You're only in your thirties...and you're already thinking about becoming an immortal when you're already in your thirties? Isn't it too early?"

Pang Tongyi was stunned, nodded and said: "That's true..." In the twenties and thirties, physical strength and other things are at the peak of youth, and in the forties and fifties, you gradually feel that your body is declining and your life is passing away. This is normal. Han Dynasty

The average life span of forty does not mean that everyone will become old when they reach forty, but because the Han Dynasty also often fought wars, and at the same time, the living conditions of the common people as the base of the people were not comparable to those of the emperor and the nobles.

Among ordinary nobles, there were many who lived into their seventies or eighties during the Han Dynasty.

Therefore, normally speaking, the time when Emperor Han Ming prayed to gods and Buddhas was not quite right. In other words, Emperor Han Ming did not pray to gods and Buddhas for his own immortality at this time...

So, for what?

"There is a Golden Bull Way in Sichuan and Sichuan..." Fei Qian tapped the table gently and thought, "The idea of ​​revealing the sect, is it the method of taking the Golden Bull? It is called taking Buddhist scriptures, but it actually means taking the Western Regions?"

Pang Tongtong clapped his hands and said: "That makes sense! In the tenth year of Yongping, we brought the Jin people. In the fifteenth year of Yongping, Dou, the commander of the carriage, and Geng, the commander of the consort, led their troops to station in Liangzhou. In the sixteenth year, they

Dou Geng and others left Jiuquan in four separate ways, and Ban Ding went far to the Western Regions and captured fifty countries!"

Fei Qian also nodded and said: "That's true...but if the Xianzong only seeks the method of the Jin people to enter the Western Regions, then it is enough to talk about the Jin people, so why bother to write these forty-two chapters?"

"This..." Pang Tong rolled his eyes.

History is like a beautiful little girl, but this is just a look. If you peel off the robe and take off the strong Asian magic, who knows whether it is really Da Qiao Xiao Qiao, Qiao Luo, or simply...

Is it a certain Mo?

"My lord," Pang Tong sipped his toothpaste and said with a slight headache, "does this... have anything to do with the Qinglong Temple I'm looking for...?"

"Haha, there really is..." Fei Qian laughed, "If nothing else, has Shi Yuan discovered that this matter is somewhat similar to what we are planning to do now?"
Chapter completed!