As expected, those who come are not good and those who are good will not come. Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding couldn't help but look at each other.
Faced with Zhang Zhengshi's plan to raise troops to investigate, the two of them looked at how Wang Wenxiu would respond.
Wang Wenxiu said calmly: "Zhang Zhengshi Shamenbo Chan's statement is reasonable. If Nanzhao Temple did not make any mistakes, why did the security team attack?"
He did not answer the other party's question, but returned to the original route of the other party's question.
Hearing Wang Wenxiu's answer, Zheng Ding couldn't help but look at him quietly.
Because Wang Wenxiu acted like a different person. Not long ago, when the Tibetan troops had just surrendered and the morale of the army was unstable, he actually asked whether to send Tibetan troops to fight a civil war.
Such behavior obviously made Zheng Ding look down on him.
But when Wang Wenxiu asked just now, Wang Wenxiu asked directly from the perspective of justice, which made Zheng Ding have to look at him.
If it were him, Zheng Ding, he would have to find evidence to answer the other party's questions.
Zheng Ding knew that Wang Wenxiu's youngest daughter, Wang Jiuniang, was Zhao Ping's concubine, and thought he relied on nepotism to rise to power.
Now it seems that whether he can be the leader of a clan or a county magistrate is very weak.
But if Zhao Ping hadn't discovered him with his fiery eyes and given him a chance to show off, he, Wang Wenxiu, might have always been the patriarch of the family.
Thinking of this, he felt that he was very lucky to meet someone like Zhao Ping who had the world in mind and the ability to regain the Central Plains.
Wang Wenxiu naturally didn't know what Zheng Ding was thinking. After he asked this question, he picked up the tea cup and slowly started to drink tea.
Seeing Wang Wenxiu's calm demeanor, Zheng Ding admired him even more. This was the demeanor of the little saint.
Jialuo couldn't help being shocked. He came to raise an army to accuse him, but he didn't expect that the other party would general him.
Of course, the temple scandal cannot be exposed, but at this time, the momentum must not be weakened.
He thought for a while and bowed to Wang Wenxiu: "To inform the special envoy, I received a report from Nanzhao Temple. It was the security team who rushed into the temple on horseback without any care. After being stopped, they injured and killed dozens of people. I ask the special envoy to give me justice."
"Don't worry, Zhang Zhengshi Shamen Bochan, I will do everything fairly and will not favor any party." Wang Wenxiu put down his teacup and replied calmly.
Seeing that Wang Wenxiu was just coping with the situation, Jialuo became anxious.
He bowed to Wang Wenxiu: "Special envoy, Lao Ne requested to summon the security team."
"Zhang Zhengshi Shamenbo Chan, do you really want to summon the security team?" Wang Wenxiu gave him a meaningful look.
Jialuo had already thought about it on the way here, and people had quietly moved from Nanzhao Temple to Xizhao Temple.
Not only did Xizhao Temple have two hundred monk soldiers, he also sent a thousand elite cavalry to Xizhao Temple for protection. It can be said that it has been foolproof.
By the time Xizhao Temple completed the Buddhist rituals, all the evidence had been completely destroyed, and even if the security team dug deep into the ground, it would be difficult to find any evidence.
As long as the security team has no evidence, Nanzhao Temple and Xizhao Temple will inevitably have the moral advantage, and the security team will have no choice but to admit defeat.
At that time, not only will the security team be required to compensate for the losses, but this hateful soldier can even be expelled from Tubo territory.
Of course he alone does not have this ability. Each noble in Tubo has his own troops.
At that time, he sent people to lobby, saying that Tubo should be Tubo of Tubo people, not Han Tubo.
As long as they have great righteousness and the Tubo people don't like the Han people dominating them, they can naturally unite and expel the hateful security group from Qingtang.
As long as they lose the protection of the security team, what power these three special envoys have to compete with him is not at his discretion.
Thinking of this, Sangha became more and more proud.
But after all, he was an eminent monk, but his face still looked as calm as water.
He bowed, clasped his hands, and solemnly said: "Lao Ne, please give the special envoy an order."
"Zhang Zhengshi Shamenbo Chan explained. Okay, I will immediately order the patrol team of the security team to come back for confrontation. However, the patrol team of the security team has not returned yet. Can you wait patiently?" Wang Wenxiu looked at Jia Luo and La Jia. asked.
Yu Qishi didn't speak, but drank tea and observed La Jia.
He felt a little strange why La Jia didn't speak this time. Jia Luo basically did the talking.
However, when he thought about it carefully, he understood that this time it involved two temples, Nanzhao Temple and Xizhao Temple.
Lajia is not a lama, he is a nobleman. He is actually a nobleman, and the two temples have little to do with him.
The reason why he was able to come was obviously because he saw that the two of them were relatively weak and not as strong as the security group, so he obviously wanted to stay together for warmth.
Yu Qishi looked at La Jia and nodded, understanding that he was just here to help, and of course Jia Luo took the lead.
Seeing Yu Qishi's gaze, La Jia couldn't help but dodge.
He was conflicted and hesitant. The temple matter had little to do with him.
However, he and Jialuo were both from Tibet. Faced with the aggressiveness of the security group, the two had no choice but to join forces.
This time it was Jialuo who was in trouble, and he might be in trouble next time, so we can only help each other.
But he didn't want to offend the security team too much, so he kept sitting there, drinking butter tea given to him by the guards.
Now seeing Yu Qishi's strange look, he had no choice but to put down his tea cup and smile awkwardly to show that he meant no harm.
Yu Qishi nodded and withdrew his gaze.
Seeing Yu Qishi nodding, La Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Qishi was relieved, but Wang Wenxiu was a little nervous.
Although he has a tough tone, what if the security team does not find evidence?
This is definitely a blow to his prestige, and it is also a serious blow to the credibility of the security group.
In Xizhao Temple, a lama looked at the world with a bang and a sudden white light, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The Bodhisattva appears."
After saying that, he immediately knelt down and bowed to the sky.
Hearing this lama exclaimed, all the lamas looked towards the sky.
"The Bodhisattva appears, the Bodhisattva appears, the Bodhisattva appears." All the lamas who saw it immediately knelt down and worshiped the sky.
It is those lamas who are doing things or chanting sutras indoors, and while feeling the regret of losing a great opportunity, they are paying homage to the sky.
After a middle-aged lama paid homage, he said namaste to an elderly lama: "Kenpo (abbot), the Bodhisattva has now appeared. Should he do some rituals?"
"Since the Bodhisattva has appeared, it means that those lowly people are needed to perform rituals." The elderly lama looked at the place where the Bodhisattva appeared and refused to take his eyes away for a long time.
The middle-aged lama nodded and immediately went into the room to make arrangements.
After He Sian fired the signal flare, he couldn't help but look at the sound of cavalry in the distance.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, that heavy sound was getting closer and closer.
The horse he was sitting on heard this earthquake-like sound and moved around anxiously.
This is not only true for his war horse, but also for other horses in the army.
After all, they were facing thousands of cavalry, and they were not monk soldiers. These were real Tubo cavalry.
The nine people reined in the moving horses and looked at He Sian together.
While He Sian was looking at the direction from which the Tubo cavalry was coming, his mind was racing and he kept thinking.
Although the signal has been sent out, whether the security team's camp can be seen is another issue.
Thinking of seeing a loudspeaker worshiping his flares as a bodhisattva apparition, the security team saw little problem in the camp.
Although the security team saw that the problem was not big, knowing which direction it was was another problem.
Even if they knew they were coming to Xizhao Temple, whether the security team could send troops in time was still a question.
He Sian was thinking about this and did not dare to show his anxiety on his face, which remained calm.
As the leader of the patrol, he must set a good example and not let his subordinates see his anxiety.
Yi Shuitai's eyes lit up, he pointed forward and said, "Sir, they received it and sent out the signal."
Everyone looked towards the direction of the Jianguo Mansion and saw three white flares being sent out by the other party.
One means going out for 100, two means going out for 200, and three means going out for the security team.
"Okay, the battalion headquarters will send more than three hundred troops. It seems that there is hope for that little lady." He Sian finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the signal flare.
At the same time, he wiped his forehead with his sleeve and felt that his forehead was cold, obviously due to nervous sweat.
The reason why he was nervous was because he cared too much about that little lady.
He could only say that the little lady had hope, but did not say success because he was not completely sure.
Just as he was thinking, suddenly the little lady's scream came from the temple again.
He Sian couldn't help but get angry: "These lamas are so inhumane, and now they are using the human skin of that little lady."
"They are indeed devils, what should I do now?" Yi Shuitai asked anxiously after hearing the little lady's screams.
He Sian pulled out the Hu-killing knife in his hand, waved it in the air a few times, and shouted loudly: "Go in and rescue the little lady."
He took a look at this temple. This Xizhao Temple covers an area of almost sixty or seventy acres, which is almost five times the size of Nanzhao Temple.
"It's very long, but there are too few of us." Wan Hongzhuang hesitated for a few times and couldn't help but said.
He Sian glared at him and asked sharply: "What is the security team?"
"The little saint said that the security team is the soldiers and horses that protect the safety of a party." Hearing He Sian's question, he habitually puffed up his chest and answered loudly.
This is the slogan of the security team. Every time they train, the instructor's first sentence is: "What is the security team?"
"The little saint once said that the security team is the soldiers and horses that protect the safety of a place." Everyone must answer this way.
This has become a habit and has penetrated into the soul of their security team.
They are an invincible security group, and they are a proud security group.
Now hearing He Sian's question, the other eight people immediately responded.
Not only did they answer, but they also pulled out the swords in their hands at the same time and looked at He Sian.
He Sian raised the sword in his hand high and said in a deep voice: "Now the lama is skinning the little Han lady alive right under our noses. Tell me, what should we do?"
"Come into the temple and rescue the little lady." All the patrol members suddenly became excited and shouted loudly while waving their swords.
Wan Hongzhuang couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard this.
He is a Han security group. If he can't keep one party safe, what's the point.
Boom, boom, boom, the ten war horses immediately started running, waving their swords and heading towards the temple.
The little yellow man also started running after the war horse, barking and barking behind him.
The lama who was looking at the gate was shocked when he saw the security team rushing over from the official road next to it.
Suddenly several lamas came out, and one of them, a strong lama, opened his hands to stop him: "Who are you? This is the pure land of Buddhism, and you dare to brandish swords and guns here?"
Although He Sian was anxious, he knew that he must be polite.
"We are the patrol team of the security team. The Pure Land of Buddhism? Why is there the scream of the little lady inside?" He reined in his horse and pointed his sword at the wall to question.
The lama rolled his eyes, looked at them, and sneered: "That's the master doing something. How can ordinary people like you understand it?"
"The priest actually talked about murder in such a high-sounding way. Get out of the way, otherwise we will delay our rescue. I will treat you as a traitor and kill you." After saying that, He Si'an pointed the killing knife in his hand at the lama.
His Hu-Slaying Sword had not been wiped off since he had killed people in Nanzhao Temple not long ago, and there was no time to wipe it off.
Not only was there black blood stains on it, but there was also a strong smell of blood.
Seeing the blood stains on it and the strong smell of blood, the lama couldn't help but take a few steps back.
There was a wooden stick behind the gate, and he wanted to take it down to block it.
But the opponent's sword was a treasured sword. Although there were blood stains on it, it actually reflected sunlight under the sun.
Facing this murderous sword, the wooden stick had no effect at all, and he couldn't help but hesitate.
After hesitating, he immediately opened the door, and the security team led the security team patrol to rush past him.
He knew he had made a mistake, so he hurriedly beat the door bell and shouted loudly: "The security team is coming in, monk, monk."
The lamas who were performing rituals inside saw the security team rushing over. They picked up wooden sticks and even wood and came out to stop the patrol members.
He Sian couldn't help but frown. There were quite a few of these lamas, at least two hundred of them.
It would not make sense to say that they were holding weapons. After all, they were just holding sticks.
But it is impossible to say that they were holding weapons. After all, wooden sticks were not strictly speaking weapons.
What should I do? Time is very urgent. The little lady's voice is getting louder and louder and more miserable.
Thinking of this, he felt a little hesitant.
He hesitated, but others did not, it was those lamas.
An older lama waved the wooden stick in his hand while looking at He Sian and the others.
Seeing He Sian's hesitation, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, knowing that the other party didn't dare to do anything to them.
While hitting He Sian's horse with a wooden stick, he shouted: "Stop them, they don't dare to kill us."
After saying that, he sneered and swept the wooden stick in his hand wildly towards the legs of He Sian's war horse.
As long as the legs of the war horse are broken by him, the cavalry will become infantry.
With their numerical advantage, they could even take down this security group.
Thinking of this, the elderly lama felt even happier and used more force in his hands.
No matter what, He Sian swung the Hu-killing knife in his hand, and the wooden stick in the lama's hand suddenly broke into two pieces.
"Chop off the sticks in their hands and rush in." He shouted as he cut off the sticks in the lama's hands.
When the elder lama saw the half-cut wooden stick in his hand, the blood stains on He Sian's killing knife, and the smell of blood, he couldn't help but retreat.
The security team members at the back couldn't help but be overjoyed. It seemed that these lamas were not monks, they were just pretending to stop them.
Rumble, rumble, rumble sounded from the temple.
Listening to this voice, there are at least two hundred cavalry.
It turned out that these lamas were just blocking them to make time for the monks and soldiers.
He Sian couldn't help but change his expression. There were more monks and soldiers here than in Nanzhao Temple.
On one side, there were numerous monk soldiers stopping them, and on the other side, they were racing against time.
What should he do? Should I save the little lady who has no hesitation and fight for her life, or should I wait until I find reinforcements?
This was a very difficult choice, but he had to make it.
He was thinking anxiously while trying to kill the wooden stick in the lama's hand.
He Sian's face was dripping with sweat, but he couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat.
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