As a sergeant guarding the city gate, I encounter some strange people every year.
Among the people the sergeants disliked, Taoists, monks, and gangsters from evil countries were almost at the forefront.
It is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of these people from the fake, and their strength cannot be determined. Most of them do not have the integrity, so it is difficult to find out their identities.
Regardless of whether they are from the west, the north, or the south, no one knows what the character of these people is and whether they will do evil.
It's easy to simply open the mouth and let people go, but the pursuit of accountability after something went wrong gave the soldiers guarding the city a headache.
Some sergeants were fined for this, and some were determined to make money. As long as they made enough money, they would not feel bad when they were fined.
But when the sergeants take advantage, they will never think of hearing a few words, "Buddha bless you." Only real money can let these risk-takers without any "discipline" pass the test.
Zhang Xuezhou was stuck outside Yanmen Pass. After a while, Wu Chao and the tall monk were also stuck outside Yanmen Pass and were not allowed to enter.
"Buddha... Hey, I actually have a headache when I see this Eastern Land level!"
"Senior brother, why do you have a headache?"
"You will definitely have a headache after being beaten!"
The tall monk touched his head, obviously recalling not so good memories.
"Then it seems that you were beaten quite severely at that time!"
"To be honest, I overestimated my capabilities at the time, but you don't know that the direction I ran in was the same as that guy's. As a result, I was pushed back all the way by him!"
"All the way? Is this the road we walked for nearly half a year?"
"right!"
The tall monk agreed, which made Wu Chao feel somewhat sympathetic in his eyes.
"So the most powerful thing about you now is being beaten?" Wuchao asked.
"Wherever there are deficiencies, we must make up for them. Being impatient is obviously my deficiencies. I practice the Diamond Sutra, the Marrow Sutra, the Prajna Sutra, the Forty-Two Chapter Sutra, the Shurangama Sutra, and the Huayan Sutra just to solve this problem. If this is not enough, if my junior brother also wants to temper his physical body, he can also practice these scriptures with me," the tall monk replied.
"That's not necessary. I practice one thing and love another. I just like to practice the inheritance of the Yin-Yang family, and I am willing to bring the inheritance of the Yin-Yang family into my religion!"
Wuchao waved his hand, indicating that he could not change his practice.
His refusal made the tall monk sigh. He couldn't persuade his junior brother, so he had no choice but to persuade the city gate guards there.
It is not difficult to forcefully break through the checkpoints, and it is not difficult to sneak into the territory of the Han Dynasty from a poorly defended place. The difficulty lies in the fact that there is no "knot" at the entrance of Yanmen Pass. They have to break through or sneak into every place, and they have to sneak through every place. You can't enter and leave the city openly. If you are discovered, you may be wanted by the whole city.
This will make them timid in their actions.
To solve the problem, they obviously need to overcome the first hurdle, rather than leaving the problem to be solved elsewhere.
While the tall monk was pestering the guard sergeant to explain Buddhist rituals, Zhang Xuezhou glanced back and forth.
The city gate was obviously not a good place to meet again, and he had not yet washed off his disguise, so he would also have trouble entering the city.
As long as he is involved with Western religions, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will definitely have more headaches in the future.
"What are you looking at? I've never seen a monk before. Believe it or not, I'll shave your hair off and then gouge out your eyeballs!"
Being looked at by Zhang Xuezhou, Wu Chao couldn't help but yell loudly when his eyes shrank violently.
This gave Monk Gao Zhuang a big headache.
"Guard, please don't look at my junior brother's surly temperament. He is always shouting and killing, but my Buddha guides people to do good. He has changed his past completely due to my guidance, and he is just using his words!"
"hey-hey!"
The guard at Yanmen Pass sneered lightly.
Their premonition was indeed very accurate. There were not many good people involved in Taoist priests, monks, and people from the evil country.
If these people were lined up in a row and hacked to death one by one, at least five out of ten would not be innocent.
The two monks in front of me not only had problems with their origins, but also had very bad characters. If it weren't for this tall and strong monk who seemed to be somewhat honest and honest, these people would have been forked out.
"Brother Tathagata, you are not that good at controlling or anything like that. Control them to death," Wuchao shouted, "Let them kneel down and beg us to pass!"
"No more nonsense," Senior Brother Tathagata scolded: "You are so naughty, don't blame me for using the tight ring granted by the leader!"
"You are jealous of me and are trying every means to persecute me. I am just talking and you want my life." Wuchao shouted unwillingly: "You must want to kill me, the fifth son of the Buddha, and then inherit the mantle of the leader."
"Junior brother, you are too worried. How could I kill you? It's too late for me to help you." Senior Brother Tathagata said with a headache.
"You must want to kill me. If you don't kill me, you will let me be used as a human shield to be beaten by Lord Shiva, Brahma and Vishnu," Wuchao shouted.
"I'm so tough, I can't let you get beaten!"
Brother Tathagata had a headache on his face, and then he recited Buddhist sutras in a low voice to the guards, persuading the guards to let them pass.
"Hey... hey hey, you... these evil... holy monks come to our Eastern Land. This is the creation of our Eastern Land. We welcome you very much..."
The guard's eyes were wary and repulsive, but as Brother Tathagata chanted, the other party's demeanor softened, and he even took the initiative to greet him.
It wasn't until the army horses rushed in the distance, and the captain of the city gate guard led a horse, that the guards seemed to be back to normal, and they didn't want to let Senior Brother Tathagata and Wuchao go.
"General Zhang, that man named Du Gou got lost after leaving Shanggu County. He said he knew you!"
The captain of the city gate guard pointed in the direction, which made Zhang Qian look a little confused.
"General Zhang, come on, come on, do you still remember the last time you invited me to stay in a hotel in Chang'an City? We almost slept on the street. Later, we were imprisoned together and were sent to Lingnan!"
Zhang Xuezhou said that the first part was polite, but when he talked about the second part, it instantly reminded Zhang Qian of the hard days of the past three years and he also recognized the person in front of him.
"How did you end up like this?"
Zhang Qian looked at Zhang Xuezhou. He felt that his life was very miserable after his trip to Lingnan. He was often beaten by his superiors and suppressed.
Zhang Qian originally wanted to make great achievements, but he didn't expect that he would still be squatting at Yanmen Pass as a young general for three years and three years.
There were frequent wars in the Northern Military Region, but the situation in the Western Region was calm. He tried to make a contribution but failed, but the advantage was that he did not die in the war.
Days passed by like water, and Zhang Qian occasionally thought about the past days and the people in the past.
He was not doing well, and Zhang Qian felt that others were not doing well either.
After all, he managed to save his life during the trip to Lingnan, which was considered lucky in comparison.
When he saw Zhang Xuezhou again, looking at his old face and long gray hair, Zhang Qian felt that Zhang Xuezhou's life was too miserable.
"Are the consequences of being used as a medium to perform spells so serious?" Zhang Qian asked in disbelief.
"Ah~"
Zhang Xuezhou nodded vaguely.
He was indeed being used as a medium in such a miserable situation. He almost couldn't run back to Yanmen Pass. The consequences were indeed serious.
This response made Zhang Qian regret so much that his intestines turned green.
Obviously, he thought that few people had a good ending during their trip to Lingnan a few years ago.
Their group of people were trapped in a trap, and they were dead.
This not only involved him and Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Qian felt that it also involved Emperor Jing, the Prince and others.
Emperor Jing died and the crown prince ascended the throne. The recent news made Zhang Qian aware of the connection.
(End of chapter)
