Half an hour later, the saint climbed out of the cabin with a scared look on her face.
Jumping into the river to escape the pursuit of Jin Yiwei was nothing more than a daydream, so her real purpose was the cabin.
A small sound in the east and west.
The result was quite good. The Jinyiwei spies hurriedly left after searching around and finding nothing.
Climbing back to the boat in shock, she suddenly felt that it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing if all those people died.
By then, the remaining White Lotus Sect forces will be leaderless, and then she, the only living saint, can take advantage of this opportunity...
Thinking of this, she ran to a dressing table without hesitation, picked up a pair of scissors, and cut off her long hair that fell to her hips with a few clicks.
A few minutes later, a worried-looking, pale-faced noble prince slowly walked off the boat, and then disappeared into the crowd of the capital.
at this time--
Zhu Di's chariot finally arrived at the water and land ceremony twenty miles west of the city.
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
The sound of shouting "Long Live the Mountain" rang out, directly covering the sound of chanting from the altar.
"Flat body!"
Zhu Di's clear voice came from the imperial chariot. Although it was not loud, it reached the ears of every commoner who knelt on the ground.
Yu Lin opened the way, and the people present consciously dispersed to both sides.
When Zhu Di's chariot walked into the center of the altar along the path set aside by the monks, he saw that people not far away had surrounded the entire altar intentionally or unintentionally.
Daoyan and the four Zen masters beside him stood up and pronounced the Buddha's name to Zhu Di: "Amitabha."
Later, Daoyan presented three huge sticks of sandalwood to Zhu Di.
Zhu Di reached out to take it, and then inserted it into the incense cauldron in front of Chen Kan's coffin.
"Master, the show has begun."
Looking at the "common people" with evil intentions in their eyes outside the court, Zhu Di's face did not change at all.
"well!"
Dao Yan sighed, looked at Zhu Di, and whispered: "Your Majesty, please don't implicate innocent Buddhist disciples."
"Do not worry."
Zhu Di responded, then looked at the Taishi sent by Qin Tianjian and asked: "When can the coffin be opened?"
According to the rules, Chen Kan's coffin needs to be opened for people to pay their respects before being buried.
Although after so many months, even if the coffin is opened, it is estimated that only a skeleton will be left in the coffin, the process still needs to be followed.
Taishi held the compass in his hand and danced in the middle of the altar for a period of time that others could not understand. Then he looked at the gray sun in the sky.
"Your Majesty, the auspicious time has come and the coffin can be opened."
As soon as Taishi finished speaking, several warriors in golden armor came forward and pretended to open the coffin outside.
"唳~"
Just as he was about to open the smaller coffin among the coffins, an eagle's cry suddenly sounded in the sky.
"Do it!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted loudly.
"kill!"
In an instant, overwhelming cries of killing rang out.
"Kill the tyrant Zhu Di and avenge His Majesty."
"The white lotus comes to the world, all the people turn over, and the world changes. Today, brothers, follow me to kill!"
"Escort, escort!"
"Protect Your Majesty, protect Your Majesty."
The moment the commotion broke out, Chen Kan's coffin was instantly opened.
There was no one in the coffin.
"Is it an empty coffin?"
"No, it's a trap, retreat quickly."
Seeing that there was nothing in the coffin, the monks who were near Chen Kan's coffin were instantly shocked.
One of the great monks shouted loudly and turned around to run away, but the soldiers of the Imperial Guard were faster than him.
Before he could turn around, he was already beheaded.
Facing the commotion on the altar, Zhu Di and Dao Yan looked calm. The eyes of the four Zen masters surrounding them were stunned for a moment, but they quickly returned to normal.
"kill!"
In an instant, countless great monks rushed towards Zhu Di.
"The white lotus comes to the world, all the people stand up, the tyrant Zhu Di is right in front of you, brothers, follow me and take down the head of the tyrant Zhu Di."
But the accompanying soldiers seemed to have anticipated the current situation. As soon as they raised their swords and dropped their swords, the entire altar was instantly stained red with blood.
But those innocent monks couldn't help but turn pale with shock when they saw the murderous calamity that suddenly appeared in front of them.
"I am the Yuantong of Jiming Temple. These people are all Buddhist scum White Lotus believers. King Ming subdued demons, Vajra subdued demons, and followed me to clean up the door, Amitabha."
The old monk Yuantong proclaimed the Buddha's name, suddenly raised the tin staff in his hand and rushed towards the White Lotus believers.
No one could have imagined that the old monk Yuantong, who was nearly seventy years old, turned out to be a highly skilled warrior monk.
After a brief panic, the remaining monks also began to clean up the door under the leadership of some warrior monks.
However, they were very measured in their actions. They just made the White Lotus cultists lose their fighting ability and then stopped taking care of them. They still abide by the Buddhist precepts of not killing.
Outside the throne, the scene of tens of thousands of people rushing into battle was a spectacular sight. On the other hand, there were only three thousand soldiers on the court side. The huge disadvantage in numbers made the three thousand soldiers resist extremely hard, like duckweed in the wind. , and like a lone boat, it is about to be broken through by countless assassins.
But at this moment, a heavy horn sound suddenly came from the river.
"Woo~"
In an instant, countless naval warships emerged from the reeds.
On the warship, the soldiers drew their bows and arrows, and aimed at the crowd charging into the battle formation.
"Ah~"
Shocking screams and wails resounded across the sky, like hell appearing in the world, with broken limbs and arms scattered in all directions.
In just one stick of incense, the entire Dharma platform and its surroundings turned into a Shura field.
When the warship docked, the soldiers put away their bows and arrows, took down the muskets behind them, and began to fire.
"Bang bang bang~"
The sound of firecrackers exploding was endless, just when the assassins were wondering why the firecrackers in the hands of these Ming Dynasty soldiers who suddenly rushed out did not need to be ignited.
Suddenly someone recognized Sui's appearance of firing a gun.
"No, this is a trap, we were deceived."
"Back off, back off, back off!"
Someone finally realized something was wrong, and the person who guessed the truth died.
I thought that assassinating Zhu Di this time was a sure shot, but in fact, they were the prey of Zhu Di and Chen Kan.
On the warship, Li Jinglong looked impatiently at the few soldiers who stayed on the ship: "Are you okay? If something goes wrong with His Majesty, you will be doomed."
The soldiers who were scolded by Li Jinglong were sweating profusely: "Okay, okay."
"hurry up!"
Li Jinglong urged while raising his telescope to look at the battle situation on the other side.
The results deduced by Chen Kan and him were exactly the same. Although these White Lotus cultists and Jianwen remnants were highly skilled in personal martial arts, they had not received systematic training after all.
When encountering an organized army, they are meat and potatoes on the chopping board.
"Boom~"
There was a loud noise on the boat, which scared Li Jinglong.
The assassins in the formation, who were still fighting fiercely with the Ming soldiers, felt cold in their hearts when they heard this voice.
"No, it's the Hongwu Cannon."
"Back off, back off, back off, back off!"
The assassins were stunned. Zhu Di, the sixth man, actually arranged cannons in the dark.
"Quickly retreat!"
"retreat!"
Many assassins with brains have figured out that all this is Zhu Di's conspiracy, especially the group of monks on the altar.
They would never have thought that Chen Kan would have faked his death.
Unfortunately, with the melee, there were screams and wails everywhere, and the sounds of the few retreating could not be heard very far.
Not far away, the fire blunderbuss in the hands of the Ming Dynasty Tiger Ben, who was gradually approaching, banged, and the harsh sound drowned out the voices of most assassins.
"Boom~"
"Boom~"
There was another rumbling sound. The power of the Hongwu cannon was unmatched. Wherever it hit, a vacuum would appear.
The assassins fell piece by piece, like cutting leeks.
In the center of the altar, Zhu Di stood at the highest point of the altar, watching the Shura field in front of him with cold eyes.
The disgusting smell of blood didn't seem to make him feel any discomfort, but his eyes were full of excitement, as if he had an urge to draw a sword and charge into battle.
In order to prevent Zhu Di from really rushing down, Dao Yan stood beside Zhu Di calmly.
The battlefield is a meat grinder, this is absolutely true.
The originally flat river bend was filled with corpses in just a few quarters of an hour.
At this time, even the most courageous people closed the door and hid in the house with their whole family.
"I wonder what's going on with Mr. Chen?"
Zhu Di muttered to himself and looked from the battlefield at hand to the reeds not far away.
He knew that the overall situation on his side was decided, and it was only a matter of time before these assassins were killed.
But the core of this battle is not here, but on Chen Kan's side.
If we can't take down all those behind the scenes, things like this will happen again in a few years.
Zhu Di hated this kind of endless assassination, which is why he agreed to use his own life this time.
His time is too precious, the world is so big, and he is too busy trying to reach the position of the emperor through the ages, and has no time to play such childish tricks with those people.
His sight seemed to penetrate the battlefield and he saw Chen Kan strangling the mastermind behind the scenes.
at this time--
Somewhere in the reed marsh of the Yangtze River, Chen Kan looked at the livid Buddha on the boat opposite with a villain-only smile on his face.
"Jie Jie Jie, Buddha, you didn't expect that we would meet again."
Chen Kan's laughter attracted everyone's attention.
Fang Xu and Zhang San next to Shi Wen looked at each other, looked at Shi Wen and asked: "Commander Shi, why is the Marquis smiling so arrogantly?"
Shi Wen said angrily: "How do I know?"
Fozi stared at Chen Kan, his face turning from livid to gray: "Chen Kan, I didn't expect that you would actually cheat your death."
"Jiejie, Jiejie, otherwise, how could you be here today?"
Chen Kan now finally understands why the villains like to talk nonsense after taking control of the situation.
No way, this sense of accomplishment is so refreshing and fascinating.
A woman with a beautiful face walked out of the building, pulled Fuzi back behind her, looked at Chen Kan, frowned slightly, and asked: "Master Hou, I am very curious, is all this done by you or by the tyrant Zhu Di?" ?”
