Patrol Captain

"General, there are few women like you."

At this time, Gongsun Yang's voice sounded behind him, as if sighing.

"Yes, there are few women like this."

Everyone experienced life and death together on the battlefield of demons. Although they did not have much personal relationship with each other on weekdays, they would take risks and help each other at critical moments.

Last time, he rescued his subordinates from Tianlao. This time, seeing that he was imprisoned, he asked for help from others and took the risk alone.

It can be said that the friendship is deep and profound.

Chen Shen only felt that his cuffs were a little heavy, and the golden light in his eyes turned into ink. He watched Qin Rushuang leave quickly through the wooden door.

"General, when do you plan to take action?" Behind him, Gongsun Yang raised his brows and lowered his voice.

Even though the general asked him to calm down, he couldn't help but speak out.

"If Your Majesty does not announce it, the people outside will become more aggressive, reject the memorial, and send people from Jingzhao Prefecture to guard outside, disgusting the general. I don't know what disgusting means they will use later. I feel sorry for the general."

Gongsun Yang felt indignant for Chen Yuan. The general had such great prestige in the eyes of the soldiers in Shu, but in this divine capital, he had to suffer the disgusting treatment of some petty officials. This was intolerable.

His husband, Sun, was also an angry young man. He had experienced blood and fire in the battlefield of demons, and then came to the imperial court of the gods' capital. He was quite depressed, with a lot of resentment in his heart.

He could be said to be one of the people who knew Chen Yuan best, because he was the first one to follow Chen Yuan out of Qingshan County. He watched Chen Yuan slay demons and monsters step by step. How could he not know whether there was a rebellion or not? Regarding the accusations in the court and the actions of the current emperor, he felt sorry for the soldiers of Shu and was disheartened for the general.

At this time, Chen Yuan turned around with his hands behind his back, his eyes curled up, "Sir, you are right, those people are really disgusting."

"Dealing with these people is worse than fighting monsters on the battlefield. They are all sinister tricks that were thought up by the most desperate people."

"It's really unpleasant!"

Gongsun Yang's eyes lit up slightly when he saw Chen Yuan following his words, "What are your plans, General?"

"The backup plan in Shu is almost ready. I have also sent people to spread the news in the Shiwan Mountains. I think those demons will be very interested. Now all we need is an event to trigger it. However, we can't rush this. We need the right time."

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils became deeper.
"This time, I will go to the capital with incense and Dharma body, firstly to confuse others, and secondly, to explore the court and test the court's attitude to see if I can solve the dilemma in Shu. I will bring more people with me. After all, I can't solve any problems with my current enthusiasm. I have no right to do so. I just saw His Majesty. What do you say?"

That’s right, his body at this moment is the Dharma body nurtured by Gongsun Yang’s book, while his original body continues to stay in the Fusi Cave Heaven.

On the way here, he stayed in the car most of the time, but it was just a pretext for practicing. His soul jumped in the realm of nothingness, switching back and forth between his original body and his clone.

"But His Majesty obviously does not want to see the general!" Gongsun Yang frowned.

"This is the situation that needs to be broken. Our Majesty does this because he doesn't want to do it himself and let the three families in front of the emperor deal with me. But it is clear that the emperor will not kill me personally." Chen Yuan could see that the current emperor still had some concerns in his intentions.

Perhaps it was because Chen Yuan had falsely conveyed the order, so if Chen Yuan arrived, he would order his arrest for fear of causing a mutiny in Shu. Or perhaps he wanted to use the emperor's mentality to let others fight against him so that he could be the one who reaps the spoils.

Hearing this, Gongsun Yang's expression calmed down.

Speaking of breaking the impasse, there was no one in the court. Then he remembered something and told Chen Yuan about it.

"General, since they left that day, Xu Shaoqing and Supervisor Gou have never come to the Hanging Temple again."

Chen Yuan nodded, his expression unchanged, "Everyone has their own aspirations, and we cannot force them. This matter is beyond our control."

"But now, with Miss Qin and Miss Dugu, we may be able to get a glimpse of what's going on in the court. We don't have to pretend to be blind."

Chen Yuan was neither anxious nor impatient.

Gongsun Yang nodded and felt grateful to Miss Qin Rushuang.

At this time, outside the wing room, Qin Rushuang, transformed into a "palace maid", went out of the door, turned several times in the ancient temple full of ancient charm and fragrance, and came to the main hall where incense was curling.

This palace is majestic and heavy, with vermilion pillars piercing the clouds on the top of the mountain, and the arches stacked like blooming lotuses. There are eight celestial dragon murals on the cloud-patterned pillars, which are lifelike and ferocious as if they are about to fly out of the pillars. The flying eaves lift up the nine layers of the sky, the ridge beasts look up to the sky, and the ridge beasts are guarding the four directions like a formation. When you cross the three-foot-high threshold, the curling incense brings a peaceful aroma. The dome caisson is nested layer by layer, the painted flying goddess's clothes are flying, and the auspicious cloud patterns wander along the beams and pillars, looming in the mottled light and shadow.

In the center, there are three golden Buddha statues, about ten feet tall, looking down at all living things. They are the Buddhas of the Three Ages, representing the past, present, and future. The gilded robes represent the solemnity of divinity, and the right hand is in the fearless seal. On both sides, hundreds of arhats of different sizes have different expressions: some are angry, some look compassionate, which makes people feel awe.

The smoke curls up and weaves between the beams and pillars like a gauze, making the sutra stories on the murals hazy and solemn. Combined with the chanting of monks in the hall, it exudes an unspeakable sacredness.

The monks were lined up in two rows, dozens of them in total, chanting sutras together. They looked solemn and majestic, as if layers of rosy clouds were lingering in the mist-shrouded green gauze. In the middle, on a cushion, the Crown Princess knelt forward, bowed to the Buddha with her eyes closed, and bathed in the incense.

After more than half a cup of tea, the chanting in the main hall ended.

I saw the golden Buddha statue in the middle, representing the present, suddenly glowing with light, and a ray of colored glaze light shot out from its lowered eyes, hitting the sky above the Crown Princess' head and enveloping her.

After a while, the Crown Princess, who was kneeling on the cushion, opened her eyes, a faint dimple appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she saluted the white-browed old monk in front of her.

"Thank you, Master, for the blessing."

"Every time I come here, the Buddha's light bathes my body and my fatigue disappears. It's magical. It's said that this Buddha statue contains real Buddha relics, just like the real Buddha is alive. I wonder if it's true?"

The Crown Princess asked the abbot, her body soft and gentle, without any sharpness.

"Amitabha!"

The abbot, Master Sanjie, chanted the Buddha's name with his eyebrows lowered, "All appearances are false. If you see that what is not an appearance is not an appearance, you will see the Tathagata!"

"It is because Your Highness has always cultivated the Bodhi mind that he has seen the true Buddha. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, so where does the discrimination come from?"

The Crown Princess listened and became respectful and pious, "I am grateful for your teaching!"

Then, the two of them discussed Buddhist principles for half a cup of tea before they finished their discussion.

With that, the Crown Princess left and walked out of the Main Hall.

Qin Rushuang, who was waiting outside and mixed in with the palace maids and servants, also followed.

The Crown Princess glanced at him and then walked past him. A smile flashed across the corner of her eye. Qin Rushuang lowered her head when she saw it, her ears turned red, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Afterwards, the Crown Princess' sedan chair left the Hanging Temple and went down the mountain.

The abbot of the Hanging Temple, the white-browed old monk, accompanied the monks to the door, glanced at one of the palace maids from a distance, and said "Amitabha". When they went down the mountain, it was already noon, and the Crown Princess's carriage slowly went down the mountain along the mountain path.

The midday sun penetrates the layers of branches and leaves, weaving a mottled golden web in the forest. The tall ancient trees point straight to the sky, and the moss on the bark is slightly curled by the sun. The shadows of the trees are projected obliquely on the soft soil, swaying gently in the breeze.

As the carriage passed through it, curious voices were heard from inside.

"How about it?"

"Sister, you got what you wanted and met the general. What did he say?"

"It's a pity that I can't meet men other than myself because of my status, otherwise I would definitely meet this general with my sister."

The voice was clearly full of amusement.

"Brother Chen told me not to get involved." Qin Rushuang's "lost" voice sounded.

The Crown Princess heard it, and after a while she said,
"This person can be dealt with!"

"It seems that this person sees things clearly. Just listen to me and forget about it for now. Don't get involved in such a dangerous matter."

"Ah."

As the voice fell, a cold face half appeared from the car window, and bright eyes looked at the mountain scenery outside at noon.

Perhaps because she knew Brother Chen had his own way, her mood became much brighter along with the mountain scenery.

At this time, the stream outside the mountain path sparkled in the sunlight, and occasionally fallen leaves swirled in, slowly carried forward by the current. Squirrels jumped on the branches, making a series of tiny noises, and pine cones "clicked" to the ground, startling the tits foraging in the grass.

In the distance, a thin mist is rising from the valley, looming in the sun, like a veil left by an immortal. Wild flowers are in full bloom, blue-purple amaranths and bright yellow wild chrysanthemums are dotted among the green grass. The breeze blows, and the bamboo forest makes a rustling sound, and the bamboo leaves rub against each other, as if whispering. The mountain breeze is wrapped with the fragrance of pine needles, the damp smell of soil and the fragrance of wild flowers, refreshing. Occasionally, a mountain mist passes by, and the light and shadow in the forest change instantly. Between the alternation of light and dark, the whole mountain forest is like a flowing ink painting, quiet and full of vitality.

Just listening, I found that there were other sounds besides the birds singing in the mountains and forests.

As we went down the mountain, the sound became clearer.

There seemed to be the sound of horses neighing and rumbling.

It came from the other side of the mountain.

Just after Qin Rushuang secretly met with Chen Yuan and went down the mountain, on the other side, on the back of Xuankong Mountain, outside the garden, there was a military camp.

It is the camp of the imperial troops stationed nearby to guard the imperial city.

The entire camp is located at the foot of the mountain, like a city in the mountains. Three rows of antler-shaped chevaux de frise are embedded in the steep slope like fangs, with poison-tempered bamboo nails inserted between them. On the arrow tower wrapped in thorns, the golden cloaks of the imperial guards flutter in the wind.

A clear spring from the mountain stream flows through the middle. In front of the camp gate, a golden-armored guard stands with a spear in hand. The fish-scale armor reflects cold light, and the beast head with a scaly shape at the mouth of the long sword at his waist seems to be ready to devour anyone at any time.

Inside the camp, tents were connected to each other, and from time to time there were sounds of horses neighing and shouting.

In the middle of the camp was a huge parade ground, with soldiers in golden armor and spears like a forest. The two armies faced each other. On the high platform in the middle of the army, a general with a fluttering cloak slammed his command arrow into the tiger-skin quiver and said, "Start the battle!"

In an instant, the drum beats were like a torrential rain, the front row of sword and shield soldiers bent their waists and leaned forward, the bronze animal-faced shields collided with each other, and the dull thunder-like collision sound continued to the waves of the city; the long spears in the back row flew out from the gaps between the shields. The cavalry on both wings rushed forward, the horses' hooves vibrated, and the scimitars were drawn out, and the scimitars flashed a cold light in the sun.

On the viewing platform in the distance, the military inspector's cinnabar pen was moving quickly on the military register, assessing the soldiers on the parade ground.

I saw two armies facing each other, and thousands of imperial guards were deploying their troops and conducting drills, with a variety of different types of soldiers.

In the center of the parade ground, soldiers with wolf-whip weapons holding long bamboos covered with caltrops advanced forward like thorn bushes; as soldiers with rattan shields rolled and moved, the mythical beasts on their shields swallowed and spit out cold light; the iron teeth of the soldiers with halberds hooked the dummy's throat, and they shouted in unison, making the copper bells on the flagpole buzz.

In the southeast corner of the training ground, the puppet army formation of the Shenji Camp was like a group of metal monsters, charging into battle. In the northwest, there was a special talisman column, which was like thunder, with talismans flying all over the sky. Under exquisite control, they arranged various talisman formations.
This is the training ground of the Imperial Guards.

At this time, in a corner of the camp, hundreds of soldiers in black armor watched the imperial guards training in the parade ground from afar, with a hint of envy in their eyes.

The weapons of these imperial guards are so luxurious!
Various weapons, puppets, talismans, and military types cooperate with each other in practice, which looks very fierce.

But it is also true that these imperial guards are the soldiers guarding the Dragon Court. Each of them is at least one in a hundred, if not one in ten thousand. Moreover, they are directly under His Majesty's command, and their weapons are much stronger than theirs.

They are cavalry, wearing armor and charging! Simple and crude.

These soldiers in black armor were naturally the hundreds of soldiers from the Ninth Mountain who followed Chen Yuan to the capital.

Before, in order to avoid attracting attention, they had been kept in Chen Yuan’s magical power. However, after entering the Divine Capital, as border generals from other places, there were strict regulations for the soldiers and horses following them. They needed to stay in the defense camp and their entry and exit were greatly restricted.

So they were left in the imperial army camp at the foot of the mountain.

In the past few days, the soldiers of the Ninth Mountain could clearly feel the indifferent attitude of the imperial guards towards them.

It was as if they were looking down on the border troops who came out from a remote place.

There was basically no communication between the two sides, and it seemed that the imperial guards did not want to have anything to do with this group of people, so they lived in peace.

However, according to the regulations, they were strictly restricted within the camp and were not allowed to move around freely.

"If only we had these weapons!"

"Then it will be much easier to kill those demons, and a lot of people will be saved."

"They are well-armed, but their tactics seem a bit chaotic. I really want to see the strength of these imperial guards."

"Did you say they went to the battlefield?"

“I think so.”

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The soldiers of the Ninth Mountain watched the Jinwu Guards training and chatted with them. In addition to being envious of these guys' elite weapons, they also had a warlike heart and wanted to test the level of the most elite troops at the foot of the imperial city.

They were all soldiers who had experienced the battlefield of demons and been baptized by fighting, so when they saw this scene, they naturally felt some pride of their own.

At this moment, the censor on the viewing platform looked over with a fierce gaze! (End of this chapter)