I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 235 Sacrifice and Reunion

Cheng Xu committed suicide!
Sudden, abrupt, but natural!

Although the Queen did not want him to die, Cheng Xu himself knew very well that he did not deserve to live.

If he were alive, he would embarrass many people and become the source of new conflicts.

This was the reason that some careerists used to criticize Dagan and the Queen after the turmoil in the mountains and rivers.

Even these can be ignored.

But in order to complete this plan, Cheng Xu killed his elder brother Qin Shouye, who had been taking care of him, and cut off his head with his own hands. He commanded the deserters to sneak into Daqian, plunder, burn, and kill many innocent people.

His plan was a glass of poisoned wine, which poisoned both his enemies and himself.

He himself believed that he should not continue to live.

Embracing death calmly is his only destination.

It was precisely because Shen Xinghai knew him that he let Cheng Xu leave when they met in the ruins of White Jade City.

In essence, they are all very similar, even identical, people.

The most selfless love is just to protect the fragile peace of the prosperous age.

Looking at the body of the man in front of him who fell heavily to the ground, Zhamu suddenly felt an extremely strong and rich regret.

He regretted not stopping Cheng Xu's suicide. He should understand that in this situation, he needed Cheng Xu the most.

More than ever, it is needed.

Zhamu rushed forward, trying to stop the blood from flowing out of the body, but when he saw that the blood flowing out was black and blue, surrounded by a trace of evil gray smoke, he knew that even if he took the Even the most precious life-saving elixir cannot save the life of the person in front of him.

Death has long been inevitable. The violent poison has taken away all the vitality from the body in front of him in an instant.

"Strategy! Strategist!"

"How could you bear to leave me behind in such a crisis!" Zhamu burst into tears in an instant.

Of course he wasn't crying for Cheng Xu.

After being exposed by Cheng Xu, Zhamu had already fully thought of what he would face.

He will be a sinner and a traitor to the desert people.

He is the most hated person by his compatriots who used to admire him.

The children of the desert people in the grasslands, deserts, and snow-capped mountains will all regard him as their most hated enemy.

Even all the resentment and anger towards Ganren were transferred to him.

When the children grow up, their first goal is no longer to take revenge on Gan Ren, but to kill him and take revenge on him.

After all, in many cases, people hate and hate betrayers more than invaders and conquerors.

Perhaps after a period of time, people will make various speculations about the battle that took place in Baiyuguan, and no matter what kind of speculation it is, Zhamu... is the most despicable and despicable betrayer. The reason is all because of his secret harm, regardless of whether it is logical or not.

Now Zhamu's only way to break the situation is to die calmly.

Use death to wash away shame, and use life to build your final reputation.

In this way, even though he died, Huangren's loss was still irreparable, but at least the hatred of Huangren was still directed at Ganren.

As long as there is no genocide, sooner or later, they will still make a comeback.

But... when Zhamu witnessed Cheng Xu's body gradually becoming colder and losing all breath, Zhamu's desire to live became unprecedentedly strong.

The strong resentment, fear and panic made Zhamu unwilling to die like this.

After wiping his tears, Zhamu took out a short knife with his own hands, and then cut off Cheng Xu's head with force.

Then he took out an ice jade box and placed the head carefully.

This will be his only trump card.

Seeing Zha Mu, who had no expression on his face but was full of tears, cutting off Cheng Xu's head, several soldiers of the Bone Army nearby looked at each other in disbelief.

Two of them suddenly realized what they were doing, and then turned around and ran away.

But before they could run far, the strong gravity pulled them back, and then the heavy palms fell on their necks, pinching the back of their necks, causing them extreme pain, but there was no pain. His neck was immediately broken and strangled to death.

"Go! Use a knife to kill the seriously injured soldiers and put an end to their pain."

"Next, we must travel lightly. We must hide until we get help from Ganren." Zhamu said coldly to the remaining soldiers under his command.

These soldiers showed signs of struggle.

"What are you still hesitating about? You have no way out!"

"If you don't follow me, even if you return to your tribe, you will be torn apart by the angry tribesmen."

"You are all my personal soldiers, and they will vent all their resentment and anger on you." Zhamu said sternly.

Normally, he wouldn't bother to explain so much.

Those who disobey can be killed casually to establish their authority.

The society of barbarians is basically a barbaric society established and solidified by power, influence, and aristocratic status.

There is no need to explain too much.

The situation is different now. Zhamu only has so many men. Before opening a new situation, he must carefully retain the few helpers.

Except for those who are seriously injured and difficult to treat and can only become a burden and drag, Zhamu will take away everyone else.

Thinking of dying easily is a luxury.

Faced with Zhamu's threat, the remaining Huangren soldiers hesitated.

In the end it was still a compromise.

Zhamu's overwhelming prestige was one of the reasons why they surrendered, but also witnessing hundreds of thousands of troops nearly all wiped out in the explosion was also the reason why they surrendered so easily at this moment.

Let them continue to stand in the original position of the deserted people and oppose Da Gan.

They no longer have the courage.

Under Zhamu's strong pressure, the barren people brandished their butcher knives and aimed at their former comrades.

From the moment they were on the battlefield and their hands were stained with the blood of their own people, they could not go back.

Even if the elders of the tribe forgive their sins in the name of the ancestor gods, they are still aliens in the eyes of their fellow tribesmen.

In daily grazing life, cattle, sheep, horses, pastures, and rivers caused internal turmoil and killed fellow tribesmen.

This is completely different from killing comrades on the battlefield who have lost the ability to resist.

The former can be regarded as a natural phenomenon in existence.

The latter is an absolute betrayal that cannot be tolerated by any race with inheritance and continuation.

Cheng Xu used his final death to lay the foundation for the complete division of the desert people.

If Zhamu and this group of people were more ambitious, then perhaps many years later, there would be two distinct groups among the desolate people in the Western Regions, and they would have a feuding relationship, and they would be absolutely incompatible with each other.

Even if it is one hundred or two hundred years later, today's betrayal will be insignificant.

However, two tribes of desolate people with the same origin but different factions have accumulated countless hatreds over the years of fighting each other.

It is far more difficult to twist them into a rope than before.

In this way, for Da Qian, a ferocious hound was tied up in the Western Region.

Zhamu, who betrayed Huangren, even if he becomes bigger and stronger one day and has strong soldiers and horses, the possibility of his backlash is not too high.

Because he is a person who has no roots.

When he invades the Central Plains, he will be attacked from both sides, and without the help of a large number of veterans of the Desolate Human Race, his lack of high-end combat power will be his natural weakness and shortcoming.

I have to say that Cheng Xu really had everything figured out.

He may not have expected that Zhamu would escape from Baiyuguan alive.

But from the moment Zhamu came back alive, Cheng Xu, who had already decided on the path to death, used his own life as the last insurance. Set up the last poisonous plan.

As for whether there will be other hidden dangers many years later...

Who can really predict that long into the future?
If we say that the stability of the Western Region in the previous Jiazi was created by Shen Xinghai.

Then the next sixty years will all depend on Cheng Xu's achievements today.

The moment he committed suicide, he gave up not only his own life, but also his reputation, prestige, and everything he should have enjoyed after death.

If you want to properly tie up Zhamu's dog, it's best not to expose Cheng Xu's plan.

In the hearts of countless Dagan people, he is still a traitor, and his death was deserved.

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Li Lang did not change into Chulun Gyatso's vest for the time being, but used his original appearance to pursue Zhamu's remnants.

Cheng Xu's sentencing, Zhamu's escape, and Li Lang's pursuit did not happen one after another.

But it happened almost simultaneously.

So when Li Lang arrived at the Zhongzhang garrison, which was about a hundred miles away from the ruins of Baiyuguan, all he saw were a large number of abandoned tents and a small number of seriously injured war horses that fell mourning in the ruins.

There were no bodies in place.

Unless obsidian is used as a ban, no body will be left behind after the desolate man dies.

However, it is said that their souls will return to their ancestral land, and then after annual sacrifices to the ancestral gods, they will be sent to the kingdom of the ancestral gods to enjoy eternal peace.

After searching several tents, Li Lang found a pool of black blood that still contained poisonous gas.

Looking at the pool of black blood, Li Lang had a bad feeling.

"Gu Zhaozhao! Can you help me track down Zhamu's whereabouts?" Li Lang asked Gu Zhaozhao for help through a special three-person channel.

Gu Zhaozhao: "What do you think I am? The wish-making elf in the legend of the Western Regions?"

"No way! How can the inheritor of Tianyou Villa not be able to do such a small thing?" Li Lang said in a regretful tone.

Gu Zhaozhao sneered: "A clumsy way to provoke generals!"

"Wait! Give me some time. Three giant spiritual veins have been blown up. Now the entire southern part of the Western Region is filled with the smell of chaotic fluctuations of spiritual energy. Many magical powers that require the obscure secret threads of heaven and earth are difficult to work."

"If I were Zhamu, I would definitely find a safe place and hide well at this time."

"It's not that easy to dig him out."

Li Lang said: "You must hurry up, I have a bad feeling!"

At this time, the Queen also spoke: "If we find Cheng Xu, we will see him alive and his corpse!"

"You help me do this. I will activate the Wen Feng Envoy to help you find the whereabouts of the Soul Cleansing Sutra."

"Even if you can't find it, I can summon hundreds of monks to the capital to combine the foundations of wheel-turning and fate-changing methods to deduce the scriptures for you and recreate the soul-cleansing process."

Hundreds of schools of thought have discussed the classics rarely in ancient times.

And every time, it is a grand gathering in the spiritual world.

Only the top and most influential forces can form the Hundred Schools of Classics.

Of course, it’s okay to be shameless and get dozens or hundreds of small, unpopular forces to discuss things in a corner.

It’s just that no one recognizes it.

In today's world, only a handful of people have the strength and power to organize hundreds of schools of thought.

The imperial court was naturally among them.

Although the core of hundreds of schools of thought is to gather the leaders of hundreds of schools to deduce or debate some wonderful methods of practice, as long as there are more participants and the forces are mixed, there will be many, many things that need to be resolved and worried about.

Forces that have the ability to organize scripture discussions often don't do this kind of hard work, but they can't get many good things.

Gu Zhaozhao: "Don't make it sound like you are not curious about or don't need the Soul Cleansing Sutra."

"Hypocritical! Cunning! Despicable!"

Talking nonsense, Gu Zhaozhao, who was flying around in the desert, couldn't help but use several magical powers, and then alternated them in cycles.

At the same time, a phantom city floating in the void suddenly fell down, temporarily freezing all the chaotic spiritual energy around it.

As the three blue hands rotated, Gu Zhaozhao pointed.

The three pointers flew to three different directions.

And Gu Zhaozhao coughed up several mouthfuls of blood under the backlash of the chaotic spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"so troublesome!"

"I have three locations here, and I share them."

"Boy! You go to one place, I'll hurry up, go to two places, I hope I can find it!"

After saying that, Gu Zhaozhao shared the position.

Li Lang had been in the Western Region for a while, and he still had some experience on how to barely distinguish directions based on the directions of stars, sun, and shadows.

So after identifying the direction for a while, he immediately flew towards one of them.

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In the desert, three monks were sitting on three camels.

Two are Gan monks and one is a Hu monk.

"Senior brother! The spiritual energy of the world fluctuates so violently. It seems that great changes have taken place here." Dingjue sniffed, and then said to senior brother Dingbo.

Dingbo looked solemnly in the direction of Baiyuguan, and then said seriously: "The spiritual veins were destroyed. This is the impact caused by the spiritual energy escaping after the spiritual veins were blown up."

"I've heard that the reason why Baiyuguan is so impregnable is because it has drawn three giant spiritual veins from the Western Regions as its foundation, so that both barbarians and barbarians are afraid to do anything."

"Now it seems that Baiyuguan must have been destroyed. The Huang people and the barbarians chose to abandon the three spiritual veins and uproot Baiyuguan."

Hearing this, Dingjue was immediately shocked: "Senior brother! If this is really the case, what should we do?"

"Once the Huang people and the barbarians cross the Baiyu Pass and march south, they will definitely suffer countless casualties."

"We are rushing to Baiyuguan right away. I wonder if we can still get support in time?"

Dingbo shook his head indifferently: "Junior brother! We are outsiders, and the change of secular dynasties has nothing to do with us."

"We are here to find Monk Xuelang and form a bond with him. At the same time, we can eliminate the evil spirits in the Western Region and rectify the true Dharma of our Buddhism."

"This is the supreme merit that we should value."

"All the things in the world, the cycle of life and death, are simply the cause and effect of the past, and are not something that outsiders like us should care about."

Dingjue wanted to say something more, but after meeting his senior brother Dingbo's cold eyes, he no longer dared to say more.

Although in terms of cultivation, concentration and concentration are in between.

But Dingjue has been afraid of this Dingbo since he was a child. Once he became serious, Dingjue would not dare to resist his wishes.

Harry listened to the conversation between the two monks, but felt uneasy in his heart.

What he was thinking of was certainly not that the Hu people had suffered a devastating blow at Baiyuguan.

The news of the coalition's defeat and near-total loss would not have spread throughout the Western Regions so quickly.

What Haribai was worried about was that once the entrances and exits of the Western Regions were completely controlled by barbarians and deserters, it would be even more difficult for him to escape from the Western Regions and go to the Central Plains to avoid trouble.

Thinking of all the difficulties, Haribai felt bitter.

Whoosh!
Li Lang's figure walking with his sword flashed past the heads of the three of them.

Dingbo and Dingjue looked at Li Lang's back at the same time, and then their eyes shone at the same time.

"It's him!"

"It's really him!" Both of them said Buddha's name.

Then they stood up at the same time, flew away from the camel, and used various methods to chase Li Lang in the direction where Li Lang flew away with his sword, stepping on the flying sand and wind whirlpool.

(End of this chapter)