Chapter 699: The soul returns, dressed in red and conquers the royal city!
The veteran died in battle and Songzhou was a great victory.
On the battlefield filled with corpses, blood is boiling and the heroic spirits are immortal.
If another hundred years pass, this place will become an ancient battlefield, and perhaps various legends will be left behind. In addition to the Tang Dynasty soldiers who fought bloody battles, there will also be a famous general in history.
He took off his hat and fought off thousands of enemies, and killed the general with white hair. The 78-year-old Xue Rengui lived up to everyone's expectations in his last battle and left a moving legend.
With the blessing of the ancient battlefield, his fighting spirit may become a ghost king. If he is lucky, he can even embark on the path to becoming a god like Guan Yu.
But the prerequisite is that there is a powerful person willing to awaken his soul.
Fortunately, Xue Rengui had such a noble person by his side.
"The soul has returned..."
A sound echoed across the ancient battlefield, inaudible to the living but particularly noticeable to the dead.
Taoist soul-calling technique!
Ordinary soul-calling techniques can only summon lost souls or lonely ghosts. As for those evil ghosts that are the incarnations of elite soldiers and generals, not to mention awakening them, it might bring disaster to oneself.
Especially on ancient battlefields, it is most taboo to use this technique. Who knows what kind of ghosts you will summon?
But Li Daoxuan's voice was like a jade bell, flowing quietly like a stream under the moonlight. With his great magic power, he easily washed away the murderous aura of the ancient battlefield and awakened the heroic spirits.
The bright moon illuminates the banner, and horses neigh in the wind.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the people in the city seemed to hear the neighing of war horses again .
An old woman sat in the room, holding a candle, kneeling before the statue and praying devoutly, hoping that her son who was on the battlefield would return safely.
Just then, she heard a familiar sound of footsteps.
The old woman was overjoyed, thinking that it was her son who had returned, and quickly pushed the door open to go out.
There was no one outside the door and the cold wind blew out the candles.
An invisible figure was kneeling in front of her and kowtowed three times. He had delicate features and a gentle temperament. His armor was broken and his body was covered with wounds, but his eyes were exceptionally firm.
"Mother, I am unfilial and cannot take care of you until the end of your life."
"But don't be sad. My son is not a wandering ghost. Instead, he has become a ghost soldier in the underworld. After his death, he still serves under General Xue and fights for the country!"
"You always scold me for being cowardly and often teach me that a real man can lose his head and bleed, but he must never forget his country."
"In this final battle, the child did not retreat."
With tears in his eyes, he took a last deep look at his mother with graying temples. Then he blew a whistle and a ghostly warhorse came running towards him, its eyes burning with pale blue will-o'-the-wisp, as fast as the wind.
He jumped on his horse, and without looking back, he passed through the wall and headed in a certain direction.
Separated by Yin and Yang, the old woman could not see him or hear him speak, but mother and son were connected by heart, and she seemed to have a premonition and tremblingly chased in the direction her son left.
Tonight, things like what happened to the old woman are common in Songzhou.
Those Tang Dynasty men who died on the battlefield defending their country, after seeing their loved ones for the last time, returned like rivers into the sea and wild geese flying home, protecting their loved ones and country in another way.
Someone was chasing out of the city. In a trance, I seemed to hear the thundering sound of horse hooves and saw the determined backs of people.
On the commander's flag, the word "Xue" is like a dragon leaping and a tiger leaping, majestic and full of iron and blood.
From then on, a saying began to spread in Songzhou and has remained popular for a long time.
After General Xue's death, his heroic spirit remained immortal. He was enlightened by the national teacher and became a general of the underworld. He continued to conquer all directions and destroy evil spirits. The 6,000 cavalrymen who followed him into battle and defeated Tubo also followed General Xue to the underworld.
What's more, some people say that Xue Rengui not only became a great general in the underworld, but also became a wheel-turning king and the King of Hell.
…
In the void, Xue Rengui rode on a white jade horse, flying in the wind. He was no longer a white-haired, old hero, but a middle-aged man.
He looked at Li Daoxuan, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Thank you, sir!"
Li Daoxuan had already put away his giant hand. With the end of the Songzhou battle, especially after Qin Ling's death, the dragon that symbolized the fortune of Tubo became sluggish.
Luck is not everything. Those who rely too much on luck may even suffer backlash once they encounter setbacks.
Li Daoxuan laughed loudly, patted Xue Rengui on the shoulder, and said: "Brother Xue, you fought so bravely in this battle, you will be remembered for eternity!"
The two of them talked about the past for a while, and Xue Rengui suddenly asked: "Sir, I am no longer a person in the mortal world. If Tubo raises an army again, what should I do?"
After his death, the Tang Dynasty's generals declined, and the army's combat effectiveness was on the decline, and it was unlikely that they would be able to win another great victory in Songzhou.
Since ancient times, Yin and Yang have been separated, and people in the underworld cannot interfere in the affairs of the world of the living. He doesn't know whether he can continue to protect the Tang Dynasty.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, saying: "Brother Xue, perhaps at this moment, Tubo is no longer here."
Xue Rengui was stunned, not quite understanding this sentence.
"Brother Xue , quickly take your troops back to the underworld to garrison. When my wife returns, I will formally confer the title on you."
Hearing this, Xue Rengui had a flash of inspiration and an astonishing guess emerged in his mind.
He suddenly remembered one thing. Before in the underworld, his sister-in-law once said that she would personally lead 100,000 ghost soldiers to attack the human world and crush the Tubo royal court.
Is it possible... could it be...
He looked at Li Daoxuan in disbelief, but saw that the gentleman nodded slightly, with a smile in his eyes and a hint of unconcealable pride in his voice.
"Once my wife gets angry, even I can't control her."
"Alas, the husband is not strong enough."
…
On the plateau, the city of Lhasa.
The night is dark.
The lights in the Gar family were still bright.
After Songtsen Gampo's death, the power of Tubo was controlled by Prime Minister Lu Dongzan, and his family, the Gar family, became the most powerful force in Tubo.
The so-called Zanpu was nothing more than a mascot fostered by their family in the palace, equivalent to Emperor Xian of Han who was controlled by Cao Cao.
Twenty-five years ago, Lu Dongzan died, but his sons were all very talented and continued to hold power in Tubo.
Qinling was his second son, who was in charge of the military power of Tubo. His eldest son, Zanxiruo, inherited his father's position as prime minister and took charge of the political power.
A grand banquet is being held in the Gar family today.
Not only Tibetan officials were present, but also many talented people from the Western Regions recruited by the Gar family. They were all talented and had more or less grudges against the Tang Dynasty.
For example, one of the old men who has reached the Yang God realm is said to be the descendant of the Five Evil Elders. His father was beheaded in Chang'an by Li Daoxuan, and he became a rat crossing the street and fled to the Western Regions. Now that he has cultivated to the Yang God realm, he naturally has a desire for revenge.
Zan Xiruo drank and chatted with them, and his words were full of compliments.
"My fellow immortals, my second brother is invincible. He must have conquered Songzhou by now and is heading straight for the Central Plains. I hope you can help me when the time comes."
Although Ming Chongyan kept saying that the Tang Dynasty would fall into civil war and that the Bad People and the Sleeping Dragons would suffer heavy casualties, Zan Xiruo knew that one should never put all the eggs in one cage, so he put a lot of effort into winning over this group of strange people.
"I heard that the Taoist priest set up a great formation, swallowed up the luck of the Tang Dynasty, and rained down meteorites on the battlefield. Such magical powers are beyond the reach of us!"
Some people were also worried: "I heard that Xue Rengui is not dead yet. He is a good warrior and the bravest in the world. He also has a close relationship with Li Daoxuan. Will something unexpected happen to him?"
When they heard the name Li Daoxuan, the heated atmosphere in the field suddenly dropped, and many cultivators shuddered and their drunkenness disappeared.
Although that person hasn't appeared for more than 40 years, who knows when he will come back?
Zan Xiruo laughed and said, "Don't panic, everyone. Taoist Ming has predicted that Li Daoxuan has fallen into some kind of disaster. Although he is not dead, he is trapped in it and cannot escape. It will probably be hundreds of years before he comes out!"
Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief.
"As for Xue Rengui, don't worry, he will definitely die!"
Someone asked curiously, and in order to make them fear him, Zan Xiruo did not hide anything and said with a smile: "I believe everyone has heard of the Chakravartin in the underworld. He has already surrendered to our Tubo. I'm afraid Xue Rengui's soul is being tortured in the underworld right now."
Everyone laughed when they heard this and praised the great prime minister for his power, saying that even the King of Hell worked for him.
At this time, a voice sounded, full of worry.
"The current Lord of the Underworld is Li Daoxuan's wife. If she knew about this, would she vent her anger on Tubo? I heard that she is famous for her decisiveness and cruelty in killing people."
Zan Xiruo laughed loudly and waved his hands, saying, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
“Not to mention that the Ghost Emperor has been in seclusion for many years. Even if she knew, she would not dare to blatantly interfere in the affairs of the living world. After all, from ancient times to the present, the underworld cannot directly interfere in the living world. This is called the difference between yin and yang!”
After a pause, he chuckled, burped, and showed an expression that every man understands.
"I heard that Chen Ziyu, dressed in red, is extremely beautiful. As a woman, she can actually become the emperor of the underworld. If I could ride this rouge-colored horse, I really don't know how it would feel..."
Intoxicated and lustful, he actually fantasized about the legendary Queen of the Underworld in public.
Some people in the audience began to change their expressions and advised him to say less, after all, there is a god above your head.
Unexpectedly, Zan Xiruo drank more and more, and his tone became more and more arrogant. At this moment, he seemed to have regarded himself as the master of the world, annexing the Tang Dynasty and ruling the world.
"Even if I give her ten times the courage, she would never dare to come to my Tibetan capital. Haha, do you think my Tibetan soldiers are just for show?"
He was about to say something else when suddenly, the ground shook violently, the candles in the room went out instantly, and the room was plunged into darkness.
The bright moon outside the house had been covered by dark clouds at some point, and a dark tide was sweeping across the sky and earth.
The howling cold wind blew through the city of Luoshui, bringing with it a chill that made the windows squeak when they were opened.
"Such... Such a strong yin energy!"
"That's not a dark cloud, it's... it's a ghost soldier!"
Someone screamed and trembled all over.
Everyone looked at it and gasped.
I saw that the dark tide that covered the sky and the moon was not dark clouds, but a dense and mighty army of ghost soldiers, like a raging storm!
Pairs of pupils burning with blue flames were like stars in the sky, looking down at them from above.
And in front of all the ghosts, there was a figure in red.
She rode a white jade snow dragon horse with its four hooves stepping on the moon. She wore red armor and her long hair was tied up with a red rope. She looked down on the world with cold and arrogant eyes. There was a dazzling fairy light flowing around her, and she was so awe-inspiring that no one could look directly at her.
Someone used his Dharma Eye to look at her, but she let out a scream and her body spontaneously combusted, turning into ashes within a few breaths.
The body of a god cannot be desecrated by mortals.
Chen Ziyu lowered her eyes like the abyss and lightly raised her jade hand. The hundred thousand ghost soldiers behind her drew their swords and their eyes flashed with murderous intent. The yin energy rushed straight into the sky and murderous aura swept across the royal city.
"Tonight, we will bloodbath Tibet."
