Southern Shaanxi, south bank of Danjiang River, Shangluo Mountain.

The power competes with Song Dynasty and merges with China, and the reputation bullies Huo and Qian.

The dangerous stone is squatting on the tiger's feet, and the old man is holding the dragon's beard.

In the mountain col, there is an ancient temple. In front of the temple, there is a man standing with a bag on his back and a long sword in his hand.

In front of the temple gate, the young monk sweeping the floor was surprised when he saw the person coming. He hurriedly ran up to him with his broom and asked: "May I ask where the donor came from?"

Wang Jian thought for a while and replied: "I'm coming from the north, going south, and going to Baosha to stay overnight."

The young monk hurriedly led the way. It seemed that he had not seen anyone coming from outside for a long time, and he looked a little excited.

After entering the temple, Wang Jian looked around curiously. The cloud windows in the fog pavilion made the mist appear in the painting. When he looked up, he saw that the surrounding area was green and verdant. It was truly a fairyland on earth.

For a moment, I felt relaxed and happy, and the melodious chanting of sutras continued.

After walking through the hall and courtyard, Wang Jian found that the temple was not small, with more than twenty left and right wing rooms.

After the young monk placed him in one of the rooms, he said, "The young monk will bring the food later."

"As we walked along, the temple seemed a little deserted." Wang Jian found that there seemed to be few monks in the temple, which made him a little strange.

"Some of the senior brothers went down the mountain to perform rites, and some went to give porridge to the people who were taking refuge in the mountains. It's not peaceful outside these days."

The young monk's robe has been starched and turned white, and the rosary hanging around his neck has been coiled to shine.

"Yes, your temple is quite safe." Wang Jian smiled.

"Hey, with the blessing of Buddha, we are naturally safe." The little monk also laughed.

While the two were chatting, there was a noise in the temple, and then there was the sound of a fight.

The young monk was shocked and hurriedly ran to check. Wang Jian also picked up the long sword and followed him.

In the courtyard, a hunky-backed man led a hundred and ten people and looked around.

Several monks were kicked to the ground, groaning in pain.

Although these people's clothes were dirty and ragged, Wang Jian recognized them as the mandarin duck jackets of the Ming army.

The young monk walked forward calmly, clasped his hands to the leading man and said: "Amitabha, this benefactor, in the land of Buddhism, it is better not to fight or kill."

The leading man has a leopard head with ringed eyes, big shoulders and a round waist, more than eight feet in length, and a beard mixed with grass clippings.

"Get some food and leave as soon as the brothers are full. We won't hurt anyone." The leading man said with a bull's eye gaze.

"Please." The little monk led the way, leading everyone to the backyard.

When the man saw Wang Jian looking at him, he paused and asked, "Are you also a person who escaped from the defeat in Hanzhong?"

Wang Jian shook his head and said, "Well, I'm from Xi'an Prefecture."

"Oh, what's your name?" The man looked at Wang Jian. He probably had been leading troops for a long time, and he could faintly feel the strong aura on the other side, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"I'm Wang Jian, do you know the general's surname?" Wang Jian asked very politely.

Wang Jian? The man seemed to have heard something interesting and couldn't help but grinned.

"My name is Luo Yuxin, General of Sichuan. You are a man with a very good name!" Luo Yuxin said with a bold smile.

"The general is a Sichuan general, why did he come to Qin?" Wang Jian was a little puzzled.

"The thieves gathered together and claimed to attack Hanzhong with 500,000 men. They were in a stalemate with the surrendered general He Zhen. We were ordered by Governor Wang to recruit troops from all over and prepare to take back Sichuan." Luo Yuxin came to Shangluo to gather those who fled into the mountains.

defeat the soldiers and recruit Mao Gourd soldiers.

"General, aren't you afraid of informing me?" Wang Jian asked.

"Hahaha, who are you complaining to?" Luo Yuxin was not afraid at all, because at this moment, Meng Qiaofang, the governor of Shaanxi Province in the Qing Dynasty, and He Luohui, the first-class La Zhangjing who was stationed in Xi'an, were being tortured by Zhang Xianzhong.

The main force of the Qing army is also moving to Hanzhong, preparing to support He Zhen's tribe, so there is no time for him to take care of it.

"I won't interrupt the general's meal. I'll take my leave!" Wang Jian saluted.

Luo Yuxin nodded. He had been wandering around Shangluo Mountain for half a month and had never had a proper meal. Today he couldn't bear it any longer, so he took his men to the temple to "change the vegetarian diet".

After walking a few steps, Luo Yuxin turned around and shouted: "Hey, Wang Jian, do you want to join the army?"

"No, we still need to find someone." Wang Jian refused with his hands raised.

Luo Yuxin could tell that the man named Wang Jian in front of him was not an ordinary person, so he just tried to ask without any intention of reporting anything. When he saw the other person refused, he hurriedly patted his belly and ran towards the temple backyard. He was already hungry.

The chest is pressed against the back.

Wang Jian wanted to go back to his room to rest, but when he turned around, he saw an old monk standing in front of the main hall, with frost-stained eyebrows and a solemn appearance, waving to him.

There was no one around, so Wang Jian was confused when he saw that he was being asked to come over.

"Amitabha!"

"I wonder what the eminent monk is looking for?"

"Donor, I saw from a distance that your body was filled with blood."

Wang Jian's original friendly smile disappeared instantly, and he frowned and looked at the old monk quietly.

The old monk's eyebrows were depressed, and he was struggling to rub the rosary beads in his hands. His face was covered with grooves and age spots.

"The name of this place is Shangluo. It was once the seat of Shang Yang's fiefdom. Later, the Sihao of Shangshan lived in seclusion here to avoid Emperor Qin's encroachment on Confucianism. You said your name is Wang Jian. This is really fate and God's will...

.."

The old monk's words made Wang Jian's heart tremble, as if his thoughts had been read through, and he felt panicked like never before.

"What do you mean, eminent monk?" Wang Jian asked, his chest rising and falling, restraining his emotions.

"Have you been here before?" The eminent monk's calm voice seemed to have come from across a thousand years, making Wang Jian's mind confused.

These four simple words are like pebbles thrown into a pool, creating ripples in Wang Jian's memory.

Everything seems like yesterday...

In Pinyang Dongxiang, in an ordinary house, several servants were hurriedly placing ivory, rhinoceros horns and other precious ornaments into the room.

The young Daqin officer looked at everything in front of him inexplicably, and asked the middle-aged man beside him with some confusion: "Dad, why do we buy these?"

"Bier, the king is coming..." Wang Jian sighed softly and said sadly.

If Wang Ben is not too fond of his father in northern Fujian, it is a good thing that the king is here. Why is his father so melancholy?

"Li Xin, Meng Tian led an army of 200,000 to attack Chu. He was defeated by the Chu army in a surprise attack. Seven captains were killed in the battle. Your Majesty is coming to invite you to come out." Wang Ben said with some expectation. If his father comes out, he will

You can also go into battle together.

When Wang Jian heard his son's words, he just smiled bitterly and did not answer.

It was around dusk, Wang Jian remembered clearly, the flying clouds turned half of the sky red, and King Qin's carriage stopped suddenly in front of his house.

"Meet the King!"

"General, please wake up quickly!"

The monarch and his ministers looked at each other in silence, only hearing a few cries of birds returning to their nests.

Entering the house, King Qin saw all kinds of precious objects placed everywhere, and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect General Wang Jian to like these."

Wang Ben, who was following his father, was about to defend himself, but Wang Jian grabbed him and replied with a smile: "Your Majesty, I have nothing to do, so I just collected these."

Wang Ben looked at his father in confusion, aren't you telling lies with your eyes open? If you like these things, how can you live in such a shabby house?

These temporarily purchased objects are incompatible with the environment of the house.

King Qin stood in the room, not knowing what to think, and remained silent for a long time.

"Wang Ben, you go out first." Wang Jian tilted his head and whispered.

Wang Ben quickly exited the room and closed the door wisely.

The King of Qin took off the Ding Qin Sword from his waist, turned around, stared at Wang Jian with a pair of eagle-like eyes and said: "I didn't listen to the general's words. It was my fault. Now I agree to the general's request for 600,000 soldiers."

To destroy Chu, ask the general to come out and lead the army!"

Wang Jian was frightened and hurriedly knelt down and said: "Your Majesty's words are serious, I am willing to lead the troops to go to war."

The King of Qin lifted Wang Jian up, put his sword in Wang Jian's hand, and said sincerely: "In order to destroy Chu, all the generals have requested, and I will all agree. I don't know what else the general wants?"

Wang Jian took the sword, thought for a while, and replied: "I ask the king to give me a mansion and fertile land."

"Yes!" King Qin laughed.

"I ask your Majesty to reward me with some more money. If I die in battle, my descendants can also make a living." Wang Jian said very calmly, and did not seem to be too happy about the reward.

"Yes!" King Qin couldn't help pointing at Wang Jian, shaking his head and laughing, and then patted him heavily on the shoulder.

Just when Wang Jian wanted to ask for more rewards, King Qin laughed up to the sky and walked out without giving him a chance to speak.

After King Qin left, Wang Ben slipped in.

"Dad, when will we go to war?" Wang Ben asked expectantly.

Wang Jian, however, held the Ding Qin Sword in his hand, looked at the direction in which King Qin was leaving outside the door, and murmured: "Ding Qin, Ding Qin, Ding Qin Ding Qin, Ding Qin Ding Ding Qin, Ding Qin Ding Ding Qin."

......
To be continued...