As the sound of ruts approached, the figure in the fog gradually appeared.

It turned out to be a strange beast shaped like a yak, with black fur and a body that was more than three feet tall, and as soon as it emerged from the dense fog, it opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and made a sound like a baby crying.

Give somebody the creeps.

However, the next moment, a golden whip shadow was thrown out of the thick fog, whipping a deep blood mark on the back of the yak beast, and at the same time, a voice came from the fog: "If you scream again, I will cook you and eat meat now!"

Hearing this, the yak beast trembled and hurriedly shut up.

Keep your head down and take a forward stride out of the fog.

And with its movements, a frame made of gold and jade was pulled out of the dense fog by the strange beast, and it was Zhang Ke who was sitting in the carriage.

At this time, he was holding a bundle of fairy ropes in his hands, and his eyes swept over the strange beast pulling the cart from time to time - feeling his intentional or unintentional gaze, the yak beast clamped his body silently.

It can be used as a mount, and it is naturally not an ordinary yak that carries Zhang Ke out of the netherworld.

It is the descendant of the alien beast rhino canal.

The rhino canal is also a strange beast with a long bloodline, with black fur, a huge body similar to a yak, and likes to eat people. Legend has it that when you meet it, you will encounter the Great Flood, and it is a very vicious beast, and its voice is as creepy as that of a baby.

A proper plague beast.

Therefore, since ancient times, once a wild rhino canal appears, it will be quickly captured and hunted.

Needless to say, those who were hunted and killed, and most of those who were alive circulated into the underworld... No matter how fierce the rhino canal is, it is nothing in the underworld, and it is much more vicious than its ferocious beasts.

And the rhino canal, after several generations of cultivation, has become the existence of the chariot in the underground.

Zhang Ke's rhino canal, the bloodline is relatively pure, and the taming time is relatively short, and it is brought out for the first time today, and it is still a little wild and untamable.

But children are disobedient, most of them are used to it.

Hit two of its favorite big mouths.

Now, I also know how to read well-behaved.

Sitting on the frame, the rhino canal led him to the front.

Zhang Ke's gaze skimmed over the day and night wandering gods and the fierce army, and said in a deep voice: "Today, there is a cannibalism in the Y Temple of the Tubo Evil God, and the blood worship is the first, and it assassinates the people of my Tang Dynasty, and attacks and violates the borders of the Tang Dynasty!"

It was a big mistake, and God still doesn't repent... Fanbang barbarian, not subject to the king!

Today, the god leads a large army to conquer, and all the barbarian and evil gods must destroy their temples, statues, and scriptures together, so as to destroy their faith, and all those who resist will be killed!"

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Wan Sheng!"

As Zhang Ke's voice echoed in the wilderness, the five rampant soldiers also roared excitedly, and the roar of the army of 100,000 Yin soldiers rushed straight into the sky.

The dark clouds that were tumbling endlessly in the sky were even more rolling towards Tibet.

Seeing this, the people and cultivators around who were awakened closed the doors and windows tightly, and buried themselves in the quilts—but the creatures on the Tibetan Plateau were not very happy.

Under the clouds, the mastiffs whimpered with their tails, the cattle and sheep were terrified, and the herdsmen and slaves only felt cold and piercing all over their bodies, as if they were in the cold winter wax moon, even if they were burning the fire to keep warm, they were shivering from the cold.

But after all, they are ordinary beings, and they all live in the open and low-lying places, and even if the evil qi falls from the sky, the influence on them is the weakest.

Under the intervention of the wandering gods day and night, it is really affected by the evil clouds.

Either the houses of the nobles or the temples built on high places, all of which have a large amount of incense and wishing power, in this dark night where you can't see your fingers, are as bright and dazzling as a lighthouse on the sea.

Under the clouds, all the gods passively bloomed with divine light, resisting the erosion of the evil qi... But in terms of consumption, in addition to the statues of the gods worshiped in those temples, the statues of the gods in the homes of the noble samurai have limited incense, and the yin and evil qi that permeates the sky comes from the underworld and is endless.

Just a moment's effort,

The latter ran out of incense, and the whole idol was torn apart and turned into a pile of scrap copper and iron.

Not only that, but those temples that had abundant hidden energy in reserve and could not be captured for a long time were also hit vertically by Zhang Ke, and the Divine Seal of Authority flew straight into the sky from his arms.

A lingering mountain shadow was cast from the seal, and it was fiercely suppressed against the temple in the mountain.

"Boom!"

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the Buddha light that shrouded the temple shattered.

Then the Buddha statue in the temple collapsed, the temple collapsed, and the monks who could not avoid it were crushed under the rubble, most of them whimpered, and some of them happened to escape in the corner of the wall, in the crack of the table.

For these people, Zhang Ke did not kill them all.

Although, they are also vested interests under this blood-eating god system, and they deserve to go to the underworld and endure the worst punishment... But, after all, they are still alive.

If the living make mistakes, they should be handed over to the law of the yang world.

If you don't finish it when you're alive, you can continue it after you die, anyway, as long as your soul isn't scattered, no one can escape the punishment of the underworld.

Zhang Ke's gaze lingered briefly on the ruined temple for a moment, and then he crossed Kunlun and looked farther away as the clouds surged.

......

Snowy Mountain, inside the Buda Palace.

Even though it was late at night, the temple was still as bright as day under the burning of dozens of arm-thick butter candles.

Under the golden light, under the Buddha statue with kind eyebrows, dozens of figures sit cross-legged.

At the foreground sat a richly dressed woman in her thirties, while beside the woman was a teenage young Tibetan boy.

Behind the two of them, sitting cross-legged were the lama and monk in a luxurious robe, the pampered and well-off nobleman, and the shaved head and the fierce samurai.... From under the Buddha statue, it is lined up all the way to the main gate.

"Grandmother, is there really no way?"

The young man who was sitting in front of everyone, only one step away from the Buddha statue, raised his head at this time, looked at the woman beside him expectantly, and begged, "Since my grandfather married you, I have surrendered to the Tang Dynasty in Tubo and have never repeatedly.

After all, before the incident, no one thought that it would be the Tang Dynasty who stole the treasure medicine... This incident was just a trivial accident, so why should the two countries resume the war."

When the words fell, the woman who had been closing her eyes and reciting Buddhist scriptures suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at the young man who was talking beside her with complicated eyes.

"Grandmother, you don't want to see my Tibetan people suffer from war and displacement, do you?"

"Alas!" Listening to the young man's half-persecutive, half-earnest words, the woman sighed softly: "Mangsong, you should also know the identity of your grandmother. I am not the biological daughter of Emperor Tang, but the daughter of the royal family, and it was only for the sake of harmony that I was raised from the county lord to the status of a princess, and I named Princess Wencheng and married far away to Tubo...

I don't have much right to speak, not to mention that after so many years, the current throne has also changed, and the blood and family relationship are even farther away, and I am afraid it is a little difficult to rely on the relationship of my grandmother..."

As she spoke, a hint of remembrance flashed in her slightly cloudy eyes.

From the time she married to the present in Tibet, whether it is the people of Tubo or the aristocracy here, she is highly respected.

Decades have been the same, and even the heart of a stone should be hot.

How could she not have some emotion for this land.

She really didn't want to see the herdsmen on this plateau displaced by the war, but her identity was very embarrassing, and instead of failing to please both sides, it was better to simply show an embarrassed attitude at the beginning and not participate in it.

What's more, no matter how kind Tubo is, it can be regarded as a second hometown at most.

If she had to choose between Tubo and Datang, then she would definitely choose the latter without hesitation, after all, her relatives were all in Datang, and her only husband worthy of nostalgia in Tubo had already been

died, and the young man who kept calling his grandmother in front of him had no blood connection with her.

Listening to her words, the young man named Mangsong gradually faded with a look of longing and longing in his eyes.

He pondered the meaning of the other party's words in his mind.

Mansson took over Zampu's position within a few years.

Although he has now won the approval of Tubo, he is only to integrate the inside, and if he wants to look outward, Tubo still needs several years of recuperation and recuperation, and he has this opportunity.

At that time, it was also a time to fight small countries such as Tuyuhun, and it was far from a direct conflict with the Tang Dynasty.

I didn't have this opportunity after a few years, and now it's even worse, and even if it doesn't sound good, as long as Datang can free up his hands, Tubo will only be crushed.

There was silence for a long time: "Even if the hope is slim, it is better for grandmother to write a letter, whether it is successful or not, Mangsong believes that the people of Tibet will remember grandmother's great kindness!"

As he spoke, he stood up from the ground and turned his head to look at the monks and nobles behind him: "Since the Tang people have set their sights on us, then Tubo can't sit still, and prepare to dispatch troops and horses to gather in the Kunlun Mountains to guard against the Tang ......army."

Before he finished his words, a warrior suddenly ran in outside the hall, his pale face was full of anxiety: "Zampu, something is wrong, the Tang army does not talk about martial arts, it has already hit the door, an hour ago, the Kunlun line was lost..."

Mangsong only felt a buzzing sound in his head.

The whole person was a little confused.

It's only been less than a day since the incident, and the Tang Army has already hit the door?

, the despicable Tang Dynasty, Ming Xiu plank road dark Chen Cang is.

However, misfortune does not come alone.

Just as he gritted his teeth and thought about countermeasures, another warrior hurriedly ran in outside the door: "Zampu, there is news from the front, the Tang Dynasty has gathered more than 100,000 Yin soldiers to attack my Tubo with the help of night.

At the head is the barbarian god who destroyed the Western Turks!

Now, all the temples and camps on the front line of Kunlun have been lost!"

Bad news followed.

It made Mangsong feel a strong palpitation, which made him breathe poorly, and his whole body was shaky.

The monks around him hurriedly stepped forward to help him... After some first aid, coupled with the young body, the person finally did not faint, but his face also became pale and terrifying: "Quick, dispatch troops and horses, let the masters please move the Buddha, we must not let the Tang army successfully land on the snowfield, where is Lu Dongzan?"

"Zamp!" As soon as Mangsong finished speaking, a thin man with gray temples walked out of the crowd, he bowed, and said, "You command!"

"I'm new to the throne, and I'm not familiar with military affairs, so this time I will give you full authority to resist the Tang Dynasty!"

Others are not surprised by Mangsong's explanation, after all, Lu Dongzan is also regarded as the minister of Tuogu left by the previous generation of Zampu... Even, compared with the young Mangsong, they are more willing to believe that the old and spicy Lu Dongzan can resist the military peak of the Tang Dynasty.

And the latter, although his brows were furrowed from beginning to end, he did not resist Mangsong's explanation.

It's just that when he walked outside the temple gate, he looked up at the night sky, and muttered: "This is wrong, I calculated before, Tubo is rising from Mangsong's generation, and although there are some small bumps, it does not affect the general trend, why is the Tang Dynasty suddenly coming over now... It doesn't make sense!"

Lu Dongzan really wanted to calculate why there was such a big turmoil in the national fortunes of Tibet in this short period of time.

But time waits for no one.

Therefore, he could only complain in confusion, and quickly led people out of the Buda Palace.

And shortly after he left, Manson also took people away.

Originally, he thought that with the help of his grandmother's blood relatives with the Tang Dynasty, he would see if he could find a room to turn around and avoid war.

But now that the fight has begun.

She's worthless.

Of course, Manson dared to leave so directly, because he was Zampu.

The other monks and nobles did not have the courage to do so, although they were also in a hurry to leave

, but with a respectful attitude.

......

After sending everyone away, Princess Wencheng looked at the compassionate Buddha statue above with straight eyes.

She really didn't expect Datang to be so fast.

It's so fast, it's so fast that without even a single letter of condemnation, it's going to war!

This is not at all in line with the Datang in her memory... Could it be that now Confucianism is the way of the ram?

After thinking for a long time, she sighed.

No matter how much she wants, it has nothing to do with her, whether it is Datang or Tubo, she will not change her original plan because of her now.

All she could do was stay in this palace and wait for news of victory, or defeat.

It's just that there is no chance in this life, go back to the Tang Dynasty, go to the grave of my father and ancestor to take a look, and put incense on the pillar... Only then did she retract her empty gaze and tap the wooden fish in front of her.

Her melancholy was unanswered.

Because at this time, Tubo and even the rest of the capital protectorate, after recovering from the shock, began their own coping strategies.

While the former mobilized a large army and monks to intercept the invading Yin soldiers, he also asked the Buddha and Arhats to go down to the earth to confront the barbaric earth gods.

And as for the latter... After a short period of chaos, the Metropolitan Protectorate also wanted to send troops to fight together, but the five rampant soldiers clashed with each other and could not fight together, so they could only establish a defensive line in the rear.

At the same time, seize the time to report to Chang'an, inform the situation at the same time, and request the deployment of the main general and soldiers and horses to support.