Chapter 503 Wuhou Temple
“Bang!”
"Solang Wangdui is such a loser!"
Dozens of miles south of Chengdu Prefecture, there is a barren land with a series of buildings. However, these buildings are obviously dilapidated, with weeds growing inside and outside.
In addition, this place is only more than ten miles away from the coalition forces of southern Xinjiang that are besieging Chengdu Prefecture, so it is sparsely populated!
Looking along the weeds towards the gate, you can vaguely make out the words on the plaque - Wuhou Temple!
Back then, Chengdu was the capital of Liu Bei's Shu Han Kingdom. Although Zhuge Kongming, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, died of illness at Wuzhangyuan, there are still many traces of Zhuge Kongming left in Chengdu. For example, the Wuhou Temple in front of us was built by the people in the past to commemorate Zhuge Kongming.
However, the Wuhou Temple is now obviously abandoned, not to mention any worshippers.
Although it is abandoned and dilapidated, it can be seen that the Wuhou Temple is built to extremely high standards, with some buildings even having imperial-level standards.
The reason is that the Wuhou Temple has another name - Han Zhaolie Temple!
This Wuhou Temple is also the only temple that enshrines both the emperor and his ministers!
The heavy door opened, and the first thing that came into view was the Zhaolie Temple! However, in the Zhaolie Temple, which should have been deserted, there were several figures.
On a shabby table, there are exquisite tea cups, the fragrance of tea wafts in the air, and steam rises slowly!
A young man in white and a nun in white were sitting opposite each other in front of this shabby table, with a bald monk and a few young novices serving them.
There were still fragments of teacup and water stains on the worn bluestone, and the young man in white had a look of rage on his face.
The only ones who could appear here were, of course, Young Master Bailong and Miaoyu! In other words, they had been near Chengdu recently, and the situation in the entire Sichuan and Shu area was also influenced by Young Master Bailong.
After shouting a curse, Master Bailong was still furious. "This Suolang Wangdui is completely useless. I have repeatedly told you that Jiulong must not be lost. More than 20,000 soldiers can't defend Jiulong County. What a waste! What a waste!"
After a while, his anger finally subsided, and a calm and gentle smile appeared on his face again, as if the emotion just now had never appeared.
Miaoyu on the opposite side seemed to be unaffected and continued to serve the tea calmly.
When the tea smelled fragrant, she picked it up and poured a cup. Just as Young Master Bailong was about to take it, Miaoyu swept it with her slender hand, and the valuable colorful small covered tea bowl fell directly onto the bluestone slab and shattered into pieces.
Young Master Bai Long frowned slightly, but soon the smile on his face reappeared, "Why is this?"
Miaoyu said calmly, "Tea tasting is all about the state of mind. If you've lost the state of mind for tasting tea, how can you tell whether the tea is good or bad? Besides, since a teacup is broken, it's naturally useless. It might as well be broken here, thus completing their lifelong companionship."
"Hahaha!" Young Master Bailong couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh. "Wonderful, wonderful! This word 'wonderful' is indeed wonderful! Miaoyu is also truly wonderful!"
Then, Master Bailong closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"It's Jia Cong again. It was this man who ruined my plans in Jiangnan last year. Now, he actually dares to come to my door? He simply doesn't know how to live or die! Now that he's here, this Sichuan and Shu land will be his burial place!" Young Master Bailong said coldly.
When she heard Jia Cong's name, Miaoyu's eyes moved slightly, and the figure she had encountered that year appeared in her mind.
"Although Jia Cong is young, he is very powerful. You may not be his opponent! Who knows, you may end up like Jiangnan and fail again!" Miaoyu said quietly.
Young Master Bailong suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Miaoyu, but Miaoyu remained calm.
"Hahaha, hahaha!" Young Master Bailong burst into laughter. "Are you saying that I'm not as good as Jia Cong? Are you saying that I'll continue to lose to him?"
"The battle of Jiangnan! It's just that this young master was careless and not well prepared. But now, all the tribes in southern Xinjiang have been mobilized. There are hundreds of thousands of people and many big clans. He wants to rule Sichuan and Shu with the 100,000 soldiers he brought? Who do you think he is? Don't say that he is just Jia Cong. Even if he is the Marquis of Wu, this young master will make him die in Wuzhangyuan!" Young Master Bailong shouted.
"What? You don't believe it? You only met him by chance, yet you have such confidence in him?" Seeing that Miaoyu did not answer, Master Bailong asked with a sneer.
"Perhaps you fell in love with her at first sight? Are you, Miaoyu, such a vulgar woman?"
Miaoyu said calmly, "Whether he's noble or worldly, what difference does it make? I'm just an ordinary woman. The name of the Champion Marquis is known throughout the world, and he's a young hero. So why would I be surprised if I'm tempted?"
Young Master Bai Long took a deep breath and stared at Miaoyu for a long while. "How about I make a bet with you?"
"What's the stakes?"
"Since you're convinced I'll be defeated by him, I'll give you a chance. If Jia Cong can secure victory in the Sichuan-Shu War, you'll be free ! My promise to you remains, but I won't ask anything of you. If I win, you'll be mine. Do you dare?"
"Why not!"
"Good!" Young Master Bai Long shouted, "Good! Good! Good!"
"I can let you go to Jia Cong and watch him being defeated by me, so that you will return to me willingly! Don't worry, Jia Cong will not win the battle of Sichuan and Shu! I am plotting to conquer the world, and Jia Cong is just one of the chess pieces. He wants to jump out of the chessboard, but he can't do it!"
"He was able to hold back the Qiang people, but it was only because Guwu was too stupid! He was able to capture Jiulong simply because he was lucky enough to encounter a rebellion among the Qiang people! Next, he has to relieve the siege of Chengdu! Chengdu has 80,000 tribal soldiers, all of them elite. He can't win!"
"Even if he manages to rescue Chengdu Prefecture by chance again, there are still Yazhou and Jiading Prefectures waiting for him! I'm telling you, Jia Cong is doomed. I say that!"
Young Master Bailong was a bit hysterical and a bit furious! But Miaoyu remained calm, without any anxiety or anger, her face as calm as a mirror lake...
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In the battle of Jiulong, Jia Cong won a great victory!
Of the 25,000 tribal soldiers, more than 12,000 were killed in the battle and 7,000 were captured. Solang Wangdui escaped from Jiulong City in a panic with only a few thousand defeated soldiers and headed straight for Chengdu Prefecture.
Because it was a surprise attack, Jia Cong's men didn't suffer heavy casualties. Even so, the army suffered four to five thousand casualties, Chen Ruiwen was struck by an arrow, and Ma Shang nearly lost half his life. Fortunately, capturing Jiulong opened the gateway to Chengdu Prefecture, making it all worthwhile.
