"What, did the monk kill? Shoot the monks and citizens who were petitioning?" After hearing the translation, Zhang Qi's expression changed slightly, so he called Song Gan aside and asked in a low voice: "Listen to the monk, it seems that they have a high prestige in Bagan City. Is this really the case?"

Song Chan listened clearly, and was already scared by the shocking facts and replied in a low voice: "Sir, Myanmar is a Buddha country. The respected teacher is a monk at Mohe Bodhi Temple. The Mohe Bodhi Temple has a history of five or six hundred years. It is one of the most famous temples in Bagan and even the entire Central and Myanmar region. That is, the king has to give gifts to the monks in the temple every year, kill the master in the temple, and shoot at the monks. This is simply unprecedented!"

"That's the matter!" Zhang Qi nodded, thought for a moment, reached out to call a soldier in the Shun Army, and whispered a few words. The Shun Army quickly ran in the direction he came. Zhang Qi then turned around, and a look of indignation appeared on his face: "I didn't expect that the fake king was not only a traitor, but also dared to shoot at all the monks. This was simply too much. We have sent someone to tell the situation in the city that we must capture this guy alive this time, and thank the world for the Dharma!"

When Naiwen heard the translator translate the word "Fastery", he hurriedly replied: "No, no, he is a descendant of the gods after all. Although he violated Buddhism, he would be imprisoned for a lifetime. If he sprinkled the blood of the gods, he would be punished by the Buddha!"

Zhang Qi snorted coldly and cursed in his heart: "Peasy!" But he said: "Okay, this was decided by the two of His Majesties. But after all, hearing is false, seeing is true. I received a military order to explore the military situation. If I can't reply after going back like this, it would be better for the monk to lead me to visit Bagan City!"

Naiwen looked at Zhang Qi and everyone behind him, and the kind faces of respecting teachers and senior brothers appeared in his mind. He gritted his teeth and nodded, "It's okay, but you are too conspicuous to describe others. You must change to be our slaves!"

"Everything is subject to the master's arrangement!"

At the east gate of Bagan City, the guard was strongly guarded, and several horse-resisting horses were placed on the road. Dozens of Burmese soldiers carrying live ammunition were carrying sandbags and wooden boards for building chest walls under the command of officers. Orders had been issued on it. The enemy had occupied a pier less than fifteen kilometers from Bagan, which could appear at any time. But what made the soldiers even more panic was that the monks were shot in the square in front of the palace not long ago. The Indian troops in Baotou, who had black cloth, shot at the petitioners and citizens, were said to have covered the entire square.

For these ordinary soldiers who believe in Buddhism, shooting at the Buddha's servants was like the sky falling down. The shots were the Indian soldiers from afar and made them even more indignant. A rumor was spreading among the soldiers: the Indian soldiers and the foreigners with red hair and blue eyes were the servants of the devil. The king had been controlled by the devil. The king was about to order the destruction of all pagodas and temples in Bagan City, and to kill all monks and citizens as sacrifices to the devil. This rumor made the soldiers even more frightened.

At this time, a group of people came from afar, led by three monks, and followed by ordinary Burmese people dressed up, either picking or carrying dry firewood and food. Seeing this group, a Burmese officer greeted him with several soldiers and saluted respectfully to the three monks. The officer smiled and said, "Master, are you going to enter the city?"

A thin layer of sweat oozed out of Naiwen's forehead, but it was not because of heat, but because of nervousness. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried his best to answer in his usual tone: "Yes, I am a monk from Mohe Bodhi Temple, and the one behind is from Qushui Village. They are giving gifts to the temple. Please let them enter the city. They have to return to the village before dark. Time is very fast."

"So it's the respectful teacher of Mohe Bodhi Temple!" The officer's expression was a little respectful. As a local native of Bagan, he almost grew up listening to the bells of Mohe Bodhi Temple. He quickly turned around and shouted to the soldiers: "It's the respectful teacher of Mohe Bodhi Temple. Please pull away and let the respectful teacher enter the city!"

The Burmese soldiers hurriedly pulled away and refused to horses. Seeing that everything went well, Naiwen breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his vest was cold. It turned out that he had already been scared and sweated. He couldn't help but pray to the Buddha in his heart: "Today, in order to avenge his master and his senior brother, he broke the precepts. After the matter was completed, Naiwen should be imprisoned in the backyard for three years and repent!"

“Stop!”

With a sudden shout, an English official riding a war horse walked towards this side. He was still six or seven steps away. He jumped off the war horse and shouted loudly. The translator on the side translated it: "What's going on! I don't have an order, everyone must check it strictly? Who allows you to put people into the city without checking?"

The Burmese officer hurriedly explained: "Mr. Second Lieutenant, this is the respectful teacher of Mohe Bodhi Temple. The people behind them are all donated to the villagers of the temple. There is no problem!"

After hearing the translation, the British official widened his eyes and shouted, "What respectful teachers are just some unbeliever dogs. These guys just gathered in front of the palace gate to cause trouble. Who knows if they will collude with the Shun people, and they must strictly check them!" The British official's translator was all students from the church school. They were different from ordinary Burmese people. They all believed in Christianity, so they naturally had disdain for Buddhism. During the translation, they also turned over the filthy words in the British official's mouth. All the Burmese people, whether soldiers or monks, were blushing and angry after hearing this.

The British official saw the Burmese soldiers standing there one by one, but did not carry out his orders. For this British colonial officer who had served in India for eleven years and had been accustomed to taming Indian local soldiers, these Burmese people were not as good as his three-year-old bulldog. He lightly kicked his horse's belly, came to the Burmese officer, whipped the officer in the face, and threw him to the ground.

"Don't obey the officer's orders, remove him from his post and get thirty whips!" The British official shouted loudly, then he casually pointed at another Burmese soldier and shouted: "Now I appoint you to take his place and execute the order!"

All Burmese people showed a look of humiliation and anger on their faces, and the city gate was as calm and terrifying as before the storm.

The British official saw that no one was following his orders. His face, which was tanned by the subtropical sun, had turned purple. He pulled out his pistol from his waist and was about to say something. Suddenly, a gunshot, the British official turned his head in disbelief. He saw a man wearing a Burmese dressed as a Burmese man looking at him coldly, holding a revolver with a smoke in his hand. He wanted to say something, but suddenly a sharp pain in his chest seized his power. The British official shook his horse twice, fell to the ground, and died.

The field suddenly became quiet. All the Burmese soldiers widened their eyes and looked at the corpses on the ground and the corpses lying on the ground. At this time, a rustling sound broke the silence. The villagers who carried firewood and food dropped the goods on their backs, pulled out rifles from the firewood bundles, and pointed the muzzles at the Burmese soldiers in the middle.

"Ah!" The translator reacted and let out a scream and fled towards the city gate. Zhang Qi snorted disdainfully and made a gesture to Song Chan beside him. Song Chan understood and pulled out the original firewood axe from his waist and threw it hard at the translator. With a scream, the translator fell to the ground, and the axe was deeply embedded in his right thigh.

"Give me your life--" The translator just shouted, and Song Gan had already pulled out the axe, and cut off his throat and trachea with one axe, blocking the pleading sound behind it into the trachea. Song Gan had a dark face, and two more axes cut off the translator's head, cut off the head of the official Ying, grabbed two head hairs, and picked them up.

The Burmese soldiers looked at Song Gan, covered in blood in awe, and instinctively made way for him. Song Gan walked to Naiwen, placed the translator's head next to Naiwen's feet, knelt on the ground, and kissed the dust in front of Naiwen's feet piously.

Naiwen looked at Song Gan, not at a loss. Suddenly, a mysterious force suddenly surged from his heart. Naiwen bent down, stretched out his hand to stroke Song Gan's head, and murmured. The Burmese soldiers around him also knelt down and worshiped Naiwen who was standing in the middle. Suddenly, Naiwen bent down and picked up the two heads, raised them high, regardless of Wen Hua's dirty blood flowing down his arms, and shouted loudly: "Kill the devil and drive out the foreigners!"

"Kill the devil and drive out the foreigners!" The Burmese soldiers around him responded in unison. Newen nodded slightly, and put down his right arm with his head raised. Two Burmese soldiers had already stepped forward to take over the head, raised it with bayonets and walked in front. Newen took a slow step and walked towards the city gate. The Burmese soldiers got up one after another and followed closely behind.

On the street, Naiwen walked in front, and more and more Bagan citizens and monks joined him, chanting scriptures loudly, forming a torrent, rushing towards the palace. The group passed through the street, and a row of roadblocks appeared in front, and the back was full of Burmese New Army carrying guns and ammunitions, blocking the way.

"Stop, or we will shoot!" A shrill shout came from behind the roadblock.

However, Naiwen looked as if nothing had happened, closed his eyes slightly, recited the scriptures loudly, and followed them. After the roadblock, the British officer saw this and hurriedly shouted to the soldiers: "fire!" But the Burmese soldiers under his command seemed to be deaf, and no one shot. The officer was furious when he saw this. He pulled out his pistol from his waist and wanted to shoot Naiwen in front. However, he heard a shout. The Burmese soldiers turned their guns and dragged them off their horses, killed them with a buttstock, then dragged the barricade and knelt on the ground and bowed to Naiwen.

In the palace, Meng Ji was reviewing documents before several cases, but heard a burst of rapid footsteps. When he looked up, he saw Dioke rushing into the room quickly, his face full of panic. He was about to ask, but he heard the other party anxiously saying, "Your Majesty, let's leave the palace soon, something is wrong!"

"What's wrong? I'm so anxious!" Meng Ji threw his pen on several cases in anger and said angrily: "Have Shunbing entered the city?"

"That's not, but it's even worse!" Dioke said: "It was the monks from Mohe Bodhi Temple who got up to make trouble. The citizens have followed and are coming to the palace!"

"Several mobs scared you like this?" Meng Ji asked annoyedly: "Transfer troops to fight, this is going to disturb me. Haven't you seen how busy I am here?"

"Your Majesty, go and see what's going on outside!" Dioc said anxiously: "It's useless to mobilize troops. When the soldiers of the New Army saw the monks' robes, they put down their weapons and knelt on the ground, following closely behind. The British in the New Army were hung on trees by the roadside. Your Majesty, we shouldn't have shot at the petitioners at the beginning!"

"What? The new soldiers turned against each other?" Meng Ji's eyes turned dark and he almost sat on the floor. He walked back and forth a few steps in the house and stopped suddenly: "You go to Mr. Duncan's place outside the city immediately and let him lead the British troops to rescue. There are a few Green cannons in the palace. The soldiers in the guards are all my relatives. They are more trustworthy and should be able to persevere until the reinforcements arrive!"

"Your Majesty!" Dioke did not execute Meng Ji's order, and a trace of pain flashed across his face: "No! Those local soldiers are foreigners. Once they are fired, more than 10,000 pagodas in Bagan City, and hundreds of years of Buddhist temples will be soaked in the blood of Buddhists. At that time, you will be the biggest sinner in the world. After death, you will fall into the animal realm and will never be reborn. The Buddhists in Burma will curse you and your family, and your name will be cursed thousands of years later! Without the blessing of the Buddha, can you sit on the throne? We should leave Bagan quickly, and there will be a chance in the future!"

"Shut up!" Meng Ji interrupted Dioc's advice with an angry shout: "I don't allow you to defend these thugs, such as the ancient temples that have been around for hundreds of years, and more than 10,000 pagodas. If they do not respect me, the son of the gods, the darling of the Buddha, then they are devils, devils! Even if they wear cassocks and naked heads, they are devils! Dioc, listen, go to the British immediately, I will not only kill all these devils, but also burn the fire of the Mohe Bodhi Temple, and sprinkle salt on it to prevent them from growing, so that people can see those who disobey the king-"

"Bang!" With a gunshot, Meng Ji's roar was interrupted. He covered the bullet hole in his chest and looked at Dioc in front of him with incredible eyes. The muzzle of the pistol in the other party's hand was emitting blue smoke.
Chapter completed!