Dalon Trinling raised his head and saw a royal capital guard extending his arm. Perched on this arm was a muscular and graceful golden-eyed bird of prey, brimming with power.
This bird was completely different from the birds of the Ouzan, the Tang Dynasty, and the Eastern and Western Turkic Khaganates. In the entire continent, there was only one place that produced such birds.
This was an Arabian hunting falcon!
In a flash, all the officials in the hall paled.
"Prime Minister! The Arabs of the west have sent a letter … "
The tall royal capital guard strode in with the bird in his hands, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Prime Minister Dalon Trinling raise his wrist. A finger-thick bolt of Stellar Energy shot out of his finger, pulverizing the Arabian hunting falcon along with the letter on its ankle. All its flesh and feathers were reduced to a mist of blood and dust.
The guards of the capital stood dumbfounded in front of the gate, their faces filled with shock, and for a moment, they couldn't say a word.
"I understand. You can withdraw!"
Dalon Trinling waved his hand and indifferently said. As he spoke, he withdrew his finger back into his sleeve. Not a single one of the officials in the hall felt that Dalon Trinling's actions had been excessive. Long before the Tang Dynasty had penetrated deep into the Western Regions, the Ouzan and the Arabian Empire had clashed many times over the territory of the Western Regions.
Both sides had suffered grievous casualties, each with victories and defeats, and this state of affairs had persisted for more than one thousand years. Although the two sides would occasionally cooperate, they were mostly competitors. They could be described as mortal enemies of the Western Regions. Not too long ago, the Arabian Empire had used the war of the southwest and the defeat of the Ngari Royal Lineage to attack the Ouzan Empire in Sindhu, seizing away all the recipes and results of the Giant Army.
The only bit of cooperation between the two sides had been completely shattered.
In the current Ouzan Empire, the Arabian Empire was a taboo!
"Yes! Yes! … "
When the royal capital guard saw that the speaker was Dalon Trinling, a hint of fear flashed through his eyes. He bowed and quickly left.
"Alright, let's not talk about this for now. Zhen Zhu, I asked you to solve the sheep plague last time. How is it going?"
Dalon Trinling said.
"Prime Minister, according to your instructions, we successfully followed the map and found the formula to cure the sheep plague from a teacher in Longxi. The scout has successfully brought back the formula. "
"Your Highness," one of the Ouzan ministers said.
"Very good. Compared to the war in the north, this matter is the most important. Let's solve the sheep plague as soon as possible!"
Dalon Trinling indifferently said.
"Yes! Prime Minister! "
…
"Hu!"
The cold wind whistled as it blew down from the sky, sweeping up a snowy mist.
More than two thousand kilometers away from the capital, in a place where few people tread, a huge mountain stood tall. This mountain range stretched on for hundreds of kilometers, and it was as if it had been chiseled by a knife and chiseled by a hatchet. It stretched all the way up, and the highest peak was several thousand meters tall, piercing straight into the depths of the sky. The highest part of the mountain was covered in pure white snow. From a distance, the entire mountain range seemed majestic and awe-inspiring.
This was the holy land of the Ouzan, the Great Snow Mountain Temple, the source of all the legends of the Ouzan.
Although the Ouzan Empire was still far from entering the winter season, the peak of the Great Snow Mountain was covered in snow all year round, regardless of whether it was spring, summer, autumn, or winter. This was a phenomenon unique to the entire Great Snow Mountain. At this moment, a figure seven feet tall was kneeling at the base of the mountain, his head pressed to the ground, his body motionless.
His armor was in tatters, and many parts of his body were stained black and red with blood. It was clear that he had experienced a hair-raising and perilous battle.
This figure had appeared here a month ago, and no matter how the wind blew, how the sun shone, or how the rain drenched him, he had remained unshaken, like the most pious and lowly of believers. If one did not know, they would find it very difficult to believe that this disheveled and filthy figure dressed in tattered armor was the illustrious Imperial Great General Dusong Mangpoje of the Ouzan Empire.
"Milord, you should leave. The Venerable Monk will not agree to your request. The Great Snow Mountain Temple has never interfered in secular wars for several thousand years, and it is even less likely to do so now. "
After some time, a voice rang out in front of Dusong Mangpoje. A bare-footed, bare-headed monk dressed in a single robe walked down from above, his hands pressed together in prayer. Even someone of Dusong Mangpoje's cultivation had failed to hear his footsteps. His eyes were gentle and calm like a bottomless lake, capable of soothing all the distracting thoughts in one's mind.
"This matter is different. This is not a secular war. The people who defeated me are all experts of the Central Plains. Only the people of the Great Snow Mountain Temple can deal with these people. I hope that Venerable can inform the Venerable Monk and assist me. "
Dusong Mangpoje continued to kneel on the ground, his head even lower as he respectfully spoke.
"Oh?"
The monk's calm eyes finally rippled for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure.
"It's useless. The Venerable Monk will not easily make an exception. Milord, please return! No matter how long you kneel here, it's useless. "
With these words, the monk quickly turned around and began to make his way up the mountain. In just a few moments, he had vanished from sight.
Dusong Mangpoje found it difficult to conceal the fear in his eyes, but even so, he showed no intention of leaving. He continued to kneel on the ground as if he had been petrified.
Time slowly passed, the sun rising and the moon setting, day after day. After some time, he heard another set of footsteps.
"Venerable, don't try to persuade me. I will not leave."
Dusong Mangpoje said without raising his head.
"I'm no venerable, but I truly have come to persuade you to leave."
A vigorous and energetic voice resounded in Dusong Mangpoje's ears, causing him to raise his head in shock. He saw an Imperial Great General wearing fiery-red armor and a long saber at his waist, standing in front of him like a god.
His body was exuding wave after wave of powerful energy, a storm that was suffocating.
"Huoshu Huizang?!"
Dusong Mangpoje was flabbergasted. He had never imagined that a Great General of the Ngari Royal Lineage would appear here.
"It's useless. The Great Snow Mountain Temple will not act. If you want to kneel until the Venerable Monk appears, not even I can help you. But if you just want to deal with that Wang Chong of the Tang Dynasty, I might know of a method that can help you. "
Huoshu Huizang looked at Dusong Mangpoje and said, "That's right.
I forgot to tell you that the Young Marquis of Wushang has already been promoted to Qixi Protector-General, replacing Fomonlința. "
"What?!"
Dusong Mangpoje's body trembled, a look of shock on his face.
"Do you understand now? When he only had five thousand soldiers, he was already able to defeat you and Dayan Mangpoje. Now that he's promoted to Qixi Protector-General, you can imagine what that will mean for our Ouzan Empire. Based on what I know, he's still building more cities in the triangular gap. In the future, it won't just be us who will lose Qixi and the Western Regions, the entrance to the Tang Dynasty. Moreover, even our own territory will be invaded by the Tang Dynasty. "
Huoshu Huizang indifferently said.
Dusong Mangpoje had arrived a month ago, so he had no idea what was going on in the outside world. But Huoshu Huizang had come prepared, so he was well aware of all that was going to happen.
"You can choose to continue kneeling here or leave with me to meet someone. Together, we can deal with that Young Marquis of the Tang Dynasty! Trust me, only that person can help you deal with that Wang Chong. "
Huoshu Huizang said.
"Who?"
"You'll know when the time comes."
… …
Dusong Mangpoje said nothing, only raised his head to the majestic mountain range before him. Following Dusong Mangpoje's line of sight, one could see that halfway up the mountain were ancient temples with yellow walls, arranged in picturesque disorder. They were interspersed with each other, forming a ribbon that extended toward the snow-capped summit.
And at the very top of the mountain, above all the other temples, stood a small red temple. Although it was as small as a sesame seed from a distance, it exuded a majestic and ancient aura. It was like the center of the universe, cold, transcendent, and divine as it looked down on the world.
This was the most ancient and sacred place of the plateau, the true Great Snow Mountain Temple!
"Haaah!"
Dusong Mangpoje gave a deep sigh and finally stood up. Perhaps it was just as that grandmaster had said. The holy land had always been aloof from the world, never involving itself in the affairs of the mundane world. No matter how long he knelt here, the holy land would not move. Compared to the vague hope of moving against the holy land, it was more practical to rely on Huoshu Huizang, who was also a Great General.
"Let's go!"
Dusong Mangpoje finally turned his head to Huoshu Huizang. At that moment, a rare smile appeared on Huoshu Huizang's lips.
"You won't regret it!"
Turning around, the two of them walked out side by side. But as the two left the base of the mountain and passed by an ancient tree that had grown for more than one thousand years, a calm and lofty voice came from behind them.
"Great General!"
The voice rumbled like thunder.
"This is what the Venerable Master wanted me to give to you."
Bzzz! The two turned their heads, and under the flabbergasted gazes of the crowd, they saw a black dot grow larger as it was thrown down from the highest point of the Great Snow Mountain Temple. It landed with a thump on the ground not far from the pair. Looking closely, one could see that it was a wooden box about a foot long, wrapped in a yellowish-brown cloth that was trembling in the wind.
"The holy land will not move, nor will it kill, and the Venerable Master will not leave the Divine Temple for your sake. But even so, the holy land is not incapable of helping you. This box contains a ritual tool of the Divine Temple. As long as you use it, no matter how powerful your opponent is, they will be trapped inside, unable to move. Take it! This should be able to help you! "
The lingering sound lingered in the air.
This time, not just Dusong Mangpoje, but even Huoshu Huizang was pleasantly surprised. The ritual tools of the Divine Temple had always been rumored to exist, never seen. Huoshu Huizang had come to the Divine Temple many times and cultivated here for so long, but he had never seen one. He had not expected that Dusong Mangpoje's month of kneeling had moved the Divine Temple to grant him a ritual tool.
"Many thanks, Venerable Master!"
Dusong Mangpoje was overjoyed.
Picking up the box, the two quickly left.
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