Chapter 837 Dusong Mangbuzhi and the Daxueshan Temple!

Chapter 837

Dalun Qinling looked up, and saw a guard of the royal capital stretching out his arm, on which was a strong-boned, graceful figure, and a powerful golden-eyed vicious bird. 【】

This ferocious bird is completely different from the birds of Uzbek Tibet, the Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains, and the Eastern and Western Turkic Khanates. There is only one place in the entire continent that produces this ferocious bird.

It's a large hunting falcon!

In an instant, all the officials in the hall changed their faces.

"Great Prime Minister! A letter from Dashi from the West"

The tall guard of the royal capital strode in with a bird in his hand, but just as he opened his mouth, before he could finish a sentence, he saw the grand minister of the empire, Qin Ling, raised his wrist in the hall, and there was a wave of pain as thick as a finger. Qi Po pointed out, and smashed the big hunting falcon, together with the letter paper on the ankle, with one finger, all the flesh and feathers turned into blood mist and fine powder, flying all over the sky.

The guards of the capital stood blankly at the gate, their expressions were astonished, and they couldn't say a word for a while.

"Understood, you go down first!"

Da Lun Qinling waved his hand, said calmly, and put his fingers back into his sleeves while speaking. As for all the officials in the hall, none of them felt that there was anything excessive about Qinling's actions. Uzang and the Great Food Empire, long before the influence of the Tang Dynasty penetrated into the Western Regions, they had fought against each other many times for the power of the Western Regions.

The two sides suffered heavy casualties, each had its own victory and defeat, and this state lasted for more than a thousand years. Although they occasionally cooperate with each other, they are more of a competitive relationship. It can be said that they are old enemies in the Western Regions. In particular, not long ago, the Dashi Empire took advantage of the Southwest War and the annihilation of Ali's royal family to attack the Uzang Empire with poison, completely snatching away all the formulas and achievements of the giant army.

The only point of cooperation between the two sides was completely broken.

In the current Uzbek Empire, food is a taboo!

"Yes Yes!"

Seeing clearly that it was Dalun Qinling who was speaking, a look of fear flashed in the eyes of the guards of the capital, bowed and saluted, and left quickly.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now, Zhenzhu, last time I asked you to solve the sheep plague, how did you do?"

Talk about Qinling Road.

"Back to the prime minister,

According to your instructions, we successfully found the formula to solve sheep plague from a teacher in Longxi. The spies have successfully brought the formula back. "

Your Highness, said a minister from Uzbek.

"Very good. Compared with the war in the north, this matter is our most important thing. Let's solve the sheep plague as soon as possible!"

Da Lun Qinling said indifferently.

"Yes! Prime Minister!"

"call!"

The cold wind howled, blowing down from mid-air, rolling down bursts of snow and mist.

Just over 2,000 miles away from the royal capital, in an inaccessible place, a huge mountain stands tall. This mountain stretches for a distance of hundreds of miles. The mountain is like a knife and an ax chisel, extending all the way up. The highest peak is thousands of feet high, straight into the depths of the sky. The highest part of the mountain is covered with snow. From a distance, the whole mountain range is majestic and magnificent, which makes people awe-inspiring.

This is the holy place of Uzang, where the Daxue Mountain Temple is located, and the source of all myths and legends of Uzang.

Although the entire Uzbek Empire is far from entering the cold winter season, the top of the Daxue Mountain is constantly snowing all year round, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, without interruption. This is also a vision unique to the entire Great Snow Mountain. At this moment, a high-spirited figure of seven feet knelt down at the foot of the mountain, with his head on the ground, motionless.

The armor on his body was broken, and many places were stained black and red by bruises. It seemed that he had experienced a thrilling and dangerous life-and-death fight.

As early as a month ago, this figure had already appeared here, regardless of wind, sun, or rain, it never stopped and did not waver, just like a most devout and humble believer. If you don't know, it's hard to believe that this unkempt figure with torn armor is the entire Wusi Zang's famous and intimidating imperial general Du Songmang Buzhi.

"My lord, you'd better go, the holy monk will not agree to you. The Daxueshan Temple has never intervened in secular wars thousands of years ago, and it will not be even more so now."

I don't know how long it took before a voice suddenly sounded. Right in front of Dusong Mangpoje, a monk with a bald head, a single robe, and bare feet walked away from a high place with one hand clasped together. down. Even with Dusong Mangpoje's cultivation base, he couldn't hear his footsteps clearly. His eyes are gentle and calm like a bottomless lake, able to calm all distracting thoughts in one's heart.

"Things are different this time. This is not a secular war. Those who defeated me were sect masters from Middle Earth. These people can only be dealt with by people in the holy temple. I hope the master can tell the holy monk and help me."

Dusong Mangbuzhi knelt down on the ground, lowered his head, and said respectfully.

"oh?"

The bald monk's calm lake-like eyes finally fluctuated for a moment, but he quickly recovered his calm:

"It's useless, the holy monk will not make an exception easily, please go back, my lord! No matter how long you kneel here, it will be useless."

As soon as the voice fell, the bald monk quickly turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step, only to disappear in the direction of the top of the mountain after a while.

Dusong Mangpoje knelt on the ground, his eyes hard to hide the color, but even so, he still had no intention of leaving. Still kneeling on the ground, as if petrified.

Time passed slowly, the sun rose and the moon set, day after day, I don't know how long it took, and there was another sound of footsteps in my ears.

"Master, don't persuade me, I will not leave."

Dusong Mangbu didn't even raise his head.

"I'm not a master, but I'm here to persuade you to leave."

A powerful and energetic voice sounded in Dusong Mangbuche's ears. Dusong Mangbuche looked up and looked up, only to see an imperial general in fiery red armor with a long knife on his waist , standing in front of him like a god.

Wave after wave of powerful aura appeared on his body, like a storm, suffocating endlessly.

"Huoshu Guicang?!"

Dusong Mangbuzhi looked surprised, he never thought that a general from Ali's royal family would appear here.

"It's useless, the temple won't take action. If you want to kneel until the holy monk comes forward, I'm afraid I can't help you. But if you just want to deal with that Tang Wang Chong, maybe I know another one The method can help you."

Huoshu Guizang looked at Dusong Mangbuzhi and said:

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the young Marquis of Wushang has been promoted to the Qixi Chief Protector, taking over Fumeng Lingcha's position."

"What?!"

Dusong Mangpoje was shaken all over, and finally showed a look of shock.

"Now you understand, when he only had 5,000 troops, he already defeated you and Dayan Mangpoje. When he is promoted to the Qixi Grand Protector, you can imagine what it means to our Uzbek Empire." What. As far as I know, he is still building a city in the triangle gap. In the future, I am afraid that not only will we completely lose Qixi and the Western Regions, and lose the entrance to the Tang Dynasty, but also our own territory will be destroyed by the Tang Dynasty. invasion."

Huo Shu Guizang said calmly.

Dusong Mangbuzhi came here a month ago, so he didn't know about the changes in the outside world, but Huoshu Guizang came here prepared, and he knew everything about it clearly.

"You can choose to continue kneeling here, or leave with me to meet someone, and we will deal with that young man of the Tang Dynasty together! Believe me, I am afraid that only that person can help you deal with that Wang Chong now."

Huoshu returned to Tibet.

"who?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

Dusong Mangpoje did not speak, but raised his head and looked at the huge and majestic mountains in front of him. Following the end of Dusong Mangpoje's gaze, looking all the way over, I saw this majestic and vast snow mountain, along the halfway up the mountain, there are ancient temples with yellow outer walls, scattered in order, mixed up and down, Like a belt, it stretches towards the top of the white-capped mountain.

And at the top of the mountain, high above all the temples, a small red temple stands there. Although it looks as thin as a sesame seed from a distance, there is a majestic and ancient aura bursting out of the air, like the center of the universe, overlooking the world indifferently, detachedly and sacredly.

——There is the most ancient and sacred place in the whole plateau, the real Daxueshan Temple!

"well!"

Dusong Mangpoje sighed deeply, and finally stood up. Perhaps, as the master said, the Holy Land has always been detached from the world and does not intervene in the secular world. No matter how long I knelt here, Holy Land would still not make a move. Compared with Wu Piaomiao's sustenance on the Holy Land, after all, Huoshu Guizang, who was also a general at the side, seemed more realistic.

"Let's go!"

Dusong Mangpoje finally turned his head and looked at Huoshu Guizang beside him. At that moment, Huo Shu Guizang finally revealed a rare smile.

"You won't regret it!"

Turning around, the two walked out side by side, side by side. However, just as the two of them left from the foot of the mountain and passed an ancient tree that had grown for thousands of years, suddenly, a calm, lofty voice came from behind.

"General!"

The voice rumbled like thunder:

"This is what the holy monk asked me to give you."

Hum, the wind howled, the two of them turned their heads, and in their stunned gazes, they saw a black spot that had grown from small to large, thrown down from the highest mountain temple in Daxue Mountain. It landed on the ground not far in front of the two with a bang. Dingqing looked, and saw that it was a wooden box about one foot long, wrapped in a piece of yellow-brown cloth, shaking in the air current.

"The Holy Land will not take action, nor will it kill people, and the holy monk will not leave the temple for you. But even so, the Holy Land is not unable to help you. In this box, there is a magic weapon of the temple, as long as you sacrifice it , no matter how powerful the opponent is, he can be trapped inside and cannot move. Take it! This should help you!"

Yu Yu curled up, echoing endlessly in mid-air.

This time, not only Dusong Mangbuzhi, but even Huoshu Guizang showed surprise. The magical artifacts of the temple have always been heard only from rumors, but never seen. Huoshu Guizang has been to the temple so many times and practiced here for so long, but he has never seen it before. Unexpectedly, after more than a month of worship, Dusong Mangbuchi moved the temple and bestowed a magic weapon.

"Thank you, Holy Monk!"

Dusong Mangbuzhi was overjoyed.

Picking up the box on the ground, the two quickly left.