Zhang Xutuo was obviously ready for a long time, and hesitated at all when he answered. He said, "As usual, contact each other every three days. The time three days ago was normal. The soldiers in charge of contact should have arrived at the 20th day of the day (7:00 to 9:00 am), but now it is Shenshi (3:00 to 5:00 pm), and there is still no news."

Li Jing took Yang Zhao's hand and finished reading the content of the blood book. He said, "It seems that what the blood book says is true. Hey, Yang Su, the old fox, is really scheming. Seeing that we set up a trap in Luoyang, he did not bite the hook, but instead attacked the other side to deal with His Highness King Wei. It seems that our deployment needs to be completely changed."

Yang Zhao looked heavy and said, "I originally wanted to wait until Uncle Wang arrives in Luoyang before eliminating Yang Su's power among the powerful and powerful people in Luoyang. Now it seems that he has to move in advance." After a pause, he said again: "Brother, you will immediately go back to the Shangshutai Administrative Office, take out my seal, and take Cao Er, Ouyang Si Alu Wu and Xiao Liu to the military camp to take over the power. Anyone who dares not follow will be killed without mercy. Lord Zhang, no matter what method you use during this period, in short, you must stabilize the situation and never let any chaos appear in Luoyang City. At the same time, keep the secrets and do not let this matter be leaked."

Zhang Xutuo bowed his fists and said without thinking: "I will receive the order." Li Jing owed his body forward and asked: "A Zhao, what about you?"

Yang Zhao turned his back and patted the Yin-Yang Order of the Divine Soldier who was always away, and said, "The blood letter is just a letter of request for help. What is the situation on Hulao Pass and what is the current situation of Uncle Wang? I am not sure about it. Let Sima Huang Tomb prepare horses, I will go to Hulao Pass in person and see everything clearly before I talk about it."

After Yang Zhao made the decision, he did not hesitate to delay. He immediately brought two masters, Sima Huangfeng, "Death Death" and Situ Ya, and selected the healthy horses to ride out of the city and whipped them to Hulao Pass. The distance between Luoyang and Hulao can be described in four words, which is "coming day and night". On the other hand, they could also "coming day and night". They did not rest that night, lit torches, and just rushed along the post road at night. They arrived at the canyon outside Hulao Pass in the morning the next day.

Speaking of which, Situ Ya has a special talent, which is that she is born with a very sensitive sense of direction. No matter what kind of wilderness, he can naturally distinguish between the east, south, west and north, day and night, wind, frost, rain and snow, and any weather is no exception. At the same time, he also has the ability to remember everything. No matter what kind of road, he will never forget it once. Since he became a master of art, he has been able to travel around the world. The world reaches Jiaotong, Guang Erzhou, north to grassland and desert, and west to

There are very few places he has never been to in Tubo, east and Ryukyu. In addition, he is extremely skilled and alert, so he is really a natural material for whistle probes and guides. At this time, he tied up his horse and raised his hand to point forward: "Look at the valley in front, there is a line of gorge. The cliffs on the left and right are towering, and the mountains are continuous north and south, and only the middle canyon can pass through. However, the canyon itself is very narrow, and it can only accommodate two horses and horses in parallel. Therefore, one man is absolutely a pass, and ten thousand men are invincible."

"So, this is a dead land." Yang Zhao said with a serious expression: "Although the blood book is not written clearly, if I am Yang Su and I want to attack King Wei, then eighteen or nine out of ten will choose this dead land. No matter how high the martial arts of King Wei is, he will definitely have many close friends with him, but if he suddenly encounters attack in the canyon..." He shook his head and kept silent. He just let out a heavy breath, pulled up the reins and lightly hoofs and horse belly, shouted "Hait~" and rode forward and ran out. After walking for half a quarter of an hour, there was no way ahead. Looking up, he saw the traces of the landslide as new, with millions of tons of rocks piled on the road, blocking the post road tightly.

This scene is so eye-catching. How could the little prince not understand what has been born here? He turned over and got off the horse with a light body skill and climbed up the stone pestle. Situ Ya and Sima Huang Tomb both have the responsibility to protect the master, so they naturally followed closely behind. Between the several ups and downs, the three of them crossed the rocks and jumped to the ground. Suddenly, they felt a chill. The towering cliffs on both sides of the left and right had already blocked the sunlight. Looking up, they could only see a thin sky. The name of this line of gorge is indeed appropriate.

Everyone was not here to travel, so no one was interested in enjoying the scenery. Looking around, they saw that the mountain walls were shattered and the trees were folded. Not only were there countless deep pit marks cut by sharp objects, but there were also many dried blood stains, which were shocking. It was obvious that there must have been masters here who had fought fiercely here on that day, but they were not sure what the outcome was. Situ Ya was good at tracking techniques and was about to find the corresponding clues based on clues, suddenly Yang Zhao's ears moved slightly, raised his hand to stop Situ Ya, and whispered: "Don't move. Listen, what's that sound?"

Situ Ya was stunned and stood firm, listening intently. The rustling sound of the wind blowing leaves was vaguely mixed with extremely low and light chanting sounds. It was just too far apart, so I couldn't hear clearly what I was chanting. Yang Zhao looked solemn, waved to them, let his footsteps lightly, and walked towards the depths of the canyon. As we went deeper, the sound became clearer and clearer. But after careful discernment, it was not similar to the Chinese language. It was a series of "Nan Wu"

At Amitabha, Dutagado, Duta, Duta, Duta, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, and Danpapi. "The two great men of Situ Ya and Sima Huang Tomb may not even recite the Four Books and Five Sutras, so naturally they cannot understand what it is. The little prince has much more ink in his belly than they did, and the Yang family has believed in Buddhism from Yang Jian, so he could hear that it was the "Mantra of Rebirth" that the Buddhists who were able to save the dead can be reborn in the Western Pure Land.

The little prince exhaled and raised his breath and chanted: "Vikarando, Kamiya, Kagana, Zhidagali, Savaha." A soft voice was sent out by the wind. As long as he was in the canyon, no matter how far or near, he could hear the second half of the Dharani in the "Mantra of Rebirth", but there was no such stimulation as the ears. After hearing the chanting in the distance, he immediately paused. After a while, an old voice yelled the Buddha's name and slowly said: "Namo's master, Shakyamuni Buddha, is the visitor His Highness the King of Henan?" Before he finished speaking, two figures had already walked out of the corner of the canyon.

Both of them were white and looked haggard. They were bald and bare arms, and they were monks. They were not very old, but they felt like they were dead and lifeless. Yang Zhao frowned, held his fists and bowed, and said, "I'm here. Please ask the two masters for their Dharma names?"

Before the two old monks answered, Situ Ya next to him suddenly stared at the old monk with the Buddha's name on the left quota and blurted out: "Are you... not the host of the 'Eighteen Bronze Man Formation' of Shaolin Temple, Master Huaikong?" At the same time, Sima Huangnong also raised his hand in surprise and pointed to the old monk on his right hand, saying: "The 36th house in Shaolin, Master Shanzai?"

The two monks Huaikong and Shanzai are not well-known in the world. However, Situ Ya has a lot of experience in the world and has seen the host of the "Eighteen Bronze Man Formation". The teacher of Sima Huangfoun, the leader of the Tiannanxia Sect, was very close to the monk Shanzai, so Sima Huangfountain had a relationship with the thirty-six houses of Shaolin ten years ago. At this moment, the identity was revealed, and the two monks couldn't help but smile bitterly, and they said together: "I'm a shameful name and dare not defile the king of Henan. Alas~ Although we were born in Shaolin, we have now left this temple and paid the abbot to the decree. From now on, all our actions have nothing to do with Shaolin. The king of Henan must know about this festival."

Yang Zhao looked solemn, took a step forward and asked, "It has nothing to do with Shaolin Temple, so who does it have to do with? Is Yang Su?"

Shanzai sighed and said, "We don't need to hide it when the King of Henan is clear and clear. Yes, I am a total of five people, including the King of Henan, the Senior Brother Huaikong, the Xuankong of the Arhat Hall, the Sorrow of the Bodhidharma Hall, and the Wuju of the Precepts Academy, and now they obey the Duke of Yue."

Yang Zhao said coldly: "It's true. Humph, I'll abandon the darkness and turn to the light and help the evil. You are still a disciple of the Buddhist community, and you are so indifferent to right and wrong. Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway, so I'm too lazy to care about you. Two wild monks, where is my uncle Wang now?"

Huaikong sighed, "What should come has come, what should go has gone, what should stay cannot leave, what should leave cannot be left. Every drink and peck, is it because there is a cause and effect in the dark. King of Henan, why should you be anxious?"

Yang Zhao's heart sank, then he let out a deep breath and shouted: "I am not interested in fighting with you two wild monks to guess the riddle. Since you are unwilling to speak honestly, let's see the truth under your hands."

Seeing the true seal under his hands? Yang Zhao's six-character characters were just spoken. The monks Huaikong and Shanzai couldn't help but look back at each other, then put their palms together and said in unison: "Just just about to learn the tricks of the King of Henan." Before he finished speaking, the two monks' eyes flashed at the same time, and they jumped out like thunder. The Shaolin bronze statue and the Boy Craftsmanship both reached the peak state at the same time, and attacked from the left and right, and the momentum was extremely fierce. Yang Zhao stood still with his hands on his back, and shouted in a deep voice: "Sima Huang Tomb, Feitian!"

At the command of the little prince, the two masters who were attending the side moved early. Sima Huangfountain flashed forward, sat in a horse with a heavy stake, and shouted loudly, and his fists came out. The evil spirit condensed into a dark energy to cover his arms, and fought with Huaikong Tong Fist with no choice but to fight with the "double-to-be" bronze fist. The sound of the "double-to-be" roared and was really deafening. The remaining energy overflowed, and immediately blew the land under the two feet into pieces, causing soil and stones to fly, and smoke and dust. Before the dust fell, a blazing red light broke out from the haze and aimed at Yang Zhao as if it was arrows.
Chapter completed!