In the Buddhist hall.

There was a piece of wooden fish placed in front of Master Qiku. He tapped the wooden fish gently and recited a Buddhist sutra.

"Are you familiar with everything?" Master Qiku asked.

"I know it by heart, but I don't quite understand a few verses."

"I'll tell you in detail, my teacher."

Master Qiku gave a detailed lecture, explaining clearly the meaning contained in the Buddhist scriptures.

After finishing this passage, Zoya blinked and asked, "Master, are those who are looking for trouble sent by the priests?"

"Yes, it has something to do with sacrifice. This is a battle of faith and power. In this regard, King Hulan and the poor monk are allies. Our goal is the same, which is to seize the right to sacrifice." Master Qiku

explained.

"Why do we want to snatch the right to sacrifice? Isn't it good for us to do our own thing?"

"You are still young and don't understand people's hearts. To put it simply, if there are more people who believe in our Buddhism, there will be fewer people who believe in worshiping the ancient gods. The two cannot coexist." Master Qiku said calmly.

Since ancient times, battles of faith have been very cruel. Every battle is accompanied by bloody events, and many people have died unexpectedly.

Although today's Buddhist teachings are peaceful, we still have to fight. This is a conspiracy, it is on the surface, not a conspiracy.

Originally, Master Qiku came to Hulan City alone and was destined to be no match for the priests, but now with the help of King Hulan, he had the strength to fight, which was enough to make the priests afraid.

"Then where should we start to win people's hearts?" Zoya asked again.

"Starting from the herdsmen, the seeds of Buddha's will have been planted earlier, and they will develop rapidly when they take root and sprout."

"I understand, it is difficult to win over the nobles, but it is easier to win over the ordinary herdsmen. Let's start with the herdsmen..."

Zoya already had a good foundation in Buddhist scriptures, and when she thought of Master Qiku's journey of spreading scriptures, she had a clear idea.

But at the same time, her heart began to feel heavy.

How powerful are the priests? If the Buddhists want to snatch faith, how much backlash will it cause?

This is all foreseeable.

Now, without the protection of King Hulan, she and Master Qiku would have been burned in the anger of the priests.

After all, the priests erected the stake and burned countless people to death.

"Don't worry too much. We are protected by King Hulan inside the city, and we also have foreign aid outside. The poor monk has already contacted us..." Master Qiku showed a smile on his face.

Zoya was surprised. She rarely saw Master Qiku smile. What kind of happy event made him happy?

"Master, I can't help with this. I'm just wondering, should we go to the Hunting Festival?" Zoya said.

"King Hulan has invited us a long time ago, but the poor monk won't go. When the time comes, you can go. Remember, you must show your prestige for King Hulan." Master Qiku said calmly.

"I have also heard that some nobles want to show off at the Hunting Festival and want to suppress King Hulan." Zoya frowned, "But, I don't understand, what are the benefits of this? If you offend King Hulan, you will do it again in the future.

Can you stay in Hulan City?"

"You don't know the power structure of the Hulan Golden Account. In the Hulan Golden Account, King Hulan is just a symbol and only holds a small part of the power. The power of the Hulan Golden Account is actually controlled by the Presbyterian Council.

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"The Hunting Festival is one of the most important festivals in the Mongolian tribe, especially the Hulan Golden Tent. Each hunting festival is actually the division of power for the next year. Voting rights in the elders are obtained according to the prey obtained.

The more, the greater the voting rights. If King Hulan does not gain much, then he may only be able to obtain the most basic part of the voting rights, and most of them will be divided among the nobles..."

"This tradition is the foundation of Hulan Golden Tent, and no one can shake it at present."

"Master, if I fight for more voting rights for King Hulan, can I get more rewards?" Zoya's eyes lit up. She didn't have much confidence before, but she is different now.

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After practicing with Master Dutian for a period of time, not only did her strength greatly increase, but her riding and shooting skills also became more and more proficient, which is already rare and valuable at her age.

"It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on heaven and earth. The benefits you have obtained should be rewarded. King Hulan will give you what you deserve." Master Qiku smiled slightly.

He was indeed in a good mood. He contacted a secret guard in the city. Through this secret guard, he successfully contacted General Luo Fengtang who was stationed outside Tieya City.

From then on, he no longer fought alone, but was supported by forces from behind.

A letter came from him telling him that reinforcements were on the way.

When the time comes, it is inevitable to form an army of monks to protect the temple.

Now there are only two of them in the Buddhist temple, which is far from enough.

A group of believers outside are already planning to enter the city, but whether they can succeed still depends on how many votes King Hulan can get during this hunting festival.

However, Master Qiku has confidence in Zoya. Zoya is now his direct disciple, no different from his adopted daughter, and no different from Qixi who stayed in Sixiang City in Daqi.

"No visitors will be allowed behind closed doors these days. Zoya, I will teach you some unique skills."

Taking advantage of the few days left before the Hunting Festival, Master Qiku decided to give Zoya another special training to teach her some more things.

Zoya has talent, she can digest it.

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In front of a seat inlaid with gems inside the curtain, a man covered in jewelry stood on a white bear skin, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be burning with fire.

"Are you all ready?"

"Get ready, Great Elder Muhua."

Several nobles in gorgeous robes sat next to them, and they all nodded.

"Yes, this time we have to dispel King Hulan's arrogance. Otherwise, if we let him get more voting rights, our Presbyterian Church will be useless." Elder Muhua said calmly.

"What the Great Elder said is that we must suppress the idea of ​​​​this King of Hulan."

"If he takes power, he will first dig out our flesh and drink our blood. Sooner or later, he will cancel the Council of Elders and imitate the Emperor of Da Qi to make a decision and leave me to die without a burial place."

"This is a life-and-death battle. We must give up all illusions!"

"It can't be done properly. No one can hold back. It should be noted that King Hulan's real purpose is to cancel the Presbyterian Council."

The nobles explained clearly the stakes involved.

"Okay, now that we have united our minds, it's time to take action. During this hunting festival, our descendants will no longer be able to hide their abilities and go all out to do better." Elder Mu Hua narrowed his eyes.

"Should we send someone to lay out the hunting area in advance?" someone suggested.
Chapter completed!