The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 324 Asking for help from Buddhism, the Grandmaster dies
"Luo Yan, Buddhism has four great holy monks who can fight against the great master, and the Li and Song clans have even more masters in charge. I don't think the Song clan can win this war." A hint of thought flashed across Li Mi's slender eyes.

Shen Luoyan's heroic face showed confidence, "Lord Li, the Guanlong coalition is not the Wei Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period, and the Song clan is not Shu Han. The Song clan has been operating here for more than two years and controls Hanzhong in Shu. The whole clan is united, and there is a grandmaster in charge. The Guanlong coalition has its own selfish motives, and they are not in harmony with each other."

"Even though they have sent out 150,000 troops, they are strong when divided and weak when united, and the terrain in Shu is good for defense. Lord Li, how much effect can they have in the hands of a military master like Song Que?"

"Back then, he was able to fight against Yang Jian's army with Lingnan. Now the Guanlong coalition is far inferior to the Sui Dynasty, but the Song clan has already occupied Bashu. I am worried that after this battle, Guanzhong will undergo major changes. We must prepare for it."

After she said this, Li Mi also fell silent and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he spoke, "I heard that Dou Jiande in Hebei is very powerful and that the situation in Guanzhong is difficult to control. I want to form an alliance with him to fight against the enemy together. What do you think, Luoyan?"

Shen Luoyan had already thought of this, but did not speak out. She smiled and said, "Mr. Li is very far-sighted. Luoyan admires him."

Li Mi sighed again, "Alas, this matter has to wait until Wang Shichong is defeated. Luoyang has a strong military force and should not be underestimated. I have sent people to meet with Li Zitong and make friends with him, hoping to stabilize him temporarily."

The top priority of Wagangzhai now is to deal with Wang Shichong who is so close. If they can't pass this hurdle, let alone the others. Once they fail, not only will they lose the stronghold of Jinyong City, but even Li Zitong behind them will come upstream and take a bite.

Shen Luoyan blinked slightly, and then said, "Li Zitongzhi is a man of few talents. I heard that after Du Fuwei died, he annexed his subordinates, and then lived a life of drunkenness and debauchery in the Jiangdu Palace. He also forced the people to offer beautiful women for his entertainment, which caused complaints from the locals and lost the support of the people."

"We need to be on guard against this person, but he is not a serious enemy."

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"Amitabha, I, the poor monk Di Xin, greet the donor Yu Wen."

Inside the military camp, Yuwen Chengdu summoned the Buddhist Emperor Xin, and next to him were Yuwen Wudi, Fan Qinghui and others. "The conditions in the military camp are simple, and we only provide vegetarian meals. I hope you will forgive me for the poor hospitality."

Venerable Emperor Xin had a solemn appearance, and several incense scars on his smooth head were very eye-catching. "It's okay, I am a monk, a bowl of rice and a bowl of bean soup are enough."

Yuwen Chengdu raised his glass and said loudly, "The Song clan disrespected the Buddha and committed countless murders in Shu. I have heard about this, but now we are blocked outside the pass and it is difficult to enter. I wonder if you can help us, Master. I will definitely reward you handsomely."

Venerable Di Xin and Fan Qinghui exchanged a glance, and the other nodded slightly and asked, "How do you want us to help, General?"

They had anticipated this request and were all on the same side. They saw the daily losses of the Yuwen clan's army.

Yuwen Chengdu immediately said, "Yangpingguan City has high walls and deep walls. For several days, our army has been attacking the city and suffered heavy losses, with no less than 10,000 casualties. I would like to ask the Buddhist masters to come out and take over the city walls with the Grandmaster as the general."

"I have already sent out experts from the Yuwen clan, but unfortunately they were unable to take down the city wall. Only a master can help. Master, please help me!"

As he spoke, he stood up and bowed deeply to Venerable Emperor Xin.

Venerable Emperor Xin twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, with a compassionate look on his face, "General, you are too kind. It is our duty to wipe out the Buddhist bandits. When we attack the city tomorrow, our Buddhist sect will have masters to fight."

Yuwen Chengdu and Yuwen Wudi looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

Soon, Fan Qinghui and Emperor Xin left, leaving only Yuwen Chengdu and his brother in the tent. Yuwen Chengdu sat in the main seat and chuckled, "Uncle, as you expected, the Buddhists have come to help."

Then, a figure suddenly emerged in the empty tent. He was muscular, with a three-inch long beard, a hooked nose, a wide nose bridge, and sharp eyes. "The Buddhist sect is just betting on various parties. They are not Cihang Jingzhai, and they will not pour all their strength into the Li family. Showing goodwill to our Great Zhou will only benefit the Buddhist sect."

"As I expected, not only the four great monks of Buddhism came together, but also masters from other branches. This time, they are determined to kill the Taoist Jade."

"Then we may be able to save his life."

This person is Yuwen Zhiji, the younger brother of Yuwen Huaji, and also one of the four great masters of the Yuwen clan.

Yuwen Chengdu was not stupid either. "Uncle, do you want him to work for my Yuwen clan? The Buddhist sect is powerful and must be guarded against. If we can get help from the Taoist sect, my Yuwen clan will be even more powerful, and it will be easier to deal with the Li clan then."

Yuwen Zhiji smiled coldly, revealing a look of disdain, "Everyone in the world is saying that the four great Buddhist monks can rival the Grand Master, but in my opinion, this is a contradictory statement, and it is also flattering them. If that were true, they would have chased Shi Zhixuan three times and still failed to defeat him, and finally had to hold their noses and send the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai over."

"If that were true, Shi Zhixuan would not have survived. The Four Saintly Monks could only protect themselves in front of the Grandmaster. Chengdu, you must remember that no matter how weak a Grandmaster is, he cannot be easily dealt with by a Grandmaster. It's a pity that my brother has been in seclusion for many years and still hasn't been able to break through."

When mentioning the previous head of the Yuwen clan, the three people present sighed at the same time. Among the four major clans, except for Song Que who once fled to Lingnan, the previous head of the Yuwen clan, Yuwen Shang, was the strongest. He was powerful and domineering with his Ice Mysterious Energy, and laid the foundation for the Yuwen clan.

In addition, the Yuwen family has masters such as Yuwen Wenji and Yuwen Zhiji, which can be said to be full of talents. In comparison, the Dugu clan has few talents and only has one veteran master, You Chuhong. The Li clan has no masters and is not well-known in the world.

In the previous battles between Hedong and Guanzhong, it was only because of the alliance between the Dugu clan and the Li clan that they were able to barely contend with the Yuwen clan and avoid being at a disadvantage.

"Grand Master..."

I don’t know who sighed quietly, and then there was no more words.

……

As the sun rose, the sounds of fighting began to rise again at Yangping Pass, which had been quiet all night.

Under the city wall, dense crowds of soldiers were rushing towards it. Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind, "The commander-in-chief has ordered that whoever breaks through the city gate will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins and promoted two levels." A big man in black armor was riding on a horse. He raised his sword high, exerted all his strength, and shouted loudly to the front, repeating it over and over again to boost morale.

As the sight fell, dense groups of black-armored infantrymen climbed up the ladders to the top of Heyin City, and the shouts of killing were so loud that they reached the sky.

However, the defenders on the city walls kept throwing down rolling logs and stones, pouring boiling dung, and even shooting powerful arrows from high above, as well as kerosene and other objects, using all kinds of cruel and ruthless means to attack the siege infantry.

Soldiers kept falling down from the ladders or the top of the city walls, screaming and falling to pieces. In the military battles, there is nothing more brutal than the ants attacking the city.

The black-armored man shouted again, "City Breaker..."

"Whoosh!"

He had just finished shouting when suddenly a sharp whistle broke through the air from the top of the city wall and reached his face in the blink of an eye.

The black-armored man's face changed drastically, and his shouting stopped abruptly. Just from the speed of the arrow and the sound of it breaking through the air, he knew that the arrow was shot by a first-rate master with accumulated power, and the power it carried was definitely not something he could resist. He quickly rolled over to avoid it, while at the same time filling his arms with energy and swinging his sword to block it.

The sword blade hit the tip of the arrow, sparks flew, and there was no deflection at all. The big man was shocked, but before he could feel relieved, the arrow deflected slightly and, carrying the remaining force, "puff" penetrated his left shoulder blade.

With a muffled groan, the big man fell off his horse and vomited blood.

"Young Marshal is invincible!"

Thunderous cheers broke out from the top of Yangping Pass. He smiled triumphantly, put down his strong bow, raised his head in the admiring gazes of everyone, and felt very satisfied. Only on the battlefield could he feel a different kind of passion.

On the coalition army's platform, Yuwen Chengdu looked unhappy and snorted coldly, "Humph, Kou Zhong, he really showed up."

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, several hours of fighting had passed, from morning to dusk. The short city wall of a hundred feet became a meat grinder, and thick corpses piled up under the city wall. However, for the commander, human life was just a number. Kou Zhong mixed on the city wall, and led his personal soldiers to fill the gaps. After a long period of fighting, even he, a master, felt tired. The battle of Yangping Pass had lasted for more than a month. The coalition forces attacked day and night. Even though Li Jing had made proper arrangements, the losses were not small. Nearly half of the more than 10,000 soldiers in the city had been lost, and the remaining people were injured.

Although the defenders suffered heavy losses, the coalition forces suffered at least three times more than theirs. Otherwise, Yuwen Chengdu would not have been so embarrassed as to ask the Buddhists for help.

"What is that? Kou Zhonggang stopped to rest for a while, and suddenly he felt something. He looked into the distance and saw that where the ladders were hooked on the city wall, teams of coalition soldiers were killing happily, and behind them, soldiers kept pouring up the city wall from the ladders.

His eyelids jumped, and without saying a word, he led his men to kill them.

Wherever the blade passed, no one could stop it, as easy as cutting melons and vegetables. In a short while, he came close and was about to cut off the iron hook with one knife, when suddenly a strong wind came to his ears, and he lowered his body and passed by.

"Oh!"

The heavy iron rods hit the city wall, and the large blue bricks cracked instantly, with broken stones flying everywhere.

He slipped and distanced himself, his eyes extremely solemn. In front of him stood a monk, holding an iron rod, wearing a warrior robe, with a ferocious face, staring at him intently.

"Buddhist bald ass, damn it!"

Kou Zhong shouted coldly and took the lead in drawing his sword. The sharp sword energy was like mercury leaking out of the ground, slashing straight at him.

The monk's face became slightly solemn, and he felt a chilling murderous intent coming towards him. The monk took a step forward, and the blue bricks under his feet cracked, and he rushed out with the iron rod in his hand.

"Oh!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded on the spot, making the surrounding soldiers dizzy and their ears buzzing. By the time they reacted, Kou Zhong and the monk were already fighting.

One has a sharp blade, and the other has a strong iron rod, like a needle against a wheat thorn.

The two of them launched dozens of consecutive attacks, forcing the surrounding soldiers to retreat dozens of feet, leaving this battlefield to them.

"clang!"

It was another powerful blow. Both sides used the force to retreat, breathing lightly.

Kou Zhong's hand holding the knife was numb, but his aura was rising instead of falling. "Stinky bald ass, my name is Kou Zhong, and when you meet the King of Hell in the underworld later, you will know who killed you."

The monk's eyes became more and more ferocious, his hands trembled under his wide sleeves, and he responded in a deep voice, "I will end it. The enemy of Buddha is in front of us and must be killed!"

Kou Zhong's eyes became even colder. "Humph, a bunch of fake monks and nuns, you dare to talk about Buddhism? Foreign monks, get out of the Central Plains. China has no room for you foreign monks."

“Show your brilliance!”

Kou Zhong's vital energy of longevity flowed throughout his body. His muscles tensed and he shot out like an arrow, holding out his long sword.

Monk Liaoduan had a gloomy brow and a cold look. It was unknown what kind of martial arts he used, but his skin color turned into a deep copper color. He swung the iron rod with both arms and rushed forward.

"Oh!"

Sparks flew, energy overflowed, and the sleeves of both men were torn into pieces in an instant.

……

"What? The enemy is fighting Kou Zhong?"

On this side, Li Jing learned that someone was fighting Kou Zhong head on. He frowned and began to think that the enemy must have sent out a master, otherwise Xiao Zhong would definitely win.

If there is one, there will be two. The enemy may not have only one master. Li Jing had a bad premonition in his heart and knew that Yangping Pass could not be defended.

"General, the eastern section of the city wall has been breached!"

"General, the western section of the city wall has suffered heavy losses. Please send troops to support us as soon as possible!"

……

In less than half an hour, bad news came one after another. Li Jing calmly made arrangements and rushed towards Kou Zhong. In this battle, Yangping Pass could be lost, but Kou Zhong must not make any mistakes.

A young master who has the potential to become a grand master is much more important than a mere city!

"call……"

On the broad city wall, Kou Zhong and Monk Liaoduan were several feet apart, both gasping for breath at the same time. Both of them were covered with wounds and bleeding continuously, but the aura of the two men was very similar and very ferocious. Ordinary masters did not dare to approach them at all.

"Fortunately, Xiaozhong is fine!" Seeing the figure standing on the field, Li Jing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then, he picked up the bow and arrow, circulated his true energy, and the bowstring was like a full moon, aiming at Monk Duan.

"call out!"

The arrow was like a meteor, cutting through the sky.

In an instant, Monk Liaoduan's hair stood on end, and he rolled over like a lazy donkey, not caring about the enemy in front of him.

"Wow!"

The arrow grazed his lower abdomen, and nailed a piece of flesh and blood to the city wall. The tail feathers kept trembling with great force.

Kou Zhong knew it was Li Jing without turning around. He then turned his attention to the city wall, frowning and saying without turning his head, "Brother, leave this to me. The rest is up to you."

Li Jing nodded, left after saying, "Xiao Zhong, you still have half an hour, Yangping Pass can no longer be defended."

"it is good!"

Kou Zhong stared at the monk Lao Duan, tore off a piece of his clothes and wrapped it around the knife handle and his palm, his eyes becoming more and more ferocious, "Bald donkey, come again!"

Two quarters of an hour later, a corpse was nailed to the ruined city wall, blood was flowing under his feet, and the tragic murderous aura almost solidified into substance. No one dared to step forward.

Until the enemy general arrived and saw this scene, his face suddenly turned cold.

(End of this chapter)