Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 42
on the long street,

Riding like a dragon,

After Qian Qianti rode out of Jinyiwei's school grounds, the soldiers split up and galloped towards the west of the city, and only then did they start to gather around the destination.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like a dense spider web, and the place where the gate of the White Horse Temple is located is the center of the spider web.

Luo Porridge himself led hundreds of Nanzhen Fusi's elites to kill straight towards the White Horse Temple from a main street that runs from east to west.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

This is the dull sound of hundreds of horses' hooves stepping down together. Even the bluestone slabs on the long street tremble uncontrollably, shaking the shop signs facing the street, and the dust layer falling down. No matter whether it is an official or a commoner, it cannot be avoided.

"Lord Luo, we're almost there!"

Wang Ruling rode up to Luo Porridge, pointed to a small hill not far from the Sifang official road and opened his mouth. Originally, Qingyuan Mountain was located in the west of the city, with lush vegetation and beautiful scenery. It is a place for people to go outing and play.

It's just that after the monk Jiujie came back from his travels, in less than five years, he expanded the White Horse Temple, which originally occupied an area of ​​only two acres, by dozens of times, covering an area of ​​more than one hundred acres.

Qingyuan Mountain,
at the foot of the mountain,
"This is the White Horse Temple?"

"It's really rich!"

Luo Porridge and other hundreds of riders arrived first, looking at the five-foot-high wooden archway, he sneered. There was nothing fancy on the archway, but the words "White Horse Temple" were directly engraved on the archway. Standing at the foot of the mountain.

The meaning is self-evident, those bald donkeys have long regarded this mountain as their private property with peace of mind.

"Who is that Xianggong, and he also came to offer incense?" A female pilgrim on the steps halfway up the mountain asked the frail scholar beside him.

"Who knows, my lady, let's hurry up and go up the mountain. I have heard that the Guanyin Guanyin in the White Horse Temple is very effective. Ordinary infertile women go up the mountain to pray for the Bodhisattva. They stay for a few days, and they can diagnose the happy pulse soon after returning home." Well, counting the days, I will be able to embrace the fat boy in July and August next year, which can be regarded as an explanation to my father." The man dressed as a scholar was faintly joyful in his words.

"However, I always feel that those people seem to come from bad manners. Will they disturb the cleanliness of the temple? I heard from the master master in the temple that when praying to the Bodhisattva, you must be pure and spiritual." The female pilgrim whispered.

"Don't worry, the abbot of the temple, Master Jiujie, is not only mysterious in Buddhism, but also has a high level of cultivation. The rules are very good, don't worry, you can go with peace of mind." An elderly person comforted.

"Don't get inked, just go up the mountain. Today is the time when the temple fair opens. I'm afraid you won't be able to squeeze in after a while. I also thank you for adding some gold leaf to the Buddha. I pray for blessings." A middle-aged wealthy businessman took a picture The purse at the waist urges the person in front.

"In Shangjing, there are quite a lot of destined people!"

Luo Porridge looked around, whether it was the mountain road on the side or the thousands of steps behind the plaque, they were all full of pilgrims, crowded with people, and he was not ashamed of his reputation as a throng of people.

Just looking carefully at the attires of those pilgrims, there are not many of them with the sourness of ordinary people in the market, and there are quite a few people wearing silk and satin, especially the bulging purses are particularly eye-catching. When they got up, the silver collided with a crisp sound.

"Those bald donkeys do do business."

Luo Porridge looked up, and found that all the beautiful scenery on the mountain had been preserved. In the most secluded place in the mountain, many pavilions, terraces, pavilions, artificial mountains and rivers were built for the dignitaries to live in. For a few days, you will not be disturbed by others.

On the top of Qingyuan Mountain, there are several majestic halls, which are also the places where all believers offer incense and pray for blessings. They are very majestic from a distance, which makes ordinary pilgrims feel a little pious, and they are willing to take out the money in their pockets to share with the Buddha. Get married.

"This benefactor..."

Under the archway, two monks were cleaning the fallen leaves on the ground. Seeing the hundreds of Tiqi who came suddenly, they frowned, but they didn't think too much about it.

After all, there is no one alive in the matter of Ganluting.

What's more, this is still in Shangjing City, and there are many dignitaries and dignitaries in the temple who offer incense on weekdays, and even those vicious generals have seen a lot, so naturally they don't have much vigilance.

"This benefactor, if you want to offer incense."

"Please take the next mountain road."

"Don't disturb other pilgrims."

An elderly sweeping monk looked at the leader Luo Porridge and walked over with a bit of displeasure on his face. After all, it was the time when the temple was fishing for silver every year, and someone brought hundreds of vicious people with him at this time. The old man stood at the door.

Doesn't this affect business?

"Pfft..."

Just as the old monk was halfway through his words, Luo Congee sent out the Xiuchun Knife in his hand, the tip of the knife pierced directly into his stomach, and after he stirred it vigorously, the latter fell to the ground on his back with his mouth open.

"Incense?"

"Let's leave it on the graves of you bald donkeys."

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Luo Porridge said coldly, not every temple has a hidden sweeping monk. After all, according to the temperament of these bald donkeys, if they had that kind of cultivation, their tails would have been raised to the sky long ago I went, where can I clean the fallen leaves at the mountain gate with peace of mind.

"call out……"

The remaining man turned pale when he saw this, and wanted to run away, but before he had time to step up the steps, a crossbow arrow shot straight from the back of his head.

"Lord Luo, there are too many pilgrims on the mountain, do you want to drive them down first?" Wang Ruling asked courteously after putting down the crossbow in his hand.

"Expulsion?"

"Aren't they all here to pray to God and Buddha to pray for peace?"

Luo Porridge looked at the endless stream of pilgrims on the mountain to enjoy the taste.

At this time,
The rest of the tyrants also rode over on horseback. Thousands of cavalry were so powerful that even fools knew that something had happened. All the pilgrims stopped and looked at the hostile Jinyiwei full of fear.

"The order is passed on, and 500 people will be assigned to drive all the pilgrims on the steps, mountain roads... to the main hall above, and another 1000 people will be left to seal off all the roads going down the mountain!"

"Whether he is a pilgrim who does not listen to the advice to go down the mountain, or a bald donkey who wants to take advantage of the chaos and escape, as long as he meets someone who goes down the mountain, he will be killed on the spot!"

"Pray to God and Buddha for protection all day long!"

"I don't know how many immoral things you have done?"

"I will let you all take a good look today, can the Buddha protect himself first?"

Looking at the pilgrims in front of him, Luo Porridge sneered and said, those believers who were still at the foot of the mountain before they had time to climb the mountain also stopped and felt like retreating.

Are you here and want to leave?
The cold Yanling knife forced those believers to climb the mountain together. Looking down from the sky, thousands of cavalry scattered and rushed to the roads down the mountain.

The hundreds of people who were pointed out simply got off their horses and went up the steps, like driving a flock of sheep, driving pilgrims from all over to the top of the mountain.

"The remaining 600 people will go up the mountain with me!"

Luo Porridge pulled out the Yanling Saber from his waist and ordered in a cold voice.

(End of this chapter)