Chapter One Thousand and Fifty Two Buddha and the Lord God, Pickles and Spices

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"God bless you! It turns out that you are from the Three Islands and the Tribal Alliance, the closest big tribal union to this peninsula! ... So, who sent you here? The big leader of the tribal union, the big chief? Or the big king of the country?

Chief? Or maybe the chief of a certain tribe?..."

"Oh! You are two groups of people! One is from the northernmost tribal chiefs, and the other is from the royal capital... Temple? What is the temple?...Ah?! It turns out to be the temple of the royal capital! You are actually the priest of the royal capital.

A priest of a regiment? A pagan priest?!…”

"Huh? You don't have a priesthood in the royal capital, only independent temples that believe in various gods?...What? Believe in the same gods, but have different sects? Won't they fight with each other? How strange!...You are not a priest either, are you?

What...the origin of the temple guards of the Thousand Hands Temple?...Tell me! Who is the priest you lead and where is he hiding?! Hmm? There is no priest to lead the team? You are the only temple guard? The temple asked you to come here,

It has nothing to do with the gods you believe in?…”

As night fell, the weather became colder and colder. A bonfire was lit in the camp, and the captives loosened their ropes and gathered around the fire to keep warm and cook. Since the "deer barbarians" were not prepared to kill the captives, the captives rested.

The idea of ​​​​escape. After all, in such an icy and snowy season, without food and fuel, and escaping into the endless snowfield with empty hands, you can't survive more than two days!

Exploration captain Zuvarro was sitting by the innermost bonfire, still chatting with the monk soldier Masumi Watanabe, and seemed a little excited. Watanabe glanced at Zuvaro in confusion, and he just mentioned sending the ocean-covering boat.

Miao Yuyuan mentioned his status as a monk soldier, but he didn’t know why the other party reacted so strongly.

"I am a monk soldier... I have been ordered to bring a ship to the Far North to trade valuable goods that are urgently needed in the capital... We treat the tribes in the Far North with sincerity and have no intention of offending..."

"The temple is not a shrine. It worships the Buddhas, not the shamans and gods of various places... Our Buddha is compassionate, saves all living beings, and encourages people to do good, without any dispute with the world... The eminent monks in the temple have profound cultivation and will not travel far away rashly, let alone

Will personally host the caravan...eh?!..."

Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, wrote a few more words. When he saw that Zuvaro's eyes were getting colder and colder, and even showed murderous intent. He pursed his lips, quickly lowered his head, and erased the two lines of words on the snow. Then,

Carefully, he wrote a line of inquiry.

"Your envoy came from Haidong, why did he come?"

“The Lord God bless us! The Lord God guides us, and His Majesty’s divine inspiration allows us to arrive here and trade with the tribes of the West Sea!…”

"Uh... Lord God? Divine Enlightenment?..."

Seeing these two words, Watanabe Masumi blinked his eyes and vaguely grasped something. Could it be that this is a large tribe in the East China Sea that worships the witch god? And what is their so-called divine inspiration?... Thinking of this, Watanabe

After hesitating for a while, I wrote two sentences again.

"What is the main god? What is the divine revelation?..."

"The Lord God is supreme and supreme, the ruler of all things in the world, and the only Lord God of heaven and earth!... The divine revelation is His Majesty's prophecy. He knows the details of the West Sea and sent us not far away 20,000 miles away to obtain various skills and products from the tribes of the West Sea.

Come and resist the white-skinned evil spirits that are about to arrive!…The Lord God guides you, Your Majesty the Divine Enlightenment! It is God’s will that we meet here!…”

"Buddha! This... they actually traveled 20,000 miles west for the prophecy of a great wizard? This is... this is a tribe of shamans who worship gods extremely? Just like the ancient Yin Shang in Tang Dynasty?... And what about the prophecy of a great wizard?

, actually know the distant land of the West Sea, what is going on?!..."

Seeing such an astonishing answer and the devout fanaticism on Zuwaro's face, Watanabe Masumi was silent and didn't know what to say. He roughly understood the source of the other party's murderous intention just now, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Even if he was in a temple, the "eminent monks" in the temple would have wine and meat, marry wives and have children, and would never go to the poor countryside in order to spread Buddhism, let alone the far north! He had never

I have never met such a pious witch god believer, nor have I ever met a truly effective divination wizard!…

"This is the emblem of the Lord God!..."

The exploration captain Zuvalo prayed a few words, and then took out a gold amulet of the Lord God. He pointed at the sun hummingbird emblem on the front, and turned it over to reveal the Mexican word "god" on the back.

Watanabe Masumi opened his eyes wide, and after looking at it for a long time, he suddenly understood. This pattern that he had felt familiar before turned out to be a variant of the Chinese character "神"! This special character "神" is on the left

Added a simple symbol of "thunder and lightning", a fire of "flame" on the right, and a sky of "sky" at the bottom!

"Ah! In the sky, there are gods holding thunder and fire!... Hiss! Thunder and fire? It sounds like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara of our sect, they are fighting gods and Buddhas who prefer fighting!..."

"Blessed by the Lord God! The brightness and power of the Lord God are beyond your imagination! When we return to the camp, I will show you the divinely inspired "Ali Sutra" and then tell you about His Majesty's prophecy in detail! In addition, His Majesty also

There is a letter of credence, written to you and the king of the tribal alliance..."

"Ah? Ali Sutra? Letter of Credence?!..."

"Well, the Lord God is witness! You will know when the time comes!"

The exploration captain Zuvarro narrowed his eyes and looked at it in surprise for a while. Masumi Watanabe, who was proficient in writing, looked around again and saw the captives on the ship who were making fires for cooking, and secretly made a decision in his heart!

"Blood oath...take refuge!...The glory of the Lord God will surely shine on them!..."

As long as he brings this group of people back to the southern port, he will immediately hold a blood oath conversion ceremony to make them all convert to the Lord God! No matter what they believed before, since they were captured by the kingdom, they must change their beliefs!

Otherwise, a terrible end will naturally await them...

"God bless you! It's time to eat... Baldhead, what is there to eat in your camp? What are those grains in bags and vegetables soaked in jars?"

"Well…"

Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, touched his bald head, was speechless for a while, lowered his head and wrote an answer.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The staple food in the bag is all rice. The yellow grains are millet. The white grains are rice... Rice is expensive and not much. Daily, I eat millet... Oh,

There are also soybeans and peas for horses, which can also be eaten by humans..."

"Huh? Rice and millet? Rice?... This is indeed the new crop that His Majesty mentioned!..."

The corners of Zuvalo's mouth raised, and his face showed joy. With this decisive raid, he not only obtained four-legged horses, but also new crops of rice, millet, soybeans and peas! As long as they are transported back to the port on the far north coast

, these are all real achievements that can be seen by His Majesty!…

However, since it is a new crop, it must be kept as seeds and cannot be eaten casually. It must be well preserved. Well, let’s eat roasted venison tonight!…

"In addition, the pickles in the jar are delicious. There are pickled daikon roots, and the kimchi that Korean sailors are used to eating is also delicious..."

"Aha! Delicious pickles, kimchi?..."

Hearing this, Zuvalo grinned and shook his head slightly. Then, he looked at the writing on the snow and keenly captured a word.

"North Korean sailors? Aren't they from the Republic of China?"

"Uh... it's very difficult to operate a big ship. The North Korean sailors who come to operate the ship and repair it are all slaves of the temple..."

"Oh, that's how it is!…"

Zuvalo's eyes flashed and he nodded. It seemed that the Korean sailors operating the ship and the leaders of the Republic of China were not of the same mind. No wonder they surrendered after a fight. In this case, the spread of the Lord God's faith can start from these bottom levels.

The servants will start first. Since they admire gold, after the conversion ceremony, each person can be given a gold amulet of the Lord God, and then tell them the Lord God’s teachings!…

After thinking for a moment, Zuvalo roughly came up with the idea of ​​​​preaching. Then he stretched out his hand, fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a small bag of chili peppers and spices, and handed it to Watanabe Masumi's nose. Watanabe Masumi smelled it.

, smelling those wonderful aromas that are difficult to describe, the expression on your face suddenly changes!

"Buddha! This is? A well-priced spice? I have never smelled the smell of these spices!..."

"This...is the most delicious!...I will eat this and sprinkle it on the roasted venison...you will eat kimchi and drink vegetable soup...haha!..."

Zuvaro raised the corner of his mouth and wrote the last line on the snow. Then, he stood up with a big smile, and with several warriors from the kingdom, they expertly started a celebratory dinner.

Soon, the aroma of roasted venison, accompanied by the curling smoke, and the singing of warriors and sailors, floated on the cold snowfields of the north! The singing was first exciting and joyful, then impassioned, and then praying devoutly. Finally,

There are some low reverberations, floating far away... That is the distant hometown that all uninvited visitors on the snowfield can hardly return to~


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