The Passionate Guns of Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 987
An official road more than 160 miles west of Mingzhou, which is the official road leading to Bingzhou.Of course, it is still five hundred miles away from Bingzhou.

A rebel army of about 1000 people was marching towards Bingzhou along the official road. They were escorting a prison car containing young Paul Cheng. It had been two days since they left Mingzhou.

The person in charge is a commander named Zhao, whose surname is Zhao and whose name is Chu. He is in his thirties. He wears an iron helmet and an iron armor. A big green horse, holding a Qinglong Yanyue knife in its back, with superb martial arts skills and brave killing methods, he is a trusted middle-level general under Su Dingfang's subordinates.

In addition, he also has a deputy, in terms of official position, he is also the commander-in-chief. His surname is Han and his name is Yue.

The two of them were ordered by Su Dingfang to take 1000 troops to take Luo Cheng to Bingzhou and hand it over to Yang Yong.

It was already noon, and the weather was very hot. They had only eaten one meal today, and walked more than sixty miles in one breath. All the food they ate in the morning was consumed without a trace. It is said that they are exhausted, and it is time to rest and eat. But there are no shops in front of the village, Zhao Chu asked the brothers to overcome it, and there is a market town more than ten miles ahead, called Qixingpu, where he plans to rest and eat.

Soldiers can only obey those who are officials, and subordinates can only obey their superiors. Therefore, this group of troops can only escort the prison cart, dragging their tired bodies forward. At this time, even the war horses are listless.The prison carts rattled and rattled, making a monotonous sound, mixed with the scattered horseshoes and footsteps of infantry soldiers, still monotonous, as tasteless as this dry weather, leaving two parallel wheels wherever they passed. Traces of arc crushing.

At this time, a monk was sleeping on a tree in the forest by the side of the road. The sun and the moon weighing tens of catties were conveniently mounted on the branch of the tree. The monk was taking a nap with a bundle on his pillow. He looked at the men and horses, saw the uniforms and flags of the rebels, and also saw a prison cart, but he frowned, and finally closed his eyes slightly with little interest.

When this group of people passed by him, Luo Cheng in the prison car suddenly asked for water.A small leader of the rebel army cursed and tried to beat Luo Cheng with a whip, but Zhao Meng found out and stopped the little leader, and handed over the water bottle bag. Luo Cheng took a drink, and the people continued to move forward.

These noises woke up the monk on the tree again. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. When he saw the true face of the prisoner, the monk couldn't help being shocked, "Amitabha, Luo Shaobao? How is it possible?"

But the monk looked carefully, and after recollecting their yelling and scolding just now, he confirmed that the prisoner escorted by the volunteers should be the well-known young Paul Cheng.

Now the monk could no longer sleep, took out a light gauze from his bosom to cover his face, took off the convenient chain shovel stick, floated under the tree, and then a swallow fell into the team In front of him, he poked the convenience chain shovel on the ground, and a big pit immediately appeared on the ground, with earth and sand splashing.

"Amitabha, leave all valuables to the poor monk!"

This startled the rebel soldiers who were walking in front, the exhaustion on their faces was swept away, and they stopped quickly.

Because the scene in front of me was so unexpected, Dao Dao Jie was originally creative in the daytime, and it was even more unbelievable to rob thousands of volunteers with only one person, but the most unexpected thing was that Dao Dao He was a monk with a light veil on his face, and he was a monk. This was the first time they had met.

This is indeed a monk, which can be concluded from the bald and precepted head of the robber, the Buddhist beads around his neck, the monk's clothes, the convenient chain shovel in his hand, and his words.

The soldiers hurriedly sent letters to the general.Zhao Chu and Han Yue were also deeply surprised when they heard the news. Tima came to the front of the team to take a look. It was really strange. How dare a monk rob us?

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"Do you still need to ask? The poor monk is in trouble and penniless. Please donate a little."

"You monk is so unreasonable. You don't go to ask the Qing manager Buddha, but you run here to rob. I think you are poor and crazy. You don't see what we are doing. Even if you have money, you can't give it to you. Hurry up and let us go." Open!" Zhao Chu shouted, pointing at the big knife in his hand.

"If you don't give me money, don't even think about passing here, Amitabha."

"The bald donkey is looking for death! Take it down for me!"

Zhao Chu gave an order and rushed over a dozen rebels, each with a sword and gun shouting to kill the uninvited guest.

The monk didn't pay attention to the dozen or so of them at all. When the dozen or so people rushed forward and greeted him with ten swords and guns, the monk waved the shovel stick in his hand, three times, five times and two, the dozen or so rebels They were beaten with knives and guns, and all the people flew out screaming. After landing, some became dead bodies, and some were not dead but couldn't get up, struggling painfully on the ground.

Zhao Chu and Han Yue were taken aback, knowing that this monk was definitely not an ordinary monk, and must have a lot of background, so they ordered their subordinates to shoot arrows.

Among the 1000 men and horses, there were [-] archers, and after receiving orders, they shot at the monks indiscriminately.

The monk was unhurried, dodging left and right, and waving the convenient chain shovel in his hand to block the rain of arrows. At the same time, he was standing still, and after jumping three times in the air, he fell into the middle of the team, and the bow and arrow were lost. As a result, the team is a bit chaotic.

Zhao Chu and Han Yue knew that they had encountered a tough hand today, so they quickly entered into a division of labor, and asked Han Yue to lead people to protect the prison car and leave first, while Zhao Chu led some people to pay the monk.

They got along well, but it didn't work because the monk's martial arts were too strong, and he didn't give them a chance to part ways.

So many rebel soldiers couldn't surround him alone, and the convenient serial shovel in his hand was whistling, killing the corpses of the rebel soldiers all over the place. Pulling on the horse and running, the monk took off the Buddhist bead from his neck and threw it at Zhao Chu. The thing roared and hit Zhao Chu's back.

The heart shield shattered with a click, and Zhao Chu let out a mouthful of blood with a scream, and the dead body was chopped off by the horse.

At this time, the string of Buddhist beads flew back to the monk's hand. The monk caught the beads and shook his hand again. The beads flew towards the soldiers of the rebel army again, and several volunteers were knocked to the ground. flight.

Of course, the monk ignored them and killed a bloody road. At this time, Han Yue led hundreds of people to protect the prison car before he was overtaken by the monk before walking a few steps.

Han Yue had no choice but to lead the men back while fighting, and it was another chaotic battle. In the end, Han Yue's head was chopped off by the monk with a shovel stick, and the rest of the rebels left the prison car and fled.

The monk came to the prison car, picked up the convenient chain shovel, clicked a few times, the prison car was smashed, and Luo Cheng was rescued.

At this time, Luo Cheng was a little dumbfounded by the situation in front of him, thinking that he would definitely die this time, but he didn't expect that he was saved when he escaped from death. into a tongue.

Seeing Luo Cheng in a daze, the monk took off his veil and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Luo Shaobao, the poor monk is being polite."

Luo Cheng hurriedly returned the gift, "Master can't do it, thank you, Master, for saving us. Dare I ask how the Master's Dharma title calls us? Why did you risk your life to save us?"

The monk smiled, "The poor monk has a good name, Shaobao doesn't know that the poor monk has a relationship, but our guarantor is His Highness Li Shimin, which is why the poor monk rescued you, so we are a family, so you don't have to be polite." Yes. The poor monk was ordered by His Highness to go to Bingzhou to do something, but he didn’t expect to meet Shaobao here, and Shaobao’s marksmanship is world-class, how could he fall into the hands of these unknown people?"

Luo Cheng was ashamed, and briefly explained what happened.

"Amitabha, commit crimes, commit crimes. Please forgive the poor monk's words. Shaobao's revenge for his father is understandable. However, the Tang Dynasty is currently in turmoil. Please put down your selfishness and put the country's affairs first. Your Highness is a virtuous king. He will definitely let Shaobao realize his long-cherished wish of revenge."

"Master, Luo Cheng has been taught, so he should keep it in mind. I don't know what the master wants to do in Bingzhou. The current Bingzhou has been occupied by Yang Yong."

"Please forgive the poor monk for not being able to tell the truth. We will meet later. Your Highness needs talents like Luo Wang and Shaobao to show their ambitions. Please take care of yourself all the way. Returning to His Highness to make contributions is the right way."

"Grandmaster Jin Yu's words, Luo Cheng will obey his orders. Master, take care all the way." Luo Cheng was very grateful, and respectfully kowtowed to Master Yiguang, then picked up a long spear from the ground, and pinned a short knife on the ground. Waist, swagger away.

Master Yiguang watched Luo Cheng's back getting farther and farther away, and disappeared along the official road...

(End of this chapter)