In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

Li Yuanchang's heart instantly burned with fervor: "Tonight, I will punish you severely!"

"what!"

Murong Ji screamed, lost her balance, and was pulled down with a thud, slamming into the ground and trembling violently.

The passionate breaths and domineering kisses quickly stirred up their emotions.

Murong Ji was moved.

"Your Highness, you can strangle me."

"..."

October seventeenth.

The stagnant city of Fuai was suddenly shattered.

The rapid sound of horses' hooves echoed through the royal city as a guard drove a carriage into the palace.

One of the prison vans attracted the attention of the city's residents.

"That...that's the golden chariot of the Bon religion?"

The symbol formed by two swastikas is particularly eye-catching; it is called "Yungdrung Chaxin," a symbol of the Bon religion.

There are also believers in Tuyuhun.

Some people rubbed their eyes hard, then were shocked. Some unsuspecting people even knelt down and worshipped the golden carriage as if they had seen a living Buddha.

It was early morning when Li Yuanchang, who was still fast asleep, was woken up. He hurriedly dressed and rushed out, his hearty laughter echoing throughout the palace.

"Hahaha!"

"Our army is valiant! Our army is valiant! A generous reward! A generous reward!"

Where is he/she?

He was in high spirits; the matter he had been waiting for for half a month had finally come to a satisfactory end.

As long as the person doesn't come back, it feels like a weight is constantly on his mind.

We arrived at a certain palace.

Liao Jie and Huang Tu had arrived ahead of time to wait. The two were travel-worn, with minor injuries on their bodies, and their lips and cheeks were already peeling from the harsh ultraviolet rays of the plateau.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"Hahaha, get up, you did a great job! I will reward you two handsomely!" Li Yuanchang personally helped them up.

Both of them had smiles on their faces.

"Huh, how did you get hurt?"

"Your Highness, it's nothing serious. I was accidentally cut while fighting the Tibetans," Huangtu said with a smile.

"What kind of Tamu tribe could possibly harm you?"

Huang Tu said, "Your Highness, it was the Nine Goddesses who were injured by Cangyang Shuituo's guards."

"Those dozens of men caused us some difficulties. They were not ordinary soldiers; they could fight ten against one and were fearless in the face of death."

"If we hadn't brought Han Lei along, they would have rallied their tribesmen and driven us back."

At this point, both he and Liao Jie showed signs of lingering fear.

"oh?"

Li Yuanchang was astonished. Who were the people of the high-mountain tribe? They were all ferocious beasts, yet even they had almost been overthrown?

His gaze slowly fell on the golden carriage parked in the square, which was blocked off by wooden planks.

It seemed as if a pair of eyes had seen through it all.

Li Yuanchang's lips curled into a smile: "What about Rhodiola rosea?"

"Your Highness, it's still further ahead. We didn't just gather five thousand plants; they were everywhere, covering the entire mountainside. The Tamu tribe had taken them all. After we broke through, their slaves fled in the chaos, so we essentially got them for free."

"In addition, the first batch of people sent to make the deal were also rescued. Two of them were crippled, and the others were tortured to the point that they could hardly walk."

"This Bon woman is extremely ruthless. All the ritual implements she uses are made of human bones, and the slaves over there are chained up for life!" Liao Jie frowned, with a hint of physical aversion.

Li Yuanchang nodded, not surprised; that's how it was in ancient Tibet.

He wanted to see if these people really had three heads and six arms.

"Tear it down."

"yes!"

Guo Chao and others stepped forward personally, took out knives, and began to pry open the gold cart.

As the wooden planks crumbled, the golden carriage gradually revealed its true form. It was incredibly luxurious, with even the edges gilded, and the sides of the carriage were inlaid with objects resembling magical artifacts.

"Get down!"

Guo Chao wasn't going to tolerate this, and almost violently dragged the person out.

The goddess Cangyang Shutuo was dressed in a long black robe, holding a magic weapon in her hand, giving her the appearance of a shaman. Her sleeves and collar were decorated with red and yellow silk threads, showing the style of Tibet.

She was around twenty years old, exceptionally young, and tall. Unlike most Tibetans with their rough and dark complexions, she was pampered and had excellent health.

Adorned with necklaces and gold-woven ornaments on her forehead, she appeared divine and noble, with a pair of unfathomable dark pupils beneath them.

For some reason, her pupils seemed darker than those of ordinary people, with less white in her eyes. Looking at her was like being sucked in. Just her appearance alone could probably fool a large number of uneducated Tibetan people.

"Goddess, it wasn't easy to invite you here," Li Yuanchang said with a smile as he approached and teased.

The goddess remained silent, her dark pupils staring at him with an almost chilling intensity.

"Tsk tsk."

"Goddess, you seem very unhappy?"

At this moment, Tsangyang Suitaku mumbled something.

"Your Highness, who did she say you were?"

"who I am?"

"I have come to punish the Bon religion," Li Yuanchang said with a smile.

Once the words were translated, the goddess's expression grew even colder: "Arrogant fool, your disrespectful words will surely be punished by the mountains, rivers, and gods."

"Alright, alright, your Bon religion's methods can't control me, nor can they intimidate me."

"What kind of bullshit cult can replace mountains and rivers?"

"If you're so powerful, how did you end up here?" Li Yuanchang showed no mercy, dragging the entire Bon religion into the conversation and launching a tirade.

Cangyang Shuituo was furious upon hearing this and was about to make a move when Guo Chao and the others pinned him to the ground.

She raised her head, her gold jewelry dangling, her expression agitated, her dark eyes filled with hatred: "How dare you insult Bon religion and my god! I curse you and your army to a horrible death!"

"The divine grace of the plateau will surely bury you!"

Snapped!

Li Yuanchang slapped Cangyang Shuituo hard across the face.

The ornament on her forehead was slapped off and flew away. Her hair was disheveled, and her cheeks quickly swelled up and even bled.

Cangyang Mizutaku seemed stunned by the slap, and the burning pain gradually pulled her back to reality.

"Heh, look at you, even the gods of Bon bleed."

"I thought you were immortal."

"Don't you all boast that you are the creator gods?"

"What's going on now? Did God get beaten up?"

The extremely sarcastic words enraged Tsangyang Mizutaku, who felt an unprecedented humiliation, but there was nothing he could do but stare at Li Yuanchang with a fierce look.

He said, word by word: "Your retribution will come soon!"

"Oh, really?"

"Then I'll be waiting."

"But remember, you are no longer the god who tyrannizes Tibet, and the laws of Bon religion can no longer restrain you here."

"Even if you are gods, that's only in Tibet. Outside of Tibet, no one will recognize you. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. In this place, the Tang Dynasty calls the shots!" Li Yuanchang said domineeringly.

Cangyang Shuituo sneered upon hearing this, remaining silent. She had absolute confidence in her Bon religion, and her gaze was as if she were looking at a dead man.

When Li Yuanchang saw this expression, he knew that this woman was not going to cooperate.

This is a pyramid scheme that has completely brainwashed people. When they brainwash others, they have also been thoroughly brainwashed by the Bon religion, probably having been indoctrinated with that religious knowledge since childhood.

If Bon were in the 21st century, it would be considered an evil religion, and the whole world would be against it.