The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

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The back mountain of Qingyue Temple is surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, and is shrouded in mist.

Three thousand monks and three thousand believers, the monks holding Dharma spears, the believers holding grinding sticks, making training sounds in an orderly manner, magnificent.

Xuan Nan quickly came to a thatched cottage, bowed and saluted, and said, "Master Uncle, I, the elder Xuan Nan of the Dharma Academy, greet you. The Emperor of the Song Dynasty is leading an army of more than 100,000 and is heading towards Qingyue Temple. I beg you to lead 3,000 warrior monks and 3,000 believers to defend our temple!"

creak!

After about dozens of breaths, the door of the thatched cottage opened, and an old monk with white hair and wrinkles on his face, wearing a gray robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand and a Vajra Zen staff in his right hand. His aura was unfathomable. Although the distance between him and Xuan Nan was dozens of meters, he appeared in front of him in just a breath.

"For more than a thousand years, our Qingyue Temple has kept to itself and the Song Dynasty. Why did they suddenly invade?" Du Nan couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the sky in the distance, and then asked slowly.

Xuan Nan did not hide it and reported: "My uncle, the Song Dynasty is now in turmoil, surrounded by enemies, internal and external troubles. Emperor Zhao Qiuyan of Song Ren is obsessed with martial arts practice and does not care about the court. Many forces are busy with their own affairs and do not bother to care about our Qingyue Temple. Who knew that a few months ago, Emperor Song Ren sent people to the Wei Dynasty to welcome a young man named Ye Feng, who was granted the title of Zhenguojun and took charge of the Song Dynasty. In just a few months, he suppressed Wen Baijun in the court. I don't know where he moved General Yue Teng to fight against Li Linpu, and led 8,000 cavalry to the Eighteen Cities of Yanyun."

"First, we seized Dongyun City of the Wei Dynasty and controlled Yunhai Ferry. Then we destroyed the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Jin Dynasty, seized Tianyun City, and established Yanyun County. On the way back to the capital, we destroyed Zhao Xiong, the King of Ye who had occupied Ye County for decades in a few days, and happened to pass by our Qingyue Temple."

Xuan Nan told Du Nan all of Ye Feng's achievements after he came to the Song Dynasty, just like he knew all of them. Even though he had seen several emperors of the Song Dynasty, he was shocked when he heard what Ye Feng had done. In just two months, Ye Feng had done what an emperor would have done in decades.

"Amitabha! I never thought that the Great Song Dynasty would give birth to such capable ministers and generals. I would really like to meet them." Du Nan clasped his hands together, with a gleam in the depths of his eyes. He has been responsible for training three thousand monks and three thousand believers for nearly fifty years, and he thinks he is invincible.

He took a step forward, leaving an afterimage behind, and appeared in front of the 3,000 monks and 3,000 believers in training. He put his hands together, and the Buddhist beads hanging beside him kept shaking. He said, "Qingyue Temple is about to encounter a strong enemy. All disciples, please follow me to the front of the mountain gate to resist the foreign enemies."

"Amitabha!"

Many monks and believers bowed and clasped their hands together, following Du Nan in an orderly manner. They seemed to be filled with golden light as they walked towards Qingyue Temple.

Xuan Nan looked at the backs of Du Nan and the others, his eyes still filled with deep worry. He didn't know why, but he always had a bad feeling in his heart.

……

noon.

The sun is high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight is particularly dazzling.

Ye Feng was wearing a white robe, and the Emperor's Sword in his hand emitted a golden glow under the light. The dragon pattern carved on it looked lifelike, and it seemed to be trying to break free from the hilt.

He stood outside the gate of Qingyue Temple and saw three plain and ordinary characters of Qingyue Temple on the plaque hanging in the middle of the towering pillars. The three characters were carved out of gold, giving it a particularly heavy feeling. On both sides of the gate, there were two identical Buddha statues.

In front of the Buddha statue, there is a large four-pillar tripod. The rich residual fragrance mixed with the burning smell floats gently in the breeze.

"Amitabha, may I ask the Lord Zhenguo, our Qingyue Temple has never offended the imperial court, why do we have to send a large army to invade?" He was the monk Xuanyun who reported to the presiding abbot Xuanzhen last night. He originally wanted to go down the mountain early in the morning to convey the abbot's words, but he did not expect that before he had the chance, Ye Feng had already led a large army and arrived outside the Qingyue Temple.

"Qingyue Temple was established a thousand years ago and has enjoyed the prosperity of the Song Dynasty. Its food, clothing, shelter and transportation are all rewards from the court. Now the Song Dynasty is facing internal and external troubles, and the situation is not optimistic. You are instigating the people in Qingyue Temple to hate the court and fool the people. The people within a hundred miles are poorly clothed and hungry, but you are indifferent and continue to plunder and instigate the people to attack the soldiers who have returned victoriously. Do you know why they are fighting? It is for the peace of tens of thousands of people behind them, but now they are humiliated and hurt by the people they protect. This is a shame. What is the point of keeping such a sect?"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, resounding outside Qingyue Temple. Especially the more than 100,000 troops following him, each of them felt their blood boiling. It turned out that Ye Feng led more than 100,000 troops, risking the world's disapproval, offending the rumored Buddha, just to seek justice for them. They were all moved.

Following such a commander, even though they were just ordinary soldiers among thousands of them, the other side had never forgotten the glory they had experienced on the battlefield. How could they not be moved?

"Amitabha!" Xuan Yun clasped his hands together, looking a little ugly. He could not refute or answer the first few sentences of Ye Feng's words, but frowned and said, "My Lord Zhenguojun, do you have a misunderstanding? Our Qingyue Temple has never sent anyone down the mountain, nor has it sent anyone to instigate the people to attack the soldiers."

"Let's not talk about other things for now. Please hand over Fang Yuan and Fang Ling to me for punishment. Give justice to the more than 100,000 soldiers behind me."

Ye Feng's eyes flashed with cold light. Although the many soldiers behind him included the surrendered troops of Ye Wang Zhao Xiong, they had now surrendered to the imperial court. They were his, Ye Feng's soldiers.

He was the king of the country, ruling the Song Dynasty, and they returned triumphantly, but they were attacked and humiliated by the people. He would never allow such behavior to happen.

"Zhen Guo Jun!"

At this moment, more than 100,000 soldiers had tears in their eyes. They felt very clearly that Ye Feng was not putting on a show to win people's hearts, nor was he taking the opportunity to cause trouble for Qingyue Temple. Instead, he truly respected each of their soldiers and fought for their honor. In their hearts, they were silently reciting these three words.

Xuan Yun also realized that something was not right, and immediately ordered the monks behind him: "Go and ask Fang Yuan and Fang Ling to come and explain it to the Lord in person."

Seeing Ye Feng speak so confidently and the expressions of the soldiers behind him changed, he was secretly furious in his heart. He repeatedly emphasized that no disciple of Qingyue Temple should provoke the other side when the Zhenguojun army passed through Qingyue Temple. However, he did not expect that Fang Yuan and Fang Ling would dare to disobey orders and provoke this evil star instead of anyone else.

After a while, the two monks who were looking for Fang Ling and Fang Yuan behind Xuan Yun quickly came to Xuan Yun and whispered, "Uncle Master, something bad has happened. Fang Ling was killed, Fang Yuan is missing, and two women were killed as well."

"what?"

Xuan Yun's eyes widened, his face full of anger.

If he told Ye Feng the truth, the other party would definitely think that Qingyue Temple had murdered and hidden Fang Yuan, and he would have no way to defend himself.