Li Yuntong ordered Letoman to open his mouth by entering her soul sea to search for her soul and sort out the whole story of what happened, so as to understand why Zhima Toga was in a coma.

In Letoman's sea of souls, she saw everything that Letoman had experienced.

……

Letoman opened his eyes suddenly, and in front of him was the tall and precipitous, strange rocky Zizhu Mountain, as well as the Zizhu Temple on the mountain.

Zizhu Mountain is a huge mountain with six peaks, representing six images, the first of which is a fierce lion; The second peak represents the Roc bird with its wings spread; The third peak is where the monk is teaching the little monk to recite the scriptures; the fourth is a razor-sharp knife; The fifth is like a tripod; The sixth is the moon and the sun.

Standing at the top of a towering peak, its main hall is located at the bottom of the peak, and there are huts used by enlightened monks for spiritual practice, which are embedded in the rock wall of the mountain on the left, and from a distance, the temple and the practice house are scattered on the mountain, which looks magical and strange.

The walls of the temple have been covered with traces of erosion over time, and the walls are mottled and uneven, and the red mud has been peeled off, and some broken masonry can be seen inside.

This is the oldest temple of Bon and the location of the ancestral temple of Bon.

Here, a large number of Bon scriptures, ordinances and utensils have been preserved.

Letoman didn't know how she came here, she had never been here before, however, everything here was familiar to her, when she saw the mountain, she knew it was Zizhu Mountain, and when she saw the continuous temple, she knew it was Zizhu Temple.

She lifted her skirt and climbed the stairs, pulling out the clumps of weeds that were no longer up to her knees, and from time to time some insects and ants could be seen crawling through the grass, and the door of the main hall opened of its own accord before her hand could touch it.

Letoman stepped in without the slightest hesitation, and looked at the three men in the main hall, and she bowed down to the one above her.

The upper seat is a white-bearded old monk, who can't see the specific age, looks like a fairy, with distinct facial features, bright spirits, and a pair of eyes as bright as a cat in the night.

To his left is a plain-looking monk in his thirties, and on his right is a young monk in his teens, quite handsome.

"You're here." The ordinary voice is not a question, but a statement of fact.

It was just three simple words, but Letoman was almost moved to tears when he heard Xianle.

She said reverently, "I'm coming." ”

"Let's get started." Three more words, Letoman listened, but didn't ask anything, as if she knew what she was doing here.

The young monk nodded, picked up a dustpan full of barley from several cases, and scattered it around Letoman.

Where the barley spilled, it was like oil splashing into the water, making a crackling sound, and then the barley turned black, looking strange and scary.

As the barley surrounded Letoman, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the barley circle, enveloping Letoman's whole body.

The wind was extremely cold and overcast, and Letoman couldn't help but shiver with cold.

Just when she felt that she was going to freeze to death, the middle-aged monk's hands stopped.

Then Letoman felt a warm thing in her hand, and when she looked down, she saw that she was holding a mahogany hand stove in her hand.

Actually, the hand stove couldn't see the texture, but Letoman knew in her mind that it was peachwood, and she didn't need to use her eyes to feel the strange patterns on the stove, which she had seen in other Bon temples, and it was said that it was a rune with a strange effect.

It's those runes that make a stove that doesn't have charcoal warm.

It is said that the Fu Xiu in the Bon Sect, although he has no combat power, but he has a good understanding and can communicate with the Heavenly Dao, and he can draw very powerful Fu paper.

Those runes can not only bless combat power, but also do all kinds of things.

For example, you can draw a moon thrown into the sky, and the night within a radius of miles will become a bright moon.

For example, you can draw a beautiful woman stroking the piano, and when you throw it out, you can hear the pleasant sound of the piano.

For example, you can draw a slowing rune paper and shoot at your opponent, and his speed will immediately decrease, and the sword that was originally stabbed at you will be as slow as an old cow, and naturally, you can easily kill him if you kill him back.

……

Needless to say, the runes drawn on this hand stove are warm patterns, which can replace charcoal fires.

Although there was only the warmth of such a small hand stove, Le Toman was amazed and moved.

She looked at the middle-aged monk, forgetting that she was swept by the cold wind, and bowed her head to thank her.

The middle-aged monk smiled at the corner of his lips and asked her with concern, "Are you better?" If you can't resist it, the poor monk will bring you another robe? ”

The tone of his voice seems to be Letoman's old acquaintance for many years.

Letoman shook his head and replied, "Master Radaimu, I'm fine, with this you gave me, I'm not cold at all." ”

When Ladaimu heard this, he seemed to be relieved, and said softly: "When you cast the spell for a while, if you feel uncomfortable, you must say it, so we can stop." ”

Receiving such care, Letoman felt more and more awe-inspiring that he was willing to die generously.

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head firmly, "No need, I can hold it." ”

Radaimu gave her a pitiful look, and then began to ring a bell in front of him.

The bell buzzed, and the old monk opened and closed his mouth and whispered the scriptures.

Letoman's face changed, and the scriptures were like charms, one by one hitting her mind.

The spell seemed to have a steady stream of force, striking her head one by one.

The handstove had been thrown aside for some time, and Letoman was holding his head and rolling on the ground, sweating coldly, as if in great pain.

The spells raced through her mind, as if she were looking for an exit.

And she was like she was in a duel with countless people, constantly swinging her sword and swinging her sword......

"Zong Lane ......"

She shouted the name she loved and hated, and frantically wanted to kill him, to kill him, but there were countless people who stopped her, and she kept swinging her sword, but she couldn't cut it down.

Let me pass...... Let me pass......

Letoman's hands grew softer and softer, and her heart became more and more desperate.

But she finally found a gap, and she ran all the way to the east.

He said he would wait for her under the flowering tree.

She finally ran under the tree, but she couldn't see the person she was looking for.

She looked around blankly, but heard a gentle voice calling her name.

"Letoman."

He was calling her name.

Letoman watched with delight as the man she was looking for came out from behind the tree, and she hurried forward two paces, throwing herself into his arms like a tired bird returning to the forest.

And the next moment, the pain of piercing the intestines and breaking the stomach hit-

Why does it hurt?

Letoman took two steps back habitually, lowered his head in confusion, and realized that he had a sword hilt in his heart.

The hilt of the sword is in her heart, and what about the tip of the sword?

After thinking about it for a while, she understood, and her face suddenly turned pale.

She looked at the other side, at the person she thought about for a long time, and the person who was worried about her stomach was cold, cold, cold, and cold.

It was a look she had never seen in his eyes, and the past love and affection seemed to have never existed.

Never got.

That look hurt her more than a sword piercing her heart, so painful that she forgot the pain of her heart being pierced by a sword.

Letoman asked with difficulty, "Why?" Why do this to me? ”

Her blood oozed from the sword little by little, and drip down the sharp blade......

Splashed blood on the ground, like her tears of blood, weeping blood asked.

The person on the other side was silent, as cold as an iceberg.

"For ......"

Letoman tried to ask, but her strength wore off with the drops of blood, and she couldn't ask.

Her eyes flowed with tears, bloody tears.

Why? Why do this to me?

The person on the opposite side was not only indifferent, but also drew his sword.

Letoman subconsciously put his hand to his heart, as if trying to stop the bubbling blood.

She tried to stand still, but after a few shakes, she finally collapsed.

She had lost her life, but she saw the man standing, the tip of the sword raised again, and watched as he stabbed the sword down against him again......

"Because, you have to die."

I didn't......

Letoman wanted to speak, but she couldn't say anything, her eyes stared straight up, and she no longer breathed.

The cold on his body dissipated, and Letoman in the barley circle hid his face and wept as if he had woken up from a dream, "How can he do this to me, how can he?" ”

The eyes of the old monk above were like ancient wells, unfathomable, and he said lightly: "You are a sheep fan, this is your original sin." No matter what you do, he will guard you day and night, and will never believe in your sincerity. What you see is in a dream, but it is something that will happen sooner or later. ”

Letoman cried for a long time, the man who was waiting for him under the tree when he first met, tender and sweet, and later cold, house arrest...... Every bit of it passed through her mind, she bit her lip, almost biting her own lip, and then knelt down again, and said hatefully: "He destroyed my sheep and imprisoned my brother, since he treated me like this, then let me kill him first, and ask the archmage to teach me." ”

……

Looking at Letoman, who had passed out, Li Yuntong told Songtsen Gampo everything he saw in her soul sea when he searched for her soul.

She sighed softly, "...... The archmage has turned her into a poisonous person, as long as she recites the incantation, the poisonous gas in her body will leak out, making people poisoned unconsciously, but for some reason, in the end, she still didn't attack you, but chose Musa, and she didn't release too much, just made Musa unconscious, she wanted to threaten you with Musa's poisoning, and release her brother......"

In Li Yuntong's account, Songtsen Gampo seems to have returned to many years ago, when he first met Letoman.

At that time, her black hair was all braided into pigtails, and each braid had little silver bells hanging on them, and whenever she walked, those silver bells would make a nice sound, and her singing voice was as beautiful as those silver bells, and her laughter was even more beautiful than the silver bells.

At that time, he liked her, and even if he was not in the same alliance with the sheep, he wanted to marry her.

But later, she knew that he was Zampu of Tubo, and he was not happy to marry him happily, thinking that she was so happy because of his power, and slowly, he snubbed her.

Later, she became less and less popular with him. She became bitter and mean, became jealous and vicious, he had several concubines and heirs because of her direct or indirect action, if he hadn't had to maintain the relationship with the sheep, he would have abolished her a long time ago.

He didn't expect that even in order to save her brother, Letoman didn't make a move on his own.

Ling Chi cut it with a knife before, she could actually say the induction curse, and then the poisonous gas leaked out, causing him to be poisoned to death unconsciously, but she didn't.

She didn't even attack him when it hurt like that......

After being silent for a long time, Songtsen Gampo asked Li Yuntong, "Can the poison on her body be cured?" ”