When Ji Han and his men traveled to the Three Kingdoms crew

Chapter 778 Jiang Wei Temple

When leaving Zhaolie Palace, Liu Chan quietly tugged at Zhen De's sleeve.

Zhen De turned around and saw Liu Chan's suggestive look, and instantly understood. He immediately made an excuse to go to the toilet and walked aside with Liu Chan.

"What happened to Teacher Liu?"

"Director Zhen, I think Mr. Zhuge Si is not in a good state. It seems that he thought of something when he entered the Wuhou Temple. I will trouble you to give him some advice when we enter the Wuhou Hall later."

Zhuge Si is the modern name of Zhuge Zhan.

Zhen De thought about it carefully and realized that there was something wrong with Zhuge Zhan.

What did you think of?
There was no need to guess. Just from Liu Chan's expression, Zhen De knew it was most likely the Battle of Mianzhu.

Zhen De put himself in the other person's shoes and thought about it. He traveled through the future and accidentally learned that his 70,000 troops were defeated by 2,000 troops. He felt dizzy.

Eventually, things took a turn for the better!

The good news is that it’s not 70,000 versus 2,000, but 20,000 versus 20,000!
The bad news is that during the battle, he did not listen to advice and made many poor moves, which resulted in the loss of 20,000 troops.

Although not as incompetent as the one where 70,000 were defeated by 2,000, he was still mediocre.

Then I went to my father's ancestral hall. How could I not have all kinds of thoughts in my mind?
"Okay, I'll help." Zhen De agreed readily.

After returning to the team, Zhen De looked normal, and just smiled at everyone and said, "Further ahead is the ancestral hall for worshipping Wu Hou."

After hearing this, Zhuge Zhan, Zhuge Shang and Liu Chen became more spirited and quickened their pace.

But there were just too many people, so many heads that everywhere you looked, like a black tide.

Everyone could only move forward slowly with the tide, and finally arrived in front of the statue of Zhuge Liang.

Looking at the statue of Zhuge Liang, Zhuge Zhan, Zhuge Shang and Liu Chenliang are filled with emotion. The relationship between the ruler and his subjects is harmonious and they are one. This story is still being sung even after a thousand years.

Following the crowd, Zhuge Zhan bowed in front of the statue of Zhuge Liang, then looked up and saw the statues on both sides.

The statue on one side is Zhuge Shang.

Zhuge Zhan nodded and a smile appeared on his face. Yes, Shang'er's statue should be here.

He walked to the other side, and when he saw the three words "Zhuge Zhan", his eyelids twitched violently.

No, why is Zhuge Zhan, a criminal, here?

"What is Teacher Zhuge looking at?" Zhen De's voice sounded behind Zhuge Zhan.

In view of Zhen De's status, Zhuge Zhan did not dare to neglect him, nor did he want to deceive him.

"Director Zhen, I can't understand Zhuge Zhan. How can this criminal be here?"

Zhen De thought for a moment and said, "Everything must be compared. Without comparison, how can we know good from bad? Zhuge Zhan's appearance here is certainly due to the fact that he is the son of Zhuge Liang, but there are other reasons as well."

"Other reasons." Zhuge Zhan frowned. In his opinion, Zhuge Zhan was not good at anything except loyalty. "Because Zhuge Zhan is a loyal minister?"

"Yes." Zhen De continued, "In the past, a great man said that Zhuge Liang's three generations were all good. Others said that the father was loyal to death and the son was filial to death, and they were worthy of being the descendants of Wu Hou. Even Luo Guanzhong, the author of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, said that the heaven intended to destroy Yan and Liu, and the Han Dynasty ended here. Zhuge's descendants all died, and the ministers of Chengdu were all worried."

"Zhuge Zhan certainly made mistakes. His ability was not enough to support the Han Dynasty, and he also had character flaws. But he fought to the death and died for his country. His loyalty and integrity deserve recognition. On the other hand, Sima Yi's three generations usurped power, plotted to murder, and even killed the emperor in the street. Sima Shi was the eldest son of Sima Yi and Zhang Chunhua. Sima Shi raised 3,000 loyal soldiers for Sima Yi, which played a key role. After that, he took over Sima Yi's mantle and devoted himself to plotting for power and usurping the throne. His ability is beyond doubt, but does anyone praise them like they did Zhuge Liang's three generations of ancestors?"

"Besides, Zhuge Zhan's statue is still in the Wuhou Temple. Doesn't it illustrate the attitude of the people over the past thousand years?" Yes.

Zhuge Zhan's heart trembled. If the people really hated Zhuge Zhan, they would have moved him out long ago. I think people would have felt sorry for him. If Zhuge Zhan could stand up,
It is no use thinking about these things now. History is history after all and it has become the past.

but.
Zhuge Zhan looked at the statue of Zhuge Zhan and made up his mind, but I am still in my prime. I will learn from your mistakes. In the future, I will have my statue stand upright in the Wuhou Temple.

Zhuge Zhan then cast a grateful look at Zhen De and said from the bottom of his heart: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books."

Zhen De smiled and said nothing.

The rest of the journey was much smoother. After paying homage to Liu Bei's tomb, everyone prepared to return home.

Liu Chen heard about "Jiang Wei Temple" from somewhere, which undoubtedly aroused the interest of Ji Hanzhong.

Zhen De said: "There is a poem that is well written, 'Wind and rain in Jianmen in autumn, Bo Yue's shrine remains forever. When alive, he plotted to kill Deng Ai, and when dead, he should be an official who killed Qiao Zhou. All the land in the Central Plains belongs to Wei, and no one is on the left to support Liu. I dare to store up all the hatred for the loss of my country, and I should complain to Wuxiang Hou in my grave."

Liu Chan asked curiously, "Director Zhen, the Bo Yue Temple in the poem refers to the Jiang Wei Temple we are talking about?"

"Yes, whether it's Bo Yue's Temple or Jiang Wei's Temple, they all refer to the Pingxianghou Temple in Jianmen Pass, Jiange."

"Temple of Marquis Pingxiang. Jiange," Jiang Wei muttered to himself.

Ji Hanzhong was quite interested. Having been to the Wuhou Temple, how could he miss the Jiang Wei Temple?

Zhen De glanced at Ji Hanzhong. He could tell what everyone was thinking through their expressions without them saying anything.

Zhen De took out his cell phone without saying a word and quickly booked the ticket.

next day
The sky was filled with a layer of gray, and it seemed a little foggy when I looked up. Fortunately, the wind was not strong and it was not raining.

Zhen De and Ji Hanzhong came to the Jiange Jianmen Pass Scenic Area, passed through the antique Jiange city gate, and then came to the square in front of the ancestral hall.

The square was sparsely populated and far less lively than the Wuhou Temple.

Quietness has its advantages. Along the way, no one pestered Ji Hanzhong for autographs or photos.

At the same time, Ji Hanzhong saw the red stone statue standing in the square. It was a general wearing a battle robe and riding a tall horse. The general's eyes were piercing and sharp, and he raised his arms high, as if facing the soldiers of the three armies, inspiring their morale.

When I walked in, I saw five big characters written on the stone tablet: "Jiang Wei's Command Platform".

"Bo Yue." Looking up at Jiang Wei who was full of vigor and vitality, Liu Chan felt unhappy. It was my fault that I did not manage the court well.

He looked at Jiang Wei beside him, and then at Zhen De in front of him, and immediately felt relieved.

Liu Chan secretly rejoiced that his father had come to the fairyland. If this happened again, it would be useless even if he regretted it.

At this moment, a strange voice sounded behind him, "Teacher Fan, the Jiang Wei command platform is ahead, and the Jiang Wei ancestral hall is further ahead."

Teacher Fan?

Zhen De subconsciously turned his head and glanced. There were two men, one was very young and the other had gray hair on his temples, obviously an elderly man.

The moment he saw the old man's face clearly, he suddenly felt that he looked familiar.

It’s strange, why don’t I remember meeting this old man before?

(End of this chapter)