"Ah, then I -" Duoji was horrified, and just as he was about to speak, the steward whipped him in the face again. The barbs on the whip plowed through his skin, causing him to gasp in pain. He couldn't even speak.
Speechless!
The steward didn't even look at Duoji.
His eyes swept over the eight slaves kneeling on the ground, and the three Tibetan soldiers behind him said: "Eight sets of human intestines, eight buckets of human blood, eight human heads - and a pious man who is willing to dedicate himself to the 'spirit of gods'."
The skin of a believer.
Enough is enough, cut out their tongues.
Drag them all away!"
The Tibetan soldiers wearing black and red armor turned over and dismounted, and the sound of armor leaves clashing made people shudder.
Their figures blocked the sunlight falling in the sky. Three majestic Tibetan soldiers drew out the short blades at their waists and effortlessly stopped the eight slaves who were wrapped in chains and shackles.
——Dorji was pinched by a Tibetan soldier’s rough fingers on his cheeks and opened his mouth.
He was forced to stick out his tongue very long,
The Tibetan soldier held his tongue with one hand and held a dagger in the other hand, slashing towards his tongue!
Big tears welled up in his eyes, and many thoughts suddenly surged in his mind - it was already this time, and he was actually not afraid of death. He had already thought about his destiny, and he was willing to devote himself to it.
Use your own skin to give your unborn child a chance to see the world after birth.
But no one was willing to give him this chance.
he died.
His children, if he gets a wife, will also die with him.
In the end, the child could no longer see this human world.
But - if you can't see this world, what's there to regret?
Duoji suddenly felt relieved - he no longer struggled to avoid the sharp knife that was pierced - but at this moment, he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air!
Accompanying that sound was a sharpened wooden arrow that suddenly pierced through the air from the side of his face and was suddenly nailed into the faceplate of the majestic Tibetan soldier holding a knife.
It was just a sharpened wooden arrow, but now it penetrated the Tibetan soldier's faceplate and pierced the surface of the leather armor at the back of his head!
A pool of blood splashed on Dorje's face.
The Tubo soldier screamed urgently and fell weakly on top of him.
Blood continuously seeped out from the Tibetan soldier's mask, splattered on Dorje's face, and splashed into his mouth. The taste of the blood actually made him a little hungry——
He watched as wooden arrows shuttled through the air and shot toward the Shangqin Manor down the hillside.
He heard many people screaming with excitement and fear: "We want to eat meat!"
"The devil allows us to eat meat too!"
Accompanied by waves of roaring sounds, many thin people in ragged clothes ran out from Dorje's side, holding various forks, sticks, farm tools, and even iron ropes and shackles.
Those people were once slaves like Dorje.
But the radiance on those people's faces and the blazing light in their eyes were something Duoji had never seen before.
Groups of armored Tibetan soldiers began to rush out of Shang Ting Manor, but those ragged and thin people still showed no fear even in the face of these terrifying Tibetan soldiers.
A brilliant white light rose from the crowd rushing towards the Tibetan soldiers. The white light gathered into a large bright palm print and pushed horizontally towards the Tibetan soldiers who had formed a formation and were crushing them layer by layer.
The bright handprint crushed the Tubo soldiers into pulp,
Tear their formation to pieces!
Duoji looked at the big bright palm prints that emerged from the crowd one after another. His mind went blank for a moment and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Another tall man in ragged clothes walked past Dorje. The man pulled out a hidden Tibetan knife hanging from his waist. He spread his legs and ran wildly. He actually caught up with the man on the strong horse and fled in a hurry.
The steward - the man suddenly threw the knife hidden in his hand, and the knife passed through the air and penetrated directly into the chest of the steward on the horse.
Blood flowed down the steward's clothes and spattered under his buttocks, especially on the back of the frightened horse.
His body fell backward, fell off his horse, and after some somersaults, he fell in the grass, dead.
The tall man stepped on the steward's head with the sole of his foot. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to grasp the handle of the hidden sword stuck in the back of the body, and suddenly pulled out the sword.
A stream of blood spurted out from the wound on the back of the body.
The man looked up at Dorje who was lying on the hillside.
Duoji's heart tightened when he saw the man holding a knife and walking towards him.
He suddenly became frightened. He put his elbows on the ground and kept going backwards and backwards - until the man came close to him and slashed at him with a knife -
Duoji closed his eyes resignedly.
But the pain he expected did not come as expected. He only heard the sound of metal and iron clashing suddenly, and then he felt nothing else.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw people with weapons all over the mountains and plains, blocking all the doors of the large manor owned by the Shang Tong family, and taking away the stewards inside and the nobles of the family who were sent by the Shang Tong family to look after this place.
They were all driven out, their ankles were tied with iron chains, and they stood in several rows at the entrance of the manor.
Someone said something unknown to those nobles.
After speaking, the people who tightly surrounded the nobles and stewards pushed them all to the ground and chopped off their heads.
Rivers of blood flowed.
Those people stripped the dead bodies of their silk clothes and armor and piled them into a mountain in front of the manor.
They set up several large pots, killed several yaks, poured the yak meat and bones into the pots, added water and salt and stewed them.
Many others rushed towards the slaves like Dorje and cut off the chains on their wrists and ankles.
"Ugin! Ugin!"
Suddenly, Dorje thought of his wife. He quickly got up from the mud and looked around.
The slaves of the Shangqin clan whose chains had been cut off from their hands and feet were invited and gathered around the iron pots where yak meat and bones were stewed.
Many people in ragged clothes mingled together.
Men and women sit together.
He couldn't find his Wujin Jiangqu.
Duoji became more and more flustered: "Wu Jin!"
He ran toward the crowd at the foot of the slope. After taking a few steps, he heard a cry from behind him: "Doji!"
——Duoji suddenly looked back.
His Wujin Jiangqu held his belly with one hand and stood on the side of the slope.
The huge basket used to hold stones behind her has been unloaded.
She looked at Dorje and burst into tears.
Tears, but full of smiles.
"Wujin!" Dorje looked at his own Wujin Jiangqu. For some reason, hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Several female slaves with weapons hanging on their waists appeared behind Wujin Jiangqu. They supported Wujin Jiangqu, talked to her in a low voice, and helped her approach Duoji.
The couple hugged each other tightly.
The tall man walked over to Duoji and Wujin Jiangqu.
Dorje and Wujin Jianqudun were both a little embarrassed. They bent down and prepared to kneel on the ground, saluting the tall man like pigs and dogs saluting other important figures.
But the man stopped the two men's movements: "We are all human beings, why should we follow the example of pigs and dogs in saluting?
The devil doesn't like this kind of gift.
None of the disciples of Guangshan Sect like it either.
If you are willing, just like us, put on the Guangshan Seal and bow."
As the man spoke, he crossed his palms and fingers to form an uncomplicated seal.
Dorji and Wu Jinjiangqu saw his solemn expression, and when they looked at the seal, they suddenly felt that the simple seal had an indescribable sense of solemnity. They all, like the tall man said, formed the 'Guangshan Seal' and prayed to the tall man.
Return gift.
"Your wife is about to give birth and is very weak.
You have to give her some broth first, and then let her eat some meat slowly when she gets used to it." The tall man said to Duoji, "Everyone is like this, we all drink soup first and then eat meat."
"I remembered!"
Duoji nodded vigorously. He supported Wujin Jiangqu and followed the tall man towards the crowd gathered around a large pot.
He looked at the man's back, hesitated for a moment, and then asked the tall man: "What is your name? How should we call you?"
When someone asked him his name, the tall man turned around, his eyes shining brightly: "My name is Guangshan Zang, Gabu Guangshan Zang.
This is the name the devil gave me."
"Gabu Guangshan Zang, Gabu Guangshan Zang..." Duoji murmured to himself, chanting the name, and couldn't help but ask the tall man again, "What does Guangshan Sect... mean?"
Who is the devil?”
"The Guangshan Sect is a group formed by the disciples of the devil.
magic……
The devil is the devil." Gabu Guangshanzang said as he looked into the distance, "We have followed the devil all the way here, and we will go to 'under that hill'."
"Under that hill..."
Dorje repeated what Gabu Guangshanzang said.
All kinds of pictures suddenly flashed through his mind, and all the pictures were connected one after another to form a specific route from here to 'under the hill'.
Duoji remained silent.
He and Wujin Jiangqu sat around an iron pot, watching the meat and bones in the iron pot rolling with the boiling water. An indescribable aroma wafted out of the pot, causing Dorje's saliva to secrete at a faster pace.
"Gudong!"
"Gudong!"
There were sounds of swallowing saliva everywhere.
The meat and bones in the pot were finally cooked, and bowls of broth were distributed to many slaves.
Dorji and Wujin Jiangqu also each brought a bowl of broth. Dorji glanced at Wujin Jiangqu, then looked at himself and his wife’s bowls, which were full of broth. He smiled naively,
Instead of sharing the broth with his wife, he held the bowl and gestured to her, then took a deep breath of the aroma floating on the bowl.
Holding the bowl, he carefully took a sip of the broth.
fragrant!
So delicious!
It would be great if I could eat meat every day!
Duoji screamed in his heart and drank several large mouthfuls of broth - when he felt that it was not enough, a feeling of nausea suddenly surged from his abdomen, and he opened his mouth and retched!
Many slaves around were holding bowls and opening their mouths to vomit!
"Don't drink too quickly!"
"You have never eaten meat, so it is normal to have this reaction.
Just get used to it and you'll be fine!" Gabu Guangshanzang spoke up at the right time and reminded everyone.
The doubts that arose in the minds of Dorje and many slaves gradually dissipated due to what Gabu Guangshanzang said.
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!