In the dark night, the Piru family's castle was set ablaze by fire.
The fire illuminated half of the sky, and the red glow reflected by the fire was clearly visible even from miles away.
Men, women, the elderly, children... the screams and cries resounded in the night sky, gathering together, as if coming from hell, making people shudder.
The thugs wearing armor and carrying sharp weapons rushed into the houses from house to house. Regardless of the other party's pleas, they first killed all living people, then beheaded them and brought them to the courtyard of the clan fort.
This massacre started when the moon rose to the middle and continued until the sky was slightly bright.
More than eighty nobles of the Pirru clan, together with more than two hundred servants, were slaughtered, and very few remained.
The severed heads were sorted according to gender, old and young, and piled into small hills.
There is a special person among the murderers who is responsible for checking the head of the deceased and checking it against the roster.
A young man wrapped in fur sat on a broken pillar of the castle wall. He wore a mask on his face and looked at the tragic situation in the city, with only numbness in his eyes.
After less than half an hour, a murderer finished counting the victims, walked up to the young man and whispered back: "Sir Sang Chiruo, there are 318 people in the Pirushi family, and there are 312 heads here.
, there are still six people missing.”
Sang Chiruo glanced at the murderer, his eyes cold.
The latter's body trembled and he said quickly: "Let's go look for it again. Someone must be hiding it."
Sang Chiruo glanced at the horizon, then jumped off the broken pillar and walked towards the depths of the clan fort.
Before they had walked a few steps, a murderer ran over and shouted to Sang Chiruo: "Sir, we found them! They are hiding in the dark room of the stone house!"
After hearing this, Sang Chiruo walked towards his family's stone house.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the courtyard, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a leader's costume and covered in blood. He was holding a horizontal knife and protecting the women and children behind him.
"You evil ghosts!" The middle-aged man waved his weapon, drove away nearby enemies, and shouted: "Despicable and shameless!"
Seeing that the situation was frozen, Sang Chiruo shook his head impatiently and took the stiff bow from his subordinates.
With his bow and arrow ready, Sang Chiruo aimed at the middle-aged man.
Just hearing the sound of the bowstring, an arrow pierced the middle-aged man's chest like lightning.
With unwillingness and resentment, the man slowly fell to the ground, blood gushing out from the wound, and his eyes still refused to close until he died.
The women and children behind him saw the man dead, and they all threw themselves at the latter's side and burst into tears.
Seeing this, Sang Chiruo said in a deep voice to his subordinates: "What are you waiting for?!"
Upon hearing this, the murderers looked at each other and slowly moved forward.
Among the women and children, a beautiful noble girl in brocade clothes walked out. She put down the baby in her arms, picked up the horizontal knife, and said to the other children beside her: "You are all nobles of the Pirushi family.
If you fall into the hands of thieves, you might as well go with your father."
After saying that, the woman raised her knife and hacked to death the three older children beside her, leaving only a crying baby in the swaddling clothes.
Looking at the child lying in a pool of blood, Pirushi's noble daughter's face was filled with tears and her body was crumbling.
Holding the bloody horizontal knife, she turned around, knelt down to Sang Chiruo, and said loudly: "Immortals are above us! The Pirushi clan are all warriors. We admit defeat, but we are never afraid of death! Today,
My life is at an end. I just ask you, for the sake of gods and Buddhas, to let this ignorant baby go!"
After speaking, the noble lady pulled the baby to her side and kissed the latter's forehead gently.
Then, he put the knife to his neck and slit his own throat without hesitation.
The mother's blood, like rain, fell on the baby's body, dyeing the originally white swaddling clothes into bright red.
The baby seemed to know that his loved ones were dead and cried louder.
Seeing this appearance, even those murderers who killed many people felt admiration for the noble girl.
One of the subordinates turned to Sang Chiruo and asked, "Sir, what should we do?"
Sang Chiruo looked at the crying baby, a trace of struggle flashed in his expression, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "There are three hundred and eighteen people on the roster."
When someone heard this, he couldn't bear it and said quickly: "Sir, that's just a baby, he doesn't know anything."
Sang Chiruo turned around and said: "Three hundred and eighteen, no one less!"
The moon fades away.
At this point, Pirushi has no bloodline left.
A few days later.
There are many cities in Tubo, and there are no temples in each.
The main hall of the Buddhist pavilion and the lecture hall.
Master Luohe sat in the golden silk tent, looked at Sang Chiruo who was kneeling in the hall, and said with a smile: "You did a good job regarding Pirushi's affairs. Zuzan is very satisfied."
Sang Chiruo fell on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Everything must be obeyed by Zuzan and Master."
Master Luohe nodded and said: "Sang Chiruo, you are gifted with wisdom, and the Buddha is willing to save you... How many tribes have rebelled against Zuzan, plus this Piruru clan, how many have you dealt with so far?"
Sang Chiruo: "Eight."
Master Luoha: "Eight... Tantric Buddhism pays attention to the vehicle of cultivation. One is the Sravaka Vehicle and the second is the Pratyekabuddha Vehicle. When you practice to the ninth vehicle, you will be perfect."
Sang Chiruo raised his head: "Is Zuzan willing to reuse me?"
Master Luoha: "As long as you complete the ninth practice, I will request Zuzan to absolve you of your sins and promote you to the rank of General in the Golden Account."
Hearing this, Sang Chiruo quickly said: "Thank you, Master..."
Master Luohe: "Don't rush to say thank you. The ninth tribe you are going to deal with is probably the most difficult practice."
Sang Chiruo: "Please tell me, Master."
Master Luohe: "Second seat in the golden tent, deputy prime minister of Tubo."
Sang Chiruo was stunned, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
Master Luoha: "Xia Zha tribe."
Sang Chiruo's face turned pale in an instant and he read softly: "Xia Zha..."
Master Luohe: "The leader of the Xia Zha tribe, as deputy prime minister of Tubo, has gathered a large number of nobles who believe in Bon religion, and plans to jointly overthrow Zuzan and suppress Tantric Buddhism. He is the biggest rebel party in Tubo."
Sang Chiruo's face was uncertain.
Master Luohe looked at Sang Chiruo and said, "I heard that the Xiazha tribe had always had good relations with the Gar tribe in the past. Did Yang Jin, the noble daughter of the Xiazha family, have a marriage contract with you?"
Sang Chiruo's voice was a little trembling: "Yes."
Master Luohe: "Can you handle the Xia Zha family?"
That beautiful face appeared in Sang Chiruo's mind, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, with sweat forming faintly on his forehead.
Master Luoha did not wait for the answer he wanted, and emphasized his tone: "I ask you again, can you do it?!"
Sang Chiruo gritted his teeth and almost made a sound from his throat: "Can..."
Master Luohe laughed and said: "That's good... the Xia Zha family is powerful and has many warriors. This handling is no small matter. In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, this time I will call in monk soldiers as support and go with you."
Sang Chiruo buried his head heavily: "I will definitely not let down Zuzan and my master's expectations!"