Chapter 358

Competition.

A folk name for Zoroastrian sacrificial ceremony, every time it is held, it will attract many people to watch.

At this moment, a group of people from the Western Regions with high nose bridges and deep eye sockets gathered around the Zoroastrian Temple to play, play, play and sing. Some played the pipa, some beat the drums, some played the flute, and they sat or stood.

But it would be a big mistake to compare these people with those humble jugglers.

In fact, most of them were wealthy merchants from the Western Regions who came to Datang to operate, almost monopolizing the horse and spice trade in the Western Market.

Now there is Jiedu envoy An Lushan to support him, and even Buddhism and Taoism are unwilling to suppress it, so as not to offend the Hu people in the court.

"My lord, please."

The priest in red went back and forth. He took a piece of roast lamb tenderloin from the grill and presented it to Lu Li on a gold plate, while another priest handed over a silver dagger with both hands.

As for Miss Millis and Miss Qianrui, they were directly ignored.

Monk Jing is a heretic, so he was able to step in here and not be expelled because of Lu Li's face.

In the eyes of the priests, Qianrui is no different from ordinary Han people. She can watch the sacrificial ceremony, but she is not entitled to receive courtesy.

That's right, Zoroastrianism is extremely xenophobic. Even though they are in Chang'an, they still refuse to accept Tang followers, and only spread it among the barbarian circles.

"Why don't you see Da Sabao?"

Lu Li held the plate and looked around, but didn't move the dagger.

"Big Sabao is taking the holy fire."

The red priest spoke Chinese very fluently, but after answering, he turned his head and babbled a lot of Sogdian to the congregation.

Immediately afterwards, a big Hu man wearing a pointed felt hat and tunic-flowered lapel robe stepped out from the crowd. He was not a businessman, but a congregation of the temple.

The Hu Monk nodded to Lu Li first, and smiled kindly, then pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his stomach.

A sharp cry sounded from her side, and Miss Qianrui saw blood spurting from the wound, but the Hu Monk didn't care, and continued to commit suicide.

In this regard, the Hu people said that they are used to it. They enjoyed the performance while eating barbecue.

Not long after, a sharp blade broke out from his back, and the Zoroastrian monk still had no intention of stopping. He took off his shirt and turned around slowly, as if he was checking for everyone.

"Illusion in the Western Regions?"

Qianrui seems to have slowed down and glimpsed the truth.

But Lu Li shook his head, and said calmly, "It's not an illusion, at least I didn't see that it was an illusion."

The so-called illusion, which is inferior to deceiving vision, is not only deceiving vision, but also deceiving the sense of smell of bystanders, or other things.

From his point of view, the Zoroastrian monk really ripped open his stomach, cut him horizontally and vertically, his heart was broken, but the strange thing was that his heartbeat was still as usual, just like a normal person.

At this time, the red-robed priest looked at the doorman who was washing the wound with holy water, and asked quite meaningfully, "How does your honor feel?"

"Zoroastrianism has wonderful methods."

After saying that, Lu Li smiled, and watched the disemboweled Zoroastrian monk walk back to the crowd.

"In this case, I would like to invite you to watch it again."

After being signaled, another Zoroastrian monk came out. He didn't bring a knife, but he took a long iron nail that was half the height of a person. Tianling Gai stabbed straight.

"The poor monk wants to go to the Zoroastrian Ancestral Hall in Suzhou. What does the nobleman want? I can get it for you." The monk looked at Lu Li cheerfully, and there was a person standing beside him, holding a big hammer and constantly beating on the nails. Not long after, the nail head protruded from Monk Hu's armpit, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Suzhou is located in the northwest border, thousands of miles away from Chang'an, Lu Li really can't guess what method this Zoroastrian monk intends to use.

"If you don't think about it well, you don't have to worry, the monk can last for a while." The bearded man looked indifferent, sitting cross-legged on the ground and waiting patiently.

"How about roasted hump?"

It was the first time Lu Li came into contact with this kind of mysterious technique, he didn't have any fear in his heart, he just wanted to open his eyes.

The Northwest is dominated by camel transportation, which can be used not only as a load, but also as food. The Zoroastrian monk said that he would go to Suzhou for a trip. Wouldn’t it be too much to bring a roasted hump back?

"Well, my lord, stay here for a while, and I will come back as soon as I go." The bearded man with iron nails under his arm clasped his hands and laughed, jumped up, and really flew away.

Didn't wake up?

Under the illusion?

Seeing this scene, Lu Li finally became serious, and began to use his Qi machine to sense Greedy Wolf, and the black-maned horse felt it, and leaned closer to his master.

"Don't be nervous." The red-robed priest looked behind Lu Li, his pupils shrinking slightly, "I teach that there is no malice, and the nobleman has the luck of the court, so nothing can invade him."

"We are here to show my Fire Worship Cult mystery."

Subconsciously, Lu Li looked at Jing Monk Millis, who was holding the cross in his hand and reciting his scriptures with his eyes closed.

"Lang...wolf..."

Qian Rui's body trembled, and she felt that the world she had lived in for sixteen years had become extremely strange.

Of the two monks who survived being pierced by a sharp weapon, one of them was able to fly in the air. Dali Qing, who had been with him for a day, was even more frightening. Behind him was a green wolf with an indifferent expression. Just taking a sneak peek at him, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Don't worry, my lord, the monk is coming home!"

The voice seemed to come from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in front of him.

The iron nail was still clamped under the armpit, but there was a golden basin in his hand, which was steaming and fragrant.

"Today is the day of prayer, and the Zoroastrian Temple in Suzhou has also prepared tributes, and there just happened to be a roasted hump that the nobleman asked for."

In order to prove that he really went to Suzhou, the barbarian monk let go of his clenched fists, and a handful of snow sand picked up from the ground appeared in front of everyone.

"What is the meaning of your teaching?"

Lu Li frowned, as if he would strike out if there was any disagreement.

Nagging.

However, there is also a piece of valuable information: the imperial court is lucky, and all laws are invincible.

This is very likely the reason why Xie Chong didn't cause too much trouble.

"Da Sabao dreamed of the supreme god Ahura Mazda last night. He said that a predestined person came to Chang'an and told us to serve him well."

Lu Li was not surprised by this. After all, Millis, the King Monk, was looking for him.

"Thank you for the hospitality of your monastery. It's an eye-opener for me. I'm very honored. It's just that there is something urgent to deal with..."

Hearing this, the two red-clothed priests didn't know what Lu Li meant, and they said in unison, "After Da Sabao lights the holy fire and completes the blessing ceremony, the nobleman can leave."

Holy fire?

Burn my remnant body, blazing sacred fire, what joy is there in life, why bother in death? Eliminate evil for good, only for light. Joy and sorrow, all return to dust. Pity me the world, there are so many sorrows! Pity me the world, there are so many sorrows!

The supreme martial artist, with his precious sword and dragon slaying, commands the world, no one dares not to obey...

Thinking of this, Lu Li felt a little out of character.

"The Dynasty and the Field: Volume Three":

Both Lidefang in Henan Province and Xifang in Nanshi have Huzhe Temples. Every year, Shanghu prays for blessings, cooks pigs and sheep, plays pipa, drums and flutes, sings and dances. After the god of worship, a monk was recruited to be the master of the god, and those who watched gave money and gave it to him. The master took a horizontal knife, the sharpness was the same as the frost and snow, and it couldn't blow the hair, and stabbed the abdomen with the knife, the blade came out of the back, still disturbing the intestines and bleeding. After eating, spray water to curse it, and it will calm down as before. This covers the illusion of the Western Regions.

At the Zoroastrian Shrine in Liangzhou, on the day of prayer, the Lord Zoroast nailed it from the forehead with iron nails, pierced the armpit, and went out immediately. To the West Zoroastrian God, a dance is over, and to the old Zoroastrian place, the nails are pulled out without any damage. Lying down for more than ten days, he recovered as before. I don't know why.

This chapter takes these two old events as the blueprint and deifies them.

ps. Three shifts tomorrow, two shifts today, I didn’t sleep well last night, I was sleepy