Datang Fenghua Road

It was already late at night, but the phone only rang three times before being connected, only to hear Empress Zhangsun ask in a sleepy startled voice, and hurriedly said, "Is it Yue'er? What's wrong with you..."

Han Yue put the phone to his ear, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He choked up for a long time and did not speak. The voice of the eldest grandson in the receiver became more anxious, and he panicked: "Yue'er, Yue'er, are you crying? Tell your mother quickly. , what happened?"

There was a faint voice of Li Shimin next to him, who seemed sleepy and suddenly woke up, and also worried: "What's the matter with the stinky boy, you still need to make a phone call at this point? Have you arrived at Jiannan, did the war go wrong? You bastard, you are talking, is it because the troops are not strong enough to lose the battle?"

I suddenly felt that my tone was wrong, and quickly said: "Don't be afraid, good boy, I will call the ministers for a night meeting, I will save you in Gyeonggi, I will support you, you must find a place to hide and wait for reinforcements, I would rather The three guards of the West Palace have been wiped out, as long as you and I are alive, your mother and I..."

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, whether the emperor or the eldest grandson has only one thought at this moment, that is, if something happens to their eldest son, then even if they sacrifice everything, they must protect the child first.

Han Yue didn't open his mouth until now, whispering into the microphone: "Father, don't worry, and mother and queen, don't panic, the child is all well, not as worried as you are. This evening my army has just been Get off the boat and prepare to rest in place for three days before fighting again..."

The eldest grandson on the other end of the phone obviously let out a sigh of relief, while Li Shimin pondered and continued to ask, "Then my son's tone is so sad, what kind of bad things happened to you tonight?"

Han Yue did not answer the emperor, but said softly: "Father, don't ask, the son wants to hear the voice of the mother."

Suddenly there was the sound of someone falling down on the other end of the phone, and Li Shimin roared dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing, servant girl of Guanyin, I was almost hit on the head by you."

This situation was obviously because the eldest grandson overthrew the emperor on the bed in annoyance, maybe the emperor's head hit the head of the bed somewhere.

The next moment, Changsun's gentle voice came again, and he said softly, "Good boy, tell me, don't worry, my mother is listening."

Han Yue let out a small breath in the sky, suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Mother, my son is going to kill people, and my son is going to kill a lot of people. I want to slaughter the entire Tubo, and I want the plateau to be buried with the people... …”

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and the queen wisely became a listener.

Han Yue abruptly pressed the phone to death, and then shoved it back to his waist. This time, he didn't stop at his feet, and he pumped up his inner strength to run wildly into the distance.

In the queen's bedroom in the Chang'an Palace, Li Shimin sat half-cloaked on the bedside, while the eldest grandson sighed and retracted his phone, and suddenly said to her husband in a soft voice, "Yue'er is very sad, he has never been so sad. Your Majesty, after fighting Tubo, I don't want my child to go to war anymore, he's soft-hearted and pitiful, and the concubine doesn't want the child to be hurt any more..."

Li Shimin nodded slowly and said solemnly: "The Tang Dynasty can't rely on him alone, I have been a little lazy in recent years, and they all say that parents are the big trees that protect the children from the wind and rain, but these years it is the children who help us be the big trees... …”

He stretched out his hand to hold the palm of his eldest grandson, and whispered in a warm voice, "Go to bed early, there will be a banquet of envoys tomorrow, and the child will fight for the country on the front line, so we both have to cooperate to create opportunities. Tomorrow's acting must be more realistic. Lu Dongzan couldn't find out that Yue'er was in Jiannan."

The eldest grandson nodded and collapsed with her husband Heyi. The emperor and his wife were clearly not sleepy, and they were still feeling remorse in the depths of their hearts.

On Jiannan Road, Han Yue hung up the phone and galloped wildly, like a tiger sprinting through the mountains, galloping more than [-] miles in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, there was a high mountain blocking the road in front of him, and Han Yue roared and went straight to the mountain.

There are many mountains in Sichuan, and this mountain is the most famous. It is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round.Han Yue hurried up the mountain stream all the way, and reached the top of the mountain in only half an hour.

At this time, the night has passed, and Dongfang Wei is slightly fish-mammed.The red sun below the clouds has not yet jumped out, but the sky that has been stained is red and bright.

Boom, boom, boom—

Suddenly, a bell rang on the top of Mount Emei, and the melodious sound seemed to wash the soul, but Han Yue roared in rage and shouted: "Ring the bell, ring the bell, ring your death knell..."

He flew again under his feet, and galloped wildly along the bell. Not long after, a towering temple appeared in front of him, and more than a dozen novices who woke up in the morning were cleaning in front of the temple.

Although someone was cleaning in front of the temple, the temple door seemed to be closed. Han Yue flew over and roared, shouting: "The bald man inside, open the door for me..."

This stance was obviously looking for trouble. The dozen or so novices in front of the temple suddenly glared at each other. Unfortunately, they hadn't spoken yet. Han Yue had already grinned. He suddenly jumped forward and slapped a novice to death on the spot.

The rest of the novice screamed and ran around, only to realize that the person who went up the mountain was a cruel and ruthless person.

At this time, there were hurried footsteps behind the temple door, and then seven or eight old monks came out from the side door. These monks were all sane, and the leader was not under the master of the Buddhist monk Zhicao. host.

The old monk was shocked when he saw Han Yue, and he blurted out, "King Zhao of the West House? You are King Zhao of the West House, the first king of the Tang Dynasty..."

The other old monks were shocked when they heard the words, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Although it is difficult to get information about the land of Bashu, but Buddhism has a wide range of free methods, this Mount Emei is a famous temple in the world, and the host of the temple has naturally seen how Han Yue's portrait is.

Although the other old monks have not seen the portrait of Han Yue, they have heard of the name of Han Yue Killing Star.

The host glanced at the dead novice on the ground, and his deep pupils shrank obviously.

The next moment, he hurriedly greeted Han Yue, folded his hands in a salute, and said, "I don't know that when King Zhao of Xifu came, the old monk really lost his way to welcome him. What did the king want to do here, and why did he kill the cultivator in the temple first? Little novice?"

Han Yue smiled coldly and said: "Master Zhiyun, this king gives you two choices..."

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Chapter 647 Old monk, do you want to die?

Seeing Han Yue's murderous aura, the old monk felt a bad feeling in his heart. He carefully used his body to block the monks behind him, and then asked respectfully, "My lord is so murderous, what is his intention? My Emei Buddhist temple is secluded." Living in the land of Bashu, I should not have provoked the anger of the prince."

Han Yue was full of anger and stared at the old monk coldly.

After such a long time passed, Han Yue suddenly took a deep breath, and said coldly again: "You are an eminent monk of the Buddhist Zhi family, and this king does not want to commit murder for the sake of Master Zhi Cao. I will give you two choices now, or The whole temple will not be left alone, or do a small thing for the king! If you choose the wrong one and it is not to my liking, the king will immediately lead the army to sweep down Mount Emei..."

The old monk Zhiyun's face trembled, and he felt that the murderous aura of His Highness in front of him seemed to be real. This old monk was also one of the leaders of Buddhism. No one who could become the host of a giant Buddhist temple was an idiot. He could vaguely guess what Han Yue was thinking. What are you doing, so you look more and more panicked.

He cautiously took two steps back, and then he said with a bit of a scalp: "His Royal Highness still asks for forgiveness, all Buddhist temples have been closed. The entire temple's [-] monks sit and recite scriptures, and do not want to escape into this turbid world. Please. Your Highness, please don't persecute us, the old monk should chanting the scriptures to pray for you."

Han Yue let out a wild laugh, but his face became cold. He stared fiercely at the old monk Zhiyun and said, "Old monk, say it again."

Just now he called Master Zhiyun, but in a blink of an eye he changed it to an old monk. The change is self-evident, and many monks on the opposite side are obviously frightened.

The old monk Zhiyun opened his mouth a few times, but unfortunately he did not dare to say it again for a long time.

Han Yue took a few steps forward with his hands behind his back, and kept approaching everyone present. He glanced coldly at the temple on the top of the mountain, and finally stared at the two vermilion gates. You have scriptures in one hand and abacus in the other hand, and seeing you today really deserves your reputation. The king gave you two choices just now, and you said that the mountain has been closed before I finish talking, old monk, do you want to die?"

The old monk Zhiyun suddenly knelt down with his hands folded, lowered his head and whispered, "If Your Highness wants to kill someone, the old monk will kill him if he pulls his neck. I just ask you to show mercy and spare the seven thousand monks from the Buddhist temples, they shouldn't have come here. The calamity of murder..."

Han Yue laughed angrily, turned abruptly and pointed down the mountain, and roared and asked, "Then let me ask you, should the people of Bashu be killed?"

The old monk Zhiyun sighed and knelt there with a sad face.

Han Yue took two steps again, attached his body to almost face to face with the old monk, and said coldly: "There are [-] monks in the Buddhist temples, and there are [-] monks in captivity, so many people are supported by the people of Bashu. , how cold-hearted you are to be able to watch your parents being slaughtered?"

The old monk Zhiyun was speechless.

At this time, the monks in the Buddhist temples gradually knew that someone was trespassing the mountains. There were monks rushing to the side gates of the Buddhist temples. Thousands and hundreds of people gathered in a blink of an eye. He defended in an angry voice: "Since you plant a bad cause, there must be a bad result. The people in Jiannan were massacred by the Tibetans because of the fact that you don't usually cultivate good results. Your lord, why are you unreasonable, and you dare to go to the mountains and force us to do it for you... "

Before the word "to do" was finished, the monk suddenly let out a scream and opened his mouth to spurt blood. Everyone saw Han Yue rushing forward and then retreating like a ghost. The chest of the speaking monk had collapsed.

Han Yue slapped the man to death with a palm, his face was calm and unwavering.

The old monk Zhiyun, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled all over, and begged bitterly: "Your Highness, be merciful, never kill again."

Han Yue smiled coldly, stretched out two fingers slowly, repeated the previous topic again, and said lightly: "Two choices, which one do you choose?"

The old monk Zhiyun let out a long sigh and said with a sad face, "Now that millions of Tubo troops are gathered in Jiannan Road, even if all of our Buddhist temples go down the mountain, it will be a drop in the bucket. ?"

It turned out that he knew everything, so there was no need for Han Yue to say what to choose.

Han Yue slowly retracted his two fingers, and then stood in front of the old monk with his hands behind his back. He suddenly looked back at the foot of Mount Emei, and said with deep eyes: "This time this king is here, he has passed several villages along the way, and the bones of the people are not cold. Weeping and questioning the sky. There are countless Taoist bodies hanging in the village, obviously they were slaughtered by the Tibetans when they went down the mountain to save the suffering. Then I will ask you, the Taoist can go through fire and water when the country is in danger, why are you banned from Buddhism? Is the mountain closed?"