This note was given to him by Wan Hongzhuang, with some words written on it.

"In order to effectively complete this Buddhist ritual, wet intestines, two heads, various blood, and a whole human skin. I hope to send it immediately."

All of these words are Tubo characters. Wan Hongzhuang could only recognize the head and human skin. He didn't know what it was, so he hurriedly used it for He Si'an to take a look.

He Si'an cannot know everything, but knows most of it and can guess the rough ones.

It turned out that these lamas were so cruel that in order to fulfill the Buddhist affairs they had done, they actually slaughtered their lives as animals for sacrifice.

When all the security guards were angry when they heard He Si'an read this passage.

"Since they have to do something, why don't they sacrifice themselves to feed the tiger? Why do they have to take surgery on the Han people?" Wan Hongzhuang didn't know the content, but when he heard it, his lungs suddenly burst into anger.

"Bah." Yi Shuitai spitted, kicked the executioner, and spitted directly at him, "This group of lamas is a group of hypocritical hypocrites, while promoting rituals, while killing people."

After waiting for his subordinates to vent their anger, He Si'an looked at the boy and felt it was hard to understand: "Wang Dalang, what did the lama actually want to use your siblings as sacrificial items?"

"Because we are slaves, the power of life and death is in the hands of others." After saying that, Wang Dalang lowered his head sadly, not daring to look up at everyone.

He Si'an did not expect that the Han people had such a low status in Tubo.

He thought about it and then asked, "Are your parents also slaves? Your parents won't sell you to others as slaves, right?"

"June, it is precisely because our parents are slaves, we are slaves, and we have been slaves for generations." Wang Dalang lowered his head and sobbed.

If they were not slaves, how could they be sent by the nobles to the lama as sacrifices, and they could not resist.

He Si'an only had time to look at Wang Dalang carefully at this time. He was obviously underdeveloped and did not look like a twelve-year-old boy, but instead looked like a ten-year-old boy.

Now he was shaking all over, his lips were black, there were rotten clothes on the outside, and paper clothes on the inside.

Not only that, his stomach was still roaring, and he was obviously very hungry.

The little lady had eaten it, and he didn't give it to her.

"For you." He Si'an glared and took out the compressed fairy cake and handed it to Wang Dalang.

Wang Dalang didn't know what this was, so he couldn't help looking at Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang nodded and smiled on her face: "Dalang, this is a fairy cake. It tastes very delicious and it is not easy to get hungry."

When Wang Dalang heard Aunt Wang say this, he was still hesitant and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

He almost choked because he ate too fast.

He had to cough while feeling embarrassed to look at everyone, but he saw everyone carrying their backs, letting him look at the backs of others.

Aunt Wang couldn't help but blush when she heard her brother's cough. She also choked too quickly.

He Si'an was not in the mood to pay attention to these things, but Wan Hongzhuang glanced at him and said to him: "He's too cold to find him a set of clothes."

"What's the length? It's all lamas here, and there are no clothes for Han people." Wan Hongzhuang looked around and finally smiled bitterly.

He Si'an glared at him and said a little sternly: "As long as you can keep warm, you can do any clothes."

"What's the length? There are only lama's clothes here. I wonder if it's okay?" Wan Hongzhuang had no choice but to ask for instructions like this.

He Si'an continued to glar at him: "I didn't say that as long as it is clothes and can keep warm, it's OK."

Wan Hongzhuang nodded and asked his two subordinates to find two sets of lama's clothes.

"Master He Jun, thank you for saving the boy, but you don't want to live anymore." Wang Dalang suddenly knelt down to He Si'an, tears falling from the rain.

Hearing this, He Si'an and others were shocked, and almost everyone was stunned.

"I have been saved by us, but now I am fine, why don't I want to live again?" He Si'an said, and winked at Yi Shuitai.

Yi Shuitai nodded, stepped forward and kicked Wang Dalang lightly, scolding him: "You should kneel down and thank you, but you are young, why don't you want to live again?"

Not only did Wang Dalang wake up, he burst into tears: "You give the boy to the lama, you really don't want to live anymore."

"Don't want to live anymore? Judging from your appearance, you are obviously afraid of death, so why don't you want to live anymore?" Yi Shuitai stepped forward and kicked her again, with a feeling of regret that she was not as strong as steel.

Wang Dalang looked up at He Si'an, looked at the little lady buried in his chest, and respectfully kowtowed: "June, I hope you treat my sister well, and the boy will die without regrets."

Hearing this, Aunt Wang no longer buried her head in He Si'an's chest. She raised her head and burst into tears.

"Dalang, my sister has been skinned anyway. Dalang will live well and let her die." After saying that, she struggled to get off regardless of the skinning of her back.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the siblings incredibly, not understanding.

First, my younger brother was fighting to die, hoping that my sister would survive well; now my older sister hoped that my younger brother would survive well, and my older sister was in a hurry to die.

He Si'an could no longer hold back the thoughts in his heart. While hugging Aunt Wang tightly, he patted her back gently, and comforted her: "Auntie, remember, you are my woman now, you must live a good life."

Aunt Wang finally heard that He Si'an personally admitted that he was his woman, and she was surprised, painful, and mixed feelings.

Sometimes she looked up and looked at him quietly, sometimes she hid her head in He Si'an's chest.

"Official, you must save my younger brother." After thinking about it, she said this very shyly. After saying that, she buried her head in He Si'an's chest and never dared to look up at others again.

After comforting Aunt Wang, He Si'an looked at Wang Dalang with a smile: "Dalang, now there is a security team to protect you, don't be afraid. You must have something to do in your heart. If you have anything, you might as well say it directly."

"Mr. Jun. Can your security team beat the monks?" After hearing He Si'an's kind words of comfort, Wang Dalang hesitated for two or three times, wiped his tears, and finally asked.

He Si'an smiled slightly, and did not expect the other party to have such a naive idea. However, when he thought about it, the other party was a twelve-year-old boy and a slave, so naturally he didn't have much knowledge.

He was originally disdainful of this, but when he thought of the young man's desire to die, he obviously had to treat it patiently.

He smiled again: "Dalang, there is no need to ask this. Think about it, if we can't defeat the monk, how can we come in to save your siblings again?"

"But, but, the boy heard that the big lama had many soldiers and horses, and they had heard that tens of thousands of them had never been defeated." Wang Dalang was still worried and stuttered and asked another question.

Except for the little lady, everyone was paying attention to Wang Dalang, and his face was full of awe, his eyes were even panic.

He Si'an knew he was worried, after all, everyone is in the temple now.

His face was completely disdainful: "How powerful is the big lama? Is there any big lama? Is it powerful? Is it a big lama? Is it defeated by the security team?"

"Really or false?" Wang Dalang looked around with a half-believing expression on his face, "It seems that there are not many people here in the military master."

"No need to see, of course there are not many people here, because the lama is not worth dispatching so many people." He Si'an knew that he was extremely worried, so he naturally picked up the good ones, "We also have tens of thousands of soldiers, otherwise how could we gain a foothold in Tubo?"

In fact, his words were not wrong. In addition, the Tubo Daluo originally surrendered troops, and there were more than 11,000 people in the Jianguo Mansion here.

But now this great military and horse have just surrendered and are still in integration and cannot be used for the time being.

"Mr. Jun, I wonder if you can order the noble master?" Wang Dalang breathed a sigh of relief and asked another question.

When Wang Dalang said this, Aunt Wang also looked up and looked at He Si'an, hoping to get the answer.

This issue is too complicated. After all, Tubo is not like the Song Dynasty. With the order of the court, even aristocratic families must be obedient.

Now the Tubo court only has nominal control over the following, and there is no real control. The nobles can listen to you or not.

The nobles not only have their own family slaves, but also their own soldiers, which is where their confidence lies.

But Wang Dalang could not lose his confidence. He Si'an replied in a very affirmative tone: "Of course there is no problem. Just say something."

"Can Junye let the nobles let the villain let the family go?" After saying this, Wang Dalang looked at He Si'an tightly, with a look of extreme horror on his face, afraid that it was not the answer he hoped.

He Si'an's heart was filled with electricity. Now he has fallen in love with this beautiful and pure little lady.

Since he has fallen in love with the little lady, it is his duty to save her family. Otherwise, as a man and a soldier, what is the use?

No matter how much the price you pay, you have to save them.

What's more, I am a member of the security team. If I can't do it, I can also contact the security team.

Thinking of this, he asked, "This is no problem. We will definitely rescue your family."

"Thank you, Jun Ye." Wang Dalang knelt down and immediately kowtowed his head to thank him.

He Si'an glared at Wang Dalang and frowned: "What do you thank me? I should have done it. What do you call me?"

At this time, He Si'an did not call himself me, but called me, nor did he call the other party you, but you.

"Of course it's Jun Ye." Wang Dalang glanced at He Si'an in awe.

He Si'an not only wore colorful military uniforms, but also looked tall and strong.

He was not only a little scared, but also more inferior.

Yi Shuitai stepped forward and kicked him gently: "What's your name? You should call him brother-in-law."

"Brother-in-law, is this true?" Wang Dalang looked at Yi Shuitai, but he still couldn't believe his ears.

He Si'an nodded and smiled: "Of course it's true. Your family is my family, your parents are my parents, and of course I have to save your family."

"Thank you, Junjun, no, brother-in-law." Hearing this sentence, he choked up and almost couldn't say anything.

Especially when he heard He Si'an say that Wang Dalang's family was his family, he finally felt relieved.

When He Si'an saw him wearing a lama's red costume, his face looked a little bloody, but he looked even thinner and couldn't help feeling sad.

He nodded and comforted him and said, "Since you call me brother-in-law, of course, I will do my best to help you. Now I have to tell the truth to my brother-in-law. Why didn't you brother-in-law want to live just now?"

"June, no, brother-in-law, Dalang doesn't want to die. But if Dalang doesn't die, his family will die. So Dalang has to die." He wiped his red eyes at this time, and after saying that, he lowered his head with inferiority.

After all, he was a slave to a Tubo noble family, no freedom of life or safety of life.

"Damn it, are they just using your family to force you to sacrifice?" He Si'an was so angry that he kicked the executioner again.

But because he was holding the injured Aunt Wang, He Si'an's kick was in vain.
To be continued...