Chapter 121: Ban

Foshan was robbed, the immortal glory with the collapse of the Great Buddha completely dissipated between heaven and earth. This is the darkest day in the Buddhist kingdom. Tens of thousands of Buddhas looked at the direction of the Holy Mountain and wept bitterly.
The demon is born, and the Buddha can't do it. The pure land of the Buddha's country would have to fall into the night of terror.
Why haven't their Buddha returned?
The Buddha who supported the pseudo-buddha had already lost his heart and could not bear the slightest blow. On the night of the Buddha's destruction, he fell into despair and panic.
On the mountain, next to the collapsed stone statue, three hundred imprisoned soldiers sit on the ground to adjust their breath, and their blood-stained faces are as firm as ever. The Queen Mother.
In the Temple of Heaven, the grandson sat on the side seat beside the dragon chair, and has been sleeping for days. Under the phoenix crown, a pair of beautiful eyes are now covered with bloodshot eyes, but they still insist on perseverance.
The folds on the table case have been piled up pile by pile, especially the report from the southwest of Daxia, and one copy will be sent every half day.
She ruthlessly sent him to the battlefield. How could she not feel guilty or worry? She is not a heart of iron. But her personal emotions are so small compared to the millions of civilians in the southwest of Daxia. Can only sacrifice him, the person she trusts most.
More than half a month later, he did very well. The bald donkeys of the Buddha Kingdom did not advance half a step, so Daxia also got a short breath.
These days, the northern Mongolian army in front of the northern city has stopped. Since the disastrous defeat of the Buddhist disciples, Fan Yinyue has converged and the negotiations between the two dynasties are still in progress. It seems that there is no opportunity for relaxation.
It seems that everything is going in the direction of Da Xia.
Today, the most important thing is to elect a new emperor and let the situation of Daxia stabilize as soon as possible.
Half an hour later, a letter was sent from the Temple of Heavenly Oracle and flew quickly towards the direction of the Buddha.
Mijie Mountain, Du'e Temple, the most mysterious and sacred place in the Buddhist kingdom, today those who blaspheme stepped in to destroy the foundation of the Buddhist gate.
Ning Chen led Xiao Mingyue into the hall, and his eyes were majestic, and his golden body was dazzling.
The Buddha Temple is unimaginable. It is hard to believe how such a huge Buddhist temple was built on Yajie Mountain. It is almost impossible to do it for future generations.
In the main hall, the relics where the Buddhist monks of the past dynasties sat down, the golden light was brilliant, and it looked very extraordinary.
Ning Chen stepped forward, looked at the thirteen relics, reached out and looked at them for a long time, and found no strangeness. He couldn't help but frown, and put all of them away with a wave of his hand.
"What's the use of this stone?" Mingyue asked puzzled.
"I don't know, just take it away and talk about it," Ning Chen shook his head and replied.
It is said that Buddhism exercises are different from ordinary martial arts. After being cultivated into the realm, the golden body will not be destroyed. Even after sitting down, it can inject a body into the relics.
However, this is just a legend, he does not know whether it is true or not.
These monks could not be cut hard when they were hard. The stones formed after death were also very hard, and it was not clear what their purpose was.
The two spent a long time in the main hall again, and found nothing to take away. Xiao Mingyue took a small mallet in front of the Buddha. Ning Chen looked at it and all the mallets were taken away. stand up.
After the front hall was over, the two went to the back hall again. This is the place where the Buddhist disciples rested. After a simple overturn, they found some immortals and put them away.
The last place they went to was the residence of the abbot of Du'e Temple. However, before stepping in, they were blocked by a powerful force and could not get closer to half a step.
"Can't go in, what should I do?" Mingyue reached out and touched the invisible obstacle in front of him, unhappy.
Ning Chen also reached out to feel it, and was immediately depressed. The strength of the ban was at least congenital and above.
Although he is already in the middle of the ninth grade, he is still some distance away from the congenital. It is estimated that it will be difficult to break this prohibition at a time.
"Mingyue, you back off, I try"
Ning Chen greeted Xiao Mingyue back, and then pulled out the ink sword, ready to brute force.
Mingyue walked back obediently for more than ten meters, and said crisply, "Okay, you can start"
Ning Chen prepared it, and immediately cut it with a sword.
At the next moment, but there was a loud noise, the golden light was tremendous, and the earth was shaking. .
The ban shook, and then quickly calmed down, nothing happened.
Ning Chen shook the arm that was shaken and numbed. This thing was so resistant, it was a bit difficult to handle.
He didn't have no way to break the prohibition. The sand sword given to him by his predecessors must have smashed the turtle shell. However, this is a gift for the old bald donkey. How could he waste it here.
"Can it be opened?" Xiao Mingyue shouted and asked.
"No problem, you wait a while"
Ning Chen strengthened himself, and Xiao Mingyue was still watching, not embarrassing.
Isn't it just a break of the prohibition? Innately he can't fight it, can't he even open a prohibition set innately?
A moment later, on the Boundary Hill, there was a loud bang, and many of the impaired soldiers in the imprisoned army had some curiosity and unconsciously glanced at the imperial leader who was still healing.
"Go, if you want to go" the Chief of the Forbidden Army did not open his eyes and said calmly.
Everyone agreed, immediately stood up and ran towards the noise.
Not long after, the old monk in the apse stood in front of a large number of soldiers, watching their princes there unscrupulously, frantically chopping a looming golden light ahead.
Mingyue pinched a piece of dried beef from a soldier's hand and put it in his mouth, chewing boredly, when will it be cut.
The soldiers around were curious and waited beside Xiao Mingyue. They were no stranger to the little Northern Mongolian emperor beside them, and they didn't feel bad about it. If the matter of Wang Ting is a child who can take the lead, Daxia will not be so hard to fight.
In front of the old monk's residence, the rumbling voice continued, everyone looked tired and crooked, and sat down with Xiao Mingyue, while bored waiting while eating the dry food that he carried with him.
"How long will it be?" After a while, Mingyue was a little sleepy, but because of this loud noise, he could not sleep again, so he called out impatiently and urged.
"almost!"
Ning Chen turned his head back, and when he saw the crowd of people sitting behind him, he couldn't help but startle. These guys all came.
"Hou, do you need any help?" A strong soldier asked courageously, but his body didn't mean to move at all.
"Yeah, Hou Ye, don't be polite if you need help." Seeing someone started, the rest of the soldiers also cheered.
Ning Chen looked at these guys contemptuously, and knew that he was a big talker.
"You sit and watch, this prince must open it up" Ning Chen feels majestic and frustrated. Even these gangs dare to laugh at him, and today he will break open the turtle shell to get his face back.
The rumbling noises resurfaced, and Ning Chen made up her mind that in any case he could no longer be embarrassed in front of his subordinates, and it was more violent after one sword after another.
Two hours later, it was almost dawn, and a forbidden soldier ran over and shouted: "Hou, a letter from the palace"
Ning Chen glanced at the forbidden light, and took the letter. He turned and walked to Xiao Mingyue to sit down and looked carefully.
The soldiers also calmed down, not knowing the news from the empress lady in the palace.
"It will take about ten days for the rescue to arrive, and the lady will let us persevere." Ning Chen glanced at the first half of the letter and raised his head to inform the people.
This letter was written the day before yesterday, and it took more than a day to get it here. Counting the days, they did have to wait for about ten days.
The generals had no joy, nor any frustration. Ten days, it was a bit long for them, but they survived.
In the second half of the letter, Chang Sun focused on the situation in the Imperial City and Northern Mongolia.
The situation in the Imperial City has not changed much yet.
What he was most concerned about was the excessive calm of the Northern Mongolian Army. Although the negotiations between the two dynasties were still in progress, he did not believe this thing at all. Mongolia is absolutely impossible to retreat.
The gradually easing situation now is undoubtedly an illusion, Fan Lingyue seems to be subtly conveying an attitude to everyone in Daxia.
Negotiations are possible between the two Koreas!
He is far away in Buddhism now, not sure what Fan Lingyue is thinking, but this illusion is definitely a big hidden danger for Daxia.
"Come here, go and get the pen and ink" Ning Chen said at the thought.
"Yes" waited for the respectful soldiers, and immediately turned to the hall.
There was no shortage of study materials in the hall, and in a moment, the pen and ink were taken over.
Ning Chen took over the pen and ink and immediately wrote down his suggestions. The letter repeatedly emphasized the need for Chang Sun to handle the imperial city carefully, especially for Fan Lingyue, and he must be more careful not to believe in any illusion of peace.
At the end of the letter, he briefly explained what happened, so that Chang Sun Mo had to worry, he could still hold it here.
"Immediately ~ send the letter back to the palace" Ning Chen folded the letter and handed it to the forbidden soldier next to him.
The "compliance" commander led the order, and quickly left.
After such a toss, everyone was no longer in the mood to have fun. Ning Chen was also reluctant to procrastinate. Before going to the ban, the body lifted its peak, the sky was full of snowflakes, the ink sword trembled, and the frost quickly froze.
The blazing sword light fell heavily above the prohibition, and the golden light of the already obscure pole finally couldn't bear this powerful force anymore, and slammed open.