"Go and check it out." Song Beiyun raised his hand: "How many Zoroastrian believers are there in the city."

Zoroastrianism is also very interesting. When Song Beiyun heard this name, the first thought was "Daiqisi, the saint of Ming Cult", and the regret of the man Xiao Zhao.

In fact, the Persian General Tower of Zoroastrianism is no longer possible at this stage. They are working hard to create differentiated sects outside to avoid being completely erased by the Green Cult. It is understandable that they choose China, because there is obviously a soil for religious breeding here.

Religion is really fatal. The White Lotus Sect is a typical example. If it is passed on incorrectly, it will become a cult if you are not careful.

However, Song Beiyun could not agree that any foreign sect was born in the local area, nor would he allow any religious war to take place on his own territory. He was doing the Demon-Destroying Holy Sword, engaged in atheism, and materialism, and gave him the entire religious war. Wouldn't it be a slap him in the face?

Things were progressing within a few days. There were about 750 Zoroastrian believers in Chang'an City, and the list was presented to him.

On the list, he suddenly saw the name of the woman who was pickled with spices. The strange name before was actually a stage name. Her real name was Palwanna, and a note was added later, the Chinese name Butterfly.

"She is actually Zoroastrian?"

When Song Beiyun found that his vision was different from the actual situation, he was somewhat self-doubted. He had always suspected that woman before, but now it seems that she is also a Zoroastrian, so she has no motivation, right? If the Zoroastrianism is killed by oneself, he will be severely punished.

It seems that this time I blamed her wrongly. Assassination and spying on her should be two different things.

"Mr. Song, three Persians committed suicide by taking poison in prison."

Song Beiyun raised his eyes: "How can you let them take poison?"

"They have poisons hidden in them."

There is really nothing I can do about this kind of thing. Song Beiyun sighed helplessly, and came to the prison with his hands behind his back. He found that three Persians were dying there. He lifted the white cloth and could see that white foam was oozing out of the corners of their mouths. He looked like he was poisoned.

Next to it are some relevant identity certificates, proving that these three people are the divine punishments of the Persian Caliph.

"Fuck." Song Beiyun cursed: "Let their heads come over and see me after watching it."

At this moment, in a small building, a short Persian man was standing beside the saint and whispering: "Saint, the inside line we arranged has jumped, they sacrificed themselves."

"They are our heroes." The Saint said with a solemn expression: "No one can forget theirs."

"So, what should I do next?"

"wait."

The butterfly sighed softly, and she couldn't bear to consume the offline line she had carefully arranged, but there was really no good way, because the person in Chang'an City was too smart and could not have deceived him by a simple scapegoat, but if death was used to prove it, he would definitely be fooled.

She wanted to take revenge, for her murdered parents, friends and teachers, and now the only one who can avenge her is the mysterious country of the East.

Provoke the rules set by this country and let the self-righteous God's punishment feel the powerful East's anger.

After a brief moment of silence, she stood up and walked out of the courtyard to regain her previous liveliness and cheerfulness, and became that charming little fairy again.

Song Beiyun was sitting on the chair at this moment. He had just sent away the Persian leader, and the man was unaware of his silence. He could only ask Song Beiyun to write a letter to him for some time and let the motherland send someone to distinguish him personally.

How could Song Beiyun give him this opportunity? The King of Xixia over there is still waiting for an explanation, and Chang'an is still waiting for an explanation. Wait? Of course, it is impossible to wait.

So he asked the leader to choose within three days whether to accept comprehensive control and investigate or take his men out of Chang'an and the Song Dynasty officially declared war on Persia.

The fool knows how to choose. The only thing he can choose is to stay and be investigated. After all, he inexplicably accepts a war. Who can bear it? And now Persia is still fighting with the Western Regions to compete for resources from the Western Regions to sell them to the State of Song. If they declare war again, Persia will have no chance of winning.

"It's not right, I always feel something is wrong."

After Song Beiyun returned home, he sat in the yard and whispered: "There must be something strange here."

Jin Ling'er walked over and put her hands on his shoulders: "What, she looks bored."

Song Beiyun simply said to Jin Ling'er what happened in the past few days. Jin Ling'er asked curiously: "Isn't this quite normal? It's a tight fit. There is no conflict in any place."

"Yes, there is no conflict. Everything is natural, the investigation process is reasonable, and the dead person was confirmed to be the one who assassinated the King of Xixia that day. But I just think something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I just didn't understand it all at once, and it felt very strange." Song Beiyun stood up and put his waist on his back and forth: "I can't understand why things are so simple."

"Isn't this all found out by going with the flow?"

"Yes, it's so smooth. It seems that everything is just right. It's just that the weapon was used by them. Just then there were more than a dozen people who were not present that night. Some of the dozen people committed suicide, and just as soon as the suicide was someone from the Green Cult God-Punishment." Song Beiyun closed his eyes and raised his head: "There are so many just right, and the coincidence is unbelievable."

"Isn't it better to go well?"

"Okay." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Of course it's good, but..."

"You." Jin Ling'er patted his back: "I just thought too much. If you think it's wrong, you feel something is wrong. If you don't go well, you feel something is wrong. If this continues, is there something right in the world?"

After being choked by Jin Ling'er, Song Beiyun also felt that he might be a little too sensitive. When he thought about it, there seemed to be no problem. He also found the weapon and committed suicide because he was afraid of crime. He had motives, means, identity, and position.

It is probably possible to give an explanation, and the rest is to ask the Persians carefully for an explanation.

"By the way, do you still remember the past few years when many Persian nobles flocked here, and even the princesses of small countries in Persia were in brothels."

"Hmm." Jin Ling'er looked up at him: "What's wrong? What did you think of again?"

"It's okay." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "I'll check it. If it is verified, it will prove that my hypothesis is correct."

"What imaginary?"

"In recent years, the religious struggles on their side have begun to become fierce. Now the Green Cult has taken the lead. Zoroastrianism is not good. A large number of believers fleeing." After saying that, Song Beiyun pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes: "Why do extreme believers still chase them under this premise?"

"You all say they are extreme believers." Jin Ling'er rubbed his hair: "Don't be stubborn, just solve the case. What are you going to do next?"

"Wait for them to explain." Song Beiyun rubbed his face: "If I can't give an explanation, I declare war with the Persian Empire, completely severing trade relations, and breaking my rules in my territory, no. Moreover, they assassinated the King of Xixia of the Song Dynasty, which means not taking my Central Plains seriously, let alone not."

"Then you need to rest better, don't be too tired."

"Yeah, I know." Song Beiyun stretched: "It's cold, and it's time for you to sleep."

"You don't sleep?"

"I'll think about it for a while."

Just as Song Beiyun was thinking, the woman who had provoked the dispute with her own strength was sitting in her small building looking at the charming Chang'an outside the window, with a glass of light wine in front of her, and a few desserts from her hometown, leaning gently towards that, as lazy as a cat.

"Holy Maiden, I heard that they have all been under house arrest."

The maid beside her said to Miss Butterfly with a smile on her face: "The saint is really amazing."

"It's still early." Miss Butterfly shook her head and said, "If he doesn't doubt me, the matter will be ruined."

"Why? Our purpose is not to ask him..."

"No." Miss Butterfly shook her head, and the little fan in her hand shook gently: "I want him to doubt me and check me. Only in this way can he walk into the steps I set step by step."

"If he doesn't investigate, they will start fighting?"

"As for those trash under the Caliphs, Song, whom they dare not challenge, will seek peace in humiliation and beg for humiliation that we have never seen before. In this way, our companions will be sacrificed in vain."

"What if he found out?"

"He couldn't find out, I didn't leave any clues, but I would doubt me, because I would continue to contact, as long as I contacted is a good thing. Not only do I need to use him to eliminate those evil people, I also want to establish a new Zoroastrianism here."

"Wish the Holy Maiden flag to win."

Miss Butterfly did not answer, but looked at the distance with deep eyes, because only she herself knew the difficulties in it. The person as the opponent was too strong, so strong that she could not reveal a slight flaw, otherwise she would be completely defeated.

She does not deny that she is gambled, and the price is all her own. If she fails, then Zoroastrianism will have no future. Even if it succeeds, she will become a person who will always be hidden in the darkness and will never have freedom anymore.

As for those Persians who already believed in the Green Church, they would inevitably pay the price for their stupidity and blindness. One day she would make the entire Damascus and the entire Baghdad engulfed by the monstrous flames.
Chapter completed!