Datang Fenghua Road

I also have a butcher's knife in my hand, Han Yue, but I don't want to become a Buddha on the spot.

"Amitabha, the Marquis of Jingyang has good intentions. Today my Buddhist sect provoked you like this, and you even asked about the identity of the old monk. This is an act of sages, and the old monk admires..."

Han Yue slowly closed his eyes.

The other party's words are very obvious. One by one, an old monk is telling Han Yue that for the sake of Buddhism, I can only choose to be slaughtered by the neck.

This is a real monk of great virtue, and this is the person who truly understands the Buddha.

"Master, let's go, I won't kill you today!" Han Yue waved his hand suddenly.

The old monk's face was sinking like water, his eyes slowly swept away the monks behind him, he put his hands together in an eleven salute, and said, "Could the Marquis of Jingyang let these monks go? Three hundred monks are difficult to cultivate, this is my Buddhist monk, the old guard. The monks cannot abandon them."

Han Yue's eyes turned cold, and he said solemnly: "Since the master is begging, I will give you face no matter what. Kill half and keep half. If one person dares to resist, then none of the 300 people will be kept. Li Fenghua, Do it..."

Li Fenghua suddenly raised his sword and slashed at a monk.

He was the first to act, and thousands of soldiers around him stepped forward with weapons, and in a blink of an eye, the monks were surrounded by water.

What a good kill!

Heavy snow was flying all over the sky, blood spurted red, people's heads fell everywhere, and there were screams everywhere.It was a massacre, but none of Han Yue's soldiers were injured.

Buddhist monks do not practice morality at all, but they specialize in martial arts and temple protection. These people heard that Han Yue was going to kill half of them and keep half of them, but they suddenly shot at their companions, and instantly restrained the monks who came with them, using them his life in exchange for his own survival.

Because Jingyang Hou said that if one person resists, 300 people will be killed.This is not acceptable. You cannot kill yourself by killing others. In order to prevent your companions from rebelling, the monks with high martial arts restrained the monks with low martial arts and exchanged their lives for their own.

Although Han Yue's soldiers were slaughtering, the 150 monks died at the hands of their own people.

"Ahahaha!" Han Yue laughed wildly in the sky, pointed at the fallen monks and said to the Han slaves, "Look at the so-called Buddhas, for the sake of their own lives, if they dare to use their companions to block the sword, what qualifications do they have for shelter? You? What qualifications do they have for you to believe in?"

From beginning to end, the old monk Zhicao just folded his hands together, but the Qingyue nun spit fire, staring at Han Yue viciously.

As if it was just a moment, and tens of thousands of years later, when all 150 monks fell to the ground, Li Fenghua suddenly wiped the blood from his face and shouted loudly: "Master Hou, half of them have been killed."

"Is it cool to kill?"

"Returning to the Marquis, your subordinates are unhappy..."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"There is no blood, it's like killing a chicken. The most annoying thing is that these monks are restrained by their companions, and their subordinates feel very disgusting."

Han Yue laughed loudly, his voice was so loud and frantic that he almost burst into tears.He said loudly, "There's nothing I can do if I'm not happy, this is the Buddhist chanting in the hearts of the world..."

"Amitabha, how good is good!" Old monk Zhicao folded his hands together, turned around and left slowly.

The remaining 150 monks looked at each other in blank dismay, and some followed them cautiously, only to find that the surrounding soldiers did not stop them. All of the monks rushed to chase after the old monk Zhicao.

In the eyes of everyone, these monks may not follow the abbot, but a talisman, because the Marquis of Jingyang respects Master Zhicao very much and wants to let him go.

The monk walked farther and farther, and in a blink of an eye, he was about to disappear into the wind and snow. He heard a voice suddenly, low and slow, as if he was reciting scriptures, and at the same time, he seemed to be making a big vow: "If I attain the supreme Bodhi, Once you have attained enlightenment, the Buddha temple where you live is immeasurable and inconceivable, and the merit is solemn. The world will no longer suffer, and the Rakshasa will put down the slaughtering knife..."

Han Yue laughed and shouted from a distance: "Master has a good journey, Buddhism has turned against me, and when we meet again in the future, it will be the enemy of life and death."

"Amitabha, what a good thing is good, if you plant a bad cause today, you will get bad results tomorrow. The Marquis of Jingyang kills the monk and releases the monk. The old monk's heart is resentful, but Zhicao's heart is grateful. If I light up the ancient Buddha, I will definitely turn it for the marquis. Jinglun prays for blessings, if I walk in the world, Hou Ye need to be careful of the Buddha's anger, although this world is big, the martial arts of the old monk can rank in the top three..."

"Let's talk about his new year!" Han Yue shouted loudly, laughing: "Today, the Marquis killed a group of bald donkeys, and suddenly he felt relaxed and his thoughts were very clear. The old monk walks slowly, it is easy to walk. Send, ah ha ha ha."

A long Buddha's horn came from afar, and then disappeared in the wind and snow.

Li Fenghua's eyes flickered, and he leaned forward and whispered: "Master Hou, now you have turned against Buddhism, these bald men are the best at deceiving people, and the [-] monks in the world are not joking, it is better to let your subordinate lead a group of people. The team went out of the city and found a place to give all these bald donkeys..."

He put his hand on his neck and made a slap gesture, Han Yue glanced at him, slowly shook his head and refused, and said coldly: "The matter of Buddhism, the butcher's knife can be wiped out, this Marquis has his own plans, and you don't need to worry about it. "

Li Fenghua nodded quickly, and carefully retracted the sword into its sheath.

Han Yue stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes looked up at the sky, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Now you lead people to meet with Yuchi Baolin, and once again Dasuo the whole city, gather all the Han slaves together."

Li Fenghua was stunned for a moment, and he said, "What are you trying to do, Lord Hou?"

Han Yue snorted lightly, and said coldly: "Don't Buddhism want these Han slaves, and this Marquis is merciful and gives them..."

Li Fenghua was startled again, his eyes turned to the many Han slaves on the long street, and he vaguely understood Han Yue's plan.

Hou Ye's move is to make Buddhism unable to advance or retreat, and to support 15 Han slaves obediently...

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In January of the fourth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, the Marquis of Jingyang fought hard in Shenyang City, defeated the Turkic and Goguryeo coalition forces, and rescued 15 Han slaves. The news spread and the world praised him.

Confucian scholars have already prepared a book to write a biography, but they haven't started writing yet. Suddenly there is another news that the Marquis of Jingyang has done three things in a row. The slaves left the city and let these Han slaves go to the Buddhist family they believed in.

As a result, the Buddhist family fled far away, throwing 15 Han slaves into the wind and snow without any care or stay.

As soon as this news was spread, the whole world was in an uproar. No one scolds the Buddhists for abandoning Han slaves, but countless people scold the Marquis of Jingyang for being cold-blooded and ruthless. There are Confucian scholars who have traveled thousands of miles to Chang'an, ready to hit the Dengwen drum, intending to sue Han Yue for harsh treatment. The same clan is not worthy of being the Marquis of the Tang Dynasty.

The Confucian scholars were only indignant at Han Yue's expulsion of the Han slaves, but the aristocratic families had other motives. The three evils in the Central Plains of the Tang Dynasty.

In the face of all the scolding and all the accusations, it is said that the Marquis of Jingyang, Han Yue, doesn't care, just sneered while standing at the head of Shenyang City, and said lightly: "Go away from your mother's criticism..."

Chapter 296 I Must Kill Him

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A carved table was overturned, the four treasures of the study were scattered on the ground, and a puff of ink splashed around, spraying the two eunuchs all over their faces.

"Is this brat crazy? How dare he do that..." The Taiji Hall of the Tang Dynasty Palace, the emperor's furious roar almost collapsed the palace, roaring: "I want to take his soldiers, I want to cut his nobles, The stinky boy dares to do this, and he is angry with me."

Li Shimin's face was ashen, holding a long sword and looking around, the palace was full of chaos.

The emperor was furious, and all the eunuchs were terrified, knelt on the ground and trembled, fearing that they would be dragged by the emperor's anger, and finally die in vain and become innocent souls under the sword.

A clever man knelt on the ground and backed away quietly, slipping out of the door while Li Shimin was not paying attention, preparing to report to the queen.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, the whole person suddenly stopped, and he was surprised to find that the queen was at the door, and there was another woman next to him who was Concubine Yang, and the other concubine had worried faces, and was peeping carefully inside.

This eunuch was also smart, he knelt down with a thud, and begged bitterly: "Help the empress, help the concubine Yang..." Li Shimin, the emperor of the ages, is only a description in the history books after all, and the words of the historians only focus on recording the emperor's talents. It is seldom mentioned that the emperor is easy to kill when he is furious.In fact, Li Shimin's temperament is quite abusive. When his eldest grandson suffered from heat stroke, he killed the eunuch in a rage.

The eldest grandson sighed faintly, waved his hand and picked up Concubine Yang, and the two entered the palace together.

"Your Majesty, for a wise king, control your anger!" The queen stepped over the eunuch and maid who was kneeling on the ground, stepped forward to salute Li Shimin respectfully, and said softly: "Anger will ruin the body, why bother, Your Majesty."

"Humph!" Li Shimin snorted heavily, slashed the table with his sword, and threw the long sword on the ground, shouting to the eunuchs in the palace, "Get out of here, if you take a step late, you won't be spared... …”

The palace maids and eunuchs hurriedly kowtowed to the emperor as if they were amnesty, and then solemnly thanked the queen, and finally got up carefully from the ground and ran away in a panic.

In an instant, only Li Shimin and Empress Concubine Yang were left in the huge palace.