these three items. Internally, people are still floating because of the surrender of a large number of middle-level generals. Letters are constantly being shot from outside the city, saying how happy it is to vote for Tang. The atmosphere has already been set in place, and the first one is missing. Seize the city gate and welcome the king.

Zhijian and the others made eye contact, and their eyes became more determined, and they leaned towards Miyagi with a long stick on their backs.

It's time for our Buddhist performance!

……

"Okay, don't pay attention to the eagle in the sky anymore, according to the second uncle's information, it is Li Yuanfang's eagle, and even the Tubo people can't shoot it down!"

Inside the palace city, Prince Jin Zhengming stopped the guards from shooting arrows weakly, turned his eyes away from the sky, and turned to King Jin Famin of Silla, and said in a trembling voice, "Father... shall we... shall we..."

He didn't finish speaking, but he kept silent, and finally closed his eyes in pain, not daring to see his father's reaction.

In fact, Jin Famin didn't respond either. This king of Silla with thick eyebrows and big eyes seemed to be a different person in just three months.

His eyes were red, his hair was disheveled, his posture was untidy, and his body was emitting a faint stench. It was because all the maids who wanted to wash him were kicked out.

The king of Silla focused his eyes on the map in front of him, faintly showing madness: "There is still a chance, the Tang army is far away from the mainland, and it is inconvenient to supply, but we can attack the Tang army's sea food transport team and strangle the Tang army's life from the source! "

Jin Zhengming was helpless: "Father, where can we attack?"

Jin Famin pointed his finger: "Here! Jialin City in Baekje is located between Baekje King City and Zhouliu City. Ha ha!"

Jin Zhengming mourned: "Father! Don't talk about attacking Jialin City in the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion, we can't even get out of the palace city! A large number of generals voted for the Tang Dynasty, and all the generals died and were captured. , we have no army anymore!"

Jin Famin finally looked at him, his laughter stopped and turned into a deep sadness, and he said tremblingly: "Really... really can't hold it at all?"

Jin Zhengming looked at the old father, knowing that if he nodded, the other party's confidence would completely collapse, but it was useless not to accept the reality at this time, so he nodded emphatically: "Yes! I can't keep it anymore! Father, let us surrender!"

Jin Famin's body trembled violently, but when his son supported him, he shook his head slowly: "Don't worry, as a father, you won't just collapse like this. Even if Silla is destroyed now, the country will be restored in the future." Aren’t Baekje and Goryeo almost restored to their country? I, Silla, naturally have hope of returning to my country!”

Jin Zhengming actually thought about this, but he still couldn't help but said: "Father, once the city is destroyed, the Tang people will definitely bring all of our royal family back to Luoyang... and the restoration of Goryeo and Baekje is all because they were killed. After the annihilation, there are still a large number of troops remaining in the country, but this time the Tang army has advanced all the way, and our Silla army has been completely disintegrated..."

Jin Famin's eyes turned red, and he hissed mournfully: "There is always a way... there is always a way... I can't let Silla perish in my hands. The previous king was also Taejong. I should have completed the unification of Haidong and created a strong and prosperous land." The dynasty of my country... how can I be the last king of Silla?"

Tears welled up from Jin Zhengming's eyes. Why did he want to be the last prince, but his expression changed the next moment because there was a huge commotion outside.

Sure enough, a guard rushed in soon, and said anxiously: "I tell the king, it's not good, General Jin Qintu killed all the generals guarding the city, opened the city gate, and let the Tang army come in!"

Although it was expected, at this point, Jin Zhengming's legs softened and he knelt down on the ground. Jin Famin waved his hands, maintaining his last dignity: "This king knows, step back!"

The hall fell silent.

The king of a country and the prince of a country sat opposite each other, waiting with torment for the arrival of the last moment.

But soon there was another shout of killing, and when Jin Famin frowned, wondering why the Tang army attacked so quickly, another guard rushed in and reported: "Your Majesty! Prince! Those monks from the Tang Dynasty came in." , can't stop it, let's avoid it!"

Jin Famin was furious at first, and then said miserably: "I didn't expect that this king would be captured by monks, it's really embarrassing..."

As soon as the words fell, the approaching shouts suddenly changed, and there seemed to be panic sounds, and finally gradually faded away.

A moment later, Jin Zhizhao, dressed in white, walked in with a long knife, blood dripping from the tip.

Jin Famin thought of the daughter's initial reminder, and couldn't help but look away in embarrassment, while Jin Zhengming became very nervous: "Little sister, you killed them? Don't offend the Tang people now!"

Jin Zhizhao's eyes darkened: "I really wanted to kill those Shaolin thieves, but I also thought that the next Tang army would break the city, and if this was an excuse to massacre the people of Silla, I didn't dare to do it, so I let them go." Go find Li Yuanfang, I want to make a deal with him..."

Just as Jin Famin and his son were about to speak, the princess flicked her long hair and looked outside: "Li Yuanfang is here!"

The eagle in mid-air swooped down, and a figure in a scarlet robe rode out of the palace, and the voice came to everyone's ears clearly: "General Li Yuanfang, Zhongwu of the Tang Dynasty, please go to Luoyang, the eastern capital, for the king of Silla to perform a dance to apologize. !"

(End of this chapter)