I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Seeing that Huikong was unwilling.

But one must keep saying how wonderful it is.

Qin Feng and Qin Li couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Suddenly, Qin Feng felt that he was quite bad.

Is this the joy of being a villain?

If he had known this would happen, he would have taken the role long ago. Why did he have to play the righteous and glorious protagonist? He's just asking for trouble.

Just as Qin Feng was sighing with admiration, Qin Li spoke up, "Master Huikong, why do I feel like you resemble someone so much?"

Huikong clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said humbly and politely:

"Your Highness the Crown Prince refers to His Highness the Prince of Jiang, right? In the past, many people have said that this humble monk bears a resemblance to His Highness the Prince of Jiang, especially in the eyebrows and eyes."

"In the past, I didn't believe it and thought they were just teasing me. But when His Highness the King of Jiang brought his queen to the temple to offer incense, I also felt that I resembled His Highness the King of Jiang somewhat. This is my honor."

Listening to their conversation, Qin Feng looked closely at Hui Kong. It would have been better if they hadn't talked about it, but now that they were talking, he also felt that Hui Kong and Qin Han looked somewhat alike. If Hui Kong had long hair, other people probably wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

"Even the king of the border region believed in Buddhism?"

Qin Li didn't care who Qin Han brought to the temple to offer incense; this was what he cared about.

Huikong smiled slightly and replied, "In Nanjiang City, no one does not believe in Buddhism."

……

After staying at Pushan Temple for another half an hour, the Qin brothers, Qin Li and Qin Feng, led their men away from Pushan Temple.

On the way back to Southern Frontier City, Qin Li asked Qin Feng, "As the last disciple of the Buddha of the Buddhist Kingdom, why do you think Huikong is staying in Southern Frontier City instead of returning to the Buddhist Kingdom?"

News of the army's southern expedition to the Buddhist Kingdom had been circulating for a long time. Along the way, the monks who had come to preach in the Buddhist Kingdom returned to their country one after another. Why was Huikong still in Nanjiang City? He showed no fear when he saw the two of them, as if he did not know that the two countries were going to war.

Qin Feng replied, "Brother, that's why Huikong is the Buddha's last disciple. If he were to return to the Buddhist Kingdom now, he wouldn't be the next Buddha. This is his chance to prove himself."

This is the same principle as when two countries are at war. Capable generals volunteer to fight on the border, hoping to make a name for themselves, while those who are not capable are afraid of death and prefer to stay in the capital.

"You mean he wants to prove himself? How do you think he will do it?" Qin Li asked again.

Qin Feng said, "Today he just wanted to prove himself and secretly rescue Master Wenzhi. I guess you could say he succeeded."

Although they voluntarily released Master Wenzhi back to the Buddhist Kingdom, without Huikong's pre-prepared carriage, Master Wenzhi would not have set off so quickly.

"good."

Qin Li then changed the subject, saying, "But is Huikong's attempt to prove himself limited to his desire to rescue Wenzhi?"

"What do you mean?"

Qin Feng was taken aback.

But the next moment.

He knew it.

Several people were riding horses on the official road back to the city when suddenly many villagers carrying hoes and pickaxes emerged from the woods on both sides of the road. They appeared to be farmers from the surrounding area.

"What are you doing? What are you trying to do?!"

Zhou Biao was the first to rein in his horse, draw his sword, and shout at them, forbidding them from approaching any further.

Although it's just some villagers, we can't be careless, or we might capsize in a ditch.

Sometimes, these seemingly harmless villagers are actually more difficult to deal with than vicious bandits.

Seeing Zhou Biao and his guards draw their swords, the villagers who surrounded them showed obvious fear in their eyes.

However, led by the village chief, they pressed on relentlessly, surrounding the group completely.

"Brother, you're saying they were also arranged by Huikong?"

Qin Feng, riding on horseback, asked Qin Li beside him in a low voice.

Qin Li remained silent, simply observing everything indifferently.

Why ask? It must have been arranged by Huikong.

"May I ask if you are His Highness the Crown Prince's entourage?"

The village head, a fierce-looking old man, stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked.

"No, no, you've got it wrong."

Zhou Biao didn't want to expose Qin Li's identity so early, because these villagers clearly had ill intentions, and exposing him too early would only put Qin Li in danger prematurely.

"Muramasa, why waste your breath on them! This is Qin Li, and the one next to him is Qin Feng, the seventh prince of the Great Zhou! I saw them in the city; they were chatting and laughing with His Highness the Prince of Jiang, calling each other brothers."

A young man standing next to Muramasa pointed at Qin Li and Qin Feng in the group and said.

Zhou Biao turned to look at Qin Li, his eyes asking what to do.

Qin Li remained silent, but Zhou Biao understood what Qin Li meant.

Qin Li's idea was to hold off on using the knife and observe the situation first.

"That's right, we are His Highness the Crown Prince's team."

Zhou Biao rode forward and readily admitted it, then said, "Now that you have His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Seventh Prince, why don't you commoners kneel down and pay your respects? Are you planning a rebellion?"

Upon hearing this, most of the villagers would put down their various farm tools and kneel down to worship.

But when the old village chief's gaze swept over them sharply, they straightened up again.

Old Village Chief stepped forward, his tone not very friendly: "Your Highness, please give us an explanation before we pay our respects."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Biao asked.

Why did he flee and lead his army to attack the Buddhist kingdom?

Old Village Chief didn't mince words; he spoke frankly and openly.

"Exactly, exactly, why attack the Buddhist Kingdom?"

"Our southern Xinjiang borders the Buddhist Kingdom, which is full of eminent monks."

"They often come here to do good deeds, why are you hitting them?"

"To attack them is to attack us."

"Exactly!"

The villagers echoed this sentiment, raising their farm tools.

They won't let people leave easily unless they get an explanation.

Needless to say, these villagers have been brainwashed and were instigated to block the road.

Having received Qin Li's confirmation, Zhou Biao stepped forward and said with a smile:

"I'm telling you all, please be quiet and listen to me!"

"We are not here to attack the Buddhist kingdom and kill people, but to become one family with the high monks of the Buddhist kingdom."

"Think about it, no matter how good the eminent monks of the Buddhist Kingdom are to you, they are still eminent monks of the Buddhist Kingdom, not from our Great Zhou."

"But things will be different now that we're here. As long as the three states of the Buddhist Kingdom fall under the control of our Great Zhou, those monks will become monks of our Great Zhou. Wouldn't that be better?"

Some villagers who hadn't quite grasped the concept were immediately convinced by Zhou Biao's fallacious reasoning.

They looked at each other, slapped their thighs, and exclaimed excitedly:

"Yes, no matter how good the monks are to us, they belong to the Buddhist Kingdom, not our Great Zhou."

"It's like seeing a beautiful girl on the street. No matter how nice she is to us, she belongs to someone else."

"Why don't we find a way to make the girl our own, like marrying her?"

Upon hearing this, the old village head was so angry he almost twisted his nose...