The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Du Que held Zhang Sheng's letter and thought deeply. His eyes were focused, as if he had entered the tense situation described in the letter. He knew that the current situation was very critical and he could no longer sit idly by.

Monk Huiming slowly raised his head and looked firmly at General Du Que.

Du Que nodded, understanding the emergency situation at hand. His hand slowly closed the letter and placed the paper on the table. His eyes were serious and he began to think about his next plan of action.

"This guy robs the people, has despicable moral character, and is crazy." Monk Huiming's voice was full of indignation and anger. His hand held the letter tightly, as if he was indignant at the unjust behavior described in the letter.

Du Que frowned, knowing it was time to take action. He nodded and said: "The commander-in-chief leads the army and has always taken the maintenance of justice and order as his own responsibility. He will not tolerate any illegal things. This kind of crime cannot be tolerated."

Du Que said to Monk Huiming: "Okay, thank you Master! In this case, if the matter is urgent, I won't let you stay. Please go back to Pujiu Temple to report the news. Just say that I will lead the army and rush there now!" "

Monk Huiming clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, General, for your help! General, you must arrive as soon as possible!"

"He has committed countless crimes. If the general ignores them and allows the thieves to do whatever they want, the consequences will be disastrous." Monk Huiming's voice was full of worry, and his eyes were fixed on General Du Que, as if hoping that he could understand what he was doing now. Urgency.

Du Que nodded.

"What's worse, if you just sit back and do nothing, hiding something from the court and the Holy One." There was a hint of warning in Monk Huiming's voice. He hoped that the general understood that this was not only for the sake of the people, but also for the peace of the court.

Du Que's expression changed slightly, and he understood that this was also a warning to him. He should not allow the rule of the court to be threatened, he must take action to restore order.

"If you send troops to exterminate these troubles, the people will rejoice, the war will cease, and a great victory will be achieved. The songs will spread all over the world, and your reputation will be spread to the Jinluan Palace of the Imperial Palace." Monk Huiming's voice revealed his concern. The general's expectations, he believed that the general's power could change everything.

Du Que stood up, his eyes stern.

"Thank you for your reminder, Master Huiming. I will rush to Pujiu Temple immediately to rescue the victims and maintain the stability of the court." General Du Que said solemnly.

Du Que stood in the center of the military tent, his eyes blazing and a calm expression on his face. He took a deep breath and began to issue orders.

"Although there is no order from the Holy One to send troops, the general is in the army and the emperor's orders are not obeyed." General Du Que's voice was steady and powerful.

Behind the general, a sergeant stood upright, waiting for his order. He was holding a large flag, which represented the majesty and authority of the general. Its appearance made the soldiers present feel awe.

"All armies, large and small, listen to my general's order: quickly attack 5000 men and horses, all the men and horses will be killed." General Du Que's voice echoed in the tent, and his order was clear and unambiguous.

The sergeant immediately took action and conveyed the order to various ministries. The soldiers quickly got ready, checked their equipment, and prepared to go. The armor was gleaming, swords and guns were interlaced, and the entire military camp was instantly full of vitality and fighting spirit.

"Start off at starry night and go straight to Pujiu Temple in Hezhong Prefecture." General Du Que's order was word for word, as hard as iron.

Outside the tent, dots of bonfires flickered in the night, and the army was ready and waiting to set off. General Du Que's order was conveyed to the ears of every soldier, and everyone understood the urgency and importance of the task.

The atmosphere in the tent was solemn and solemn, and every soldier knew that they would face the stars and gallop under the night to the Pujiu Temple.

The soldiers lined up in neat lines, waiting for the order to set off.

"Go!" General Du Que's order resounded throughout the military camp. The big flag in front of the tent fluttered in the wind, and 5000 troops began to move forward. Their steps were firm and powerful, the light of their swords and guns flashed in the night sky, and the stars seemed to light up the front for them on their way forward.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo, Abbot Farben and Zhang Sheng were sitting in the Buddhist hall of Pujiu Temple. The dim candlelight illuminated this sacred place, and the willow trees outside the window were swaying gently in the breeze. The Buddhist temple is filled with a peaceful atmosphere, with thick cigarette smoke filling the air and a faint scent of sandalwood.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo sat on the side of the Buddhist hall. Although her face was a little haggard, she was still solemn and solemn. She was wearing a simple and elegant dress, her hair was tied into a bun with gold hairpins, and her eyebrows were solemn. She closed her eyes, clasped her hands, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures, hoping to find a solution to her current predicament.

Abbot Faben sat in the center of the Buddhist hall, his eyes were profound, as if he could see into people's hearts. He was wearing a dark brown monk's robe, and his head was bald, but his breath was as calm as a mountain. He gently turned the rosary beads in his hand, and each bead made a faint sound as it slid between his fingertips. He knew that the situation at this moment was very urgent and he needed to think calmly.

Zhang Sheng sat beside the two elders. His face was pale and his brows were furrowed. He hoped that his letter could be conveyed to his sworn brother, General Du Que, and that help would arrive as soon as possible.

Qintong stood solemnly behind Zhang Sheng, ready to serve the gentleman at any time. But my heart was full of disdain, thinking: "Humph, Zhang Junrui, your warlord sworn brother hasn't come to save you yet, but what should I do with this playboy like you? I'm not in a hurry, you can see me in this Buddhist temple." My matchmaker sister, isn’t it wonderful?”

He kept looking furtively at the matchmaker who was standing behind Mrs. Cui Xiangguo.

The matchmaker also looked over at Qintong. When their eyes met, both of them were filled with excitement. The matchmaker unconsciously blushed and lowered her head in shame.

Qin Tong was secretly happy and was about to take a few more glances when Zhang Sheng let out a long sigh.

"Abbot Faben, madam, it's been two days since I wrote the letter, and I haven't received any reply. I'm really worried." Zhang Sheng's voice was full of anxiety. He felt that time was passing, and every moment might affect the safety of Pujiu Temple.

Abbot Farben stopped holding the rosary in his hand and looked at Zhang Sheng quietly, his eyes revealing thoughtfulness. "Young people, worry and anxiety are not going to make things better. We need to be calm."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo continued to recite Buddhist scriptures silently. She raised her eyelids, snorted and said, "Zhang Sheng, I can understand your concerns. I hope your sworn brother, the general, can arrive in time."

Zhang Sheng nodded, trying to calm down his emotions. He knew that the two elders were right, and it was easy to make mistakes in a hurry at this time. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down.

The candlelight in the Buddhist hall flickered, and time seemed to pass slowly amidst the long bells. Everyone fell into silence, everyone prayed in their hearts and looked for the way forward.

The air is filled with the fragrance of cigarettes, and the sense of tranquility in the temple permeates every corner.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's palms were gently clasped together, and she was chanting Buddhist scriptures on her lips, praying for Pujiu Temple and praying for God's blessing. There was a hint of solemnity on her face.

Abbot Farben's eyes were still deep. He sat up straight, his rosary beads sliding in his hands, and each bead clicked regularly. His heart was as calm as water and he was ready for everything.

Suddenly, Zhang Sheng's brows frowned slightly, and he raised his head towards the direction of the temple gate. His ears seemed to catch some sounds, and after listening carefully, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Madam, Abbot Farben, did you hear it? There seems to be shouting and waving of flags outside the mountain gate. Could it be that my sworn brother, General Du, has arrived?" Zhang Sheng's voice was full of excitement and expectation. He stood up, his eyes focused. Staring in the direction of the mountain gate.

Qintong's eyes flashed, and he reluctantly moved away from the matchmaker and looked towards the mountain gate.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Abbot Farben also stood up after Zhang Sheng. Their eyes also looked towards the mountain gate, trying to see clearly what was going on outside. This sudden news shocked them, and they were not sure whether reinforcements were really coming.

The matchmaker quickly stepped forward to support Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and couldn't help but look at her.

Outside the Buddhist hall of Pujiu Temple, shouts coming closer and closer came from the direction of the mountain gate. The shouts seemed like a surging tide, accompanied by the sound of gongs, drums and cheers, which was inspiring.

A novice monk opened the mountain gate to watch. Zhang Sheng couldn't wait to step out of the Buddhist hall, and Qintong followed closely. The two of them stared at the mountain gate. Under the faint moonlight, they saw a group of figures, waving flags and shouting, quickly approaching Pujiu Temple.