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Chapter Seventy-Three: The Assassination of the Nirvana

Although it was late at night, there were still a lot of lights in the Ni Ni Master's Mansion, especially in the hall, which was brightly lit and shining like day.

In the hall, Ni Nishi was dressed in a royal robe, sitting on a low table, with a happy face and a smile, even happier than the New Year, much happier.

Sitting on the two sides were Pushang, the son of Nighan, the Manichaean leader Mahara, and a group of "civil and military ministers".

Manichaeism is the state religion of Persia, with a history of hundreds of years, and has always been very respected by the Persian royal family.

Even if they don't come, they can't do it, because the Arab Empire is promoting Ethiopia, which is backed by force, and if Manichaeism does not leave, it will be exterminated.

It was also this eastward retreat that led to the introduction of Manichaeism into Middle-earth, because "Mo" and "Demon" were homophonic, and they were mistakenly called Demon Religion, which was passed down.

Although he was in exile, the "government-in-exile" of Ninishi was still sound, and the "Minister of Civil and Military Affairs" was still complete.

The reason why they are so happy is because Wu Zetian officially canonized Ni Nishi as the king of Persia, which is exactly what they look forward to day and night, can they not be happy?

Even though it had been several days, they were still overjoyed.

Moreover, Wu Zetian canonized Ni Nishi as the king of Persia in front of Muragu, which is definitely tough enough, which also shows that Wu Zetian is extremely unhappy with the Arab Empire, which is great news for the Persian royal family.

What made them happiest was that Wu Zetian immediately re-established the "Persian Protectorate". Although the current Persian Protectorate does not have any strength and is still on paper, this is a substantial progress, and Wu Zetian has already taken action.

The king of Persia, though noble, was a little worse than acting.

"Your Majesty is wise, canonizing me as the king of Persia and re-establishing the Persian capital protectorate, this is great news." The Nirna Master smiled, and he smiled so much that there was only a small slit left in his eyes.

"Huh." A hearty laugh rang out, coming from the mouths of the ministers.

Over the years, they have been looking forward to returning to their homeland and rebuilding the Persian Empire, and now, at last, they are looking forward to the great news, and they really want to sing loudly.

"We must not fail to live up to His Majesty's expectations." Master Ni Ni was very excited, and said: "Your Majesty has great kindness to me and to us in Persia, and we must take care of the Persian Protectorate." I mean, send people back to their homeland first, collect the news, the Celestial Empire needs these news. ”

"The king is wise." The ministers were busy approving it.

The reason why Li Longji built yì Wu Zetian and re-established the Persian capital protectorate now is that the Persian royal family can find out the news. It is definitely much easier for the Persian royal family to inquire about the news than for the Tang people, because the appearance of the Tang people is different from that of the Persians, and it is easy to expose their identities when they go to Persia to inquire about the news.

Not to mention, the royal family still has a lot of influence.

As long as it is managed properly, it will definitely lay out a huge intelligence network in the homeland of Persia and even in the Middle East, which will be of great benefit to the Tang Dynasty.

"If we send people back to Persia, our congregations will surely respond." The Manichaean leader Maharaja was very excited, and his voice was a little high, almost singing.

"That's that, that's." Ninishi nodded heavily, agreeing with this.

Manichaeism has a history of hundreds of years and is the state religion of the Persian Empire. As soon as someone went back to organize, the Manichaeans would inevitably respond en masse.

"Let's have a good discussion, who will go back, and how to do this." Nirvana's eyes lit up.

"Good! Discuss together. The crowd echoed in unison.

As soon as you said a word, I said a word, and began to discuss, and the scene was very enthusiastic, so to speak, freely.

"Bang." In the middle of the meeting, I heard a bang, the door was slammed open, and a group of murderous men in black appeared at the door.

"Who?" Nirvana's eyes rolled, and he shouted violently.

"Nirvana, your time of death has come." The leader Abdullah sneered and said to the Nirvana.

His gaze swept over the heads of Ninishi, Pushang, and Mashura, as if a hunter was looking at his prey, and said, "It's all here, very good!" I could just have it all. ”

"The Great Cannibal?" Nirvana's eyes were about to erupt with fire, and new hatreds and old hatreds came to his heart.

His homeland was destroyed by the Arab Empire, and he had to go into exile with his father Balus since he was a child. Now, he finally settled in the Tang Dynasty, and the Arab Empire did not let him go, sending assassins to kill him.

"Heretics." With a twinkle in his eyes, he stood up and shouted hatefully.

Manichaeism is the state religion of Persia and has a history of hundreds of years. Where to think, the Arab Empire came and ruthlessly suppressed Manichaeism, forcing the believers to convert to Ethiopian Christianity, otherwise they would be beheaded. Under the pressure of the Arab Empire, many believers converted to Ethiopian.

Even so, the Arab Empire still did not let go of Manichaeism and ruthlessly suppressed Manichaeism, and the Manichaean leaders such as Moshura had to move eastward with the Persian royal family and eventually came to the Tang Dynasty.

There are so many hatreds of this kind, more than the sand on the beach, and at first glance the people of the Arab Empire, the leader of Manichaeism, Moshra, cannot help but be angry.

"You're a heretic! If you do not believe in Allah and do not believe in Allah, you pagan deserve death! Abdullah looked at Mahara, and his eyes were about to burst into flames, as if Mahārā had dug up his ancestral grave.

Abdullah was a fanatical religious person, for whom Allah was a qiē and the Manichaean leader of the Mashira was a pagan.

"Damn infidels!" Abdullah refused to give up, yelled at Mashra, waved his right hand, and shouted, "Kill! Kill all the infidels! ”

"Kill all the infidels!" The killers behind him shouted in unison.

"Choke." There was a crisp grinding sound, and the killers drew their Arab scimitars and clenched them in their hands, their eyes full of hatred, and they looked at them as they struck the mud.

This assassination of the Nirvana, the Arab Empire carried out a careful plan, these killers are thousands of religious fanatics, for them, not believing in Allah is a heretic, a heretic who deserves death.

"Kill!" Abdullah waved his right hand and let out a deep sigh.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The killers roared and rushed forward, their scimitars slashing at the Nirvana.

"Kill all the infidels!" As if he wanted to breathe fire in his eyes, he pulled out his scimitar violently, held it tightly in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a beautiful knife light appeared, crashing into the oncoming scimitar.

"Kill all the infidels." Just as they were starting, Pushang and Mashura pulled out their scimitars and slashed them.

They are the prodigal Persian royal family, and they are always in danger, and this martial art must be practiced. As an exile, if you don't have the skills, you can be killed at any time.

Yes, their skills are not bad, and they are very sharp in slashing and killing, and the killers of the Arab Empire can't help them for a while.

"Okay." Abdullah saw it in his eyes, nodded and said, "These heretics are still a little interesting. ”

Then his eyes turned cold, and he pressed his right hand on the hilt of the knife and pulled the knife out of its sheath.

A crisp metal grinding sound sounded, and a cold and shining Arab scimitar appeared in his hand, and with a wave of his right hand, a beautiful knife light flashed, as if it was a match, unstoppable.

"Ahh A scream rang out, and the head of a Persian exile flew up, dying.

"Poof." Abdullah's scimitar made a beautiful arc, and another exile died.

Abdullah is like a tiger entering a flock, it is difficult to have an enemy, exiles are constantly dying at his hands, the shape that could still maintain balance is broken, and the mud niras are in danger.