Buddhist monks in the late Qing Dynasty

Chapter 1151: Audacity and Blasphemy

Before the battle, Acting Chief of Military Affairs Cardo found Tiedan and Zhao Chuanxin with a gloomy face.

He said: "Our legion has been assigned the task of the first wave of siege. This is the deployment of the Chief of Military Affairs, Mahatma. You know, I can't refuse. Everything is for order! So, be prepared to meet the Mother of Order!"

Tiedan, Ramadan and others looked pale.

The first wave of siege was really a life-and-death struggle.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the tobacco leaves into his pipe and lit it: "Follow me later, don't get separated."

After he said this, everyone felt more confident.

This world is far more bizarre than the Earth. Zhao Chuanxin needs such an identity and needs the Pilgrim Army to pave the way to collect all the parts of the Order Clock.

Given Zhao Chuanxin's previous performance, these people still have some confidence in him.

The siege horn sounded, and Zhao Chuanxin's eighty men rushed forward carrying two ladders each.

A wooden shield was placed overhead to prevent the enemy from rolling rocks and logs.

In the ghost town, there were necromancers wearing gray and black robes, standing motionless like wooden statues made of clay.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Xingyue: "Why haven't they taken action yet? Do they have any powerful defensive equipment?"

Xingyue said: "No."

Everyone has already reached the base of the wall carrying the ladder.

At this moment, the necromancers on the wall moved.

Green mist was falling all over the sky.

Xingyue immediately said, "They are using poison, very poisonous. You should leave quickly. The Golden Bell Cover cannot protect against poison gas. I am not sure if your body can withstand it."

I am afraid of this unknown danger.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Listen to my slogan. When I say one, two, three, we will throw away the ladder."

"One, two, three, throw!"

There is still some tacit understanding.

The 80 men dropped the ladders, and Zhao Chuanxin ran back: "Follow us."

People couldn't outrun the poisonous gas, and when the poisonous fog fell, they could only barely run to the edge.

Zhao Chuanxin looked up. He could run, but he was afraid that all 80 people would die here.

He yelled, "Keep running, don't look back."

He gathered three points of his Qi and pushed it upwards fiercely.

call……

The Three-Point Return to Origin Qi exploded, and the poisonous fog was swept back.

Zhao Chuanxin took seven steps at a time and caught up with the main group in the blink of an eye.

Among all the teams that set up ladders in the first wave, only Tiedan's team managed to escape.

There were hysterical screams behind me.

Everyone just felt horrified.

The screaming didn't last long and the whole place was silent.

The army behind also stopped.

The Saint stepped out of the line, came to Tiedan, raised his hand and slapped him: "How dare you escape from the battlefield? Cardo died in the city, and you came back?"

He raised his hand, wanting to slap Zhao Chuanxin in the face.

However, his wrist was grabbed by Zhao Chuanxin.

The anger that Zhao Chuanxin had suppressed during this period surged up again: "Do you believe that I will execute you on the spot?"

The Mahatma was shocked.

He had never felt the murderous aura emanating from this man in his entire life.

I'm afraid only God has that kind of indifference to life.

Humans are like ants to God.

But Shengxiong felt that Zhao Chuanxin looked upon him like an ant.

"Let go, please let go..."

There were so many people watching, and the Mahatma felt completely humiliated.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin let go of his hand, Shengxiong stumbled backwards.

He wanted to draw his sword, but Zhao Chuanxin just looked at him indifferently, as if saying: Go ahead and draw it, you will die.

Shengxiong pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Just wait!"

At this time, the shepherd ordered the retreat horn to be blown.

The problem now is that no one is sure whether the previous wave of poison attacks was a spell or an ordinary poison.

If it is the former, it means that the shepherd's spell to seal the battlefield has failed.

If it's the latter, it's equally troublesome.

There were originally believers of the God of Wind in the team, who could cast spells to dispel the poisonous fog, but their spells were sealed by the shepherd.

If the seal is broken, the principles and rules will be violated.

If the seal is not broken, there will be no way to attack the Ghost City.

Ramadan explained the reason to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin concluded: "Well, this is the shepherd's paradox."

"..."

Everyone was talking in a loud voice.

The Mahatma brought more than 300 people and surrounded this place.

The Saint relied on his large number of people and roared angrily: "Tiedan, Zhao Chuanxin, you deserted the battlefield. According to the rules of the church, you should be beheaded. Why don't you surrender?"

Everyone's faces turned pale and they all looked at Zhao Chuanxin instead of Tiedan.

Zhao Chuanxin lived up to everyone's expectations and stood up, holding his pipe and asked, "Who said you can't escape in that situation? Did you say that? Do you represent the church rules?"

"You..." Shengxiong pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "It's no use trying to argue. You and Tiedan will definitely die today. I can let the others go, but you must be responsible for this."

This move is very insidious.

He attempted to split the group.

Zhao Chuanxin told him: "Sure, go get the shepherd's military order and we will be killed."

The Mahatma naturally had no pastoral military orders.

But he believed that such a thing did not require a military order and should be punished by execution according to customary practice.

He waved his hand and the people around him drew their swords.

Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid at all. He drew his cavalry sword and took a step forward, with a cruel and crazy smile on his face: "Okay, let's fight it out."

He has been holding back for a long time.

The Mahatma retreated suddenly.

He always felt uneasy when facing Zhao Chuanxin.

It felt as if Zhao Chuanxin would kill everyone, and he was just an insignificant one among them.

Isn’t this the powerlessness and fear that one should have when facing God?
He didn't know how many people Zhao Chuanxin had killed in his life. If he knew, he would probably kneel down.

The situation is tense and at a critical moment.

Someone came to report: "The pastor wants to see the surviving blue robes of the Legion."

The Mahatma, on the contrary, felt relieved.

Then he became angry at his own cowardice.

Zhao Chuanxin is clearly just a man in a blue robe, why should he scare me?
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

But when the pastor called him, he did not dare to stop him.

But he was unwilling to give up, so he went along.

The second time Zhao Chuanxin met the shepherd, the woman's white robe had been washed clean, her skin was as white as cream, and her brown hair was flowing.

Old Zhao has been a vegetarian for too long, but this woman still has her charm.

Zhao Chuanxin found it difficult to bring himself to take action against a female soldier like Ramadan, who was good-looking but unhygienic.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's lustful gaze, the shepherd frowned, feeling unhappy.

She asked, "Everyone else is dead, how did you escape?"

Tiedan was full of anxiety.

Shengxiong was already unhappy with Zhao Chuanxin. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin staring at the shepherd with burning eyes, he interrupted angrily: "They deserted the battlefield..."

The pastor turned around and said, “I want to listen to him.”

"Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged. "What else can I say? I can only say that we are lucky. I noticed something was wrong the first time and immediately took my men away. That's it."

The pastor looked suspicious: "Really? How did you notice something was wrong?"

Tiedan's face changed slightly.

The Mahatma once again fanned the flames: "Maybe he is a spy."

The pastor was impatient: “Shut up!”

"Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "I am a man of great learning and experience. I have walked across more bridges than you have walked on roads. I have read more books than you have eaten salt. So naturally I understand a lot."

The Mahatma wanted to interrupt again, but when he saw the shepherd's unfriendly expression, he swallowed his words back.

The pastor smiled and said, "Really? Then tell me, which book have you read about this?"

Xingyue was talking in Zhao Chuanxin's ear, and Zhao Chuanxin repeated: "Modern History - Demon God Sect, Human City-State Version, Chapter 6, The Demon God Sect lost its way, endangered others for its own benefit, and was not tolerated by the world. So a branch was separated, and secret medicine and the dead were used to command them..."

That day in the necromancer's house, Xingyue read several bookshelves of books.

Zhao Chuanxin was just retelling the short text, it was very simple.

But several people in the room were shocked by her beauty.

Tiedan remembered that Zhao Chuanxin once said that he had read more than 1,800 books.

Now it seems that it may not be an exaggeration.

Zhao Chuanxin spoke the entire section in one breath without any pause.

The pastor believed it: "It turns out there is a great talent in the army!"

Zhao Chuanxin casually cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry for the embarrassment I've shown you."

The pastor changed his attitude and spoke in a much softer tone: "Then, Zhao Chuanxin, let me ask you, in your opinion, how should we attack the city now?"

The Mahatma was indignant.

He felt that the pastor had been deceived by Zhao Chuanxin.

He was just a little blue-robed man, how could he do anything? What if he read a few books? What if he had a good memory? What if he survived by chance? He was far inferior to that person...

Tiedan looked at Zhao Chuanxin with admiration.

Zhao Chuanxin not only behaved well in front of the pastor, but also read thousands of books and won the favor of the pastor. Zhao Chuanxin held up four fingers and said, "I have five strategies."

The pastor was surprised and said, "I would like to hear more about it."

Zhao Chuanxin thought that since Cardo had died in the battle and there was no one left at the top, he might be able to strive for the top and seize the day.

He stood with his hands behind his back: "First, unlock the seals on some of the soldiers."

"No." The pastor refused directly: "Even if we all die in battle, we cannot do anything that goes against principles and church rules."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Second, form an alliance with the remnants of the creatures. They have a way to quickly cross the city walls."

"Impossible." The shepherd rejected it again: "We are in a deadlock with the remnants of the creatures."

"Third, build artillery and blast open the city gates."

The pastor asked curiously, "Can you make one?"

"I know a little. I need good steel and the oil roots of the cursed desert. With these, I can make you cannons and shells to blow open the city gates."

The shepherd smiled bitterly: "Winter is approaching. We can't afford to waste time. We must fight to the death."

Zhao Chuanxin said, "For the fourth strategy, why don't we discuss it with Ghost Canyon and ask them to return the String of Order on their own initiative to avoid the loss of lives?"

"Eh?" The shepherd groaned, "We haven't considered this option. But tell me the last plan first."

"The last plan." Zhao Chuanxin smiled. "I can sneak into the city, and when the army is attacking, I can suddenly open the city gates to attack from inside and outside. Those necromancers are very arrogant and think we can't do anything, so they won't attack until we get to the city. By the time they attack, the city gates will have been opened, and we can charge in."

The pastor's eyes sparkled: "Okay! But are you up to the task? This is not a joke!"

The Mahatma saw that the shepherd had been completely deceived by the boy, and could not help but get anxious: "Shepherd, please think twice. What if he deceives us, or he fails, then our army will enter the range of the poison gas and suffer heavy casualties!"

Tiedan couldn't help himself and said, "Shepherd, Shengxiong is our military chief, I shouldn't say bad things about him. But he is targeting us. Last time, he asked us to rob a caravan and kill people to silence them, but I didn't agree. Since then, he has been causing trouble for us everywhere."

The pastor’s response was interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin observed her carefully and found that she did not show any shock or surprise.

In other words—she knew?

Or was it simply her order?

The Mahatma's face changed drastically, and when he wanted to argue, the shepherd stretched out his hand to stop him from speaking.

The pastor said solemnly, "Zhao Chuanxin, I will send someone to communicate with Ghost City. If the communication fails, I want to know how confident you are in opening the city gate?"

Zhao Chuanxin pretended to think: "Six points! If the pastor can promise me one thing, then I will be eighty percent sure."

The pastor asked hurriedly, "What's the matter?"

"Come closer and listen." Zhao Chuanxin hooked his finger.

After hearing this, the pastor blushed and said, "Nonsense!"

The two men were talking to each other in a whisper, their faces parallel to each other, almost touching.

Tiedan was dumbfounded.

The Mahatma was burning with jealousy!

Beast, beast, damned dog...

The shepherd is the saint of the Holy City of Order!

He actually kissed me on the face!

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "I still say that, as long as you agree, then you are 80% sure, otherwise only 60%."

The blush on the shepherd's face faded, and her voice became calm and ethereal again: "Come and see me later."

After Zhao Chuanxin and Tiedan left, Shengxiong immediately asked, "Shepherd, what did he ask you to promise?"

The shepherd glanced at him and said, "This is not something you should know. Just do your job well. Don't be like last time, when you failed to complete the task assigned to you, which delayed the march and gave the enemy an advantage!"

The Mahatma was startled and said, “Yes.”

As they walked out, Tiedan was itching to ask, "What did you ask the shepherd to promise you?"

"I asked her to wash my hair and rub my back."

"Tsk... I don't believe it."

"Forget it if you don't believe it."

"What's going on?"

"fine."

At night, Zhao Chuanxin went to find the shepherd.

The shepherd did not speak, but just led the way.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the thick black tent.

This tent is light-proof.

After Zhao Chuanxin entered, he immediately undressed.

The shepherd's pupils shrank and he quickly turned around.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped into the big wooden barrel and lay down, his tone like a master ordering a maid: "Okay, come here."

The pastor actually went to rub his back.

Tiedan would never have thought that what Zhao Chuanxin said during the day was actually true!
The pastor said behind him, "You are so bold to make such a request. If this gets out, many people will want to kill you."

"I asked someone to rub my back, and you want to kill me? Why doesn't the Mother of Order allow bathing?"

"..."

The shepherd rubbed his back and washed his hair.

Then he shaved his beard.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't regard her as a saint at all.

"Hey, be gentle, don't blame me for getting mad if you scratch my skin!"

"Aiwozhuo, you are so clumsy!"

"Don't pull it, the hair follicles will become inflamed..."

The pastors were confused.

Apart from the person in front of her, who else would dare to talk to her like this?
She said angrily: "Don't push your luck. I have never served anyone before!"

"If you have something to ask for, you must be polite to others!"

The pastor sneered: "I have sent people to contact Ghost City. You may not be of any use to me."

"They won't agree." Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile, his pipe in his mouth.

The shepherd's smooth and delicate hands moved across his face, scraping it gently with the scraper.

She said, "How do you know they don't agree? If they don't agree, why did you give me this idea?"

"If I asked you to scrub my back and shave me directly, you wouldn't be happy about it."

The pastor was confused.

This guy would do anything to get himself to rub his back and shave.

She tapped the scraper on the tub to knock off the stubble, stood up and said, "Okay, that's enough for today."

"Oh, let's continue tomorrow?"

"Don't go too far!" the shepherd said angrily. "If the negotiations fail, we will attack the city tomorrow!"

Zhao Chuanxin returned to his military camp feeling refreshed.

When he went back, the black-robed soldiers under his command frowned at him, not recognizing him.

Then Tiedan and Ramadan didn't recognize it either.

"Who are you? Did you join the wrong team?"

"I'm Zhao Chuanxin."

"Huh? Why...why did you shave?"

Zhao Chuanxin used to shave his beard occasionally.

Later, as he grew older and as the people around him grew older, Zhao Chuanxin simply gave up shaving and even stopped asking Xingyue to help him with grooming.

His beard was gone now, and he looked no different from before. No wonder Bayar said he was not old before he died.

The next day, the negotiations failed as expected and the other party refused to give.

Zhao Chuanxin was called to the shepherd's tent again.

All the pilgrim army directors and military officers gathered here.

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin curiously.

The pastor wasted no time: "Zhao Chuanxin, you said you were 80% sure you could open the city gate, right?"

"Yes, but only at night."

The two men no longer looked like they were doing back scrubbing and shaving, but instead looked serious and solemn.

"Raise fire as a signal?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Just set a time. You decide when to open the city gate."

The pastor's eyes lit up: "Okay! But let me be frank with you, if you fail..."

"If you fail, bring your head with you!"

"If you don't follow the schedule, we will fire the whistle as a signal!"

After they left the house, Tiedan asked him worriedly, "Are you sure you can do it? I see they are heavily guarded, how could they sneak in and cooperate with the outside forces?"

Zhao Chuanxin had seen the city gate before, and it was nothing more than thick wood and iron.

He was not going to open it, but to remove the door directly without even using the light blade.

He was only responsible for opening the city gate and was not responsible for anything else.

Zhao Chuanxin packed his bags, bid farewell to his teammates and crossed the mountains alone.

He was on the ridge of Ghost Canyon, waiting for dark.

"Hot pot, grill pan, instant noodles, sandwiches, tacos, Buryat buns..."

Zhao Chuanxin was so greedy!
There is nothing to eat!
When night came, Zhao Chuanxin ate some pancakes and smoked meat, and boiled a pot of water to make the "tea" of this world.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Chuanxin jumped directly down from the ridge.

He was floating above the gate of Ghost City, lying on his back, motionless in the cold wind.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and was gloomy.

I don't know whether it will rain or snow.

Xingyue said: "The necromancer below was so arrogant that he didn't even take the pilgrims seriously."

Zhao Chuanxin whispered, "If I find the String of Order, do you think I should grab it and run, or let the Shepherd get it?"

Xingyue suggested: "Leave it to the pastor. We don't do things that we are not sure of."

The cold wind carried their voices away.

At this time, the whistling arrows rose into the sky, and the sound of arrows was sharp.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled over and fell down at a high speed.

(End of this chapter)