Chapter 130 Buddha, please protect your little fox (42)
The cough brought Chaoyang back to his senses.
She turned around in horror and fear, and met her father's look of dislike and disgust, as well as her mother's terrifying, angry and cold gaze.
At that moment, the morning sun seemed to fall into an ice cave, and the coldness spread throughout my body.
Jingchen walked slowly, step by step, onto the prayer platform.
The sergeant followed behind him and held an umbrella for him.
Looking at the figure on the platform, the emperor's eyes were hopeful, and his face was full of anticipation and excitement.
That’s great! As long as Buddhist disciple Jingchen speaks out and protects Daliang, and is willing to stay in Jingchen Palace for his whole life to pray for Daliang, he will not become a king who loses his country.
Maybe, he could even lead his troops to fight back and completely annex the Kingdom of Li!
Just thinking about this scene made the emperor so excited that his whole body went numb.
Finally, Jingchen stood on the platform.
Everyone raised their heads and looked up at him, their faces pious, but in their eyes, there was an unconcealable surge of desire.
No one cares about the life and death of the people. All they care about are their own tall and magnificent mansions, countless gold, silver and jewelry, and plump and graceful beauties and concubines.
Jingchen's calm and indifferent gaze swept across every face under the platform.
Excited, expectant, nervous.
All kinds of complicated emotions came together, the air was so polluted that he felt suffocated.
Jingchen closed his eyelids, slightly opened his cold and thin lips, and his elegant and indifferent voice followed the cold wind and reached everyone's ears.
"The emperor who loves his people like his own children is actually cruel and brutal. The honest and upright officials are actually lustful and corrupt. Such a corrupt Daliang actually wants my protection. It's a huge joke."
The expectant expression on the emperor's face suddenly turned into surprise and disbelief.
When he came to his senses, he hysterically shouted at the captain on the platform
"Pull him down! Quick!"
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the magnificent and majestic palace gate behind everyone collapsed with a loud bang, splashing a pool of dirty water.
Behind the palace gate stood the well-equipped and awe-inspiring Dali cavalry.
They rode tall horses, armed with spears and bows and arrows, and their armor was soaked by the autumn rain.
There was no fear on anyone's face, only a fearless attitude of facing death.
This change happened so suddenly that everyone was shocked.
Someone in the crowd made a sound of fear and panic.
"The Li...Li Kingdom has invaded...Run away!"
In an instant, everyone fled in all directions like birds and beasts, bumping into each other, pushing each other, and shouting angry curses.
The emperor was so frightened that his whole body was shaking and his legs couldn't stop going weak.
Not knowing what he was thinking of, he glared fiercely at Jingchen on the platform and gave the last order.
"Corporal! Kill him!"
When the sergeant received the order, he curled his knuckles around the sword and looked at the Buddha's back with struggling eyes.
The emperor was still urging, "What are you standing there for! Kill him! Are you going to disobey my order?"
Wu Chang wiped the water droplets off his face, then turned around sharply, his eyes firm.
"Buddha's son! Don't worry! Even if I risk my life, I won't let anyone from the Li Kingdom touch a hair on your head!"
Daliang is guilty, the emperor is guilty, but the Buddhist son is incorruptible and untainted by greed and worldly desires.
He shouldn't and can't die under the cold sword of Li State!
“Rebellion…Rebellion…Everyone is rebelling…”
The emperor muttered in a daze, his face as pale as death.
"Don't harm any of them. Capture them all alive and wait for the king's decision!"
A familiar voice rang out among the Li army.
The emperor's pupils suddenly shrank and he turned his head sharply to look at the source of the sound.
General Ye Shang, who was over fifty years old but full of energy, was sitting astride a horse with his back straight.
Beside him was Ye Ranqing, dressed in red, with an imposing figure and a tough expression. The maroon spear in his hand was glowing with a cold light.
The emperor seemed to see hope, and he used his hands and feet to crawl towards Ye Shang in a hurry.
"Ye Shang! General Ye, you're not dead? That's great, that's great! Quick, kill all of these running dogs of the Li Kingdom! Leave no one alive!"
He seemed to be unable to distinguish the situation, nor could he see clearly which camp Ye Shang was in.
A cold white light flashed across, and a sharp spear was placed across the emperor's neck.
Ye Ranqing's expression was cold, his eyes filled with resentment.
"Your Majesty? Oh no, I should call you the King of a Lost Nation. When you schemed to cause my father and I to fall into the trap set by the Li Kingdom and nearly die, you should have thought this day would come!"
The emperor's expression froze, he reached out and grabbed Ye Shang's trouser leg, raised his head and smiled bitterly as he explained
"I...I was confused for a moment, deceived by the treacherous ministers, and mistakenly believed that General Ye had treasonous intentions, so..."
"Treason?" Ye Ranqing interrupted harshly, "How dare you say that! Aren't you afraid that my father is popular among the people and his achievements will surpass his own? That's why you killed him!"
"How dare you say that you, as an emperor, are worthy of the title of honest and upright? And that you have never killed loyal ministers?!"
After a round of questioning, the emperor was speechless. He opened his pale lips and wanted to continue explaining, but Ye Ranqing did not give him a chance.
"Come here! Take him away and await your punishment!"
The emperor was struck by lightning, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and he fell to his knees on the dirty ground.
Dirty water splashed up, and the golden dragon robe was completely soiled.
*
On July 15th, the Daliang Dynasty collapsed and the fierce army of the Li State occupied the capital.
It was also on this day that the old abbot of Putuo Temple, Jingkong, passed away.
His body was displayed in the Buddhist hall of Putuo Temple and worshipped with incense for seven days, and then turned into a relic.
A pilgrim saw two familiar faces among the worshippers.
One of them is the young Master Wuan who returned to secular life not long ago.
The other person was the famous Buddhist disciple Jingchen from the previous dynasty.
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