Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

What about General Su?

No one has ever asked the question of Sultan Gu. This identity cannot be exposed to the world. He will always be alone, appear at the right time, and then disappear without a trace.

Those who don’t know regard him as King Kong Yasha, those who know him think he is invincible, and he is a weapon with no desires.

Sharp weapons do not need to be concerned.

Sultan Gu looked at Yaoying with a concerned face, and said indifferently: "My whereabouts have nothing to do with the princess."

The tone is plain, without the meaning of deliberate ridicule.

But in the ears of Yuanjue listening to the side, it was like a basin of snow water mixed with crushed ice pouring down. It was cold, Yaoying hadn't responded yet, but his scalp was tight, and he bowed his head in embarrassment and rubbed helplessly. I rub my hands.

A soft chuckle rang in his ears, "Of course it has something to do with me."

Yuanjue raised his head in surprise.

Yaoying sat by the bonfire, looked directly at Sudan’s cold blue eyes, and whispered: “General Su was ordered to **** me. When I was in Gaochang, the general was a little uncomfortable. Now I am seriously injured. The general is alone."

Sudan Gu wrinkled his thick eyebrows slightly.

Before he could answer, Yaoying looked at Yuanjue, staring at him with pitch black eyes, her voice raised a little higher: "Are you going to come back after sending me down the mountain? Are you going to leave General Su here alone?"

Fate was shocked, feeling guilty for some reason, and whispered: "I have something important to go down the mountain."

He is going to carry out the orders of the regent.

Yaoying spread his hands toward him: "That means there is no one beside General Su?"

Yuan Jue's eyes widened, and the expression on his face was a little dazed: "It has always been like this..."

At the foot of the mountain, there is a guard of the royal court and a garrison loyal to the Buddha. A large number of personnel can be deployed at any time. However, the regent has a special status. There are only a few guards who can approach him and directly command him, and Bi Su is now the regent. The king's identity swaggered down the mountain. In order not to stun the snake, the regent on the mountain must disappear completely.

Sultan Gu cannot show up in front of people now.

This kind of thing has happened before. When the tribe surrendered to the royal court launched a rebellion, when the ambitious family tried to change the dynasty, when the princes and nobles and the tribal chiefs had conflicts, the regent seemed to have fallen from the sky, resolved the crisis, and then left quietly. .

This has always been the case for these years. Yuanjue has become accustomed to the regent’s coming and going without a trace. As long as the regent is not backed up by the exercises, he does not need a helper. After all, one more person knows the exercises he practiced, and the risk of exposure is higher.

Yuanjue took a quiet look at Sultan Gu.

Yaoying also looked back at Sultan Gu, who was silent: "General Ashina has gone down the mountain, and his fate is going down the mountain. The general's injury is still not healed. If he is backed up by the exercises and there is no one around him, what should I do? ?"

"I can stay."

She said in a gentle yet firm tone.

Yuanjue thought for a while and retorted for Sultan Gu: "The princess does not know how to martial arts, and staying here will not help the regent."

Yaoying raised her eyebrows: "The reason why General Ashina took me up the mountain was because I didn't know martial arts. Didn't I help you just now?"

There was a bit of grievance in the voice.

Fate felt speechless, his lips moved a few times, and he looked at Sultan Gu as if for help.

Sultan Gu's eyes signaled that he didn't need to say more, and there was a deep fatigue between his eyebrows.

Yuanjue understood and closed his mouth. After a while, he took off the burnt naan cake and handed it to Yaoying.

"The princess uses some dry food."

Yaoying thought he had agreed, and took the naan bread: "Have you eaten with the general?"

Yuanjue nodded.

Yaoying was still a little dizzy, thanked her, bowed her head and ate the naan bread.

Sultan Gu closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. Yuanjue looked at the bonfire, and the three of them were silent.

The sky is getting dim, the gorgeous sunset is reflected in the rolling mountains, and the silver-white peaks reflect the brilliant rays of light, magnificent and magnificent.

Occasionally, there are short eagles echoing among the clouds.

Waiting for the sunset to put away the last light golden afterglow sprinkled on the cliff, Yuanjue got up and saluted Yaoying: "Princess, it's getting dark, please follow me down the mountain."

Yaoying frowned slightly and looked at Sultan Gu.

Sultan Gu closed his eyes, motionless, and his long, slightly curled eyelashes were still frozen, as if he was in a calm state. The whole person was like a seated stone statue.

Yaoying sighed, got up and left with Fate.

The boots stepped on the snow, making a light crunching noise, and the two figures descended towards the mountain, disappearing into the deep twilight.

The sound of footsteps faded away, leaving only the sound of a campfire burning and the whining wind echoing between the heaven and the earth.

The sun fell between the mountains, the sound of the wind suddenly became stern, and the snow fell violently.

The mountains and rivers were silent, and the sky was faint, leaving only the ancient Sudanese.

...

The fire is getting darker and darker, and the night is thicker.

Suddenly, Sultan Gu, who was sitting still, frowned, his back of hands and forehead blue veins burst slightly, and his muscles were tight.

After a while, his shoulders trembled lightly, his body breath suddenly became disordered, his body leaned forward and fell on the snow with a muffled groan, and a trace of red blood overflowed from his lips.

The cold wind blew past, whipping his robe, like a knife, coldly soaking into the bone marrow.

Sultan Gu put one hand in the snow, panting quickly, opened his eyes, wiped the bloodshot corners of his mouth with his right hand, and fumbled with his fingers to remove the mask on his face.

The faint swaying campfire reflected on his face, and a picturesque face slowly appeared under the hideous scars.

The eyebrows gather in the beauty of the mountains and rivers, the eyes are focused on the brilliance of the galaxy, the features are deep, and the eyes are as clear as water.

The frost and snow on the ground is not as good as the cold and dusty brilliance between his brows.

The face is like a pure moon, and the eyes are like lotus flowers.

At this moment, he is not the Sultan who is feared by everyone, but the monarch of the royal court, the Buddha Tamaraga whom the world admires and admires.

Bi Suo and Yuanjue were afraid that he would lose his humanity as Sultan Gu. They thought that he hated and hated Sultan Gu's identity and wanted to obliterate the existence of Sultan Gu. They had completely different attitudes towards him of different identities and carefully maintained the illusion.

In fact, he has never hesitated.

He has a firm mind and has never forgotten his responsibilities. Sultan is Tamaraga.

Although the identity of Sultan Gu will never see the light of day, it is also a part of him.

There was a sharp pain at the edge of the knife, and Tamara Gya's eyebrows tightened.

The old man's sharp blade was coated with poison, and even though Bi Suo fed him the poison-understanding pills, the toxins still spread. His muscles and bones were weak, and he managed to suppress the rush of true energy in his body. At this moment, his internal strength was running everywhere again.

Tan Moroga took a few breaths, stood up with difficulty, and leaned on the cold rock with a calm expression.

Over the years, one by one flashed.

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Roga grew up in a medicine jar, practicing the exercises hard, using pills to stimulate the body's potential, and taking Brahman medicine to suppress the evil effects of the exercises, the body gradually couldn't bear it. Since the age of eighteen, he needs to take more and more pills, and the interval between attacks is getting shorter and shorter. After each time of San Gong, he is like a serious illness, his legs are swollen, and he gets up. All become difficult.

Tamara Gha knew that this was a state of exhaustion, and that he might have lived soon.

In an episode the year before, he almost died.

When Deva Munda came to the royal court, she accidentally discovered that the Shui Mang grass could relieve his pain, and they hoped that the Shui Mang grass could cure him completely.

Tamaragarh was calm, the Shui Mangcao only allowed him to live for a few more years, and the rare medicine could not be found in the north and south of Congling, he might not be able to insist on bringing Shui Mangcao back to the caravan.

Therefore, when the Bei Rong army was besieging the city, he took more secret medicines, drove him personally, and personally commanded the five armies to attack the Bei Rong cavalry, once again defeated the swift and vigorous Wakhan Khan, and forced Bei Rong to sign with the royal court. Covenant.

After that great war, Tamaragarh realized that he was dead soon, arranged his funeral, and left the edict, ready to return to the Wang Temple, waiting for that day to come.

After his death, he will remain secretly mourned.

As long as the princes and nobles in the city abide by the covenant, within a few years, the royal court can still use his aftermath to frighten Bei Rong.

Tamara Gha knew what Wahan Khan was, and knew that the other party was not reconciled, and he would definitely test his strength. On the day he left Shacheng, he led his troops again to scare away the deliberately provoking Haidu Aling.

Inadvertently, rescued the desperate Princess Wen Zhao.

The medicinal materials brought by Princess Wen Zhao allowed him to survive the torture of backlash once again while he was still dead.

Cause and effect follow, predestined to rise and die.

Tamaraga gave shelter to the princess and watched her stay in the Buddhist temple. Every day, while ignorantly and pretending to recite the scriptures, she worked hard to return to the Central Plains. When she left, she did not forget to extend a helping hand to her family in exile. They seek a place to stand.

They didn't get along much, and they didn't talk much.

The monks in the Buddhist temple were dissatisfied with him. He had no intention of arguing with the monks. He had already made a choice and was willing to bear all the consequences for this, and he did not care about the opinions of others. His reputation and glory were all passing by.

But the princess insisted on defending him, telling his thoughts and thoughts. Her understanding, respect and admiration for him came from the heart, and she was sincere.

After listening to the princess's words across a wall of flowers, Tamaraga said in his heart: Maybe Princess Wenzhao can become his fellow.

He remembered what Mengda had said before, that Princess Wen Zhao had a lot of wisdom.

Tamaragarh picked some suitable scriptures for the princess, and asked the monk to lead her in the morning class, and asked her to listen to the preaching together with other young novice monks.

The princess learns very carefully and learns the scriptures to be fluent and smooth.

Most of the summer, in the faint morning hours, Tamara Gha sat in the gloomy temple, translated the Sanskrit scriptures with a pen, and listened to Yaoying standing in front of the novice monk in the promenade, reciting her homework word by word, her voice was crisp, and her tone of voice was brisk. , Like a pearl falling on a jade plate, it is clear in my heart: The princess has a root of wisdom, but the princess has a clear mind and will not become a Shamen in the end.

He could hear it.

At that moment, there was a faint disappointment in Tamaraga's heart.

After a while, a girl's clear and soft laughter came from outside the window, like morning dew dripping onto the bodhi, clear and clear, able to wash away all dirt and make everyone cool.

The pen in Tamaraga's hand stopped for a while, and the melancholy in my heart passed away in a flash.

All sentient beings know that there is Buddha nature, that is, self-righteousness.

...

Between the snow peaks, the wind roared.

The burning campfire was extinguished by the wind and snow.

Tamara Gha returned to his mind and tried his luck.

The faint light sank into the sky, the boundless darkness pressed down towards him, his eyes became blind, and the soul was sinking and drifting in the cold darkness.

The whole body is cold and silent, with gusts of wind and ghosts, and black smoke is permeated.

He continued to fall, his eyes closed tightly, but he could see a terrifying scene of the region.

The huge iron city is stacked on top of each other, covering thousands of miles, covering the sky and the sun. Countless creatures are trapped in it and suffer.

Iron snakes and bronze dogs spit out tongues of fire, and people driven by ghosts screamed and wailed in the fire.

Yasha evil spirits have mouths full of fangs, sharp as swords, biting people's flesh and blood, and fierce iron eagles fluttering their wings and hovering, suddenly swooping down, pecking at everyone's eyes.

Broken bones and rotten flesh, blood and blood become rain, people have nowhere to hide, wailing and howling converge into huge waves, shaking the world.

Infinite hell, death and death.

Tamara Gha had seen such a scene with his own eyes.

The wolves are everywhere, the flames are in the sky, the bones are exposed in the desert, the old and the weak are killed by the knife, the defeated people are enslaved, and the victorious city-state is slaughtered by another powerful tribe in a blink of an eye.

Common people Li Shu, often invaded by suffering.

Before the birth of Tamaraga, the Tamara clan was confined in the palace. At that time, the royal court had begun to circulate that he was the savior to save the people. The powerful family was deeply afraid. When he was born, he was taken away and imprisoned. In the Buddhist temple.

He has been far away from courtiers and people since he was a child, and he has grown up under surveillance. He still shows extraordinary intelligence. The master who taught him the Dharma was overjoyed and said to people around him: "The Buddha is truly extraordinary. The people of the royal court brought peace and tranquility."

Buddhism can teach people's hearts, but it can't stop the murderous people from killing innocent people. It can't stop the magnificent, brutal and ferocious Northern Rong cavalry.

If you want to calm the troubled times and allow the people of the royal court to live and work in peace, they have to use a butcher knife to cast down evil.

Only with Shura's ruthless means can we protect the peace of one party.

He commits a murder and will fall into **** forever, and endure the torment just like all the ghosts howling in the fiery knives mountain.

Tamaraga folded his hands together, the illusion in his mind slowly faded, and the hostility between his brows disappeared.

I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell.

This is the path he chose.

Tamara Gha opened her eyes, her blue eyes gleamed, as if full of clear stars, her body trembled, and a large mouthful of blood was vomited.

The night was deep, and the cold wind roared and roared.

He fell by the extinguished campfire, looking at the red-stained snow, slowly closing his eyes.

There was an abrupt neigh from the mighty wind.

After a while, there was another loud horse hiss.

Has a killer come here?

Tamaraga suddenly woke up, struggled to get up, put on a mask, stood up, and followed the prestige.

In the dim snow, a healthy horse crawled on the rugged and steep mountain roads, a figure lying low on the horse's back, a thick cloak, exquisite figure, not like a killer.

Suddenly, the sound of the wind stopped, and the night wind blew away the low-hanging stratus clouds, and several light moonlights poured down and hung over the figure.

Jianma refused to go forward, and the man on horseback got off the horse and staggered forward.

Tamara Gaya lowered his eyebrows, looking down at the figure approaching.

The man fell so badly and continued to climb without saying a word. After a full cup of tea, the creak of boots on the snow went from far to near, and the girl finally climbed onto the snowdrift and patted happily. The slush on his body lifted his face and walked quickly towards Tamaraga.

The dim moonlight and the refracted snow light reflected a young and charming face.

"General Su!"

Seeing Tamaraga, she smiled and waved at him, her clothes fluttered, her eyes bright, like a goddess.

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"Iron Snake...Bronze Dog..." The illusion in Luo Jia's mind is the description of the infernal **** (Abi hell) in the Buddhist scriptures. The description of these lines refers to the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Wish Sutra" and "Big Eye Ganlian". Related bibliographies such as "Save the Mother Bianwen in the Underworld".

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Yaoying patted her chest: It turned out that Tamara Gha once wanted me to become a monk. It was so dangerous.