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Kapitel 28

Panlong Mountain rises in a staggered pattern from east to west, forming a triangular shape that complements each other. Below the valley flows a small, frozen river.

At midnight on the fifteenth of the eleventh lunar month, a group of people quietly climbed the hillside behind the Red Gold Clan army. The Red Gold Clan army remained completely unaware, hidden behind the mountain.

As the first rays of dawn broke, 20,000 cavalrymen, fully armed, looked down from their high vantage point at the still-sleeping Crimson Gold Clan camp in the valley.

Surrounded by snow-capped peaks, the winter sun rose on the eastern horizon, illuminating the slumbering valleys of Panlong Mountain. The Crimson Gold Clan's iron cavalry emerged from their tents, and upon seeing the well-ordered ranks of the Northwest Army's iron cavalry on the hillside, they cried out in alarm. Thousands upon thousands of armored warhorses, carrying their cavalry, charged down from the high ground. The Crimson Gold Clan's iron cavalry screamed in agony, falling to swords and spears, their horses trampling each other, or plunging into the icy river; countless were killed or wounded.

Zhenmutier led more than 10,000 men across the river. When they finally reached the mouth of the valley, they found that another army had already formed ranks not far ahead. Iron horses and golden spears, swords and halberds, were everywhere. The leader of the army was a smiling young man.

The young man sat upright on his horse, elegant and graceful, his voice clear and melodious. He looked at Zhenmutier, who was covered in blood at the entrance of the valley, with the eyes of an old friend: "Old friend, it's been a long time."

Zhenmutier coughed up blood, raised his broadsword, and slashed at a soldier on his left. With a shout, he turned and charged down the left path. The valley entrance immediately descended into chaos. Zhenmutier was riding a famous Akhal-Teke horse, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day. Sun Jia swung his longsword, but Zhenmutier was no ordinary man, and Sun Jia was unable to stop him. A small group of men immediately broke through the encirclement and galloped away.

Zhenmutier only deployed 50,000 troops at Panlong Mountain, and tens of thousands of cavalry from the tribal alliance were marching south along the Tanggula Mountains. Once he reunited with his people and rested, he would surely make a comeback.

Junyu immediately ordered a full-scale pursuit of Zhenmutier.

The horses ridden by Zhenmutier and his dozens of riders were all extremely rare and famous Ferghana steeds. At this moment, they were running for their lives, their speed as fast as a whirlwind.

The group chased for several miles when suddenly a black cloud, as dark as a riverbank, appeared on the horizon. It quickly filled half the sky, and in an instant, the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

Liu Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "A sandstorm is coming, retreat quickly."

Although it was Junyu's first time seeing such a sandstorm, he knew its power and immediately ordered everyone to retreat. When the sandstorm subsided, under the vast expanse of snow, there was no trace of Zhenmutier and the others.

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Chapter 85: The Love Poem Incident (1)

In the Battle of Panlong Mountain, Zhenmutier's 50,000-strong army, except for Zhenmutier himself and a few dozen cavalry guards, was completely annihilated. At this moment, Xining Prefecture was brightly decorated and celebrated in grand style.

Despite the great victory, Junyu was not as jubilant as her soldiers. She had created a false impression by leaving Xining Prefecture vacant and stationing troops in Yushu Town to mislead Zhenmutier, which led to this decisive victory. However, it was a great pity that Zhenmutier had escaped due to a sandstorm at such a favorable time. She knew that Zhenmutier had a strong following among the grassland tribes, and with his old followers, even a centipede, though dead, would not be easily defeated. After resting, he might return and start another war.

The next day, just as Junyu had finished arranging the distribution of troops in each garrison, news suddenly arrived that an envoy had come.

Junyu invited him in, but it turned out to be a ceremonial official sent by the minister stationed in the neighboring Western Regions. The official had first gone to Xining Prefecture, but upon not finding the commander-in-chief, he immediately rode to Yushu Town. It turned out that the official had come to invite the Northwest Commander-in-Chief to the Holy Palace to visit the "Robe-Changing Festival" to be held at the end of the month.

Every "Robe-Changing Festival," the resident minister would lead officials of all ranks to personally offer congratulations to "Bokdo" and invite many people to attend the ceremony. Since the previous minister had been transferred, the new resident minister needed to take this opportunity to build good relations with all parties. However, it was quite unexpected that he would specifically send someone to the neighboring "Yushu Town" to invite the commander-in-chief of the Northwest Army.

The "Changing Robes Festival" is a major festival of the Holy Palace. After changing clothes, the "Bokdo" enters a month-long period of seclusion and meditation each year, during which he does not see anyone or handle any official documents.

Knowing that the people from the "Thousand Machines Sect" were going to investigate the "Love Poems" matter, Junyu had been secretly worried about Tuosang's situation, so he immediately agreed.

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Chapter 86: The Love Poem Incident (2)

Tuosang stretched his hand out the window. After a long while, the faint light of dawn grew stronger and stronger, and he could clearly see the lines on his palm. He knew that his day was about to begin.

From the age when he had just learned to chase away crows, he began this life year after year, day after day. He would sit cross-legged in the dim light of dawn, concentrating on studying the scriptures. If he looked around even slightly, his teacher would sternly correct him. He would use a pen made of bamboo skin to write characters on a blackboard that had been coated with tung oil. He would write, erase, and then write again.

Although he was a "Bokta," he could not wear his robes even slightly wrinkled, could not eat his fill, could not walk with his head held high, and could only sleep with his legs bent and curled up on a one-meter square mat...

Gradually, he forgot how much he envied the young monks outside the confines of their secluded lives, playing with pebbles, kicking shuttlecocks, and playing chess during his childhood; gradually, he became calm and composed, his spirit as vast as the ocean, and he would not even furrow his brow if the sky were to fall or the earth were to crack.

However, his first trip out in his life inadvertently disrupted this balance. Before he knew it, his heart was no longer as still as water, and his soul sometimes trembled.

Time and again, he locked himself in his meditation room, silently contemplating the face of Buddha. But what repeatedly appeared before his eyes was the elegant young man smiling radiantly under the banyan tree, playing the flute under the moon. Then, this elegant young man transformed into the heavily wounded figure in the secret chamber of "Hanjing Garden," dressed in a moon-white robe—however, this figure in the moon-white robe dared not be savored too much. Every time he imagined it, it would become blurry and vanish like smoke, like a dream half-awake at dawn, appearing and disappearing in an instant, never forming a coherent whole.

His desk was empty, without paper or pen for a long time. Ever since a novice monk accidentally picked up two pages of paper while sweeping, he had never touched a pen again.

At the beginning of the year, the Iron-Stick Discipline Monk and the masters of the "Thousand Machines Sect" patrolled the streets and alleys outside the Holy Palace day and night, turning the countryside, brothels, and taverns upside down, but they could not find a single suspicious woman. After half a year of such toil, they were exhausted and finally concluded and reported to the court: the current "Bokdo" was fond of poetry and literature and was just writing casually.

However, he knew that, no matter where he was in the world, he would probably never see that handsome young man again in this lifetime.

He stood quietly by the window, the lines on his palms clearly visible in the dawn light. The morning dew was cold, and his palms, like his heart, were icy.

"Mimi Zewa Deqing Jiansesi (Great Compassionate Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva)." The deep chest voice of the monk on duty echoed throughout the palace along with three claps. All the monks got up at the shout and poured into the main hall from all the monks' quarters like a tide to do their morning prayers.

"Bokdo, your new winter clothes are ready, please put them on." The personal monk respectfully presented the winter clothes for the "Robe-Changing Festival".

Outside, officials of all ranks and tourists who came to offer their congratulations were already waiting quietly.

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Chapter 87: The Worship of the Masses, the Abandonment of the Mortal World

The official arrived at the residence of the resident minister on the evening of the 26th of the 11th month.

At the entrance of the mansion, a man came out to greet him personally. Upon seeing Junyu, he immediately burst into laughter: "We've been waiting for you! Junyu, you're late. Should we punish you with three cups of wine?"

The newly appointed resident minister was none other than Qin Xiaolou.

Junyu was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward: "No wonder you sent someone to invite me, it was you."

"Flying General Fengcheng has defeated Zhenmutier this time, pacifying the Northwest and shaking the border regions. Even if it wasn't me, I believe someone else would have sent someone to invite the general. Haha."

Junyu smiled: "Did you have any news about Yuan Jing and the others on this trip?"

Qin Xiaolou said with great enthusiasm, "Yuan Jing achieved a great victory against the Japanese pirates at the end of July. It is estimated that he will soon wipe out the Japanese pirates in the Fujian area and return to the court. His two cousins have entered the palace, and Shi Lanni has been made a Noble Consort."

Although Junyu was surprised by the entry of the Shi Lanni sisters into the palace, she was still overjoyed: "Yuan Jing has finally found his place and can now show his skills."

Qin Xiaolou said, "However, his uncle recently passed away, and I don't know if he will be able to go home for the funeral."

Shi Daming's martial arts skills had reached their peak, but he died young in his fifties.

Junyu remained silent for a moment, and Qin Xiaolou continued, "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhu Yu married the princess of the Prince of Heyang. I heard that the princess was as beautiful as a fairy, but I had already left the capital at that time and did not see her in person. Zhu Yu is quite lucky."

Junyu laughed and said, "Haha, then I really must congratulate him. I should have asked someone to send him a gift."

"What gift does that kid need? It's fine if we don't give him one."

The winter sun rises above the temple, and the murals on the walls and walls are vibrant, with flying eaves stretching as far as the eye can see, making it feel like entering a temple of art.

A large crowd of people waited quietly in the open space, including the elderly, children, men and women. Many of them had traveled long distances, bowing every three steps, with the sole purpose of reaching this sacred place in their hearts.

Tourists gathered outside the main hall, and beneath the enormous "changing platform" sat officials of all ranks, led by the resident minister, all standing solemnly and quietly awaiting "Bokdor's" ascent.

With perfect precision, as the sun shone on the eyes of the Buddha on the eaves, Bokto, dressed in new attire, walked onto the stage under the guidance of the ceremonial guard and amidst the devout gazes of the pilgrims, his serene and peaceful eyes sweeping over all beings.

The rising sun was so dazzling that Junyu couldn't help but close her eyes—the person on the stage was not dressed casually like someone playing the zither in a garden in Sichuan or picking flowers on Phoenix Road; she was dressed in linen clothes as white as snow.

This is who he truly is.

He fully obeyed his duty, wearing a brand-new cassock, looking upon all living beings with compassion, and being worshipped by countless people, abandoning the mortal world.

Qin Xiaolou was already leading the way in presenting gifts and offering congratulations to "Bokdo". A group of officials followed closely behind. Qin Xiaolou turned around and saw Jun Yu standing there. He immediately introduced him to the group of esteemed monks from the Western Regions: "This is the renowned 'Flying Marshal of Phoenix City', the Grand Marshal of the Army and Cavalry of the Six Northern Provinces."

The group of highly accomplished monks, who had long cultivated themselves, did not know who the "Grand Marshal of the Army" was, but upon hearing the words "Flying Marshal of Phoenix City," their expressions all changed slightly. This was because they already knew that the destroyed Buddha tooth had saved a young man known as the "Flying Marshal of Phoenix City."

Upon seeing the slight change in their expressions, Junyu immediately guessed the reason. He smiled slightly and was about to speak when a steward monk carrying an iron rod strode over and bowed deeply: "So you are the famous Phoenix City Flying General. Thank you for saving me last time."

Junyu looked and realized that it was the same Iron Staff Monk they had rescued when they first entered Qinghai. This Iron Staff Monk was a high-ranking monk official in the Holy Palace who was in charge of supervising monastic discipline, and his name was "Xia Ao".

Junyu returned the greeting. At this moment, Master Chiba, who was in charge of handling foreign affairs, stepped forward and said, "Are you the commander-in-chief of the Northwest Army who just defeated Zhenmutier in Yushu Town? The Chijin tribe's army often enters our territory to plunder cattle, sheep, and horses. Now that we have achieved peace and security, it is thanks to the marshal."

Junyu returned the greeting with a solemn bow: "Protecting one's home and country is the duty of a soldier. My life was saved by your esteemed sect, and I am filled with anxiety and unease because my own life destroyed your sacred artifact. If there is any need for my service in the future, I would not hesitate to do so even if it costs me my life."

The oldest monk sighed, "There must be a reason for this."

Junyu nodded in thanks, then looked up and caught Bokdo's gaze. He smiled slightly and, following the etiquette for guests, bowed to him. Bokdo returned the bow according to his own status to this renowned guest. Junyu calmly turned around and went to the rest area specially set up for guests.

The sun had set, the prayers were over, and the pilgrims were leaving in droves as the procession escorted the Bokto back to the temple.

Junyu looked at the clear water, fresh flowers, rice grains, incense, candles, and butter lamps on the platform... Tonight at midnight is the "Bokdo" retreat period.

Tomorrow morning, I will embark on my journey back to Xining Prefecture.

This is the only time we'll meet in this lifetime.

The letter he kept close to his body suddenly touched his heart, and a pain shot through him. Junyu looked up, but "Bokdo's" figure had completely disappeared.

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Chapter 88: Tosang and the Spell

That night, Qin Xiaolou hosted a farewell banquet for Junyu.

Qin Xiaolou raised his wine glass, drank a large cup himself, and said, "Junyu, stay a few more days and enjoy the scenery here. Why leave in such a hurry?"

Junyu also drank a large cup and laughed, "We have to leave sooner or later. Besides, although the Northwest Army won this time, it doesn't mean that the Northwest Army is that strong. We still need to intensify training to prevent any unforeseen circumstances."

Qin Xiaolou sighed, "Only you would be so devoted and loyal."

Junyu also sighed softly: "It's not because of loyalty, but because of years of war and the displacement of the people. In particular, the Zhenmutier army is brutal. Whenever they conquer a place, they often massacre the entire city. The people are levied heavy taxes every year to support us. If we don't protect them, what use are we?"

Qin Xiaolou nodded: "I spent some time in the Northwest Army a few years ago. At that time, we had never directly fought against Zhenmutier. His power has grown really fast."

Jun Yu said, "In my opinion, Zhenmutier is more terrifying than the Hu King's army. Although they have only risen to power in recent years, they are well-trained and skilled, especially adept at assembling large armies to charge into battle on the grasslands. Moreover, Zhenmutier himself is a man of great talent and ambition, with a multitude of fierce generals under his command, far surpassing the Hu King. This victory at Yushu Town was somewhat fortunate. Given the current combat strength and training of the Northwest Army, I'm afraid that the next time we face a large-scale mobilization of Zhenmutier's army, it won't be so easy to deal with them."

"So you're not going to stay in the Northwest for quite some time?"

Junyu smiled and said, "I'm afraid it won't be so easy to eliminate Zhenmutier's remaining 50,000 cavalry."

The two chatted for a while longer, and then Qin Xiaolou suddenly said, "Lin Baoshan and other generals of the Northwest Army are all Zhu's trusted subordinates, especially Lin Baoshan, who has always been arrogant. It's not easy for you to keep him in check when you first arrived in the army. He hasn't been doing anything underhanded, has he?"

Junyu shook his head. Initially, those generals were outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, but after the two major victories at Yeniu Gou, they drastically reformed. Even Lin Baoshan, at least outwardly, was completely obedient. The only worrying thing was that the imperial funds were arriving later and later. Junyu knew this wasn't entirely due to Prime Minister Zhu, but rather because years of war had left the treasury depleted, and the economies of the northern provinces were already in ruins. Even if the court issued a reward, it would be difficult to pay such a huge sum in a short time.

Qin Xiaolou said, "Fortunately, Yuan Jing's eradication of the Japanese pirates in Fujian is just around the corner, which can be considered a check on Prime Minister Zhu. Perhaps, during this period, he may not have time to deal with you. In the future, you must be more careful in the army."

Junyu smiled and nodded.

As the setting sun lengthened the shadows on the ground, from the entrance of the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon, Mount Namcha Barwa looked like a piece of emerald green. The white snow-capped mountains connected with the colorful clouds on the horizon, and the slopes were covered with an endless expanse of various shades of green. The stone houses, scattered along the mountainside, looked almost tilted.

At the foot of the mountain, the wind swept past the decaying prayer flags on the high platform, and along the way, the six-character mantra could be faintly discerned in the snow imprints.

Junyu reined in his horse. Looking into the distance, there were no temples or houses nearby. At the foot of this relatively flat mountain, the snow-capped peaks and green vegetation formed a stunning picture.