Because of Li Yuntong's words before parting, Songtsen Gampo's already somewhat uneasy heart became more and more high.

He forced his chaotic mind and arranged people to surround the Ganden Monastery, only allowing him to enter but not to leave.

After Li Yuntong finished speaking, he walked quickly to the top of the mountain closest to Ganden Temple and looked down.

Looking at Gaden Monastery from this position, it is condescending, and you can see the topography of the mountains below.

There are a lot of pines and cypresses planted outside the Ganden Temple, if you look at it below, at most you feel that the Ganden Temple is hidden in a forest, but from the top down, you can see that those pines and cypresses seem to be a formation, the arrangement is quite tortuous and meandering, under the careful counting, like nine curves and eighteen bays will surround the Ganden Temple in it.

In this way, the Ganden Temple, which seems to be a quiet place, has a faint momentum of dragons soaring and leaping, and it is a place where Tibetan wind gathers water and makes the hidden dragon transform into a real dragon.

See the dragon in the field, and see the lord.

See the dragon in the field, De Shi Pu also.

Li Yuntong didn't expect to see such feng shui in Tibet, the feng shui of this Ganden Temple and the Book of Changes, as stated in the Book of Changes, "The dragon has appeared on the ground, which is conducive to the emergence of a great man with high virtue and power; The dragon has appeared on the earth, like the sun shining, and the people of the world are generally favored".

This kind of feng shui can be said to be extremely expensive and heavy, and any feng shui master will feel that this excellent feng shui treasure land has been exceeded.

This is the feng shui of the emperor's house.

Looking at it, Li Yuntong found that the feng shui of this Ganden Temple was artificially changed, it should not have been the case, it was changed to such a fortune by the aura of heaven and earth gathered by the formation of those pines and cypresses.

Forcibly changing one's fortune is the same as borrowing one's life, it is against the way of heaven, it is perverse, and it must be filled with some demonic methods and human lives.

She somewhat understood why Radaimu would secretly look for people born at special times, and would sacrifice them with Zhandui and ninety-nine other people.

One person is the eye of the array, ninety-nine is one, and life is endless.

This Ladaimu asked for a lot, but I was afraid that the archmage would be coaxed by him.

Li Yuntong frowned and looked inside and out of Ganden Temple.

The killing machine has appeared, who will kill the deer?

At noon, it is the moment of life.

Everyone knows that noon is the time of the extreme yang, and if you don't see the ghosts, you don't open the yin door, but you don't know that the yin and yang are combined, and the time of the extreme yang is the place of the extreme yin, if you sacrifice yourself in that one, the yin soul will have more yin energy than at night, and because you die in the hour of the extreme yang, you can't be reincarnated beyond the lifetime.

He can only be the Yin soldier of the soul-turner, and be enslaved by him for eternity.

Unexpectedly, Radaimu was called "Sai", and the man who lived in the god's body turned out to be such a demon.

Li Yuntong has followed his master to learn divination for so many years, and it is the first time he has encountered such a tricky feng shui.

Fortunately, this place was created after all, not a natural land of true dragons, and it is not completely lifeless.

Li Yuntong closed his eyes, felt the breath of the mountain breeze, and felt the path left by the mountain breeze passing through the pines and cypresses in the nine-bend and eighteen bays.

Her hair was blown by the wind, and her clothes made the sound of hunting.

Songtsen Gampo stood in the valley, looking at her on the mountain, like a goddess, standing in the mist.

The sun is deflecting, the sun is about to reach the middle, and the figures on the earth are getting shorter.

When Li Yuntong and Zhang Shengyuan began to cast spells on the mountain, Songtsen Gampo waved his hand and led people to attack Ganden Monastery.

Because Li Yuntong had cast a blindfold before, the monks of Ganden Monastery did not notice their arrival at all, and for the sake of sacrifice, most of the monks were transferred to the altar, and there were not many people inside and outside the temple gate, and when the people led by Songtsen Gampo rushed to the temple gate, their manpower in the Bon religion had already waited in front of the door, and when they heard the secret signal of knocking, they opened the temple door wide and let them go directly.

A few monks who stood in the way were soon overwhelmed by the tidal wave of guards.

By the time Songtsen Gampo led his men to the altar, it was still a quarter of an hour before noon.

There was a gatehouse at this gate, and there were monks guarding it, and when they saw the guards below neatly lined up, wearing armor and holding swords and guns, some monks looked at the monks below and asked loudly, "Gonsi, what's going on?" ”

Gonci was the undercover agent who opened the door, he raised his head and smiled and said to the monk on the gatehouse: "Zampu has come to see the master, why don't you open the door quickly." ”

Hearing this, the monks on the gatehouse who were holding arrows at their heads fell silent.

Zampu is here, and he can't help but open the door, but look at the people below who are dressed up, this door is open, can it be closed?

Look at the sun that is almost noon, the monk on the gatehouse piled up a smiling face, "I'm sorry Zanpu, today's Dharma in Ganden Monastery can't be external, the master is casting spells, I'm afraid I can't see you, please forgive me." ”

Songtsen Gampo didn't talk nonsense with him, but only waved his hand, and the guards behind him immediately attacked forward, and about twenty people carried a thick and long log and began to bang on the door.

Seeing that the hour was coming, he would not give the monk time to delay at all.

The gate and gatehouse were slammed and staggered.

The monk who was talking on the gatehouse was stunned, turned his head and ran down, to report to Ladaimu.

Bucky immediately opened his bow and shot at it.

The monk on the gatehouse was shot in the back of the neck by an arrow just as his head was about to disappear, and fell straight forward, leaving the other monks on the gatehouse looking at each other.

Songtsen Gampo said coldly: "Don't you still open the door and want to end up like him?" ”

Those monks, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly I understand that this door has to be opened.

They had all heard the name of Songtsen Gampo as a god of killing, and knew that according to his nature, if he resisted stubbornly, when this door was broken, they were afraid that none of them would survive, and at that time, even if they confessed their sins, they would only die.

But if the door is opened, how will the Guru explain it?

If you offend your guru, you can't be reincarnated, and you can't cultivate merit in the next life.

One is this life and the other is the afterlife, and they hesitate for a moment before making a choice.

The monks on the gatehouse gritted their teeth, and one of them dropped his weapon, and some people followed one after another to disarm it. But there were also diehards of Radaimu, who took advantage of this moment to shout to the other side of the gatehouse: "Zampu has come in with people, let the master go quickly-"

With such a shout, the altar a hundred feet away from the gatehouse finally heard the movement, coupled with the sound of the door being slammed, everyone knew that the situation had changed.

Although they still don't understand what's going on, everyone inside knows that Songtsen Gampo has invaded with people.

Why did Zamp do this to his guru who had always been courteous to him?

Some monks who didn't know the inside story faintly flashed this thought in their minds.

The hundred people who were going to be sacrificed alive were not as calm as before when they were dying, and when they heard the movement, some people who were hesitating suddenly did not want to die, and they wanted to jump down and flee for their lives when they got up from the altar, and the monks who were guarding the altar were all die-hard loyalists of Ladaimu, so they naturally refused to let them go down, so they picked up the sticks in their hands and shouted, trying to drive them back to their original positions.

There was chaos on the altar in an instant.

In the middle of the altar, Ladaimu recited words, and a knife flew up and spun, and in an instant, he harvested a group of people who wanted to flee down.

Seeing that the gate could not be opened for a long time, and that the sun was getting closer and closer to noon, Songtsen Gampo took out a five-claw hook from his back waist, threw it at the gatehouse, totoed, pulled the rope tied to the hook, and climbed up the gatehouse with his hands and feet.

Baji and Dorjee followed behind with his guards, and they rushed up one after another.

When they got to the gatehouse, some people went down to the door and opened the door, while others followed Songtsen Gampo and rushed towards the altar.

However, suddenly there was a fog around the altar, and they could not see anything.

The fog was cold and cold, and something dragged across the ground, making an icy and creepy sound, and the guards who walked into the fog, each of them could smell the strong smell of blood in the air, and when they looked up, the ground was full of blood, and when they stepped on it, the shoes on their feet were half dyed red, and when they went down, their shoes became blood red.

Everywhere there were rolling heads, severed arms, young, old, juvenile, youthful...... There was a disgusting smell of blood everywhere, and the fusion of blood and mist made people faint.

The guards in the blood mist saw different scenes, but in the open-eyed, deadly faces, they all saw a vision of their own loved ones being killed.

On the top of the mountain, Li Yuntong saw a black mist suddenly rise in the pine and cypress, and saw Songtsen Gampo holding his scimitar in the thick fog, as if he was picking up something.

Her finger was a little between her eyebrows, leading her soul away.

The jade that Songtsen Gampo was carrying around his neck suddenly glowed, and Li Yuntong's soul fell on the jade.

At this moment, she could see everything that Songtsen Gampo of Tongling had seen in the fog.

It's like she's Songtsen Gampo.

She saw that Songtsen Gampo was surrounded by severed arms, and he was eagerly rummaging through the heads and corpses, as if he were looking for something.

She saw a pack of hungry dogs running in, their eyes wide open, gnawing on the broken corpses.

She heard Songtsen Gampo roaring: Go away, go away.

He took a knife and slashed at the hungry dogs, but those hungry dogs appeared in an endless stream, and often as soon as he finished cutting this side, another group appeared there, continuing to gnaw at the corpses on the ground, and some of the bold ones even let out a low roar in front of him, trying to come forward and snatch those corpses from him.

"Wang, Wang......" The voices of those hungry dogs came and went in the thick fog, and their eyes were like lanterns, lanterns that would eat people, waiting for Songtsen Gampo to fall, ready to pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

Li Yuntong suddenly understood that Songtsen Gampo was looking for her, and he had fallen into a hallucination in the fog, and he thought she was inside, in those corpses.

He never found her.

His head was entangled in the mist, and it hurt more and more, as if it had been struck with a heavy hammer, and he fell to the ground in pain, and the thought that he could not find her, and maybe never find her, made his heart ache like a knife.

There was a burst of laughter from the thick fog, a burst of sarcastic laughter: "Songtsen Gampo, Princess Wencheng is dead, you let a woman fight for you, how can you be embarrassed to live?" Why don't you die? You deserve to die, you should have died a long time ago, you go and die! ”

"Yes, yes, relying on women to open up the territory, since he was thirteen years old, he has been borrowing the power of women, Yang Tongsa, Princess Chizun...... Now it's Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty again, they are all dead one by one, how can he be embarrassed to live, how can he still have the face to live? How can a man who lives under a woman's skirt be worthy of being the Zampu of Tibet? If I were him, I would have died a long time ago......"

Every voice was accusing, and later, those voices converged and gathered around Songtsen Gampo.

"Die, die, die! You should have died a long time ago, you should have ......"