I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

"Brother, aren't you going to order the army to march on the Buddhist Kingdom?"

"Many of the officers below had complaints, and the soldiers even engaged in armed clashes!"

On a street in Nanjiang City, Qin Feng spoke to Qin Li.

They had been in Nanjiang City for more than half a month, but Qin Li had not yet issued the order for the army to march into the Buddhist Kingdom.

At first, no one took it seriously, thinking that Qin Li was being cautious in his military tactics and was afraid of falling into the Buddhist Kingdom's ambush.

However, the reports brought back by the dozen or so scout teams sent out one after another were surprisingly consistent: there were no ambushes within the Buddhist kingdom, and there was no intention of resistance.

If the army launches an attack now, it can easily take over the Buddhist kingdom.

But for some reason, Qin Li kept his army stationary, waiting in place.

On this day, Qin Li even had the idea of ​​taking him shopping.

"What's the rush?"

Qin Li walked aimlessly down the street with his hands behind his back.

"If any general has any objections, let him come to me personally. As for the soldiers involved in the brawl, deal with them as they should be, without showing any mercy."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng wanted to say something, but after being glanced at by Qin Li, he immediately fell silent.

After thinking for a moment, Qin Feng took the initiative to change the subject.

He looked at an old monk not far in front of the two of them and said:

"Brother, are we just going to let this old monk out like this? Aren't we afraid he'll run away?"

The old monk was none other than Master Wenzhi.

Unlike Uda, Uda has a collar that restricts his strength.

During the three years that Master Wenzhi spent in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Qin Li always treated him with the utmost respect.

In other words, Master Wenzhi still possesses the strength of a grandmaster, and is even stronger than he was three years ago.

If Master Wenzhi wanted to run away, no one could stop him.

"run?"

Qin Li laughed. "If he wanted to run away, he would have done so long ago. Why wait until now?"

"Are you Venerable Wenzhi?"

Suddenly, on the street.

A woman holding a child's hand.

Looking left and right, I recognized Master Wenzhi.

Master Wenzhi always greets everyone with his hands clasped in prayer, showing humility and politeness.

He said with a kind and benevolent expression, "It is indeed this humble monk. May I ask what kind of benefactor this woman is...?"

Before Master Wenzhi could finish speaking, the woman suddenly knelt down with a thud, pulling the child down with her.

"Master, don't you remember me?"

"Three years ago, you traveled north to the capital, entering through Nanjiang City."

"At that time, my son suddenly fell seriously ill and fainted on the street. It was you and your junior brother who saved him, and my son's life was saved!"

"Oh, I see..."

Master Wenzhi then remembered, reached out to help the woman up, and looked at the little boy beside her, "I didn't expect him to have grown so big."

The woman wept with joy, "Son, quickly thank the monk!"

"Thank you, Venerable Master!"

The little boy kowtowed.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of other people on the street, and many people gathered around.

They surrounded Master Wenzhi, not to cause him trouble, but to kneel down and express their gratitude.

Back then, Master Wenzhi and his fellow disciple traveled north from Nanjiang City to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They stayed in Nanjiang City for several days and helped many people.

They were all people whom Master Wenzhi had helped back then.

Now that their saviors are right in front of them, how could they not kneel down and express their gratitude?

As the crowd grew larger and larger, forming three inner and three outer rings, the crowd gradually increased.

They could barely see Master Wenzhi anymore.

Qin Feng was vaguely worried, fearing that this was a method used by the Buddhist Kingdom to save Master Wenzhi.

If Master Wenzhi is really rescued right under their noses, they will have nowhere to turn to cry.

"Brother, what should we do? Should we stop them?"

Qin Feng asked.

"Why are you stopping me?"

Qin Li asked in bewilderment.

"The Buddhist kingdom occupies only two states, a tiny place!"

"Now that our army is at the city gates, and the Buddhist Kingdom shows no intention of resisting, how can they possibly spare any manpower to come to its rescue?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng didn't know what to say, as he had assumed Qin Li was unaware of these things.

Knowing this, why hasn't he ordered his army to launch a proactive attack? I really don't know what Qin Li is waiting for.

Three years have passed, and Qin Li's decisiveness has long since disappeared.

As the two brothers were talking, a group of monks walked over from the distance on the street.

"May I ask if you are Venerable Wenzhi?"

As the monks approached, the leader asked a question.

"It is indeed this humble monk!"

Venerable Wenzhi put his hands together in prayer.

"I am a monk from Pushan Temple. I have come on the orders of the abbot to invite the Venerable Master to the temple for a chat."

"That's what the leading monk said."

"Pushan Temple?"

Venerable Wenzhi paused, as if remembering something, and asked, "Is your abbot Venerable Huikong?"

"Exactly!"

Upon hearing the reply, Master Wenzhi couldn't help but be delighted, and stretched out an arm, saying, "Please lead the way."

"Master, please!"

"Aren't you going to stop them?"

Qin Feng raised his voice and asked again.

Anyone with a brain knows that Pushan Temple is no good.

The invitation to Master Wenzhi at this time must be part of a conspiracy!

The appearance of Pushan Temple was so suspicious that it was hard not to be suspicious.

Qin Li couldn't help but glance at Qin Feng again. He'd really grown bold, daring to speak to him like that now. But Qin Feng meant well.

Do you know what Pushan Temple is?

Qin Li asked.

Qin Feng shook his head.

However, he guessed that this Pushan Temple should be a temple in Nanjiang City, or probably a temple in the Buddhist Kingdom.

"Do you know who Master Huikong is?"

Qin Feng asked, "Isn't he the abbot of Pushan Temple?"

That's what the group of monks said themselves.

Qin Li gently shook his head and said, "He is indeed the abbot of the temple, and also the last disciple of the Buddha of the Buddhist Kingdom!"

Qin Feng was stunned, never expecting this.

But how did Qin Li know that?

Qin Li didn't explain much, he just told Qin Feng to hurry up and catch up.

Following them, we left the city and walked another five miles before arriving at Pushan Temple.

Pushan Temple was built right next to the official road. The temple was not large, but it was solemn.

Although war between the Great Zhou and the Buddhist Kingdom was imminent, the pilgrims to Pushan Temple continued to flock there.

Most of them were people from nearby villages, as well as people from Nanjiang City.

Although there are temples in the city, they still prefer to come here.

When Qin Li and Qin Feng arrived with their men, they found the gates of Pushan Temple wide open, and the monks had been waiting for a long time.

The young monk in the lead, wearing a kasaya, must be Master Huikong.

"They're really young."

Upon seeing Master Huikong for the first time, Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh.

Master Huikong was not yet thirty years old. It was unprecedented for someone to become the abbot of a temple at the age of thirty.

"No wonder he's the last disciple of Buddha," Qin Li sighed.

"Brother, how do you know he was Buddha's last disciple?"

Qin Feng finally couldn't help but ask, puzzled.

To this, Qin Li only had eight words: "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle."

After thinking about it, Qin Feng realized that this was indeed the correct reasoning.

Qin Li must have thoroughly investigated the Buddha before leading his troops to conquer the Buddhist kingdom.

It would be strange if Qin Li didn't know who his disciples were and who his last disciple was.

"I submit and have learned my lesson!"

Qin Feng cupped his hands in greeting to Qin Li.

He genuinely admires him.

At least, he had never investigated the Buddha, nor did he intend to.

The two monks met at the entrance of Pushan Temple, exchanged pleasantries, and then entered the temple together.

"Brother, it seems that young monk has spotted us?"

Qin Feng suddenly said.

He clearly saw that Huikong glanced at them when they entered the temple.

Qin Li smiled slightly and said, "It would be strange if they hadn't noticed us. Come on, let's go inside and take a look!"

They're not invisible; no one can spot them.

After entering the temple, Qin Li did not try to hide his identity.

Instead, he led Qin Feng forward quickly to catch up.

"Master, may I ask who this gentleman is?"

Qin Li took the initiative to ask Master Wenzhi.

Venerable Wenzhi stopped and introduced:

"Your Highness may not know this, but this is Master Huikong, the last disciple of the Buddha."

"Huikong, these two are His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Seventh Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"Greetings, Your Highnesses!"

Huikong took the initiative to bow to the two of them.

In terms of seniority, he had to call Wen Zhi "Uncle-Master".

Looking Huikong up and down, Qin Li spoke his mind, saying:

"Venerable Huikong, our Great Zhou army is about to attack the Buddhist Kingdom. As the Buddha's last disciple, should you remain within the territory of our Great Zhou?"

These words could be considered a veiled threat.

Huikong smiled slightly, put his hands together, and replied:

"Your Highness, you flatter me. Everything is preordained!"

In other words, he didn't care at all if he died.

Qin Li wanted to say something, but Qin Feng tugged at his sleeve.

If Qin Li were to ask such a question again, it would likely provoke public outrage.

It's good that the Great Zhou wants to attack the Buddhist Kingdom, and it's good that Qin Li persuaded the Great Zhou court officials with strong measures.

However, Qin Li failed to persuade the people of Nanjiang City.

The people here still worship Buddha.

The fact that they failed to organize a resistance is thanks to Qin Han.

"Your Highness, Seventh Prince, this humble monk has not seen my martial uncle for many years and wishes to catch up. Why don't you two take a stroll around the temple first?"

Qin Li sneered, stared at Huikong, and said:

"Why not? Seventh Brother, let's go, let's take a good look around and see if this Pushan Temple is hiding any filth or doing anything harmful!"

Huikong's expression remained unchanged. He clasped his hands together and watched Qin Li and Qin Feng leave.

After leaving, the two wandered aimlessly around Pushan Temple.

Qin Feng said, "Brother, do you suspect Huikong?"

"Is there even a doubt about that?"

Qin Li said, "However, this kid is really bold, he doesn't even hurry back to the Buddhist Kingdom."

"Brother, do you think it's possible that he left it here on purpose?"

"certainly."

"Big brother, you know?"

"I don't know what brings me here?"

"What does Big Brother want to do?"

"Respond to each move as it comes!"

"The Buddhist Kingdom was never a match for our Great Zhou. The only way to win is to win by appealing to the hearts of the people. If we are not careful, brother, we will be the ones to lose."

"Therefore, I did not order the army to attack."

"Understood, Your Majesty admires you."