Villain: We agreed to cancel the engagement, what are you regretting?

Wang Xuan stopped discussing the remaining details with Zhang Han and directly asked him to discuss them with his men.

He waved his hand and planned to send Zhang Han away, and then went to see Leng Yue.

See if there are any clues on her side.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Han did not leave, but looked at Wang Xuan with a troubled expression.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, is there anything else?" Wang Xuan asked.

Zhang Han looked horrified, cupped his hands and said:

"To be honest, I want to know what General Lu and the others... His Highness are going to do next?"

Wang Xuan looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Sir, are you planning to plead for them?"

Zhang Han smiled bitterly and said: "After all, General Lu and I are working together, this war is the plan of the Holy One..."

Wang Xuan nodded: "I don't want to cause more killings. After all, we are all Daqian people. But if General Lu doesn't surrender, it will be very difficult for me... You said that if a war breaks out next, If General Lu and his group suddenly cause trouble, aren't they just causing trouble for themselves?"

He said with a sinister look in his eyes.

Zhang Han's heart trembled, and he quickly said: "His Royal Highness, please show mercy. It's better to do this. I can help His Highness persuade him. Maybe General Lu is willing to surrender!"

"Oh? I'm so grateful that sir is willing to share my worries for my son! I'll leave General Lu to you... Someone, take sir to the prison!"

After Zhang Han bowed and saluted, he followed Xuanlong Wei and left.

"Second brother, keep an eye on him secretly. If he makes any move... shoot him without mercy!" Wang Xuan ordered.

Wang Er took the order and left.

Although Zhang Han didn't lie, Wang Xuan didn't completely trust him, so he still needed some insurance.

Then he went to the west yard.

After Wang Xuan woke up, she was released from prison and came back to live here.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Leng Yue watering water carefully by the wall.

"Miss Leng Yue is really in a good mood!" Wang Xuan said with a smile.

Leng Yue glanced at Wang Xuan: "I've been locked up for too long. It's hard to get out. Plant some flowers and plants to calm your mind."

Wang Xuan was stunned for a moment.

He thought Leng Yue was irritating him.

But looking at her serious look and the reminder from her golden eyes, I knew that the other party was not being arrogant and was just telling the truth.

It seemed that her time in prison was not as relaxing as it seemed.

"The latest news is that this large army was sent by the Empress, but...she had people sneak into it to send me news."

"News...what news?" Leng Yue put down the kettle in her hand and frowned.

"The Empress wants me to...revolt!"

As soon as these words came out, it was Leng Yue's turn to be stunned.

"It shouldn't be...the agreed time...why is it so early?"

Leng Yue fell into deep thought. Suddenly, she suddenly realized:

"It's broken! Something must have happened with the Empress!"

"Something happened?" Wang Xuan was puzzled: "What happened?"

Leng Yue clasped her hands on her chest and propped up her chin with her right hand: "It's very possible that that person... knew about our plan!"

Just when Wang Xuan wanted to continue asking, the other party continued:

"No! Our plan should not have been leaked yet. That person should have just noticed it. After all, you came to Jingzhou and lost contact for almost half a year..."

Thinking of this, Leng Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the empress is probably urging us to do this, or she also wants us to put on a show!"

"Acting?" Wang Xuan also frowned and was thinking.

The corners of Leng Yue's mouth raised slightly:

"Yes! A...play called Rebellion!"

...

Northwest of Jingzhou is Shuzhou.

To the west of Shuzhou are towering mountains.

But behind these mountains, there is an endless desert, known as the Infinite Desert.

According to legend, this endless desert is a test descended by the Buddha.

As long as you cross the Wujian Desert, you can reach Lingshan, the holy land of Buddhism and the place where Buddha attained enlightenment.

You can see the Buddhas and achieve fruition.

Therefore, even if Buddhism is not revealed in the Central Plains, countless believers still pass through Shuzhou and arrive at the Wujian Desert behind the mountains to make pilgrimages every year.

But after most people entered, there was no news.

Some say these people are all dead.

But some people say that they reached the other shore and saw the true Buddha.

No one knows the truth.

Baator is such a pilgrim.

He is a member of a minority group in Shuzhou. His younger sister is seriously ill and the doctors cannot cure her.

Later, I heard from the master in the temple that as long as you canIf he could reach the sacred mountain and see the real Buddha, he would be able to get great power and remove diseases.

For this reason, he followed the crowd and embarked on the pilgrimage.

Along the way, he and the others traveled through mountains and rivers, which was extremely difficult.

And due to various reasons, there are only two people left now.

That was an old man named Rob, who looked like he was in his twilight years. No one knew how he could get here with this body.

This made Barto believe that maybe it was the blessing of the Buddha?

But if there really is a Buddha, he hopes that he can show up now and give them some water.

Barto picked up the water bag and patted the bottle hard, hoping to get something out of it to moisten his dry and burning throat.

But it was obvious that there was no water in the water bag half a day ago.

"Uncle Rob, do you still have water?" Barto asked hopefully.

Rob shook his head and pulled out a hoarse voice: "No, my water is gone..."

Barto showed a disappointed look.

In fact, he had known it for a long time.

But he still asked with the mood of "what if there is one?"

After all, Rob was blessed by the Buddha, and maybe the water bag really worked.

It was not until Rob took out the water bag, opened the stopper and patted it upside down that Barto's thoughts were completely abandoned.

"Damn it! Where is this oasis!" Barto couldn't help cursing.

But the voice seemed so soft and weak.

The pain brought by the lack of water made him lose his energy.

He began to regret whether he should have listened to the words of the master in the temple and come to this so-called sacred mountain for pilgrimage.

"Maybe I should save money and find a better doctor..."

But no matter how much he said, it was too late now.

Now they had entered the endless desert, and even if they wanted to retreat, they couldn't.

So the two of them could only bite the bullet and continue walking.

After another half a day, the sky gradually darkened.

The sun set.

Although it was not hot anymore, something more terrible was about to happen.

The night in the desert was more terrifying than the day.

The extremely low temperature made the two people shiver.

Barto and Rob leaned against a big rock and built a fire to keep warm.

The two people clung to each other, wanting to share each other's warmth.

But as time went by, the temperature gradually dropped.

Slowly, even the warmth of the fire could not satisfy them.

"Why is it so cold!" Barto was desperate.

He also spent yesterday in the desert, but it was not as cold as today.

On the contrary, the closer to the west, the colder it was.

By now, he could no longer bear it.

"No! I can't go west anymore! I'll go back tomorrow. I don't want to go on a pilgrimage!"

At this time, Barto's pursuit of life had surpassed everything.

But at this time, he felt his body was even colder.

"What's going on?"

Barto noticed that it seemed that this icy temperature came from Rob.

So he asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Are you exhausted? You look so cold!"

Rob just lowered his head, closed his eyes, and didn't answer.

Bato finally realized that something was wrong. He looked at Rob, and an answer gradually emerged in his mind.

But he didn't dare to believe it, so he stretched out a trembling hand from the blanket and felt Rob's breath.

"Dead!"

Bato jumped away in fear.

Shrinking to the other side, away from Rob.

"Uncle Rob... just died like this?" Barto was terrified, his face full of horror.

But after calming down, he was even more desperate.

"Even Rob, who was blessed by the Buddha, died. Am I going to die..."

Frustration instantly filled his mind.

"No! No! I can't die here! I want to go home!"

Bato mustered up the little courage he had left.

If he didn't even have the last bit of courage, he would really die here.

He fell asleep by the fire, and when he woke up, he went back the same way. He decided not to go on the pilgrimage.

Finally, after a night of cold, the sun rose the next day.

Barto survived.

But the bad thing was that he was sick.

His head was severely burned, and he had no strength in his body.

He struggled to get up, took off everything on Rob and took it away.

But not long after walking, he fell to the ground and could not get up again.

"Am I going to die?"

This is what Barto thought in his mind.

"I'm not willing..."

But what can I do if I'm not willing.

He was seriously ill, and there was no water or food.

In this desert, he could only wait to die.

Just as he was desperately waiting for death, a figure came towards the light and slowlyWalking slowly.

His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"This is... Buddha!"

The figure's dress was similar to the golden Buddha image he saw in the temple.

His piety must have moved the Buddha, and he was coming to save him!

Barto was very excited.

The steps were very slow, and time passed by little by little.

Finally, the footsteps came to him little by little.

Just when he thought he was saved, the footsteps passed through him and began to move away.

Barto was stunned.

What happened?

Didn't the Buddha come to save me?

Why is he leaving again?

No!

Can't leave!

At the last moment, Barto had a flash of reverie, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the foot.

"Save..."

Pah--

Before he finished speaking, Barto's head was crushed to pieces.

Looking up from the foot, it was the monk with a determined face.

He looked at Barto with disgust.

"Damn you ant! How dare you touch me?"

As if he didn't feel angry enough, he stepped on Barto's head a few more times.

Until the other's head was in disarray.

Finally, he looked to the east and muttered to himself:

"Buddha... wait for me, I'm almost there..."

Then he walked towards the east.

The sand under his feet was stained with scarlet blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

After a while, a sandstorm hit and covered up the traces.

This absurd drama came to an end.