Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

The sandalwood incense curled up, and Dharma Indra looked like an ancient Buddha statue, sitting quietly on a cushion covered with exquisite brocade.

He was wearing a plain monk's robe. Although the edges of the collar and cuffs were old, they were washed clean and exuded the air of time.

His face was thin, his eyes slightly closed, and he was enveloped in a tranquility other than this world. He seemed oblivious to the panic and arguments of the people around him.

He entered Buddhism at a young age and spent long years immersed in Sanskrit sounds and scriptures.

Over the years, he has comprehended many essentials of Buddhism and experienced countless inner trials, and has long achieved a state of mind as calm as still water, without any ripples.

In his eyes, fame, wealth, disputes, honor and disgrace in the world are nothing but illusions, and there are very few things that can truly cause ripples in his heart.

Shijumo turned to look at Dharmaindra and spoke again, "Then do you know why the Tang Dynasty no longer sends anyone to learn Buddhism from you?"

He deliberately lowered his voice to create a mysterious atmosphere, then suddenly raised his voice and said decisively: "That's because the current Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is destroying Buddhism!"

The words "destroy Buddhism" were like a thunderclap, instantly breaking the inner peace of Dharma Indra.

The string of Buddhist beads in his hand, which were originally rotating at a constant speed at his fingertips, suddenly stopped.

He slowly opened his eyes, shock and anger flashed in them, and he looked at Shi Jiumo with a sharp gaze. For the first time, an expression of emotion that was difficult to conceal appeared on his calm face.

Seeing Dharmaindra's reaction, Shijumo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he thought to himself: "I finally convinced him, the matter is almost settled."

Dharma Indra holds a high status in the Indian Buddhist community. As long as he joins, the power of the united resistance against the Tang Dynasty will be greatly enhanced.

Sure enough, things went very smoothly afterwards.

Thanks to Shi Jiumo's unremitting efforts, the four kings put aside their past grudges, reached an agreement, and decided to join hands to fight against the Tang Dynasty.

They sat around a huge stone table, on which was spread a drawn map of India. Everyone had frowned, pointed at the map with their fingers, and discussed intensely how to defend against the enemy.

Just as the four were discussing heatedly, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a guard with a panicked look walked in quickly, holding a tightly sealed letter in his hand.

He walked straight to Shi Jiumo, knelt on one knee, raised the letter high with both hands, and presented it respectfully.

Shi Jiumo was slightly startled, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

He slowly took the envelope and looked at the people around him. He saw that the other three people also had puzzled expressions and cast inquiring glances at him, wondering what news the letter at this critical moment brought.

Malava was already impatient, and at this moment he could no longer contain himself. He took a quick step forward and snatched the envelope directly from Shijumo's hand.

He frantically unfolded the letter. But after just one glance, his face turned pale, his eyes widened with fear, and the letter in his hand fell uncontrollably.

As everyone looked at Malava's distraught appearance, their doubts grew stronger and the atmosphere became more depressing.

Shi Jiumo stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Malapo, what's wrong with you?"

In his impression, Malava was always brave, and it was rare to see him look so frightened.

Malwa stretched out his hand tremblingly, his finger pointed directly at Shijuma. His lips trembled for a long time before he stammered, "You...you are right."

"What did I say?"

Shi Jiumo's face was filled with confusion, and he subconsciously bent down to pick up the letter on the ground.

Malwa took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "The Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty is coming! Heavenly soldiers and generals, they are indeed heavenly soldiers and generals!"

The sound echoed in the empty conference room, and everyone froze in place. The originally noisy discussion came to an abrupt end, replaced by deathly silence.

……

In Eastern India, a cold wind blows across this land ravaged by war.

Li Jingyou rode a tall and strong black warhorse and walked majestically at the front of the team.

Behind him was the mighty Tang army, with the Five-Colored Flag and the Three-Star Flag fluttering in the wind, demonstrating the majesty of the Tang Dynasty.

Wherever they went, it was like hell on earth, with deathly silence.

Although the sons of officials who set foot on the battlefield for the first time had heard about the cruelty of war before setting off, when they witnessed the bloody scene with their own eyes, their bodies still instinctively felt strongly uncomfortable.

In front of us is a small country in Eastern India. At this moment, the entire country has been slaughtered.

Corpses were lying all over the narrow, winding streets, with blood gurgling from under them, gathering into dark red streams that flowed slowly along the terrain, emitting a pungent, fishy smell.

His internal organs were scattered all over the floor, some still steaming.

Many corpses were ruthlessly trampled by horses' hooves, with their limbs mutilated and mixed with the soil, making them difficult to distinguish.

This scene made many officials' children turn pale and their stomachs churn.

They dismounted one after another, some leaned against the wall, some squatted on the side of the road, vomiting so much that they were almost vomiting bile.

Even Li Jingyou felt a stomach cramp and a strong feeling of nausea rising up his throat, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed the discomfort with his strong willpower.

Those who did not dismount to vomit suppressed their inner fear and discomfort, sat on their horses, their eyes full of shock.

Those who dismounted and vomited stepped on intestines, brains and other things scattered on the ground as soon as their feet touched the ground. The feeling of nausea instantly intensified, and they vomited violently, as if they wanted to vomit out all their internal organs. The scene was horrific.

Wang Wen rode on his horse, quietly watching the shocking scene before him.

His face was solemn and his eyes were filled with compassion.

He was different from others. He had seen dead people and many dead animals before, so when faced with such a scene, he did not feel nauseous and vomit like others.

But his heart was full of emotion.

What made him uncomfortable was such a brutal war and such great military achievements.

In history books, it is likely that the final conclusion will be summed up in one sentence: "The Tang Dynasty destroyed India."

He felt that this was too simple and hasty. This short sentence could not show the bravery of the Tang army in this war, nor could it reflect the cruelty and sacrifice behind the war. It was even more unfair to the Tang soldiers who died in the war.

At this moment, the idea of ​​writing history came to Wang Wen's mind for the first time.

He has always had the habit of writing a diary. At this moment, he secretly made up his mind to record in detail everything he had experienced during this period, so that future generations can truly understand the full picture of this war, remember those lives lost in the war, and make history no longer just a simple and cold written record, but a real memory full of blood.

From the messy footprints, bloodstains and traces of destroyed buildings on the ground, it can be seen that this small country has no ability to resist the Tang army.

The vanguard troops led by General Qin crossed the entire country almost unhindered like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, leaving behind only a dead silence.