Yaoying's letter was carried by a carrier eagle over high mountains and steep ridges. When it passed through Sand City, it was intercepted and burned.

Outside the holy city.

The sky was dark, snowy and windy.

Biso led his followers through the snow, his felt hat covered with snowflakes. Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard, and a group of people rushed out of the city and caught up with him.

He immediately became alert, signaled to his attendant, slowly drew his sword, and was stunned when he saw the face of the person coming.

The person who came was the chief historian of Princess Chima's mansion.

"General, something terrible has happened!"

Bisha's eyelids twitched: "Is the king ill?"

The visitor was stunned and shook his head: "General, Prince Mobiduo killed his husband Aklie! Princess Chima is heartbroken, please return to the city as soon as possible!"

Bissau's head buzzed and he almost fell off his horse.

Akelie is dead?

He pulled the reins sharply, turned his horse around, and rushed back to the Holy City.

There was a sound of wailing in the princess's mansion. The servants were kneeling outside the corridor, crying. The generals of the imperial guards stood in the corridor, all with angry looks on their faces. Several officials stood aside, discussing something with them.

Bishuo hurried into the house and saw Akelie's body lying in a pool of blood, dead.

Princess Chima lay in front of him, tears streaming down her face.

Bisha fell to her knees.

"Mobito killed him." Princess Chima raised her head and wiped away the tears from her eyes. Her expression was cold. "It was Luojia who ordered it. Mobito has already confessed his guilt."

Bisha came to his senses, sneered and refuted: "Impossible! Why did the king want to kill Aklie? Where is Mobito? I will ask him myself!"

Princess Chima's eyes turned red: "Why did Luojia kill Aklie? Because Luojia wanted to kill me! Aklie died under Mobiduo's knife in order to save me."

Bi Suo frowned and said, "How could the king kill you? Stop talking nonsense. I will find out the truth and make sure Akelie does not die unjustly."

Princess Chima sneered, her voice like a snake winding through, "Why does Luojia want to kill me? Because I know his life experience! He killed so many people to cover up the secret, and also killed the temple master. Now, he wants to kill me!"

Bisu stared at Princess Chima blankly, his eyes filled with shock.

In an instant, the close relationship between the noble family and Princess Chima, the strange silence in the court after the war, Mobito being harassed everywhere, the caravan being killed, the monks in the temple identifying Sultan Gu, Bami's imprisonment...all these things rushed into his mind at the same time, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he understood it all.

Luoga is already so sick, yet they still want to plot against him!

Bi Suo stared at Princess Chi Ma, stood up suddenly, and drew his sword as fast as lightning. In a moment, the blade was against Princess Chi Ma's throat.

Luoga reminded him to check the people who had contact with Princess Chima. He told Luoga that Princess Chima had cut off contact with those people after she got married.

It was he who protected Princess Chima time and time again and shielded her in front of Luoga. He knew that Princess Chima knew a huge secret, but he still naively thought that the princess would not do anything out of line.

Bisa regretted her decision.

Princess Chima screamed: "You are going to kill me for Luoga?"

The blade was close to the flesh, and with just a little force it could cut Princess Chima's throat.

She struggled in fear: "Biso, you are crazy!"

Bisu was trembling all over. He looked at Princess Chima's face and hesitated for a moment.

There was a loud bang, the door closed behind him, footsteps came in, young officers rushed into the room, and slashed his arm with the back of their knives.

The long knife in his hand was snatched away.

Princess Chima took the opportunity to crawl to the side, coughing violently, her face tense: "Bisa, stop struggling, it's too late."

Bi Su looked at her coldly and smiled at herself.

Yes, it's too late, everything is too late. Chi Ma fell into someone else's trap. The aristocratic family must have known Luoga's life experience long ago.

Although Roga guessed all of this and asked him to cooperate with Mobido to lure out the real culprit...but now it doesn't matter who the real culprit is. Once the secret is revealed, even Roga can't control the situation.

"I was so stupid... to believe you..."

His eyes turned red and he glanced at Princess Chima with hatred.

At the wedding, she spoke so earnestly about reconciling with Luo Ga. Luo Ga gave her a chance, but she colluded with the aristocratic families in secret.

Akel died in her hands.

He looked around and exchanged glances with the generals one by one.

A few people looked ashamed and looked away, while the others said firmly, "Bisa, we have no choice. We are loyal to the royal family and the Tanmo family."

They knelt before him.

Bi Suo turned around and rushed out without saying a word.

"Stop him!"

Princess Chima said coldly.

Everyone rushed forward, a crowd of people. Bisha had an expressionless face. He pushed aside everyone who stood in his way, grabbed a horse, and ran towards the Wangsi without looking back.

There was a throng of people outside the princess's mansion. The inner three layers and outer three layers of the guards were waiting outside the mansion gate. More than half of the officials in the court had already arrived, and most of them were children of aristocratic families.

When they saw Bisa, they rushed up to her.

Bi Suo rushed out of the long street without even looking at them.

Several figures jumped onto the horses from different directions, grabbed him with all their might, and hit him so hard with their knives that his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Chi Ma ran out of the house with dishevelled hair. Seeing that Bi Suo was restrained, he breathed a sigh of relief and angrily said to everyone, "We can't wait any longer. Bi Suo won't agree. We can't persuade him. Let's go to the Wang Temple now and seek justice for the Prince Consort!"

Everyone looked at each other, and the guard general of the central army drew his sword and shouted, "The king's temple has been surrounded, and the troops stationed in various places have no time to react and can't rush back to rescue. The king has been deceived by traitors, repeatedly protecting the Han people and promoting foreigners. In order to cover up the secret, he killed young generals and princes-in-law in the court. We must get the king's abdication edict today!"

The soldiers on the steps responded in unison.

The officials surrounded Princess Chima and rushed to the royal temple. The sound of the wind was drowned out by the dense footsteps.

Wang Temple stood silently in the heavy snow.

When the monk-soldier saw the crowd of people coming in like a black pressure, he panicked for a moment and turned back to report that someone had rang the warning bronze bell. The sound of the bell echoed in the wind and snow, heavy and solemn.

The general rode on his horse and shouted, "So many outstanding men have died in Tiansheng City these days, and today the prince consort also died in an unclear manner. We want to see the king and ask him to give us an explanation!"

Heavy snow fell as the Guards advanced in layers, like towering walls, determined to crush everything in their way.

The monks retreated step by step.

During the stalemate, there were several loud bangs and the temple gate opened wide.

The monk soldiers carried the lotus throne out of the corridor and stood on the steps. The man on the throne looked around. He was dressed in a monk's robe, looked sick and haggard, but his aura was like the abyss and the towering mountains. A single look from him could make people involuntarily submit at his feet.

Everyone fell silent, as still as water except for the sound of suppressed, tense breathing. Several guards knights were terrified and knelt down tremblingly, dropping their weapons to the ground.

There were a few bangs, and the others were awakened. They dropped their weapons and knelt down.

The generals and officials were also shocked by Tanmarajiva's momentum. They were stunned for a while, then came to their senses and shouted with gritted teeth: "Everyone, get up! Take up your weapons!"

The soldiers looked at each other and picked up their weapons, but everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at Tanmaragha on the stage.

Yuanjue stood beside Tanmaraka and shouted, "You have trespassed into the temple without permission! You must be punished!"

The soldiers shuddered.

The general sneered twice and stepped forward: "We are not guilty! King, you ordered Mobito to kill Aklie, and the temple master also died in a strange way! Today, the ministers of the court, Princess Chima, and the major lords are all present, you..."

With a few whooshing sounds, feathered arrows flew through the air. Before Lang Jiang could finish his words, he let out a scream and fell off his horse.

Something unexpected happened and the situation changed abruptly. Before the officials could react, the monks who had been lying in ambush for a long time rushed out from the three alleys. Figures swayed on the wall, and their bows were densely drawn. Bami stood on the wall, waving flags and directing the archers.

The arrows were aimed at the people in front of the steps. As long as Tanmarajiva gave the order, thousands of arrows would be fired at the same time.

There is an ambush!

The officials were horrified and hurriedly hid behind their personal guards, retreating in panic.

All the intersections were blocked by monk soldiers, and the monk soldiers on the wall drew their bows and drew their arrows to the full extent.

The officials were forced back to the long steps, where they huddled together and looked around in confusion.

Princess Chima was startled and retreated out of the palace under the cover of her personal guards. The monk soldiers followed them closely and surrounded them.

On the stage, Tanmarajiva suddenly covered her lips and coughed.

Yuanjue was startled and immediately ordered the monks to carry him back to the temple.

Bamir found the bound Bisha, untied him, and brought him back to the palace.

Bi Suo woke up slowly, got up suddenly, and grabbed Bamil's clothes: "Send the king away from the holy city and go to Gaochang immediately, hurry up!"

Bami was stunned. They were just about to close the net, why did they want to leave?

"General, don't worry. The officials and guards who broke into the royal temple have been captured, and Princess Chima has also been captured... The king has sent people to various military camps to block the military headquarters. They can't cause any trouble..."

These people must be related to the murder, although they did not leave any clues. If they were arrested, they would be able to get something out of them. Tanmaraka sent him to prison as the regent king in order to make these people let down their guard and reveal their true colors.

I didn't expect them to be so impatient.

Bi Suo's eyes widened, his face twisted: "It's too late! No matter how many people we catch, it's too late! Hurry up! They know everything!"

Bamir's heart skipped a beat: "General, what happened?"

Without explaining, Bisha rushed into the inner hall, "King, you must leave the holy city immediately!"

Tanmarajiva had already explained everything and was almost unconscious. Upon hearing this, her brows furrowed slightly, she woke up and her eyes fell on his face.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard outside the palace, and a monk soldier rushed into the inner hall: "King, the guards, the imperial guards, the city defense soldiers...all of them suddenly disobeyed orders! The people we sent out were either captured or turned back to lead the way for them! The prime minister and the judge led them to the direction of the royal temple! They want us to release Princess Chima!"

Another monk soldier ran in, looking confused: "King, the elders in the temple ask us to leave the temple... The elders said that they want to see you and ask you to abdicate..."

Yuanjue's face turned pale and the blood rushed to his head.

There was an unexpected movement among the Royal Guards, and all the officials followed Princess Chima to break into the royal temple. All the other stationed soldiers turned against them, and even the monks came to force the king to abdicate.

Why?!

The king is so kind and so loved. When he was fighting against the aristocratic families, the royal guards and the central guards also loyally guarded the king. Why did they suddenly disobey the king's orders this time?

Princess Chima has never been popular. Why are the Prime Minister and others in collusion with Princess Chima?

Tanmarajiva remained calm and looked at Bisa.

"Bisa, what did you hide from me?"

He asked with a calm expression, as if he had expected this day to come.

With tears in her eyes, Bi Su knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

He kept the secret from Luo Jia for more than twenty years, but in the end, he couldn't keep it a secret.

"Your Majesty... your biological mother is not the former queen... your biological mother is a slave in the palace... she is a Han Chinese..."

Yuanjue and Bamir were stunned.

How could the people of the royal court accept that their Buddhist son was born to a Han slave!

Tanmarajiva was in a trance for a while.

"so it is."

He spoke calmly, his blue eyes like dead water, without any ripples.

No wonder Chi Ma broke up with him because of the Zhang family's affairs and hated him for so many years.

He was born to a Han slave, and Chima never considered him a younger brother.

"Bisa," Tanmaraka asked, "where is my biological mother?"

Bi Suo sobbed hoarsely, "After you were born, the Han woman died. The queen hated Han women and didn't want to keep you, so she ordered people to throw you into the river... But when you were born, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, with clouds and fairy music floating in the sky, as if gods and Buddhas appeared in the world, and the people of the holy city were amazed. The wet nurse believed in Buddhism and did not dare to kill. She persuaded the queen to keep you, saying that she could use the strange phenomenon of your birth to scare the noble family. At that time, the queen herself gave birth to a son two days ago. She was afraid that the child would be taken away by the noble family, so she followed the wet nurse's advice and asked someone to hand you over to the noble family..."

Who would pay attention to an insignificant slave? It was not until the Han woman gave birth that the palace discovered that she was pregnant. No one knew that two princes were born in the palace in those days.

Afterwards, Tanmaraka was imprisoned by the noble family instead of the queen's child and suffered a lot.

The sound of Bisha is harsh.

This secret has been buried deep in his heart. He dared not tell Luo Jia the truth. He knew that even if Luo Jia knew his life experience, he would still bear this burden without hesitation. However, how sad would Luo Jia be if he knew it! And it would probably affect Luo Jia's state of mind and cause Luo Jia to go crazy.

From birth, Roga has been the Queen's chess piece!

Tanmaraka looked at Bisha and asked: "Is the child born by the queen you?"

Yuanjue and Bamir's eyes widened with disbelief.

Bishomon trembled all over and tears fell like rain.

"It's me."

He is Luoga's elder brother, and he is two days older than Luoga.

The queen knew that the noble family would not let the Tanmo family go, so she secretly sent Bisha to the residence of the former princess. The princess raised him and let him inherit the title of the Ashina family.

He had been carefree since childhood, enjoying fine clothes and delicious food, and was doted on. When he grew up, he played among flowers, attracting bees and butterflies, and had never suffered any hardship. However, Roga was imprisoned in a dark execution hall, never seeing the light of day.

When he knew his life story, he went to the execution hall. He saw the boy reading Buddhist scriptures in the cell and felt guilty. He thought Luojia would be a gloomy, sensitive and irritable person, but Luojia was so calm and steady. Luojia was smarter and more hardworking than all of them.

The queen, the foster mother, and Princess Chima all told Bisha that letting Luojia be king was only a temporary measure. When Tanmo's family became strong, they would kill Luojia and let him be king.

Bisa didn't want to be king. Luoga had suffered so much, how could the queen ruthlessly get rid of him after using him?

Bisa became a close follower of Tanmar Loka and swore to be loyal to Loka forever. He wanted to use his loyalty to atone for Loka. Loka was his younger brother, who carried the Tanmar family on his own. His elder brother indulged in pleasure and could only atone for his sins by doing this.

Later, the queen died, and the foster mother also passed away. Princess Chima persuaded Bisa to resume his princely status and fight for power with Luojia, but Bisa flatly refused and made an agreement with Chima that no one would tell anyone about Luojia's identity in this life.

Bisha knew that if Luo Jia's identity was exposed, he would never use murder to cover up the secret, but the noble family would not miss this opportunity to frame Luo Jia! So Luo Jia could not abdicate.

Now, his premonition has come true.

Chi Ma still leaked the secret.

Bisuo cried hoarsely, "Chima is my sister... She suffered a lot when she was a child... I thought that as long as I took good care of her, she would not betray me... King, I have harmed you."

It was too late. No matter what he did, he could not make up for his debt to Luo Jia.

He knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and blood was dripping from his forehead.

My forehead suddenly felt cold.

Bisha raised his head.

Tanmaraka held the gilded staff in his hand and tapped his forehead. "It's good this way... After I die, you will inherit the throne and stabilize the situation as soon as possible... The noble families cannot be killed, nor can they be let off lightly. I have already made a plan and told you everything. You follow it step by step... This crisis is also an opportunity for you to establish your authority... Buddhist disciples cannot occupy the throne forever... Use me as bait to lure out everyone, Bisha, find Mobito, and work with him from inside and outside..."

Bi Suo opened her mouth. Shock, guilt, sadness...all flooded through her heart. She couldn't help crying.

"Wang, what about you?"

What should Roga do?

Tanmarajiva raised her eyelids and looked out the window towards the east.

"Remember what you promised me."

Bishao's tears flowed like a spring.

Suddenly, there were several sharp noises. The iron arrows pierced through the felt curtains and stuck on the carpet in the hall, with the arrow tails clanging.

Outside the hall, there were the sounds of footsteps, flaming flames, and shouting.

Yuanjue woke up and rushed to the bed trembling.

"King, let's leave through the secret passage!"

If the ministers in the royal court knew the king’s background, they would definitely depose him!

The wind blew, the felt curtains swayed gently, and the room was filled with the cool fragrance of sunken water.

Tanmarajiva, wearing a wide cassock, looked emaciated. He sat upright on the couch, stroking the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said calmly: "All things are impermanent, they are the law of birth and death. When birth and death are extinguished, nirvana is happiness."

Many years ago, when he chose to wear the Sultan's mask, he foresaw his own end.

If I don't go to hell, who will?

But he didn't expect that the cause was his background.

Fortunately, he sensed the storm was coming and sent her away.

"You should follow Bishuo and help him become king. Don't worry about me. My time is coming soon. I have nothing to worry about."

He held Buddhist beads in his hand and spoke to Yuanjue and Bamil.

Yuanjue cried out loud.

Bamir's eyes were red.

"There's still a chance! There's still a chance!"

Bisha suddenly stood up, drew the sword from Bamir's waist, rushed out of the inner hall, his eyes bloodshot.

"Close the temple gates! Kill all those who broke into the temple today. Don't let any of them go!"

There was chaos outside. The monk soldiers and monks were running around in panic. When they heard this, they were stunned.

"Killed them all?"

Bisha held the knife in his hand and walked briskly: "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

He ran straight towards the imprisoned Princess Chima and slashed her with a knife.

Kill Chima, and no one will be able to question Luoga's identity anymore. Kill her!

Princess Chima, with her hair disheveled and her teeth chattering, stared blankly at Bisha's knife chopping down at her.

Crazy! He's crazy!

"Bisa, I am your sister! I am your only relative!"

Bisha continued to chop.

Princess Chima screamed and ran away.

"General!"

The people next to him screamed in fear and hugged his waist.

"General! Don't be impulsive! There are so many people, it's impossible to kill them all!"

"General!"

Bamir chased after him and said, "The king has passed out."

Bi Suo suddenly woke up, threw away his sword, turned around and rushed back to the inner hall.

Tanmarajiva fainted. He was already exhausted and felt that he didn't have much time left. Now that he knew his life story, even if he had a will as strong as steel, he couldn't hold on any longer.

Bishuo calmed down, wiped his face, wiped away his tears, and with a gloomy look, he signaled Yuanjue to carry Tanmaragha.

"Let's go! Leave through the secret passage! Go to Gaochang!"

Luo Jia struggled to hold on and spent all his energy for the royal court, but just because he was born a Han Chinese, all the guards in the central army turned against him.

Master’s prophecy has come true.

Outsiders cannot kill Roga, and strong enemies cannot defeat Roga.

Only when one of our own people attacks will the knife cut into the bone gaps. Luo Jia felt hopeless.

Bishahun's blood surged.

He doesn't care about the chaos in the Holy City!

He didn't want to care about Luo Ga's previous plans...

He just wants Roga to survive!

At least, while Luo Jia is alive, let him see Princess Wen Zhao again!

Several people rushed into the secret passage.

…

Soon, the news spread throughout the streets and alleys of the holy city.

The people were horrified.

The royal court's central army was fully armed and surrounded the royal temple. All exits were guarded by guards, with their armor and swords shining coldly. The monks in the temple were trembling with fear and gathered in the main hall to recite scriptures silently.

Prajna was copying Buddhist scriptures in the scripture hall when she heard a commotion outside. She ran out and saw the soldiers searching everywhere. Her jaw almost dropped.

The monks actually let all these people in? Are they crazy?

He scolded the monks and soldiers, saying, "How can you be so disrespectful to the king?"

The soldiers gathered the monks together and rounded them up.

The prime minister stood on the high platform and shouted: "The son of Buddha is not worthy to be king! He is not the queen's blood! Bisha is the queen's son!"

Princess Chima was helped onto the stage. She gritted her teeth and took out two imperial edicts.

"Before their death, the previous king and queen left a will, passing the throne to the queen's son. Tanmarajika is not the queen's biological son, but the son of a Han slave! The Zhang family pushed him to the throne in order to confuse the royal bloodline. The real king is Bisha!"

Everyone was stunned.

Prajna stood among a group of monks, and her feet felt cold.

Isn’t the Buddha a king?

The monks were confused and whispered, "What should we do?"

The prime minister glanced at the audience and said, "Please ask the elder to come up!"

An old monk walked up the steps, looked at the frightened monks below, and sighed.

"The Buddha's son was not born to the queen... He was afraid that his identity would be exposed, so he killed the temple master, his husband, and officials in the court... Before the temple master passed away, he left a letter..."

The old monk's face was filled with sorrow.

"The Buddha's son is the Regent King Sultan Kublai."

"I am the junior fellow apprentice of Polo Liuzhi. I have seen the technique practiced by the Buddhist disciple. This technique is a secret technique of Buddhism. If one's mind is unstable while practicing this technique, it may backfire and cause one to go crazy and kill people. Now, the identity of the Buddhist disciple has been exposed... If we don't stop him, he will definitely become a demon..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks came up to the crowd, holding a bunch of weapons, books, masks and other items.

"I swear in the name of Buddha that every word I say is true. If I say anything false, I will go to hell forever. The Buddha's son is the Sultan. Every time the Buddha's son goes into seclusion, it is just to hide his identity."

There was a sudden thunder in the heavy snow.

Arrays of scorched earth bombs rolled by, and everyone's ears were filled with constant roars and their bodies were trembling.

The Buddha's son is actually the Regent King!

Buddhists have killed countless people!

The Vajra Asura who kills people like crazy and the compassionate Buddha who has profound Buddhist knowledge are the same person!

All the strength in Prajna's body was drained out, and he fell to the ground.

In the chaos, several soldiers rushed out from the back of the palace: "They ran away! There's no one inside, they must have escaped through the secret passage!"

"Who knows the entrance to the secret passage?"

Everyone shook their heads.

A guard shouted, "There is a secret exit leading to the zoo!"

"We can't let Sultan go... He has already started to kill innocent people..." The old monk shook his head and sighed, clasping his hands together, "Either let him continue to be king, or kill him..."

The prime minister exchanged glances with others and quickly made a decision.

They could not accept a son of a Han slave as king. The Buddha's son and the regent were the same person. Keeping him would be a hidden danger and out of control. They had to get rid of the Buddha's son and support Bisha to ascend the throne.

“Catch up!”

Armor and swords clashed as the soldiers all gave chase.

Prajna followed them in a daze.

The news has already spread to every corner of the holy city.

There was a huge crowd outside Wang Temple. The people stood outside the temple gate in a daze. Some were shouting, some were arguing loudly, and more devout believers were kneeling in the snow, crying loudly. It was a very sad scene.

The Buddha and the Regent King are the same person! The Buddha they believe in is not the son of the queen, but the child of a Han slave!

"I don't believe it!"

"It's fake! The Buddha has already passed away. This Sultan is fake! He is pretending to be a Buddha!"

One after another, believers rushed towards the temple gate, howling, and blood splattered everywhere.

Prajna's vision became blurry. She touched her face and found that it was covered in tears.

His Buddha's disciples are fake.

Prajna turned and ran away.

Soldiers, monks, civilians, and officials, wave after wave, rushed to the zoo.

The guards of the zoo stepped forward to stop them. Princess Chima held up the will. The guards of the central army stepped forward and shouted, "Here is the will of the late king and queen. You must retreat immediately!"

People and horses were falling to the ground, and there were human voices and horse neighs. Several waves of people and horses collided with each other, and no one knew whose orders to obey. There were chaotic figures and shouts everywhere, and it was a mess.

Bisha, Yuanjue and Bamil led Tanmaraka out of the secret passage, and several horses galloped towards the back mountain, with a colorful leopard following closely behind them. More than 20 loyal guards covered them, riding their horses and shooting arrows at the guards who were chasing them.

"It's the Sultan's leopard! The Buddha is indeed the Sultan!"

"Catch them!"

"Catch the fake Buddhists who are defiling the Dharma!"

Inciting shouts arose from the crowd, the place was in an uproar, and the crowd rushed forward.

Feather arrows flew out, and the bodyguards fell off their horses one after another.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried horse hooves rang out on both sides of the long road. Guards in blue shirts and white robes, carrying bows on their shoulders, rushed out from behind the snow-covered rocks, pulled their longbows to full draw, and surrounded Bisha and his men.

Arrows rained down like locusts, and everyone was hit in the arms, shoulders, and legs. They gritted their teeth and cut off the arrows.

The leopard roared several times, then pounced on a guard who was about to shoot an arrow and bit off half of his palm.

The guard held his bloody hand in his hand, and his screams echoed over the snow.

Everyone was horrified. Others drew their swords and stepped forward, stabbing the leopard again and again. The leopard roared angrily, jumped to a guard, and slashed the guard's belly with its sharp claws.

The guards were terrified and rode their horses to the side, hiding behind rocks. More than a dozen of them drew their bows at the same time.

The feather arrows covered the leopard.

"Ah, be careful!"

Bisha roared.

The leopard dodged back and forth nimbly and pounced towards the guards. The guards suppressed their fear and stepped forward to fight with it. Pistols, swords, and spears fell. The leopard's body was full of arrows, and its shiny fur was soon soaked with blood. Still, it kept rushing forward to protect its owner.

The guards saw that it seemed to be running out of energy, so they took the opportunity to rush forward and stabbed it deeply with their spears. The leopard kept struggling, biting and injuring several guards, then turned around, took a look at the dying Tanmaraka on the horse's back, raised his paws, and fell to the ground. The guards stepped forward and stabbed it with their spears.

The leopard's body twitched a few times and then became motionless.

"Ah!"

Yuanjue cried out.

There was a loud eagle cry in the sky, and a huge eagle suddenly swooped down, grabbing the Guards with its sharp claws.

The Guards shot arrows in a hurry. After the eagle scratched a few of the Guards, it let out a mournful cry and flew up into the sky with two feather arrows, flying lower and lower.

"Garuru!" Yuanjue shouted, "Run! Run!"

Bisuo's eyes were red enough to bleed. He raised his head and looked at the densely packed guards surrounding him and the common people in the distance.

"You just watch your king being hunted down!"

People, you look at me and I look at you.

Yuanjue shouted in despair, "Get out of the way! The king is about to die, do you really want to kill him all?"

"Please, get out of the way!"

"More than ten years ago, when the Northern Rong besieged the city, all the nobles fled with their families. Wang was only thirteen years old. He could have escaped, but he didn't! He knew that the Northern Rong would definitely massacre the city, so he led the monks back to defend the Holy City."

"Eight years ago, in the summer, the snow on the mountains took a long time to melt. Not a blade of grass grew within a hundred miles. Everywhere was hit by the disaster. The king opened his private treasury to help the people, saving countless lives!"

"Seven years ago, the king personally led his troops to eliminate the marauding tribes on the trade route, opened up trade with western countries, lowered taxes, attracted merchants, and made the holy city's market the most prosperous market on the trade route."

"The powerful and wealthy have razed your estates, snatched away your wives and daughters, and plundered your property. The Regent has been there for you. He has enforced the law impartially, and no one has ever died under his sword!"

"Every time the Northern Rong invaded, the king put on his armor and went into battle, bowing his head and doing his utmost to ensure the safety and prosperity of the people."

"The king knew that he would not live long, so he established alliances with various countries to ensure that the royal court would remain stable and peaceful after his death..."

"The king is selfless!"

Yuanjue cried, "Just because he is not the queen's son, you are going to destroy him?"

The soldiers' faces showed emotion, and some of them quietly put down their weapons.

Bisha's colleague rode forward. He was one of the generals that Tanmaraka relied on in the past. "Bisha, he is not our king. He is the son of a Han slave. He favors the Han people and foreigners. He is not worthy of being the king of the royal court!"

"Yes, he is Sultan!"

"He is not worthy of being a Buddhist!"

"He's gone crazy, we can't let him go!"

"The son of a Han Chinese is not worthy to be our king! He is even less worthy to be our son of Buddha! He deceived us! He deceived Buddha! He deserves death!"

"He has defiled the Buddhist temple!"

The people said coldly.

The soldiers paused and gripped their swords tightly.

Bisuo rode forward, glanced at the faces of the soldiers who refused to retreat and the indifferent civilians, and laughed loudly towards the sky.

"I thought that Roga would really go crazy."

"I kept an eye on him all the time, fearing that he would become emotionally shaken."

"I was afraid he would go crazy because of his love, so I tried my best to stop him."

Bisa turned around and looked at Tanmaragha.

"He didn't. He always remembered his responsibilities. The people he loved respected his beliefs and choices and did not force him to abandon his identity."

Bi Su raised his head, looked at the soldiers who were blocking their way and the angry civilians around them, spat and laughed.

"I never thought that one day, it would be his own people who would push Roga to the brink of death! It was the royal court that he had protected with all his blood and sweat!"

"It's not that he is unworthy to be the king of the royal court, but that you are not worthy of having a king like him!"

The long road was completely silent, with only the sound of wind and snow howling.

The generals of the Guards frowned and exchanged glances.

It's not that they were unaware of Tanmaragha's hardships over the years, but the royal court had never allowed the son of a Han slave to ascend the throne. Moreover, Tanmaragha, a Buddhist, was actually the same person as the regent. He had killed so many people. The aristocratic families hated the Sultanahmet deeply, and the people could not accept Tanmaragha's life experience. They had decided to support Bisuo to ascend the throne and must force Tanmaragha to abdicate.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "He has known his identity for a long time. He has been trying to protect the Han people all these years. He wants to give the royal court to the Han people! Let him go, he will find the Han people of the Wei Dynasty and lead them to fight back!"

"Are we going to be enslaved by the Han people in the future?"

"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts!"

The guards came to their senses and shouted, "We can't let him go! He will collude with the Han people!"

Bi Suo drew his sword: "Who dares to stop me?!"

When everyone was in a state of panic, Princess Chima rushed over with her men, "Biso, come back!"

Bisa's face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were red, and he rode his horse to stop Yuanjue. Tanmaraka was unconscious and was firmly protected by Yuanjue.

Princess Chima gritted her teeth in hatred and said, "Bisha, you are the king of the royal court. I promise you that I will let Luojia go and only dethrone him!"

Bi Suo said coldly: "Foolish woman! Do you think your words will count? Do you think those who helped you to plan this will let Luo Jia go? Do you think they will be loyal to me if they kill Luo Jia?"

Princess Chima was furious: "I have the will of my father and mother. The monks in the temple, the civil and military officials in the court, the guards of the central army, the monk soldiers, and the people of the holy city... everyone is on my side! They are all loyal to the Tanmo family! The reason why Luojia is supported by them is because his last name is Tanmo!"

Bisuo's eyes were gloomy: "The Tanmo family has long lost power! Your glory, the stability of the royal court, and my freedom in these years were all fought for by Luo Jia with his life! Without Luo Jia, the Holy City would have been trampled by the horses of the Northern Army! How could Luo Jia's life story be spread so quickly? Why did the various armies take so long to arrive? Who leaked the matter of Sultan Gu? Someone is inciting people and disrupting the situation! You are just a pawn used by them!"

"When they achieve their goal, I will be nothing more than a puppet. How can the noble families truly respect me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several sharp noises, and iron arrows shot out from all directions, carrying a cold murderous aura, and headed straight for him.

Princess Chima was furious and swung her whip at the generals beside her: "Who told you to shoot arrows? What if you hurt Bisu? He is your king!"

The generals quickly dodged and ordered to stop shooting arrows.

But in the chaos, the soldiers could not hear the orders at all. People kept shouting and cursing, and iron arrows flew over their heads one after another.

"General, this way!"

A dozen horses rushed into the Guards from behind. The men on horseback were all burly and they forcibly opened a gap. The man in the lead motioned to Bisa, "General, this way!"

Bi Suo was startled when he recognized Jin Bo and his men. He immediately spurred his horse and rushed over. Yuan Jue, Bamir and other bodyguards quickly followed.

Jin Bo and his men protected them and helped them break out of the encirclement.

The Guards panicked for a moment and rode in pursuit, but another horse suddenly emerged from the side, waving its long swords wildly.

The man on the horse was none other than Prajna, the Buddha's personal guard, and it was he who brought Jin Bo and his subordinates.

He shook out a pile of caltrops from his sleeves to cover the retreat of Bishuo and his men.

"Whether the king is the queen's son or not..."

He drew out his long sword and chanted a Buddhist name.

An iron arrow pierced his chest, bringing up a burst of fresh