I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 422 Chapter 426 Ming County in Crisis (3 More)
a few days later.

Outside Daming Temple, Ming County.

Changsun House.

The family of lay disciples that Daming Temple relies on to maintain the stability of Daming Temple's territory, its inner power spreads across the clean and bright line, and its troops are strong and strong.

At this time, in the upper hall of the mansion, the eldest grandson patriarch entertained guests from all over the world.

Everyone sits behind the long table, on which there are exquisite delicacies and fragrant wines.

"Everyone, please use it, don't be polite, treat this place as your own home, and don't need to see outsiders."

The eldest grandson Wuwo, who was dressed in a gorgeous robe, sat at the head with a warm attitude.

"I don't know why all the brothers-in-law are here?"

His eyes scanned, but his heart was extremely cloudy and uncertain.

The people in front of him are not ordinary people, they are all powerful people from one sect and aristocratic family.

Red Maple Valley, Gu Family, Yuanshui Pavilion, Pure Land Sect, and Bliss Hall were all people, but what made him even more uneasy was Lingsi.

Both Ling Temple and the Daming Temple that Changsun's family served belonged to the Tathagata branch, but in these years, there had been many dissatisfaction between the two temples. If it hadn't been suppressed by the Daleiyin Temple, the two temples would have fought.

In recent years, Buddhism has become more and more prosperous.

When the imperial power of the Tang Dynasty fell to the bottom, temples flourished.

As the saying goes, prosperity must decline.

Unscrupulously recruiting monks and expanding monk soldiers, the temple gradually lost its peaceful atmosphere.

The quality of the monks is uneven, which makes the reputation of the temple gradually tarnished.

"We came here because we wanted to invite my brother to join us in a big event and to seek a future for our family."

The head of the Gu family laughed a few times.

Changsun Wuwo looked at Patriarch Gu's contemptuous eyes, trembled all over, pondered for a few times in his heart, and soon had a guess that frightened him.

"event?"

He pretended not to understand, and said in confusion.

"Drink, we don't talk about big things today."

Suddenly, the black air in the hall gathered in front of it, forming an extremely strange black lotus, just looking at it can make people's mind sink.

There was a murderous intent in the black lotus, causing Changsun Wuwo to get up quickly, a little embarrassed, and walked out, his body crawling in front of him.

"Greetings to Demon Heaven."

Mo Tianyu sneered, "I heard that you don't want to talk about big things?"

The eldest grandson Wuwo's ​​body trembled, and he kowtowed repeatedly.

"Don't you dare, don't you dare, of course we are talking about important matters, but if Fan Motian has any orders, just open your mouth, my eldest grandson's family will definitely abide by it, and will not dare to disobey."

Mo Tian nodded, didn't say anything, turned into black air, turned around and left with Heilian.

The eldest grandson Wuwo didn't listen to Motian's words for a long time, he frowned, and just when he was about to raise his head, the Lord of the Palace of Bliss next to him spoke calmly.

"Brother Wu, the World-Honored Demon Heaven is gone. I am waiting for a big event. To the World-Honored Demon Heaven, it is just a small matter. We can just talk about it between you and me."

At this time, the eldest grandson Wuwo didn't dare to have any small thoughts.

Motian's prestige has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in these years, Motian is not as easy-talking as Buddhist monks, but anyone who is favored by Motian but does not follow his orders, then destroying factions and families will happen from time to time.

"We don't need my brother to do something too risky, that is, some of our people will pass through the territory managed by your eldest grandson's family, but we don't want people in Daming Temple to know."

Patriarch Gu said.

The eldest grandson Wuwo immediately came to his senses, and even said, "I understand, I understand, I will tell people to do it."

He sat back in his seat and opened his mouth to shout.

"Come on."

The boundary of Qinghu.

The sky is full of red clouds, the rising sun is rising, and the breeze is stirring the fallen leaves.

A sedan chair was running across the forest.

"what?"

Li Ye in the sedan chair let out a slight gasp, as if he had sensed something interesting.

"To the left."

With a sound of his landing, the direction of the sedan chair changed, heading to the left.

Bang bang.

With iron hooves on the ground, a large group of warriors with swords and knives, riding horses, galloped quickly on the straight road leading to the border of Ming County, flying away in dust.

"Brother, going to Daming Temple this time is extremely dangerous, is it really possible?"

Someone asked with a puzzled expression.

"Do everything humanly and do great things, there are bound to be big risks, don't worry, this time it's not just my family, the eminent monks of Daming Temple, and people from the Great Sun's life are also dealing with it, we just need to get rid of some miscellaneous hairs.

You follow me closely when the time comes, and I will protect you well. "

The person at the front said without looking back.

"Yes."

What these people didn't know was that at this time, a sedan chair was crossing the canopy next to them, and Li Ye, who was sitting in the sedan chair, heard their conversation.

He smiled.

"This is interesting. If the water is cut off, the direction should be Daming Temple. Then what will he do then?"

In another direction, a figure stood abruptly on top of the tree canopy.

With a slender figure, a flowing headband, and long hair fluttering, the running water looks at the galloping horses not far away, and his eyes are shining.

"Fellowship, oh, my Buddha."

Just listen, he snorted coldly.

He knew very well that someone must be plotting against him.

But so what?
Anyway, he was about to go to Daming Temple, no matter whether Daming was robbed before or after, as long as one escaped, unless he didn't want to take revenge, he would always be involved.

His footsteps were leaping, without anyone noticing, and he followed far behind this menacing group of men and horses.

Ming County.

The smooth ground paved with bluestone, the streets as far as the eye can see, and the houses of various styles on both sides. Compared with the people in other places, many people live much better than the people in other regions.

The doorway, which can accommodate three carriages in parallel, can be described as a rush of traffic, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians and warriors coming and going.

The carriage with the Daming Temple in it is very empty and enters through the door opening.

Huo Ran, the drivers of the cart were several monks, who were in charge of purchasing from Daming Temple.

"I haven't been here for five days, and there are so many warriors in the city?" one of the monks said.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, and he saw many people in the martial arts with swords and knives.

Compared with what he saw and heard five days ago, the proportion of warriors has increased a lot.

"Really? Why don't I think so?"

Another monk retorted.

He entered the city every day and didn't savor it carefully. He recalled that there were more warriors every day, and the extra warriors in the city didn't make him feel awkward.

"Hurry up, it's a bit late today." Another monk urged.

The speaker has no intention, and the listener has no intention.

Regarding the changes in the city, the monks didn't care about it, and went to ponder it carefully.

The prestige of Daming Temple spread far and wide, and these monks lived in a comfortable life, without vigilance.

They are unintentional.

But some of the martial artists next to them were interested by the listeners. Someone secretly looked at each other, making eye contact, and communicating with strange gestures.

The fixed route, the purchase of daily necessities for the temple, walked around the street, and gradually, the loading carriage was filled with a pile of goods.

The monks didn't stay in the city either, they went out of the city after a small half circle.

Halfway through the walk, the sound of fighting in the aisle resounded.

There was a symphony of fighting.

Only some blood mixed with mud on the ground explained everything that happened here, which was a little dirty.

(End of this chapter)