Sky Prison: Sign To The Prison Suppression Demons At The Beginning Of The Game

"Donor Lee."

The abbot of Lingyin Temple gave a Buddhist ritual to Li Xinglan. Since Li Xinglan made a move to refine the demonic energy and exposed the hypocritical mask of "My Buddha", a group of monks in Lingyin Temple have been grateful to him.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Li Xinglan is willing to become a monk and become a monk, then the position of the abbot of Lingyin Temple is definitely Li Xinglan. Regarding this point, it is estimated that individuals must raise their hands and feet in favor of Lingyin Temple. .

When Li Xinglan went to Lingyin Temple again, naturally he would not have seen Hong Chen and came to be a monk. After he returned a gift, he was straightforward.

"Now that the Wuqi army is in the realm, my people in the southern border of Lili are miserable. The abbot and the senior monks of Lingyin Temple are compassionate. Are you willing to help with the next small favor and save my people in the southern border, in dire straits?"

Li Xinglan's posture was very low. After all, he was asking for help. Without the cooperation of hundreds of monks in Lingyin Temple, some of his ideas would be too difficult to implement, and the hope of success would become particularly slim.

However, Li Xinglan obviously underestimated the previous events, which created his current position in the hearts of a group of monks in Lingyin Temple.

The one who was rescued by Li Xinglan and the only surviving senior monk with the character of "Fu" in Lingyin Temple, the little master uncle who spoke to the abbot of Lingyin Temple, had given orders to a group of younger generations shortly before Closed Door Training.

When Li Xinglan speaks, he will respond to any request.

Karma here, in fact, Li Xinglan himself is completely unaware of it now.

"I don't know what the donor Li is doing?"

Seeing the abbot acquiesced, Li Xinglan relieved his heart and said immediately.

"Under Lingyin Mountain, there are hundreds of thousands of troops stationed by Wu Qiguo. They guarded this Xiahe City with heavy troops, and they attacked from the front. My Dali soldiers will inevitably be killed and injured, but..."

Li Xinglan's eyes flashed strangely, pointing to the wind and snow outside the door, and said in a solemn tone.

"God is beautiful and wants to give me a great opportunity for Dali. If I, Li Xinglan, don't seize this opportunity to defeat Wu Qi's powerful enemies, so that their vitality will be greatly injured, and then I will not dare to go north, wouldn't it be a kind of sorry for God?"

The abbot of Lingyin Temple seemed to understand, when Li Xinglan saw this, smiled and explained patiently.

"Xiahe City is surrounded by water on three sides and backed by Lingyin Mountain. It can be said that it is a man who can be used as a guard, and the Wuqi army has also opened up the food path. They are completely able to continue to consume it with me."

"However, the sky's dangerous pass, sometimes happens to be useful for me. Now that the winter is full of snow, my Dali city is protected by the power of the dragon veins for all seasons like spring. Everywhere is covered in silver, wherever the wind and frost go. , The light one is with water on the knees, the heavy one is more than ten thousand feet permafrost."

"If we cut off the water source on Lingyin Mountain, the Wuqi army below the frozen ground would not even notice the abnormality at all. When the spring blossoms, the monks dig up the dam, and the turbulent currents are surging down. In an instant, Xiahe can be flooded, and hundreds of thousands of people will be flooded."

The abbot of Lingyin Temple looked at Li Xinglan with shock on his face when he heard the words.

"What Li Shizhu said is indeed feasible, but after this catastrophe, will the murder be too heavy?"

Li Xinglan smiled coldly and said in a cold tone.

"The military uniform is on the body, the sharp blade is in the hand, they are treading my Dali land under their feet, and they are more than guilty of death!"

The abbot of Lingyin Temple didn’t know how to refute this. Li Xinglan’s words were telling him in disguised form that if the army of hundreds of thousands of magical witches does not die, the flowers will bloom in the spring, like locusts crossing the border, into the southern cities. In the county, there will probably only be more Dali people and soldiers who will die.

"Abbot, don't you want to recruit disciples, spread Dharma, and influence more sinful people in the world?"

"I, Li Xinglan, can assure you here that in the flooding of the Xiahe battle, regardless of success or failure, I will ask the emperor to repair the monastery and Guangda temple gate for you on Lingyin Mountain and attract pilgrims from all over the world."

"Even if my father disagrees, I think it shouldn't be difficult for me to be the King of Zhennan to do this?"

Li Xinglan thinks it is not feasible to just talk about the righteousness. In many cases, he still needs to put his interests on the bright side, and the other party will be tempted.

It is undeniable that these monks in Lingyin Mountain have basically achieved no desires, but to promote Dharma and restore Buddhism is definitely something they have been thinking about.

Sure enough, after the abbot of Lingyin Mountain was silent for a long time, he suddenly gritted his teeth and nodded gently.

Li Xinglan then informed the other party of some specific matters and precautions, and then hid his figure, left Lingyin Mountain, and returned to Nanyang City.

The reason why he chose to let these monks from Lingyin Temple do this was entirely because he believed in the skills of the monks in Lingyin Temple. Much more accurate than he is an outsider.

With the skill of a group of monks in Lingyin Temple, it was too simple to hide Wu Qiguo's patrol soldiers on Lingyin Mountain.

Moreover, the generals of Wu Qi Country who knew that the monks of Lingyin Temple were not easy to provoke before, would not take the initiative to get in trouble.

Whether it was the frontier guards before Dali or Wuqi's soldiers, some of the taboos of Buddhism were held in an attitude that they would rather be trusted than not.

Nanyang City, above the tower.

[Congratulations to the host Nanyang Tower for successfully signing in and getting the "Veteran’s Letter"]

After Li Xinglan looked at the signed objects calmly, he let out a sulky breath, then turned his head and looked to the north, the direction of the Imperial City of Kyoto.

"Xiao'an introduced the Southern Huai Army into Kyoto. Some time has passed. I don't know what the lively scene of the Imperial City of Kyoto is now."

"call……"

"The New Year is old, unknowingly, this year is about to pass."

"Hehe, Kyoto, how many people still remember my name, Li Xinglan?"

"Perhaps, it's time for me to go back and take a look."

Li Xinglan smiled faintly, withdrew his messy thoughts, suddenly turned around, looked at a handsome soldier not far away, and slowly walked over with a grin.

"Brother, what do you call?"

The soldier's heart jumped, and he was about to speak back, but Li Xinglan suddenly stretched out his arm and put it on his shoulder, looking into the distance, his tone erratic.

"I, Li Xinglan, have been assigned to the border for more than six years, and you have followed me silently for more than six years like a shadow. During this period, you have acted as a groom, a fire head, a maid, and even Wu Qi's school knife."

"Anyway, you have worked hard for the past six years. Go back and tell my father that I don't need your protection anymore."

The soldier's pupils shrank sharply, looked at Li Xinglan in shock, and said with a solemn and difficult tone.

"His Royal Highness, is... when did you discover it?"

Li Xinglan looked back to the north, and said with emotion.

"Outside the Imperial City of Kyoto, in the forest of Dangyang Road, you once secretly made a shot and used Sword Qi to deter the killer of the Gang Qi realm."

"At first, I thought it was the Sword Qi sent by a master in the imperial city from a distance. Later, when I came back in embarrassment, Lin Cenjun and others didn't mention anything about it, so I guessed you. I must have shown up and told Lin Junjun what they did."

The shadow suddenly looked at the profile of Li Xinglan, the second prince, with a complex expression. At this moment, he had only eight words to comment on the highness who he had secretly'protected' for six years.

The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose.

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