Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 140 Are They the Heavenly Soldiers Under the Buddha's Seat?

Chapter 140 Are They the Heavenly Soldiers Under the Buddha's Seat...

The Chi River, which is nearly thirty meters wide, flows endlessly.

The Chi River in Liangyuan is also known as the Buddha's Nu River, which means that the Buddha was angry, causing the river to be turbulent and rushing all year round.

In such a river, not to mention sailing, even people who are very good at swimming often drown in it.

When Zhang Yuan and his companions reached the river bank, the water was surging like the roar of an angry Buddha, and the waves were several feet high.

"Captain Zhang, the terrain on both sides of the Fo Nu River is extremely variable, and there are no major roads at all."

"If we are blocked by the river, we really have no choice but to jump into the river."

Looking at the river ahead, Zhao Kuo spoke loudly.

If you jump into a river like this, I'm afraid few people can survive.

The monk soldiers following behind all had pale faces.

Being in Liangyuan area, they already knew the legend of the Nujiang River.

Captain Zhang is not from Liangyuan, so he probably wanted to use the Nujiang River to stop the enemy.

Zhang Yuan's face was calm. After getting off his horse, he asked Xu Changzhi and others to assemble the bows and crossbows they brought.

It's the kind of heavy crossbow used for siege.

In the past few days, Zhang Yuan caught those craftsmen and forged and modified five siege crossbows.

He mounted the heavy crossbow, hung an iron chain behind the crossbow, and shot an arrow.

"Bam—"

The bow shook and shot the long arrow to the other side, where it hit a big tree by the river and pierced through the tree that was as thick as a man's embrace.

The iron chain hanging behind the crossbow was also tightened.

Xu Changzhi jumped up, stepped on the iron rope, and landed on the other side after a few jumps.

Most of the other martial arts guards also came from the underworld and had good light-body skills, so they could all walk briskly on the iron chain.

In just a moment, seven or eight iron chains connected the two banks, and then round wheels were hung up, with pulleys covered with wooden boards underneath.

A chain bridge was built in this way.

Zhao Kuo and the monk soldiers behind him stared at the scene in a daze.

Liang Yuanyu had never seen such a method before.

Two or three war horses stepped onto the pulley, and the pulley on the other side pulled, and it was moved over in just four or five breaths.

With a few pulleys turning, it took less than a quarter of an hour for the men and horses to reach the other side.

"Send the horses and baggage to the other side, and we will stop the enemy on the riverbank."

Zhang Yuan looked across and spoke in a deep voice.

"promise!"

The guards shouted.

Although they had been through thick and thin with Zhang Yuan and had already disregarded life and death, they were probably still happy to see such a way out.

Zhao Kuo and the monk soldiers behind him also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain Zhang, this, the Qin military manual doesn't seem to have written about this..."

Zhao Kuo looked at the cable bridge in front of him and murmured to himself.

"Brother Zhao, have you read the Great Qin's military manuals?" Zhang Yuan waved his hand and said calmly, "Logistical methods like these are all secret military strategies. Do you think they can be spread to Liangyuan Territory?"

Zhao Kuo nodded and looked into the distance, his eyes full of longing.

In the Qin Dynasty, there are endless military books to read.

……

Two days later.

The first batch of 3,000 monk soldiers and hundreds of martial monks who came to pursue them arrived together with many martial artists from the martial arts world.

"Woo——"

In the camp, the sound of horns rang out.

Hundreds of figures rushed out of the camp and fled to the rear.

The old monk in yellow robe who led three thousand monk soldiers sat upright on his war horse, holding a Zen staff in his hand and a smile on his face.

"A mere cowardly Qin people caused such a stir that the Tianlong Temple, the Big and Small Tianlong Temple, and the Tongyuan Temple have all fallen into decline."

Beside the old monk, a middle-aged monk wearing half armor and half monk robe held down a heavy sword with his eyes narrowed.

"Master Zuo Yuan, that's the Nu River over there, right?"

"These Qin people are unfamiliar with Liangyuan territory and are courting their own destruction."

These words made the monks on the surrounding war horses smile.

They came from Dongming Temple, more than 2,000 miles away, and rushed before the monks and soldiers of Xiaotianlong Temple and Tongyuan Temple, just to seize the Bodhi seeds and get the reward offered by Datianlong Temple.

Three thousand monk soldiers, hundreds of martial monks, Buddhist disciples, and martial artists from the martial arts world are all the combat forces that Dongming Temple can mobilize.

In Liangyuan area, most of the temples are similar. Each of them controls a certain force and cannot afford to support too many monk soldiers.

The monk soldiers also need to eat and drink, practice, and receive training.

If all the money is used to support the monk soldiers, how can the monks and Buddhas in the temple practice?

"Capture the Qin people and find the Bodhi seeds, and you will receive a reward of 100 taels."

The old monk in yellow robe gave a long shout, urged his cavalry to move forward, and led the monk soldiers to gallop.

There were more than 300 cavalrymen in total, and behind them were monk soldiers holding swords and spears. Some of them wore leather armor, some wore scale armor, and some wore wooden armor or bamboo armor.

There are many people, and they create a cloud of dust.

With such momentum, who would dare to stop it without three or two thousand soldiers?
If we could catch up to those hundreds of Qin people and block them at the Fo Nu River, wouldn’t we be able to kill them directly?
The martial artists and scattered monks following behind quietly quickened their pace and used their light-body skills.

If you don't rush to the front, you may not get any credit. The army rushed straight to the bank of the rushing river.

"What about people?"

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

The river was rolling, and the Qin people who had fled before were nowhere to be seen.

"Move forward."

The yellow-robed old monk Zuo Yuan Foye snorted coldly, his eyes blazing with murderous intent: "Those Qin people will have no chance of escaping unless they have wings."

Leading the army along the river bank, he saw fallen silver ingots, gold beads, and food on the road.

Zuo Yuan Foye finally smiled, and the army moved forward until the road along the river bank became narrower and narrower.

After turning the steep river bend, there is no road ahead.

"This……"

The middle-aged monk behind Master Zuo Yuan showed doubt on his face and looked towards the other side of the river which was filled with steam.

"Could it be that they really have wings..."

Before he could finish his words, his eyes widened.

On the opposite bank of the river, figures stood up.

"Bam—"

His body was pierced by a ten-foot-long crossbow arrow, which carried his body half a foot away and stuck in the mountain wall beside him.

"Bam—"

Crossbow arrows that are several feet long.

Each of the pruned branches is more than four feet long.

With a sharp whistling sound, arrows pierced through the river vapor and shot from the other side.

On the narrow mountain path, all the monk soldiers, martial artists, and monks wearing bright yellow robes became targets.

Senseless.

Everyone was stunned.

How did the Qin people get to the other side?

Where did they get those spear-like arrows that could penetrate several people with one strike?

"Bam—"

A crossbow arrow shot towards Zuo Yuan Foye.

The innate energy of Master Zuo Yuan flowed through his body, and he raised the Zen staff in his hand and blocked the crossbow arrow with it.

"when--"

The crossbow arrow was knocked down by the Zen stick and hit the mountain path. The arrow body bent and then bounced heavily on the butt of the warhorse ridden by Zuo Yuan Foye like a long whip.

"Hillilili——"

The warhorse felt pain and stamped its hooves, rushing down the mountain path and into the surging Fonu River.

"The Buddha fell into the Nu River—"

"It's over, it's over. The monk was taken away by Buddha——"

"The Buddha was shot to death. Amitabha, the Buddha has passed away to the Pure Land—"

The roaring sound of the water made the call seem vague.

The monk soldiers blocking the mountain road in the rear and the martial artists in the martial arts world only knew that something had happened in the front, something big.

"Bam—"

Crossbow bolts and arrows covered the mountain path.

Three thousand monk soldiers, those monks, and martial artists collapsed directly.

Someone turned around, but was stopped by someone behind him.

Someone drew his sword, and a fight began to break out for the road.

Someone fell into the river and was washed away by the water of the Fo Nu River.

……

By the time the remaining monks fled the riverbank and gathered in a spacious place, only a little over half of the more than 3,000 people were left.

The warhorse was lost long ago.

Weapons and armor were almost all thrown away.

Everyone lay on the ground, covered in sweat and gasping for breath.

In this world, the unknown is what is truly terrifying.