My Weird Life Chapter 831

  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.

  Tuban soldiers guarded the prison car.

   Several healthy 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 jingling sound became more and more intensive.

  In the prison car.

  Jiabu Guangshanzang, with a thin face and a lock of beard and hair hanging from his chest, sat 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.

  One after another, corpses fell in disorder around the mani pile.

  The girl who was stripped of all her clothes and covered in blood, the headless man, the old man who lost the entire skin of his back...

  The monks in red rode out of the village on horseback. After they left, the village was on fire.

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

  The huge sense of guilt was like a hammer, hitting his heart hard every time.

  He lowered 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.

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

  Jabu Guangshanzang shook his head.

   whispered to himself: "Tubo is hopeless.

  Master Zun is right, the road of reforming Tibet will not work.

   It is right to respect the teacher.

  It's a pity that I only now understand that so many innocent creatures have lost their lives in vain...”

  The monk who asked Jiabu Guangshanzang next to the prison car 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—and wailed heart-piercingly!

   "It's a pity for me, it's a pity I only understand now—

   Pity them, pity you, you still have to live a hopeless life, I don't know how long the past will be before you can see the future—

I was wrong!

   Master!

  I was wrong!

   Even a difficult but stable life is difficult to give to the subjects.

   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, and he was completely unmoved in his heart. 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 **** 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.

  Jabu Guang Shanzang 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 can't be underestimated!

  Beware of his death throes! "

  The monks and soldiers in the surrounding area looked more serious and nervous.

   Their eyes were fixed on Jiabu Guangshanzang.

  Jabu 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 the soldiers dragging chains connecting Jiabu Guangshanzang's body and nailing the chains into the boulders on all sides of the hillside.

  The sound of the giant hammer hitting the iron 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 one after another. The position overflowed.

   "You guys, come on!"

  The monk in yellow recruited a few 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.

  The yellow-clothed monk of Jiabu Guangshan Tibetan Dynasty stretched out his hand: "Please give me a spear."

  The monk in yellow frowned upon hearing this.

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

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

   "Apart from this, 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.

  Jabu 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;

  Pray that the earth is as red as the cockscomb;

  Pray for subjects to rebel;

  Pray for the end of the lineage—"

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

   A group of soldiers standing behind Jiabu Guangshanzang suddenly received an order, and immediately raised a spear, and suddenly stabbed at Jiabu Guangshanzang who bowed his head and murmured!

   Shua!

  The spear pierced the air and approached Jiabu Guangshanzang's back in an instant.

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

  Looking at the spear points that are close at hand— behind Jiabu Guangshan hiding, the shadow of the ghost is looming.

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

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

  Chick! 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 shouted!

  Many monks shook bells and tambourines, chanting various secret mantras—

   When the sound of bells, tambourines, and mantras of secret mantras rang out, 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.

  Beside the broken corpse, half of the spear shaft is vertically facing the sky.

  Pray for the sky to be bluer and bluer;

  Pray that the earth is as red as the cockscomb;

  Pray for subjects to rebel;

  Pray for the end of the lineage...

  The river under the hillside rushes forward.

  The white waves rolled.

  A piece of human skin full of holes is covered on a straw man, and with the team of prison cars, it will return to the royal court.

  A blood corpse without a skin membrane, pushed by the river, upstream.

  A small dilapidated temple stands by the river.

  A monk in red is standing by the river.

  He salvaged the blood corpse in the river.

   Wrap the unprotected corpse with your own robe.

  Red monk Zun Jiayou looked at the **** corpse, blood and tears flowed from his eyes, he called softly to the corpse in the monk's robe: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

  Pray for the sky to be bluer and bluer;

  Pray that the earth is as red as the cockscomb;

  Pray for subjects to rebel;

  Pray for the end of the lineage.

  Master Jinglian's golden and bronze chariot was surrounded by monks in fresh clothes and angry horses. He 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 already dark.

  On the mountains surrounding 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 'Yuan Mo' on the flag clearly reveals their identities.

   "Prime Demon Disciple!"

   "The extremely evil enemy of Buddha 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.

   Such howling sounds were 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 people, and so are we!

  We want to survive, 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 plowed to the ground, and their bodies were shattered.

  The golden and bronze car surrounded by the scarlet wave is still standing still.

  Seeing that many monks are about to be swept and drowned 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 grow to their heart's content, growing on the gnats accompanying Yuanmo's disciples. Amidst the wailing of the gnats, the scarlet wave disappeared silently.

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

  He stood in the forest of corpses, and the color of fury flooded his face instantly.

  A high-pitched roar swept across the mountains.

   "Yuanmo! Yuanmo!"

  Pray for the sky to be bluer and bluer;

  Pray that the earth is as red as the cockscomb;

  Pray for subjects to rebel;

  Pray for the end of the lineage.

  (end of this chapter)

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