The Northwest King entered Dingbei City without any obstruction.
In fact, Ling Muyun didn't need Lai Jiu to bang on the door and tell him in a hurry like he had discovered a new world. Ling Muyun could have guessed that the Northwest King would fight without bloodshed.
The Ling family moved away, leaving three hundred guards behind. They robbed their master and scattered them like birds.
The chief executive packed up his belongings early and fled back to the pass with his family, taking with him the city defense forces.
However, having said that, the military governor Xiao Yan and the Thousand-man Commander Xiao Dian did not open the door to surrender to the enemy, and they had already dedicated their lives to the King of Qin.
If there were still casualties in the army under this situation, then Ling Muyun had to suspect that the Northwest King's head was probably not as big as a walnut.
Or perhaps, before the Northwestern King rebelled, he did not find a magician to predict the fortune, and his actions were unfavorable.
"Some merchants organized themselves to greet us at the city gate, and even prepared military rations as a reward." Lame Jiu smacked his tongue, looking incredulous.
"Businessmen pursue profits, and they will welcome everyone who comes. In their eyes, the two men in their pockets are their fathers." Ling Muyun said with a look of disdain, "Let's go and join in the fun."
What Laijiu didn't expect was that his son's way of joining in the fun was truly unique.
The nine-story tower of Huguo Temple has a clear view of the entire Dingbei City. Sitting on the top of the tower, you always feel like you are strategizing out of thin air.
What slightly disturbed the scenery was the monk at the foot of the tower, waving his broom and yelling at the two of them to come down.
"An important place in Buddhism! These monks need to improve their practice of anger and discipline!" Ling Muyun sighed.
"That's right!" Lai Jiu nodded in agreement, stretched out his arm and pointed at the city: "Sir, the one in the back wearing green and crimson clothes is the Jie tribe."
Ling Muyun looked into the distance and saw that the team in front were wearing armor and still had the uniforms of the former Jin Dynasty. They should be the soldiers of the Northwest King.
As Lai Jiu said, the people in the back group who had flowers, birds, insects and fish embroidered on their clothes should be from the Jie tribe, both men and women.
After watching for a while, until the flag bearer entered the city, Ling Muyun looked away and said: "The flag with a ball of flame on the blue background is the symbol of Zoroastrian Cult."
The Jie people believe in fire, and they all believe in Zoroastrianism and practice cremation. Most of the practitioners are related to fire.
Seeing this, Ling Muyun felt a sense of disgust for no reason.
Feeling carefully, there is a faint aura, but this aura does not come from the Northwest King, nor the Jie clan, nor even the Zoroastrian Cult.
What is this breath?
He didn't understand it until this disgusting smell suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
"Is it an illusion?" Ling Muyun said to himself: "What the Northwest King did is really unpleasant."
Dingbei City is very big. With more than 20,000 people entering the city, it didn't seem too crowded, but it just took a long time.
The master and the servant were bored, and the noise under the tower was so noisy that the previous novelty was gone.
He slipped down along the eaves of the tower, walked through the pile of monks under the tower with his head held high, and walked out of Huguo Temple along the small door.
According to Ling Muyun, the reason why he held his head high was just to silently protest against the word "Thank you" at the main entrance.
"Amitabha, the two donors have desecrated Buddhism and left like this?"
Already dozens of feet away from Huguo Temple, there was a young monk chanting Buddhist words behind him.
"No need to stay, no need to stay, I won't eat the fast food. Look, Huguo Temple is really polite!" Ling Muyun joked, waving his hand to signal Laijiu to leave quickly.
"Donor, Daoli is so polite!" Monk Daoli chanted the Buddha's name, changed his gestures, and formed a big peacock mudra.
"Om" came out of the mouth along with the sound of the Zen Paramita, and a white peacock flew out of his palms and went straight to the master and servant.
"That's simply rude!" Ling Muyun pushed Laijiu staggering, and the thunder in Ling Muyun's palm was ready to strike.
When the peacock spun and flew several feet in front of him, the palm thunder struck the peacock continuously, almost forming a straight line.
Within a few breaths, Ling Muyun could no longer tell how many palm thunders he had used.
With a "boom", the peacock turned into dots of white light three feet away from Ling Muyun, and dissipated at the same time as the thunder method.
Ling Muyun and the monk each took three steps back.
"Amitabha!" Daoli said a Buddhist message, turned around and walked towards Huguo Temple.
"I want to leave after beating someone!" How could Ling Muyun bear this anger? Pretending to use his thunder technique again, Laijiu quickly stood up, hugged Ling Muyun and tried to dissuade him: "Sir, a good man will not suffer the consequences of his immediate loss. This is the territory of Huguo Temple!"
"Hmph!" After withdrawing his thunder technique, Ling Muyun flicked his sleeves and turned around, pretending to be cool.
"Pfft!" The moment he turned his back, a mouthful of blood almost spurted out and was swallowed by Ling Muyun.
"Young Master!" Laijiu's concerned eyes showed the slightest hint of worry.
"It's okay!" Ling Muyun wiped the red color at the corner of his mouth and showed a hint of pride: "That little bald donkey is not feeling well either!"
Looking at the Taoist monk again, he just walked to the temple gate and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the stone steps.
Seeing that Daoli was injured, the monks in the hospital came to help him one after another.
"Little uncle..."
"Dingbei Ling family, there is such a young leader? It's not easy!" Dao Li murmured as he looked at the retreating figure.
The master and the servant returned to the small courtyard from a remote place. Adhering to the principle that the matter was none of their own, they closed the door tightly and followed the style of the Huguo Temple. They hung the word "Thank you" on the door.
Things go against expectations, and the more you don't want to cause trouble, the more "disaster" happens.
In the middle of the night, people were coming and going outside the door, their footsteps anxious.
The two masters and servants murmured in low voices, fearing that someone might take advantage of the chaos and come to Ling Mansion to search.
Immediately afterwards, Dingbei City began to burst into flames, and sounds of begging for mercy, crying, babies crying, cocks crowing and dogs barking were mixed together.
There were occasional knocks on the door.
The master and servant were facing a formidable enemy. The ink blade in Ling Muyun's hand and the iron pot in Lai Jiu's arms were ready to kill the enemy at any time.
That's it, I didn't dare to make a sound in the small courtyard, I didn't even dare to whisper to each other, and I could only judge the situation in Beicheng by the sound.
Until a faint knock on the door sounded, "Dong, dong dong!"
At first, the two of them ignored it. After all, it was no longer just one or two people knocking on the door.
But the voice that followed touched Ling Muyun's soft heart: "Save my child! Save the child!"
"Hey!" Ling Muyun stamped his foot: "I can't bear it anymore!"
After saying that, he opened the courtyard door without hesitation.
What caught his eye was a woman sitting slumped in front of the door, holding a sleeping baby in her arms.
Seeing the courtyard door open, the woman tremblingly handed over the baby in her hand: "Help, help..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
Ling Muyun subconsciously took the baby, only to realize that the woman had been stabbed in the abdomen, and her internal organs were almost flowing out, and she was hanging with only one breath.
Such is the love of a mother.
"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!"
Ling Muyun fell in love with the scene, and regardless of the differences between men and women, he picked up the woman and returned to the hospital.
Lai Jiu opened the woman's pupils and sighed: "I can't save her! Even if the Da Luo Immortal comes, I can't save her."
In Ling Muyun's opinion, Lai Jiu's medical skills were quite good, especially since Lai Jiu once rescued Zhang San who was beaten to death by Ling Muyun, which made Ling Muyun recognize Lai Jiu's medical skills even more.
After being stunned, Ling Muyun brushed away the tears that had fallen from the corners of his eyes: "The Ling family doesn't care, the governor doesn't care, we have to take care of it!"
As for what to do, Laijiu understood, so he picked up the black pot on the ground again, filled with righteous indignation.
"What are you going to do? Take good care of the children!" Ling Muyun stopped Laijiu: "I won't be able to take care of you then!"
Lai Jiu said "Oh", put down the iron pot in his hand, and took the baby in Ling Muyun's arms: "Sir, don't show off."
Ling Muyun nodded solemnly, passed through the narrow alleys and dilapidated corridors, and ran towards the Ling family's gate.
