In the dark night, the gate of Xuantian Temple was pushed open heavily. In the light of the fire, Xia He and a team of soldiers strode into the temple.
The young monk behind the door looked up and saw a sea of soldiers outside the door, all wearing armor and holding swords.
He was so frightened that his legs went weak and the lantern in his hand almost fell to the ground.
“This…what’s going on?”
The little monk asked stutteringly, his face as pale as paper.
Xia He stepped forward, his expression calm, but his tone left no room for doubt:
"A soldier from the military camp got lost in your temple, and we were ordered to come and search."
"Soldier? Lost?"
The young monk was stunned for a moment, obviously not reacting. He waved his hands in panic and said:
"This... this is impossible! Our temple never allows outsiders in at night, how could it be..."
Xia He was too lazy to waste words with him and just waved his hand to interrupt:
"Whether it exists or not, we won't know until we search it. Get out of the way."
Seeing Xia He's stern expression and the murderous look on the soldiers behind him, the young monk was so frightened that he lost his mind and said quickly:
"I...I have to inform the abbot!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran into the temple.
"No need, I will talk to your abbot myself."
However, as soon as he took a step, Xia He pushed him away and rushed in with the soldiers.
The young monk was pushed and staggered, almost falling down. He could only watch Xia He and his men break into the depths of the temple, stamping his feet in anxiety.
Soon, hurried footsteps were heard in the temple.
The abbot came hurriedly with a group of monks holding sticks, their faces gloomy.
The abbot is about sixty years old, with white hair and beard. He wears a cassock and holds Buddhist beads in his hands. He looks like an immortal.
When he saw Xia He, he frowned and asked in a deep voice:
"General, why did you lead your troops into my Xuantian Temple late at night? Don't you know that this is the largest temple in Yunzhou?"
Xia He's expression remained unchanged and he repeated his excuse.
The abbot's face changed slightly when he heard this, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:
"General, what you said is too absurd! My Xuantian Temple is a quiet place, how could a soldier get lost?"
"What's more, my temple is very popular. Even the former Yunzhou governor, Lord Hou Cang, and many officials often come to worship Buddha. Even the Queen Mother has praised my temple for its efficacy!"
"General, you are so offensive, aren't you afraid that I will report it to the court tomorrow?"
Xia He remained unmoved and continued calmly:
"If the abbot has no guilt in his heart, why would he stop it?"
The abbot's face darkened, and he was about to say something else, but a monk behind him could no longer hold back, strode forward, and shouted angrily:
"How dare you, soldiers, run wild in my Xuantian Temple! Do you really think that there is no one in my temple?"
Xia He glanced at the monk and said coldly:
"Someone, search for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers behind him immediately took action.
The monk became furious upon seeing this and swung his long stick at Xia He.
Xia He snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he raised his hand and slapped the monk. The monk immediately flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, spurting out blood from his mouth, and fell heavily to the ground.
"you……!"
Upon seeing this, the abbot's face changed drastically, and his hand, which was pointing at Xia He, trembled slightly.
The monks behind him were also frightened by Xia He's move and did not dare to act rashly for a while.
In the chaos, the soldiers poured into the depths of the temple like a tide.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the abbot quickly turned around and fled with the help of several monks. Xia He was sharp-eyed and immediately waved his hand and shouted:
“Stop them!”
Several soldiers immediately rushed forward, ready to stop the abbot and his entourage.
However, just when they were about to pounce, the originally old and frail abbot suddenly flashed and jumped onto the roof like a nimble monkey, running over the eaves and walls, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, this old Deng!"
This scene stunned everyone, even Xia He was stunned for a moment.
He never expected that this seemingly old abbot would have such skills!
"Chase!" Xia He came to his senses and immediately led people to chase after him.
However, when they arrived deep into the temple, they found that the abbot was hiding behind a high wall, staring at them coldly.
Only then did Xia He notice that a high wall had been secretly built deep in the Xuantian Temple!
The towering high walls look like a small city, which is totally out of tune with the solemnity of the temple.
In ancient times, many noble families would build tall buildings, similar to a city within a city, and hide in them during times of war.
But a small temple is like this? I wonder how much money they have earned from incense offerings!
He looked up at the abbot behind the high wall and said coldly:
"Master Abbot, how many shameful things are hidden in your temple?"
The abbot stood on the high wall, looking down at Xia He. There was no trace of kindness on his face anymore, but a cold smile instead:
"General, have you ever thought about the consequences of your intrusion into my Xuantian Temple today? My Xuantian Temple has been established in Yunzhou for a hundred years. How can a mere general like you shake it?"
Xia He stood under the high wall, his eyes as cold as a knife, and ignored the abbot's sarcasm and threats.
He raised his hand and shouted, "Soldiers of the Xuanwu Camp, listen up! Charge in, and leave no one behind!"
The eight hundred soldiers of the Xuanwu Camp responded in unison, their voices like thunder, making the monks on the high wall turn pale.
These soldiers were all wearing heavy armor, holding spears and sharp blades, and they rushed towards the high wall like a stream of iron.
The Wuying Camp was the most elite of the four camps that was good at attacking cities. They did not take the high walls of the temple seriously at all.
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