Heartless

The important task of arresting fugitives cannot be delayed, as long as the red sun rises and illuminates the pass city, Ye Qianlang orders Yu Luowang to divide his troops into two groups, one to hunt down Zuo Yang's remnants who escaped in the desert, and the other to investigate The whereabouts of the sword.The servant under his command had just been ordered to go out, and after walking a few steps, he saw that the room in Kou Biancheng was empty, perhaps he had hurriedly left the inn before dawn.

Not only that person, but even the man with a different face and the beauty disguised as a man have disappeared.

The bed was tidy, the bedding was clean, and there was a faint smell of wine in the room, as if no one had ever been there.

"My lord, I'm gone." Xiao Er didn't know what kind of lord he was, so he just followed those fierce swordsmen in addressing him.Seeing that Ye Qianlang was standing still, he called out to him, walked into the room, and pushed open a heavy wooden window——

The spring is quiet, and the night is far away.At this moment, the clouds and rain are clearing, the sky is bright, the sun is about to come in, the bead curtains are shining brightly, and there is a scene of magnanimity and clarity.

It seems that last night, the sand was rolling in the sand, and the moonlight was rubbing together, just like a drunken dream.

For a few days, Jin Yiwei searched for people inside and outside the Guancheng, but most of the rebellious party members were wounded and reckless men with two children by their side. The entire city was dug three feet, searched carefully inside and out, searched every corner, but didn't even see a ghost, as if a group of people just disappeared out of thin air.

Seeing that the deadline given by Wei Zhongxian before Beijing is getting closer, Ye Qianlang doesn't seem to be in a hurry to find a cure for the symptoms, and has leisure time to visit the city with Luo Wang.

There is an ancient song: there has always been ups and downs, and fighting is not willing to give up.

Ever since the Mu clan returned to the Song Dynasty during the reign of Emperor Yongxi, I don’t know if it’s because the subsequent emperors didn’t like to engage in military affairs, or maybe it’s because they couldn’t catch up with them when they were in prosperity, and they didn’t have time to look around when they were in decline. Therefore, this land and the war The fighting is getting farther and farther away, like a few leftover pearls in the sand sea, among which Guancheng is rich and rich, not inferior to the capital. One step to a temple, one hundred steps to a beacon.

Thousands of hectares of yellow sand, on the contrary, make the sky even higher.After walking for half a day, they finally had a chance to rest their feet. The two walked into a restaurant, where there were very few drinkers, just in time to seek some peace and quiet.

Call Xiao Er to put some jars of good wine, Ye Qianlang sits by the window, looking out from the window, it is the tallest pagoda temple in the city, the hall is nine rooms wide, six feet high, the interior of the temple is glazed walls, The eaves are covered with gilt tiles, and a golden statue of Sakyamuni stands on the top of the pagoda, which is made of pure gold. It is really "the bodies of all Buddhas are golden, and all blessings are solemn."

On the street, there are sellers of Ganoderma lucidum and Fritillaria ginseng, and there are also sellers of tortoiseshell rhinoceros horn tourmalines.In order to attract customers, teahouses and restaurants each sent people to play huqin and dance Qiang dance in front of the door, making Yingtian very lively.

It's just that the number of monks on the street in the past two days has been much denser than in the past. You can see some monks in red robes and yellow hats almost everywhere, holding a prayer wheel in one hand and holding a vajra or law enforcement iron rod in the other. He muttered the sutras incessantly, but his eyes kept wandering around, obviously looking for something.

There are also some foreign monks who harass the vendors along the street from time to time. Although Luo Wang does not understand the language, he can also figure out from those ugly expressions that those foreign monks are full of bad words. How can there be any monks who are compassionate? look like.

Luo Wang looked away from those foreign monks, got up and poured a bowl of wine for Ye Qianlang: "Muhe's great promotion of Buddhism and the construction of temples are really just trying to win over the various sects of Buddhism and the majority of the people. Staring at him, this old dog doesn't stop! The people in this place don't know the Emperor Tianqi in Beijing, but they all rely on his breath. The subordinates found out that the chieftain's ax and halberd have been standing like an enemy for the past two days. I'm afraid that the old Pooch knows that Your Excellency is coming, but he doesn't know why His Excellency is here this time, so he is afraid that the two sides are fighting, and it's too much."

Even the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Commander Ye, may not pay attention to it, so why would he take a sip of the wine bowl for a chieftain and some monks: "This small Guancheng has twenty more for no reason. A new face, if Muhe doesn't notice it again, what face is there to rule the Northwest—"

Luo Wang also took a sip of the wine in the bowl, as if swallowing a mouthful of fire, which made his wrist tremble, but saw Ye Qianlang's phoenix eyes sweeping towards the waiter at the next table, and said, "Come here."

Xiao Er was shocked when he heard the call, the wind and sand in the border area was heavy, and everyone was ashamed, but this young man was as beautiful as a dazzling array of beauty, not stained by a speck of dust, especially the slender waist tied with white jade belts, it was so romantic Gotta beat a bitch.

It's just that the more he thinks about it, the more he must be a sick child, otherwise his face would be so pale and frightening.So he agreed casually: "Guest officer, what else can I order?"

"There is a pot of shochu, but two half bowls of water are mixed." Ye Qianlang raised his eyes and looked at Xiaoer, "Is it true?"

The man looked calm and spoke softly, but there was a chill rushing towards his face, which made people feel his bones inexplicably, Xiao Er shivered for a while, and stammered: "No, it's not... the small, small shop sells the best. It is absolutely impossible to mix--"

Before the words were finished, I saw the young master in front of me tap the wine jar lightly with his fingers, and a strange force passed through him. Before he could react, he heard a loud crash behind him.

He turned around in response, he was not injured at all, but the huge mica screen had already been torn apart, scattered like powder.

"It doesn't matter if the wine is bad, if the wine is not strong, I'll take your head off and drink it." Commander Ye flicked his sleeves lightly, and said softly to the frightened Xiaoer, "Go."

The wine that was put on the table was already burning when it met the fire. Luo Wang dared not drink any more, but said: "In order to fight against Islam, there are a large number of these monks, and they all practice martial arts since childhood. They are a fighter that should not be underestimated." However, Mingli is a pure-hearted and ascetic Buddhist, but in fact, most of them have secretly voted for Mu He, and they have been working for tigers all day long, doing some dirty things."

"Not necessarily." Ye Qianlang shook his head, raised his hand and drank the strong wine in the bowl, "There are many sects of Buddhism, and Tibet is the most common. Although Muhe is a land of nine lands, he alone may not be able to Let all Buddhist disciples obey his orders."

Luo Wang seemed to be still worried: "However, according to Zhao Jin's inquiring news, this old dog seems to have colluded with Yidao Liancheng, and there are even rumors that Yidao Liancheng is Mu He's son-in-law who will soon marry the chieftain the only daughter."

Ye Qianlang seemed to have expected it, and he didn't raise his eyelids: "It's not surprising that officials and bandits colluded. There are nearly [-] troops under the command of a single sword. If there is no Mu He's secret support, is it true that you really only live by looting houses?"

Luo Wang thought about it carefully, and said: "Since it's in someone else's territory, why not let that Mu He come forward, thinking that he will get twice the result with half the effort."

Ye Qianlang shook his head decisively: "No."

"However, although Mu He is ambitious, he has always been very respectful to the factory owner. On the factory owner's birthday, he even specially sent someone to send congratulatory gifts to Beijing, thinking that he will definitely sell the adults a little bit, and dare not do things with all his heart... ..."

Ye Qianlang still said indifferently: "No."

"This subordinate has something I don't understand." Luo Wang was still more suspicious of the two words, and finally boldly said, "Emperor Tianqi in Beijing is dying, and he is nine thousand years old. He kept it a secret. He only said that the emperor fell into the water on a cruise ship and contracted a cold." , and at this critical juncture, sent adults to the desert to arrest fugitives, is there any relationship between the two?"

"Why do you see that?" Ye Qianlang's face was dull, and he didn't seem to be offended by his subordinates.

"Thinking that I chased and killed Lu Linchuan all the way, I had many opportunities to wipe out those chaotic parties, so I said that in the desert that day, a random arrow would make them unable to fly. Why did your lord let them live again?" Paused , Luo Wang took a deep breath and said, "This subordinate dares to guess that your lord's trip is not for arresting the rebels..."

"That's right," Ye Qianlang nodded slightly, "I really want to get something for the factory owner..."

"May I ask my lord, what does the factory owner want?"

Ye Qianlang asked instead: "Do you know that the Fifth Karmapa was conferred the title of Emperor Yongle?"

"My subordinates know. I heard that Emperor Yongle received Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's dream and invited Karmapa Master to the palace to teach the Dharma. It coincided with a severe epidemic in the army. Within a month, there were a mountain of dead in the camp, and even the imperial hospital was helpless. Master Walking to the military camp, they showed the boundless power of Buddhism, and thousands of soldiers recovered without medicine. Emperor Yongle was grateful for the Buddha's grace, and conferred the honorary title of "Great Treasure Dharma King" on his master." Luo Wang's face was serious, and he said, "The factory owner wants to take it. Does something have anything to do with this?"

"After the fifth Karmapa's pilgrimage, a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha appeared in his heart, which was burned for a long time without destroying it, and turned into a real body relic that has transformed into a god. However, the Western Regions were gradually invaded by Islam, and followers of the two religions continued to be hunted down. The flames of war spread to Jincheng and Tubo, and the Dharma king's relics that were originally enshrined in the stupa in Tibet were forced to flow into Han, and finally fell into Zuo Guangji's hands."

After pondering for a while, Luo Qianhu seemed to understand the reason, but he showed disbelief: "My lord really believes that this dharma king relic has no magic power and can bring Emperor Tianqi back to life?"

"I don't believe it, but I have to believe it." Ye Qianlang turned the wine cup with his fingers and said calmly, "If the emperor dies and believes in the king ascending the throne, you and I will not escape the fate of exposing our corpses in the market." .”

Xiao Er was so frightened that he didn't dare to show up. There was no movement in the inn, but there was a sudden noise outside.

It turned out that three or two monks were greedy for the beauty of a female trafficker, and actually touched her in broad daylight, and the female trafficker also had a seven or eight-year-old son who grabbed one of the female traffickers by the hand in order to save his mother. The monk's robe was kicked a long distance by the opponent, and he fainted immediately.

Luo Wang is not a person who does not know what is important and what is important, after all, he is in other people's territory, so he can control his own size, and he can't let his temper mess around.However, the scene in front of him recalled all kinds of things in the past, his face turned from yellow to blue, his body trembled, and he shattered the wine cup that was in his hand on the table.

All the children adopted by Wang An were born in hardships, and Ye Qianlang knew that this scene made Luo Wang think of an unbearable past event—it was a shame for a young man to witness his mother being raped to death by soldiers. What kind of hatred and regret, what kind of bitterness and resentment, this is a regret that even a fat horse and a light fur can't make up for it in the future.

"You can go if you want." Commander Ye actually allowed this subordinate to comfort his heart, "Remember to be quick, and don't lose my face."

A flash of gratitude flashed in Luo Wang's eyes, but because of his own status, he still didn't dare to act rashly: "Subordinates...don't dare to spoil the matter of your lord..."

Unexpectedly, before he could react in time, the people around him put a palm on his back, and the force of the palm burst out, throwing him down the stairs.

Luo Qianhu slashed out with a gust of wind, knowing that no one would be killed, so with a little bit of strength, he had already forced a foreign monk back a few steps.

He took out some silver taels from his waist, threw it to the mother and son, shouted "Go quickly" to them, and was involved in the battle in an instant.

Although the mother and son were not Han Chinese, they knew that the situation was critical, so they packed up their clothes and fled in a hurry.

In a blink of an eye, there are monks in red robes and yellow hats around him.The dozen or so foreign monks didn't do anything first, instead they turned the prayer wheels in their hands faster and faster, surrounded Luo Wang, shaking their heads and reciting scriptures--Luo Wang was most unfamiliar with monks on weekdays, and this Sanskrit scripture It was even more weird, after listening for a while, Fang felt that the true energy in his body was hard to lift, and his limbs were so weak, it seemed that all his kung fu had been exhausted with such a light and delicate technique.

Ye Qianlang, who was standing upstairs, felt his body tremble unconsciously, and his back was soaked in cold sweat for a moment. He immediately operated the Five Yin Burning Heart Jue to seal several vital acupoints in his heart, and only then was he spared from the chanting. The influence of sound.It turns out that what these foreign monks practice is a set of internal martial arts of "beating cattle across mountains", which is not lethal to ordinary people who have no martial arts background, but the more advanced their internal skills are, the easier it is for them to be confused. Temporary loss of internal strength will injure the heart vessels in severe cases, causing countless future troubles.

"Seal the three acupoints of Lingxu, Tianchi, and Qimen, and the true energy will be reversed for a week!" Ye Qianlang's eyes were as deep as a well, and although he raised Luo Wang aloud, he had no intention of helping.

Just now when he pushed his capable subordinate downstairs, he decided to let him try the water first.Commander Ye had a vague premonition that if Mu He was involved in this errand, he might sooner or later have a fierce battle with these monks.

The world is like a scale, and all living beings are chess pieces.

Only those who are on the outside can see clearly the ever-changing situation.

In a blink of an eye, Luo Wang and these foreign monks had already fought together. The eighteen foreign monks teleported and formed a set of formations, interspersed with each other to make up for gaps. Vajrapani Bodhisattva with three arms and three eyes has no gaps to break through.

Intrinsic sense big dense array.Ye Qianlang's eyes lit up suddenly, and a gleam of joy appeared on his gloomy face just now.

Commander Ye has long heard of the Primordial Enlightenment Great Dense Formation of Western Region monks. He once heard that it is exactly the same as the Eighteen Arhats Formation in Shaolin. , we know what we hear is true.

If we talk about fighting alone, these monks may not be Luo Wang's opponents, but I feel that the dense formation is really tight and difficult to break, and because the martial arts methods in the Western Regions and the Central Plains are completely different, it greatly increases its power.

Although they were holding heavy magic weapons, the gait of these monks was as light as a breeze, and the vajra pestle in their hands turned into a deadly weapon. Their moves were perfectly matched all the way, and they often hit Luo Qianhu's body hard.Looking at the people in the formation wrestling with the monks, they could neither get rid of nor kill them, like a live fish caught on the shore by a big net, and could barely survive.

Ye Qianlang was startled secretly, thinking that if he was in this formation at this moment, he might not have the slightest possibility of retreating completely.In just a few rounds of fighting between Luo Wang and the foreign monks, more than a dozen methods of breaking the formation have emerged in his mind, but he has to admit that these methods of breaking the formation have hidden dangers. It may not be able to account for some victories.Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel a lot of respect for the person who created this formation.

The harder Luo Wang fought, the harder it was to support him. After being hit by the law enforcement iron rod again, he spat out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Commander Ye's disregard of the lives and deaths of his subordinates was not entirely for the sake of precautions, but he was so obsessed with this exquisite formation that he forgot for a moment that his subordinates were in danger of life and death.Unexpectedly, at this time of crisis that cannot be tolerated, someone suddenly stretched out his sleeve and took care of this business for him——

Several hidden weapons flew from nowhere, only heard a few "swish", the monks fell to the ground in response, although they didn't hurt their vitals, they hit several vital points on their bodies.

Looking at the hidden weapons that hit the monks, they turned out to be a few gilded tiles.

Ye Qianlang looked up following the initial sound of the concealed weapon, and saw a person sitting on the roof of the opposite building, only a foot away from him.

A man in a white robe and a golden mask held a knife wrapped in black cloth in his hand, with his body half folded and half sideways, his sitting posture was quite frivolous and casual.

However, the momentum of ascending the heights and looking down at the mountains is completely self-contained, like a golden god of war, shining brilliantly.

Including those monks, the people on the street held their breath for a moment, and suddenly a shout broke out: "One knife connects the city, one sword connects the city!"

Then there was the sound of bowing down like a mountain roar and a tsunami. Even if the emperor was on a tour, it might not have such momentum.

Sure enough, it came.Ye Qianlang wasn't surprised or pleased, he just looked at him across the setting sun. He wasn't busy looking for Lu Linchuan these days, but he just deliberately waited for the other party to find him.

A pair of deep eyes looked at him with a half-smile, and jumped up suddenly with a sharp knife. With a flick of the sleeve of his robe, a long knife came out of its sheath—it was an unsharp knife.The color of the knife is black gold, and the blade is broad. Although there is no blood groove, it is decorated with engravings of coiled beetles. When it moves, the blood will shine out, and it is as coquettish as a living thing.

Ye Qianlang stared intently, and secretly praised this man's mere move for showing a harmonious saber intent, which has reached the state of perfect human saber.

Where the saber qi passed by, the gilt tiles were immediately pulled up, only the sound of pearls falling on a jade plate was heard, and a golden rain fell in the Guancheng.

No matter how fierce the monk was, the people who were kneeling on the ground rushed up and grabbed the gold that fell from the sky.