my weird life

Chapter 831 Pray for the sky to be bluer and bluer (22)

April.

The land on the plateau began to wake up, and green grass sprouts grew on the barren and cold land.

The team escorting the deposed minister 'Jabu Guangshanzang' walked down the road down the hillside. The monks in red wearing conical hats dragged the chains. The shoulder skeleton of 'Jiabu Guangshanzang'.

The hole made of the thigh bone of an adult man, the waist drum made of the skin of a girl, and all kinds of bone charms are hung on the prison car, dotted among the thick iron chains, and as the chains swing, the prison car moves forward slowly, rattling continuously. sound.

Tubo soldiers guarded the prison car.

Several strong horses pull the prison cart.

The wheels left deep ruts on the road that had just rained.

Many monks surrounded the prison cart. They rode on horses, shaking the bells and tambourines in their hands, and the tinkling sound became more and more intensive.

In the prison van.

Jiabu Guangshanzang, with a thin face and a lock of beard and hair hanging from his chest, sat upside down against the iron fence. On his face covered by thick hair, a pair of still clear eyes were exposed, looking at the village in the distance.

I saw the Mani pile in front of the village.

A pile of corpses lay scattered around the mani pile.

A girl who was stripped of her clothes and covered in blood, a man without a head, an old man who lost the entire skin of his back...

The monks in red rode out of the village in a single file, and after they left, the village was on fire.

Gabu Guangshanzang, who saw this scene, had tears streaming from his eyes.

The huge sense of guilt was like a hammer, hitting his heart hard one after another.

He hung his head.

The monk in the bright yellow robes who drove the horse slowly next to him saw Jiabu Guangshanzang with his head down and weeping. His round, black and yellow face showed an indifferent smile, and he said: "My lord, there is a river ahead. On the low slope, it will be the place where you will die in the end.

But you saw that your death was approaching, so you couldn't help but shed tears? "

Jiabu Guangshanzang shook his head.

He whispered to himself: "Tuban is hopeless.

Master Zun is right, the road to improve Tubo will not work.

Master is right.

It's a pity that I only now understand that so many innocent lives were wasted..."

The monk next to the prison car who questioned Jiabu Guangshanzang looked gloomy and did not speak.

Jiabu Guangshanzang looked at the mountains of dead bodies in front of the mani pile in the distance, and at the raging fire. He turned his head and looked at the numb-eyed Tibetan soldiers guarding the prison cart, and the monks in fresh clothes and angry horses. ——He suddenly wailed——wept heart-piercingly!
"It's a pity for me, it's a pity that I only understand now——

Pity them, pity you, you still have to live with no hope, I don’t know how long the past will be before you can see the future——

I'm wrong!
Master!

I was wrong!

Even a hard but stable life is hard to give to the people.

Deprived them of all hope for the future - this kind of Tibet is coming to an end, it is coming to an end..."

"shut up!"

The yellow-clothed monk who was accompanying the prison car heard Jiabu Guangshanzang crying so sadly, but his heart was not touched at all, he only felt that the other party's wailing was very noisy, so he sternly reprimanded him!

Not long after the sound fell, Jiabu Guangshanzang really quieted down.

He stared blankly ahead.

As the convoy drove up the low slope with a running river on the side, the whole convoy stopped on the hillside, surrounded by brightly colored monks, the Tubo soldiers opened the chains of the prison cart, and the chains pierced through the bones of the lute. Jiabu Guangshanzang dragged out of the prison car.

The chain dragged across the meadow with green buds, crushing a few Gesang flowers that had just bloomed.

Jiabu Guangshanzang stood on the hillside, looking around.

His eyes were unprecedentedly serene.

"Take care of this place!" The yellow-clothed monk spoke to the monks and Tubo soldiers scattered around the hillside, "Jabu Guangshanzang is also a disciple of Yuanmo, and his life-guarding ghost, Yan, cannot be underestimated!

Beware of his death throes! "

The monks and soldiers around looked more serious and nervous.

Their eyes were fixed on Jiabu Guangshanzang.

Jiabu Guangshanzang looked peaceful and did not respond to the words of the monk in yellow.

The monk in yellow stopped ten steps away from Jiabu Guangshanzang. He watched as the soldiers dragged chains connecting Jiabu Guangshanzang's body and nailed the chains into the boulders on all sides of the hillside.

The sound of the sledgehammer hitting the chisel rang for a while, and then gradually died down.

The chain trembled with the impact of the sledgehammer, causing the other end of the chain—the iron thorns running through Jiabu Guangshanzang's body to tremble continuously, tearing apart the scabbed wound of Jiabu Guangshanzang, and black blood gushed from the wound. Spilled out for a while.

"You guys, come!"

The monk in yellow recruited several Tubo soldiers to stand in front of him.

The Tubo soldiers raised their spears and aimed at Jiabu Guangshanzang who was standing silently in front.

They looked nervous and timid, but they had to obey the orders of the monk in yellow.

"Master, when you are dying, do you have any last words to leave?" The monk in yellow hid behind the human wall formed by the Tubo soldiers, staring gloomyly at Jiabu Guangshanzang ten steps away in front of the human wall, asked in a low voice.

Jiabu Guangshan held out his hand to the yellow-clothed monk: "Please give me a spear."

The monk in yellow frowned upon hearing this.

After hesitating for a moment, he ordered someone to fetch half a vertical wooden pole and handed it to Jiabu Guangshanzang.

The opponent caught the half of the spear and erected it by his side.

"Other than that, do you have any other last words?" The monk in yellow looked at Jiabu Guangshanzang's movements, heaved a sigh of relief, and asked again.

Jiabu Guangshan lowered his eyebrows and looked at a pale pink Gesang flower growing in the cracks in the soil.

A voice came out of his mouth: "May the sky be bluer and bluer;
May the earth be as red as the cockscomb;

Pray for subjects to plot rebellion;

Pray that the lineage will be extinct—”

The monk in yellow stood behind the human wall formed by the soldiers, and secretly made a gesture.

A group of soldiers standing behind Jiabu Guangshanzang suddenly received an order, and immediately raised their spears, and suddenly stabbed at Jiabu Guangshanzang who bowed his head and murmured!
Swish!
The spear pierced through the air and approached Jiabu Guangshanzang's back in an instant.

He suddenly turned around——the chains on his body swayed endlessly as he turned around abruptly, and bright red blood gushed out from the bruised wound!

Seeing the spear points that are close at hand- behind Jiabu Guangshan hiding, the ghost is looming.

He raised his head slightly, and looked at the faces of those Tubo soldiers under their leather jackets, showing fearful and terrified affection.

There was an unbearable look in his eyes, and he finally lowered his head and sighed softly: "Hey..."

laugh!laugh!laugh!
Spears pierced through his chest!

More than ten transparent holes were poked out on his chest!

Blood spilled all over the ground along the vertical spear shaft!
"Do it!" the monk in yellow yelled!
Numerous monks shook bells and tambourines, chanting various secret mantras——

When the sound of bells, tambourines, and mantras of secret mantras was heard, Jiabu Guangshanzang's originally tall body fell on his back, and the phantom of the ghost behind him finally dissipated in the cloud space.

Those clear eyes reflected the blue sky.

By the side of the broken corpse, half of the spear shaft was pointing straight to the sky.

May the sky be bluer and bluer;

May the earth be as red as the cockscomb;

Pray for subjects to plot rebellion;

Pray for the end of the lineage...

……

The river rushes down the hillside.

Whitecaps rolled.

A piece of human skin full of holes was covered on a straw man, and along with the team of prison carts, he returned to the royal court.

A blood corpse without a skin membrane was pushed by the river and went upstream.

A small, dilapidated temple stands by the river.

A monk in red was standing by the river.

He salvaged the blood corpses in the river.

Wrap the unprotected corpse with your own robe.

Monk Zun Jiayou in red was able to look at the bloody corpse, blood and tears flowed from his eyes, he called softly to the corpse in the monk's robe: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

……

May the sky be bluer and bluer;

May the earth be as red as the cockscomb;

Pray for subjects to plot rebellion;

Pray for the end of the lineage.

……

Surrounded by monks in fresh clothes and angry horses, Master Jinglian's golden and bronze chariot left Dabai Mountain King Temple, turned around the bustling holy city of Luoxie, and walked on the rugged mountain road between the two mountains.

It was dark.

On the mountains surrounded by the mountain road, a crimson flame lit up.

Ragged men emerged from the surrounding mountains, and the firelight reflected their figures even more blood-red, and they waved scarlet banners.

The word 'Yuanmo' on the flag clearly reveals their identities.

"Prime Demon Disciple!"

"The extremely evil Buddha enemy is here, everyone be careful!"

"Watch out for their ghosts—"

The monks surrounded by Master Jinglian's golden and bronze chariot reined in and stopped, and the monks screamed in panic in the convoy.

This howling sound was also drowned out by the raging sound!
"kill!"

"Kill them all!"

"The heads of nobles and monks are cut off, and blood will spurt from their necks!

They are human and so are we!

If we want to survive, we can only rely on ourselves! "

The fiery red light spread from the top of the mountain to the slope, covering the mountain road!

Scarlet blood lanterns lit up in the darkness, and amidst panting sounds, a group of ghosts, either pitch-black, gray-white, or black-yellow, ran out, followed by countless primordial demon disciples, and pounced on those panic-stricken At a loss, monks who are at a loss!
It was as if a giant plow fell from the sky, plowing through the monks' convoy.

At this moment alone, half the monks were thrown to the ground by the plow, their bodies shattered.

The golden and bronze chariot surrounded by the scarlet wave remained motionless at this moment.

Seeing that many monks are about to be swept and overwhelmed by this scarlet wave——

Finally, an indifferent syllable slowly came out from the carriage: "Om——"

Boundless white light washed the scarlet all around.

In the white light, the green ghost eyes grew to their heart's content, growing on the gnats accompanying Yuanmo's disciples. Amidst the wailing of the gnats, the scarlet wave silently disappeared.

Master Jinglian walked out of the brilliant car with a blank face.

Standing in the forest of corpses, a look of fury flooded his face in an instant.

A high-pitched roar swept across the mountains.

"Yuan Mo! Yuan Mo!"

……

May the sky be bluer and bluer;

May the earth be as red as the cockscomb;

Pray for subjects to plot rebellion;

Pray for the end of the lineage.

(End of this chapter)