The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 209 Golden Wheel
"Master, if you have any needs, Guo Jing will definitely satisfy all your demands!"

After drinking for three rounds, Guo Jing stood up and toasted Hui Xin.

Yeluqi, Wu Dunru, Wu Xiuwen and other disciples were not to be outdone.

Huixin smiled and said, "There is nothing else, the poor monk has nothing to ask for, but he is just putting himself in the place. If the Song Dynasty has no good ministers and generals, the country will be destroyed soon, but the people of the Song Dynasty are so innocent, and the poor monk is just doing a little bit of heart!"

"Having said that, if you want to break the boat and change the disadvantages, you can't do it anymore. After many years of war on the border, you can see that the court is still spending money and drinking, let alone putting people's livelihood first."

Yeluqi, like an angry youth, denounced the inaction of the Song court.

Hui Xin murmured, "It's very easy for Guo Daxia to change the dynasty now, but I guess you don't want to do it. Even if the poor monk really finds the Mongolian Khan, even if he kills him, there is no guarantee that there will be no more powerful and more murderous ones in the future." People who covet the territory of the Great Song Dynasty."

"Master, what exactly do you want to say?"

Guo Jing was a little confused, but he could tell something was wrong. He put down his glass and looked serious.

"It's nothing, Guo Daxia was in Mongolia back then, and he was the son-in-law of the golden knife. I believe you must know that the reason why the Song Dynasty is not as good as the Liao, Jin, and Mongolia is not as good. But why he can still dominate this land depends on our large number of people. , if we put ourselves in the same situation and the Mongols rule this land, can we Han still have a way out?"

Guo Jing mused, "In the early years, I did grow up in the Mongolian grasslands, and the deeper Khan took a fancy to him, but Guo Jing is from the Song Dynasty, so naturally he couldn't take them to attack his compatriots, so Guo Jing left Mongolia and chose to stay in Xiangyang to compete against him. Although Genghis Khan made great achievements in his life, but after a hundred years, there will be no loess, and now Kublai Khan is leading an army to attack, even if Guo Jing can't serve the country, he is willing to live and die with Xiangyang."

During the dinner, although Hui Xin respected Guo Jing as a man, he also felt that he was too pedantic, too honest, and too stubborn, but Hui Xin was different. In this world of low-level martial arts who don't know what innateness is, as long as you shout with your real arms, you may be able to change the dynasty, but not necessarily.

But even so, he was not in the mood to continue, after all his job was a monk.

While talking, I saw Guo Fu, Yeluyan and Wanyanping entering the hall with some food and wine, and said, "These are all delicacies cooked by Mrs. Guo, master, please use them!"

Guo Jing was a little puzzled and said, "Rong'er is about to give birth, why don't you let her rest more."

"Mother said that even though she is about to give birth, Xiangyang is in such dire straits. If the child is born, the city of Xiangyang will surely die with you, and you won't live with it for the rest of your life."

As if touched, Yeluqi looked at Guo Fu with a hint of admiration.

During the banquet, Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru each showed their courtesy to the other two women, but Huixin seemed to have some feelings, and the image of an extremely chic woman in a red robe couldn't help appearing in his mind, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't help it. Can't see what that woman looks like.

"Master, Master?"

Guo Jing touched Hui Xin, and asked with some puzzlement.

Huixin came back to her senses, and said with a wry smile, "This situation reminds Huixin of some past events. It's not early, and midnight is coming soon. The poor monk needs to make some preparations!"

Leaving the table first, Huixin sat alone in the side room, her eyes showing a kind of determination.

This time, no matter what you say, you must let Mongolia retreat, and if you say no, you must kill them.

Taking the head of a general from the two armies is not a big deal for Huixin, but visiting the barracks overnight is not a trivial matter. It is related to the fate of the two countries, and it is even more related to the life and death of the people in Xiangyang City. This matter must be done beautifully.

"Amitabha!"

Huixin uttered the Buddha's name in a low voice, and gradually disappeared in the wing room.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Huixin left Xiangyang City without disturbing anyone, and went straight to the Mongolian army camp.

Although the defense is tight, the aura of a master cannot be hidden from others at all.

It was very easy for Hui Xin to find the one-man tent with the most powerful skills in this camp.

"The visitor is a guest, you don't need to hide it, please enter the tent and tell me!"

"You are the King of the Golden Wheel of the Mongolian State Teacher?"

Huixin opened the curtain and looked straight at a bearded monk wearing a gold robe and armor sitting in the center with a strange weapon beside him.

Jinlun Fawang stood up and said in a calm voice, "Who is your Excellency and why did you come to our Mongolian army? Could it be a Xiangyang spy?"

Huixin squinted her eyes, but sneered in her heart, seeing that the golden wheel was only between first-class and top-notch, it was simply a bluff, and it had no appearance. It's like shit, it's not worthy of Hui Xin's attention.

Seeing that Huixin just sneered and didn't reveal his identity, let alone his strength, Jinlun Fawang couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

"Heh, I thought you Jinlun was someone, but I didn't expect that you dared to invade the Central Plains with such skill. There are two ways for you to go. One is to go back to Mongolia, and the other is to die in front of the poor monk."

A golden light shot out from Huixin's eyes, and the golden wheel was not only repelled, but also seemed to be injured internally.

To be honest, Huixin was extremely disappointed, this Jinlun was too weak, he was not even interested in fighting him, and Huixin was able to detect that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu practiced by Jinlun was only seven or eight layers , not to mention that Dacheng's Dragon Elephant is not weaker than a congenital master at all.

"Too deceiving!"

Jinlun spat out a mouthful of blood, but he was in awe of Huixin.

"Hmph, spare your life first, and you can do it yourself!"

It doesn't make any difference to Huixin whether he kills Jinlun or not, what's more, he is here to catch the Mongolian Khan, not kill Jinlun for side dishes.

When Jinlun wanted to say something, Huixin pointed to Jinlun, turned quickly, and disappeared into the tent here.

"Come on, there are assassins!"

After leaving the Jinlun camp, they heard exclamations resounding through the camp.

Huixin stared, but saw a young master in a green shirt and holding a long sword, walking among some Mongolian soldiers. Seeing him killing all directions, he was also very sharp.

"What a young master, but"

Seeing this, Hui Xin felt helpless, originally she came here secretly, but unexpectedly exposed her whereabouts unexpectedly, it's really not as good as God's plan, so why not kill people.

"Amitabha!"

A round of golden light shone brightly in the Mongolian camp, and a big Buddha rose up behind Huixin, which attracted the Mongolian soldiers to be stunned on the spot, but also gave the young master a chance to breathe.

"Master?"

With a sword in his hand, the young man jumped to Huixin's side in two or three strokes, and asked cautiously.

Hui Xin concentrated and ignored him, but stretched out a palm and shouted, "Feng!"

The Buddha Kingdom in the palm is a means of suppressing the heart with wisdom. How could such an ordinary soldier be an opponent of such supernatural powers? In just an instant, the situation changed. A large number of soldiers seemed to encounter the scene they feared most, killing each other. The young master stared blankly and said.

"It's really powerful. I'm afraid it's stronger than the adoptive father. Who the hell dares to break into the camp alone?"

The young master muttered to himself, seeing how powerful Hui Xin was, he was yearning for it.

"Amitabha, town!"

A Buddha's chant was uttered by Shaolin Lion Roar, and a large number of officers and soldiers were knocked to the ground by the sound waves. The young man couldn't help covering his ears and using his internal strength to resist.

Huixin grabbed the young man's arm, turned around, and returned to Xiangyang City.

(End of this chapter)