Ah Dao took Ah Jin away.
Chen Kan and Mu Sheng looked at each other and their expressions darkened at the same time.
Mu Sheng asked: "Who is it?"
"White Lotus Sect."
Chen Kan gritted his teeth and spat out a name, then cupped his hands towards Mu Sheng and said: "Please also ask the Marquis to send a cavalry to Wangyue Village as quickly as possible. I'm worried that the people in the village will be in danger."
Mu Sheng nodded, called the clerk just now and said, "Let Luo Mengdan go, as fast as possible."
Luo Mengtan was Ah Dao's immediate boss and one of the few cavalrymen in Yunnan.
The civil servant felt a chill in his heart, knowing that this matter was not a trivial matter, so he hurriedly hit his horse and galloped away.
Seeing Chen Kan's uncertain expression, Mu Sheng asked, "Are you still going to Ami Province?"
"not going."
Chen Kan shook his head, looked at Mu Sheng and asked, "Does the Marquis know about my grudges with the White Lotus Sect?"
"I heard from my ears, but I didn't expect that the White Lotus Sect would be so bold and dare to pursue me on my territory."
"I decided to go meet them. Would you like to go with me, Lord Marquis?"
"That's natural. They killed people right under my nose. I wonder if I will follow my father's example and kill the Buddha in the southwest."
Mu Sheng's eyes were cold. The White Lotus Sect dared to come to Yunnan to stroke his tiger beard, so he somewhat ignored him.
When Fu Youde led Mu Ying, Chen Kan and other generals to sweep across the southwest, Chen Kan was still young, but he, Mu Sheng, had personally participated. Now that the older generation of famous generals are gone, the White Lotus Sect feels that no one can do it in the Ming Dynasty. Suppressed them?
Chen Kan said with a fierce look on his face: "This time, since they are here, there is no need to leave. Yunnan's birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, which is a suitable place for their burial."
Hearing this, Mu Sheng shouted: "Pass this order to block all the passes in Yunnan. This time, I will make it impossible for them to come back."
After giving the order, several riders left the team.
He turned his head and looked at Chen Kan and said: "You are relatively familiar with the White Lotus Sect. I will listen to you in whatever you plan to do!"
Chen Kan raised his head and glanced in the direction of Wangyue Village, and asked: "Is there any other way to get to Wangyue Village besides the official road?"
Mu Sheng affirmed: "Yes!"
There is not much else in Yunnan, but mountain roads extend in all directions. Only the local indigenous people know where many of the roads lead.
"Since the White Lotus Sect chose to ambush me, then I will retaliate in the same way as I did."
Mu Sheng brought many chieftain soldiers, and soon a chieftain soldier who came from Yiyi volunteered to lead the way for everyone.
In order to reach Wangyue Village in the shortest time, Chen Kan ordered all the baggage to be discarded.
Everyone brought only necessary water and dry food.
The 400 people brought by Chen Kan from the capital, plus Mu Sheng's 200 personal guards, a total of more than 600 people, all elite tiger warriors of the Ming Dynasty, were instantly reduced to pieces and disappeared in the mountains and forests.
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...
"The white lotus comes to the world and all people turn around."
"My old mother has no life, my hometown is empty."
"..."
In the golden-domed Buddhist temple, the sound of chanting sutras is like the light of the Buddha shining, making everyone passing by the Buddhist temple unable to help but calm down.
Although the natives could not understand what they were reciting, the feeling in their hearts as if the dust had been washed away was undeniable, which made them very fond of this group of Buddhists who came unexpectedly.
There was only one old man who worshiped the Buddha with great piety in front of other villagers.
But as soon as he returned to his bamboo house, he couldn't help but feel worried.
He was the only one in Wangyue Village who could understand the sutras recited by the Buddhists, because he had heard similar sutras when he went to Jiangnan when he was young.
At that time, the Ming Dynasty had not yet been established, and the nominal ruler of Jiangnan was called King Ming by the Han people. The scriptures recited by believers under King Ming were very similar to the scriptures recited by these Buddhists.
The sound of chanting sutras in the Buddhist temple dissipated in the wind unconsciously. The villagers of Wangyue Village, who were attracted by the sutras, woke up from the charm, and consciously offered countless prayers from their homes to the Buddhists who had finished their morning classes. Lots of food.
In the Buddhist temple, under the tall Buddha statue, a ferocious-looking dwarf and a graceful woman were kneeling.
The real version of Beauty and the Beast looks a bit abrupt, but upon closer inspection, it is very harmonious.
All living beings are equal before Buddha.
However, on the incense table in front of the tall golden Buddha statue, there is also a Maitreya Buddha statue over one foot high, making it difficult to tell whether they are worshiping the big Buddha above or the small Buddha below.
The White Lotus followers gradually dispersed, and the dwarf-like man put away the small Buddha statue.
Just as the woman was about to get up, a pair of hands exuding a foul smell climbed up to her waist.
The woman had long been accustomed to it, her face was as usual, and she took off her clothes very cooperatively, and a graceful body came into view of the man. The man licked his lips greedily, and gently applied force on his hand, and the woman sat down. On the incense table where the small Buddha statue was placed.
After a moment, a suppressed voice came from the woman's mouth.
After the one-armed man guarding the door of the Buddhist hall heard the sound coming from the room, his face suddenly became as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead fly. He raised his good hand, but his palm just touched the door. Somehow, he Gave up again.
A hint of ferocity flashed through his intact eye, and then he strode out of the Buddhist hall.
Half an hour later, the woman and the man walked out of the Buddhist hall with sacred faces and took various kinds of food from the hands of the natives.
When it was the old man's turn, the old man offered the two of them a bowl of paste made from an unknown plant. Fozi took it from the old man's hand, lightly dipped a little of it with his finger and put it in his mouth. Then he nodded to the woman, He handed the paste to the woman.
But this time the woman did not reach out to take it. She looked at the old man and asked with a smile: "Donor, why are you the only one today? Why didn't the little girl who helped you in the past come?"
The old man's heart tightened, a silly smile appeared on his face, and he said in broken Mandarin: "So that the Buddha girl will know that today the eldest man who has been sidelined is celebrating his birthday, and the old man wants to serve the Buddha in the village, so he asked her to do it for him. Let’s take a walk, old man.”
"I see."
The woman did not continue to ask, took the bowl of paste from the Buddha's hand, and turned around and entered the Buddhist hall.
Fozi followed the woman into the door and heard the woman order: "Go and ask those people in the forest if they have seen the little girl leave the village?"
Fozi frowned and asked, "Do you suspect that she went to Lin'an to report the news?"
Before the woman could speak, Fozi denied himself: "This is impossible. Our people are guarding every road to Lin'an. It is absolutely impossible for her to leave under our noses."
"hehe!"
The woman sneered at Fozi's words. The last time he was in Shuzhong, Dong Fozi also thought that his layout was foolproof.
As a result, he was first tricked by Xi Fozi, and then blocked by that person in Qinglong Gorge, unable to advance or retreat, and finally died there.
The lessons learned from past mistakes are not far away, so women now don’t believe in any nonsense like foolproofness.
She said calmly: "Be careful not to make a big mistake, and don't capsize in the gutter."
Fozi frowned and wanted to refute something, but after thinking about his previous lesson, he turned around and left.
The people in the village thought that the only Buddhists they worshiped were the few hundred people in the village, but in fact, the entire area around Wangyue Village had been completely surrounded. The woods and mountains were all densely packed with people.
This time it was a remote battle. In order to ensure nothing went wrong, Buddha brought a total of 3,000 people with him.
Three thousand versus four hundred, no matter how you look at it, it is a stable situation.
But the woman is still worried, because Yunnan not only has the imperial envoy Chen Kan, but also the great god Mu Wangfu.
If the Mu family is alerted, not to mention that they only have 3,000 people, even if they bring 30,000 people, none of them will die in Yunnan.
This is why they have to choose a place to stay.
With so many people in the wild, it is inevitable that their whereabouts will be exposed.
But hiding in the local chieftain's village, there is no such hidden danger.
Because according to their news, the Han people and chieftains in Yunnan are either hostile to each other, or have been in a state of incommunicado until death.
It is absolutely impossible for the Han people to take the initiative to approach the chieftain's village.
Therefore, the local chieftain forces can provide them with a good hiding place.
On a mountain road a few miles away from Wangyue Village, a man and a woman huddled behind a stone, sticking out half of their heads and looking quietly at a group of White Lotus cultists patrolling halfway up the mountain.
Ah Dao looked at Ah Jin with a solemn expression and asked in dialect: "Is this the Buddhist you are talking about?"
Ah Jin nodded: "Dad, it's them, but when I left the village, I clearly saw many of them hiding in the woods."
The moment he saw these people, Ah Dao remembered that when he first joined the army, when he and a general named Chen went to Sichuan to suppress the cult, the cult members were dressed like this.
"Trouble."
Ah Dao muttered to himself in native dialect, and then frowned tightly.
In this situation, if we go back and ask the general to mobilize the army, it will definitely be too late. Moreover, even if the army arrives, they may not be able to annihilate all these people in such deep mountains and forests.
Instead, the people in the village risk becoming hostages.
After a while, Ah Dao made a decision. He looked at Ah Jin and said, "You go to Lin'an to find your mother. If I don't go to find you, you and your mother should live well in Lin'an and don't come back to the village. "
Ah Jin looked flustered and said, "Dad, what about you?"
"I'll go get the reinforcements!"
Ah Dao knew that the effectiveness of the Han army in such mountains and forests was far inferior to that of the chieftain's army.
It was definitely too late to go to Lin'an now. He could only go to the neighboring chieftain to borrow troops.
Only the chieftains, who had been begging for food in the mountains and forests since childhood, could break into the stronghold under such tight defense, and only by cooperating inside and outside could it be possible to save the people in the stronghold safely.
After giving Ah Jin instructions in native dialect, Ah Dao swung his branches and stepped on the tree crown like a nimble ape to hide into the dense forest.
Seeing his father leaving, Ah Jin turned around and looked in the direction of Lin'an, but he stopped again just after taking a few steps.
After a while, she seemed to have made a difficult decision and crawled back to the village through a path that only she knew.
She wants to go back to the village to protect Grandpa!
