The screams were long or short, echoing in the dungeon, tearing people's eardrums.
Taiweigong Taizhu Hongzhiye, who was once the most famous, was huddled in a corner of the prison, his teeth chattering, his legs wet and cold, and he was so frightened that he urinated and urinated.
From the second watch of last night to noon today, Wang Jin, the envoy of Taiwei Palace, has been in the dungeon for more than six hours. The captured Zoroastrian protector Zhang Songyue, the leader of the Luoyang main altar He Kuini, and the missionary Murong Zhang
He and others were tortured several times by him, but they did not even bother to beg for mercy or reveal the whereabouts of the saint aunt and the saint.
The dungeon smelled rotten, and even the armored guards guarding Wang Jin's left and right had been replaced three times. Wang Jin saw that after a lot of trouble, he didn't find what he wanted, so he had to stand up with strength, but felt a sudden
I was dizzy and almost fell to the ground.
The armored guards on both sides had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly supported him, urging him to go back and rest. Wang Jin nodded slowly, and his voice seemed to have no waves: "Take me to see Hong Zhiye."
The firelight outside the wooden fence danced, and the light penetrated into the prison, illuminating the trembling figure in the corner. The armored guard shouted loudly: "Hong Zhiye! The palace envoy is here, why don't you come and greet him quickly?"
Wang Jin waved his hand, looked at the trembling back, and said coldly: "Hong Zhiye, you and I have been together for ten years, and we shouldn't have seen each other like this. Although I, Wang Jin, practice Buddhism and abstain from sex, I am not an unkind person. Who knows
You have repeatedly failed and missed the opportunity to subjugate Zoroastrianism. If you are not punished, how can I, Taiwei Palace, establish my authority and subdue the public?"
Only then did Hong Zhiye turn around, using his hands and both hands, he rolled and crawled at Wang Jin's feet, crying and saying: "I know your mistake... I beg you, please give me a break... this place is dirty and smelly."
, the ghosts cry and the wolves howl... I can’t stand it anymore!”
Wang Jin kicked away his outstretched arm in disgust: "Hong Zhiye, this dungeon is your masterpiece. Isn't it just right to be able to live here and spend the rest of my life one day? Furthermore, what are the things you have done?
Isn’t there something fishy about this? Do you think I don’t know? To this day, I’m still acting coy and I really don’t know how to repent!”
Hong Zhiye was startled, then cried again: "Xiaoguan, I have shown my loyalty to the imperial envoy, why do you want to treat me like this?"
Wang Jin sneered and said: "Do you still need me to point it out? Who are you working for? If you figure it out later and give me a clear explanation, I will do what you wish and give you a happy life!"
Hong Zhiye's cry suddenly stopped, and his face buried in the darkness slowly lifted up, with a hint of maniacal smile: "Wang Jin, you just want to kill the rabbit, why do you need to pretend to be kind and kind?
I have no choice? I have written down all the dirty deeds you have done to flatter Yuan Zai over the years! One day, if Yuan Zai is executed, you will not end well. Hahaha..."
"He is stubborn! Let him stay in this prison and hang out with rats and insects." Wang Jin snorted coldly, lost his patience in an instant, and walked away immediately.
Ginkgo Villa, large carved couch.
Wang Jin was lying on a golden pillow on his side, snoring loudly and softly, as if he was angry. The sandalwood scent was lingering in the room, and the afternoon spring light shone in, and there was leisurely silence everywhere. Two plump maids stood on either side, breathing.
They were all extremely restrained, for fear of disturbing the people on the couch.
There was a sudden noise outside the courtyard, and footsteps were scattered. It seemed that many people were asking to see Wang Jin, but they were stopped outside the courtyard gate by the guards.
Wang Jin was already in a false sleep, and everything was so chaotic that he felt depressed. However, the more he became like this, the less able he was to sleep peacefully, and the fatigue and powerlessness he felt all night made him even more depressed and intolerable.
At this time, he heard the noise outside the courtyard, and he immediately turned over and sat up, saying angrily: "Who is making the noise?"
The two maids knelt down with a "pop" sound and replied tremblingly: "My maid... I don't know!"
Wang Jin got angry and kicked one over. Then he got off his shoes and rushed out of the palace: "Who is causing trouble outside!"
At this time, a Su Wei came in bravely, bowed and reported back: "Your Majesty, the Palace Envoy, is a group of monks and Taoist priests. They say they are here to ask for rewards. They also carry a lot of smelly baggage in their hands, saying they are demons."
Head."
Wang Jin looked gloomy and pondered for a moment before saying: "Ask a few leaders to come in, and the rest will stay outside."
After a while, I saw the sleepless monks from Zhaojue Temple, the camp Mo Dao team, Zheng Chen Gu, and a pair of fierce monks walking in together. Some of them folded their hands, or cupped their hands, or clasped their fists, or bowed their heads, and bowed to Wang Jin in a chaotic manner.
: "Greetings to the Imperial Envoy!"
Wang Jin raised his chin slightly and asked, knowingly: "Why do you want to see me?"
The four of them stagnated, and the fierce monk gathered his courage, clasped his hands and bowed his head again and said: "Ah, Amitabha! Lord Palace Envoy! Yesterday, in the battle, the poor monk and others killed more than a hundred Zoroastrian demons... Unfortunately, the return journey was troubled and they were ambushed.
, I only brought back a dozen or so heads, and I specifically ask for a reward from the palace envoy!"
The other three people rolled their eyes and nodded repeatedly without saying a word. It was obvious that they had the same intention.
Wang Jin suddenly opened his mouth and laughed, frightening the four of them. After laughing, he stared at the four of them with a pair of sinister eyes like tigers and wolves: "You have abandoned your armor and been completely defeated. How dare you come to Taiwei Palace to ask for help?"
reward?"
But the evil Taoist priest stammered and hurriedly defended: "Master Palace... The Zoroastrian monsters are vicious... The poor Taoist and others have indeed tried their best, and they have killed many brothers... You don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha.
Please give me some pension money..."
Wang Jin looked stern and shouted: "Beat this bastard monk and shameless Taoist priest out of here!"
After receiving the order, Su Wei immediately waved his scabbard and drove the pair of fierce monks and evil ways out of the courtyard. The fierce monks and evil ways who came from outside the courtyard saw that the situation was not good and did not dare to make any more noise.
The two of them escaped in a swarm.
Wang Jin looked at the slumped-looking Monk Bu Mian and Chen Gu, and then his anger subdued a bit: "Qiu Bu Mian! This trip failed. Is it true that the Zoroastrian monster is too cruel?"
The sleepless monk raised his eyes slightly and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Palace Envoy is aware of this! The demon is ruthless and full of deceptions, which is just one of the reasons for his defeat. The poor monk thought that the heroes in Luoyang had their own agendas, and several groups were unwilling to use their full strength.
They supported each other, so that although the poor monk and others suffered heavy casualties, it was of no avail. In addition, Weibo Town's Canglong Qisu took action twice to help the tyrants, which also caused the heroes to suffer great losses."
After Wang Jin listened, he remained silent, knowing that what the sleepless monk said was true. Then he looked at Chen Gu and said, "Your Modao team has always been fierce, why are there so many casualties?"
Chen Gu knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and replied: "The holy aunt used magic to confuse our minds, so that we killed each other... Even more than ten brothers died in the hands of the last general.
"
Wang Jin slowly closed his eyes, his face twitched, and he clenched the rosary in his hand: "I still underestimated the Taoism of that Zoroastrian saint! That Huo Immortal... died in her hands, right?"
The sleepless monk and Chen Gu ignored each other and said in unison: "No."
Wang Jin opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Who is it?"
Chen Gu cupped his fists and bowed his head: "Mangshan warrior, Yang Chaoxi!"
"Pa! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..." The rope was disconnected and the rosary beads were scattered on the ground. Wang Jin roared: "Come here! Dig three feet into the ground to find this kid!!"
The morning breeze is slightly cool, and the dawn dew is shining brightly. In front of the Fox Temple in the northern suburbs, there are already wisps of smoke floating up.
However, the beggars who had slept in the open all night lit a fire, each took out their pottery bowls and bowls, brought water from nearby ditches, put it on the rocks and boiled it. Several palm bowls raised their noses and sniffed at the beggars.
After groping around for a while, he broke open the hu biscuits and threw them into pottery bowls. In this way, it was a hearty breakfast.
The breakfast that day was especially rich. Niu Zhangbo took out most of a roasted pheasant from the arms of a tall beggar. The beggars' faces were shiny and they all cheered.
Anren made Mi Liangbi and other Zoroastrian believers see it, and they were all dumbfounded. Some believers simply took out the dried meat they carried and gave it to the group of beggars. Seeing their suspicious but decisive eating looks, they couldn't help but smile at each other.
After everyone ate hastily, they buried the fire and set off one after another. The beggars put on their righteous shirts, took the carts that the Hu merchants had prepared early, loaded the bodies, and meandered towards the east hill. Stone slabs were lined under the bodies.
, making the cart very heavy, the wheels made deep ruts on the wild paths, extending long arcs in the countryside.
The so-called Dongqiu is actually just a stone hill rising under Mang Mountain, located a few miles away from the northern suburbs of Luoyang. There are no trees or grass on the hill, and traces of cutting and burning can be seen everywhere. It should be that the Zoroastrian people intentionally
for it.
A group of beggars stood at the foot of the hill and looked up at the top of the hill. They saw a majestic circular wall more than two feet high and more than twenty feet in circumference. The top of the wall was flat and the body of the wall was built with hundreds or thousands of large rocks.
It was completed. The cracks in the wall were filled with glutinous rice mortar, which firmly adhered the rock together, like a lonely urn city.
This is the sacred burial place of Zoroastrianism - the Tower of Silence.
The body of the tower is sealed and impregnable. There is only a small door on the south side, and a stone step extends downward from the door. The stone step is only six feet wide, and two people walking side by side look crowded. There are many vultures standing on the tower.
, whispering to each other, shaking their wings, and waiting eagerly.
The beggars looked at the sky and saw that it was still early. They parked their carts under the east hill one after another and waited for the Zoroastrian people to arrive.
Anren envoy Mi Liangbi and others led the group of beggars to the Tower of Silence, but disappeared. It was said that they were going to meet another team transporting corpses. Sure enough, after two sticks of incense, a group of believers wearing crimson lotus robes gathered around them.
Two figures, one green and one blue, came on horseback.
Behind the believers, there were beggars who were also wearing righteous shirts. They were unkempt, in small groups, pulling and pulling several heavy carts on the ground. Niu Zhang Bo, Ma Zhang Bo and others saw this and were busy
With a shout, a dozen tall beggars rushed over to help.
Horse hooves flew, and human figures came suddenly. The green and blue figures turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the group of beggars. The believers in green lotus clothes put their hands together and made flames and said: "Zoroastrianism protects the Dharma Ye Sanqiu, thank you all the righteous men! Everyone
Wait a little longer, and Saint Aunt and the others will be here in a moment."
Several palm bowls rushed forward and clasped their fists in return. But when they saw a familiar figure next to the newly arrived carts, they were all slightly frightened and couldn't help but slowly leaned closer.
But I saw an old beggar walking steadily among the group of beggars, pushing the cart hard. His face was pretending to be struggling.
Niu Zhang Bo, Ma Zhang Bo and others saw this clearly and were about to salute, but were stopped by the old beggar's look: "Haha! The old beggar is not overestimating his ability today and wants to earn some money. Ma Zhang Bo must not do it.
It’s weird!”
The corner of Ma Zhangbo's mouth twitched slightly, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Long...what did Mr. Long say? Your body is getting stronger and stronger, and one person is worth two or three..."
Niuzhang Bo scratched his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Long, why are you here? Zoroastrianism is holding a holy burial ceremony here today. I'm afraid Taiwei Palace has already gotten the news. If they send troops again,
If the guard comes over, aren't you putting yourself in danger?"
The old beggar Long Zaitian smiled: "It happens that Zoroastrianism still lacks 'corpse brokers'. I was worried about the brothers in the gang, so I decided to go out of the city for a trip." As he said, he dragged over another thin beggar, "It just so happened that this young man
Friends also wanted to come and see the excitement, so they all changed their outfits and followed us!"
Niu ZhangBo naturally recognized this person, so he slightly cupped his fists and said, "Zhang Bo Niu has met Elder Yang in his good years!"
Yang Zhaoxi changed his naive attitude and said with a smile: "It is said that the burial customs of Zoroastrianism are very different from those of China. I am curious, and I just came here today to broaden my horizons. There is no need to be polite about the cow palm bowl. "
Niu Zhang Bo was waiting to say more when he heard a flying horse galloping behind him. The disciple in blue on the saddle shouted loudly: "The holy aunt is here——!"