Zhang Han was puzzled by his intentions for Mishaja.

Because when Zhao Kun first told him, he just asked him to look at Mishaja.

He really doesn't know much about Mishaja's abilities.

And while he was thinking, the old Shang Shanyu was sweating coldly.

The current Huns can be said to have been rescued by the old Shang Shanyu from his father Maodun.

If something goes wrong here.

Then the Huns might really be gone.

Now, the old Shang Shanyu no longer considered the matter of dividing some of his tribes into Bendu.

He didn't expect Zhang Han to let him go.

I just hope that my head is big enough to withstand the anger of Daqin.

Over the years, he has fled with his tribe members.

Under the oppression of the Qin Dynasty, the Huns had almost never lived a day.

The old Shang Shanyu always felt that it was because of his compromise that the Huns were able to preserve it.

So, now that the truth is revealed, his only thought is.

I hope that after my death, the Huns can have another wise ruler and continue to walk with their tribe members.

Thinking of this, the old Shang Shanyu couldn't help feeling sad and felt inexplicably tragic.

At this time, Zhang Han suddenly spoke: "Although you and my tribes have old grudges, the Huns have been here when they traveled west and have helped the Qin Dynasty a lot over the years. There is no reason for the Qin Dynasty to make the people of the Western Regions qualified to enter the capital, but the Huns cannot."

As he said that, he emphasized, "This is definitely not your Majesty's original intention!"

“…”

The old Shang Shanyu was stunned, and he looked at Zhang Han in amazement.

There was no slight anger on Zhang Han's face, and there was even a hint of undetectable smile.

"However, it is impossible to enter the home capital without any restrictions. Since the person in charge of this matter is in a grudge, the Huns might as well lower some requirements, what?"

The old Shang Shanyu looked at Zhang Han blankly, feeling confused at this time and didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Zhang Han didn't care and said to himself: "I'll give the limit of 500 Huns a year. If so, I'll write a letter."

After waiting for a while, Zhang Han found that the old Shang Shanyu still did not reply.

"Um?"

"ah!?"

The old Shang Shanyu realized that the experience just now could be said to have been two round trips from heaven to hell.

I concealed things from Daqin and thought I was dead.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Han simply agreed to his request without any grudges.

At this moment, the old Shang Shanyu felt extremely ecstatic.

Although Zhang Han only promised him that the Qin Dynasty could give 500 Xiongnu households a year.

There seemed to be not many of these five hundred households, but if it were before, the old Shang Shanyu would definitely be reluctant.

But at this time, he was already satisfied.

"You can hide things that you cannot report, either big or small. To put it bluntly, this is a huge mistake. If Your Majesty takes it seriously, it will be enough to destroy your Huns. But if you let it go, it will be impossible. In the future, you should

How to act, can you tell?”

As soon as Zhang Han said this, the old Shang Shanyu knelt down very simply and worshiped Zhang Han: "The old man knows that he is wrong. In the future, the old man will follow the general's head!"

Zhang Han seemed extremely satisfied with the old Shang Shanyu's attitude, and he nodded.

"So, let's go."

Walking out of the handsome tent, the old Shang Shanyu looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

He resisted the idea of ​​looking back at Zhang Han and walked forward quickly.

Everyone in the Western Regions said that although Zhang Han was the general in charge of the army, he was gentle.

Before, the old Shang Shanyu didn't believe it, but now he has seen it personally.

I really didn't expect that Zhao Kun, such a domineering emperor, would choose such a soft-hearted person to guard the Western Regions.

The old Shang Shanyu picked up the corner of his mouth slightly.

He didn't know that in the handsome tent, Zhang Han looked at his back and smiled.

However, the smile on Zhang Han's face made people feel a bit meaningful no matter how you look at it.

Dacia, royal city.

In the early morning, Mishaya, who had been meditating for a night, stood up and pushed open the door.

The rising sun is rising, and the air is filled with a fragrant smell.

Mishaja's eyes closed slightly and stood quietly.

When he opened his eyes again, the courtyard was already full of believers wearing black monk robes.

Everyone put their hands together and bowed toward Mishaja.

Everyone's face showed a fanatical expression.

Mishaja smiled and walked slowly through the believers.

Walking out of the temple gate, you can see the chaotic scene everywhere on the street.

Mishaya saw an obese butcher surrounded and beaten by a group of disheveled beggars.

Other beggars rushed into the butcher's shop and snatched everything they could see.

On the other street, Mishaya saw a woman dressed in a charming manner dancing on the street.

With the graceful and enchanting movements, she was wearing less and less clothes.

The men dressed in nobles around her all showed a confused look, and some people couldn't help dancing with her.

Near the royal city, a group of slaves holding wooden sticks were fighting with the royal city guards, with blood scattered and corpses all over the ground.

In this end-of-life scene, Mishaya led nearly a hundred believers, without looking sideways, and slowly passed by.

When they walked past the butcher shop, the beggars stopped and bowed to them devoutly.

When they passed by, the beggar began to beat the butcher inhumanely again.

They passed by the dancer, and the dancer changed his dance posture, just like a holy letter girl, holding a letter seal.

When they passed by, she began to live a drunken life and dream of death with a group of nobles.

In front of the royal city, the guards and slaves saw the letter gang and stopped and cut the butcher knife towards the enemy.

The group of believers entered the city, and outside the city gate, there was another shocking shout of killing.

In this demonic world, Mishaja always has a smile on his face.

Because all these scenes were created by him.

He is a believer and should have guided people to be good and persuaded everyone to accumulate virtue.

However, since meeting that devilish man, Mishaja has changed his opinion.

There is a saying in the Qin Dynasty that it is said that it will not be destroyed or established.

Since I visited Daqin, Mishaja has gradually realized it.

Trust should have tens of millions of faces.

The letter from teacher Mashendha is completely different from that of Mishaja.

Why do you want to guide others to be kind?

Human nature is evil.

If you cannot release all the evil in their hearts, no matter how many scriptures you read, the faith you practice will eventually have loopholes and incomplete faith.

Faith doesn't care whether people are possessed by demons or good.

Even if you fall into the devil's way, as long as you believe in your heart, you will be the most devout believer.

This power of faith is the most powerful.

On the square of the palace, there is a red carpet that leads directly to the main hall.

Mishaja walked alone on the carpet.

Around the scene, beautiful music sounded right.

"A lady who has attained enlightenment will be born with good deeds. She will control her mind, body and mouth. She will be good at doing great armor and not fear swords and weapons. She will be good at crossing rivers and abyss. She will be able to keep trust in the room and be peaceful.

In this world, there is a blessing to pursue nature, but the rewards that you do will not be given to God..."
To be continued...