The national teacher Baspa had a round face and thin eyes. After hearing Yang Lianzhenjia's words, he continued to ask thoughtfully: "Are you talking about the donor who spent seven days to save you to give to the Gabala bowl?"

Yang Lianzhenjia didn't dare to say that he had removed Song Lizong's skull. He used a very implicit statement before. Seeing the answer from the National Master Baspa, Yang Lianzhenjia smiled and said, "The national master is the donor."

"Oh..., it's indeed better than Rinpoche." A ray of light flashed in Baspa's eyes.

"This thing should be dedicated to the national teacher." Yang Lianzhenjia said solemnly.

Master Baspa just smiled slightly and didn't say anything else. After the ritual that day, most of the people soon knew that Master Baspa would go to the ritual meeting held by Master Yang Lianzhenga tomorrow. Early the next morning, Borjijin Hao Ren got off the carriage by himself in front of the temple where Master Yang Lianzhenga was, ran to the other side of the carriage, and helped his wife Bao Xiruo get off the four-wheeled carriage.

Even though there were many carriages and horses at the entrance of the temple at this time, Borjijin and Hao Ren's carriage still made Mongolian nobles look straight. The four thin wheels were covered with cork. The walnut carriage was coated with shiny varnish, and the large strip of brass decoration showed a beautiful shape. The upper half of the carriage was a large transparent glass window. When you looked in from the window, the lining of the carriage was made of silk.

It was daytime, so the four glass wind lights in front and behind the carriage were not lit. All you could see was the slender and high-quality candles in the clear and transparent glass lampshade. Since Mongolia went south, trade with the Song Dynasty has been interrupted. Glass products have not entered Dadu for a long time. It must be said that even before the trade was interrupted, these people had never seen such gorgeous and huge glass.

This object was a spoil seized from the Lin'an Palace. Borjijin? Hao Ren thought that there would be many difficulties in transporting it from Jiangnan to Jiangbei, but he did not expect that the carriage was far stronger than he imagined. After running for thousands of miles, he changed the bearings on the road, and changed the bearings again after arriving at Dadu. Wipe the mud splashed on the paint all the way, and then brushed the varnish all the way, and the carriage was completely renewed.

Hao Ren felt very happy when holding his wife's hand outside the car door. Bao Xiruo said that he would go to the temple to fulfill his wish and pray for his ex-husband. Although Hao Ren was from the Borjijin family and a member of the Golden Family, he did not want to see him at any time if he wanted to meet the national teacher Basba. This time he finally had the opportunity to attend the Dharma Assembly, so of course he could not let him go.

When Yang Lianzhenjia heard that the nobleman from the Borjijin family came, he hurriedly came out to greet him. Hao Ren was not tall, with a round face and slender eyes. He looked like a Mongolian nobleman. After greeting this nobleman, Yang Lianzhenjia saw Bao Xiruo's appearance up close and was stunned.

Bao Xiruo's ancestors were from the north, with a medium figure. His appearance was not a beautiful type. His clear and oval face was dignified and beautiful. Seeing Yang Lianzhenjia was so angry that he couldn't help swallowing. However, opposite was a woman from the Borjijin family, and she didn't dare to do anything with Yang Lianzhenjia's ten courage. He quickly lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name, then turned around and led the way.

The top-class person has a top-class seat, and Hao Ren is worried that his wife can't stand the environment. Bao Xiruo did not show any surprise expression. She only looked at the strange things carefully. In addition, she did not say a word, which was very suitable for such a solemn place. Hao Ren was very impressed by such a calmness.

His wife did not speak, and took out the book of Neo-Confucianism and started reading. He was very busy today. In addition to accompanying his wife to the temple to participate in the rituals, he would also go to his teacher Hao Jing later. Hao Ren was not his original Mongolian name. Since he studied under Hao Jing, Hao Ren was extremely admired by Chinese culture and admired his teacher Hao Jing's knowledge, so he named himself Hao Ren. If it were according to the tradition of the Han people, "Hao Ren" should actually be a character. According to the Mongolian tradition, these complex titles can be completely ignored. The great nobles can call them whatever they want.

Many lamas responsible for instruments such as snails and snails have begun to gather under the table of the Dharma Assembly. Every time they read a few paragraphs, Hao Ren would look up at the sky and then look at his wife. Seeing that his wife did not show an anxious expression, Hao Ren was a little anxious instead.

After waiting for a while, more and more believers came. After waiting, the believers stood up and knelt down. On the passage among the believers, large numbers of lamas in red surrounded the national master of Baspa in red monk's robes and entered the Dharma Assembly venue. The scene was really loud, drums and drums, firecrackers were roaring, colorful flags were waving, and crowds of people.

Hot air balloons had risen on both sides of the passage where the national master walked, which was also an object seized from the Song Dynasty Palace. The woman on it dressed like a celestial girl and threw petals downwards. In such a warm atmosphere, the national master walked through the passage with a carpet with a lotus pattern with a very steady pace. In addition to the petals floating down the sky, there was a magnificent monk who scattered flowers and produced lotus step by step.

Seeing this pomp, Hao Ren couldn't help but gently cover his mouth with his hands to cover up his yawn. He didn't believe in Buddhism at first, and read the books of sages, and went through the test of life and death on the battlefield. Hao Ren was completely disinterested in the cycle of life and death. At that moment of life and death, the desperate Hao Ren actually just wanted to cry and call his mother. Killing and setting fire for women is definitely not a bad move in Mongolian culture. The female Bodhisattva who saved him from a desperate situation was sitting next to Hao Ren at this time. Hao Ren felt that the world was no big deal after death, and he just wanted to live a good life with the people he cherished around him.

The beginning of the ritual means music, dance, and dance masters are also the beginning. Hao Ren, who has seen life and death, has no feeling about it, and Bao Xiruo initially closed his eyes slightly and closed his tens of praying secretly. Music, singing and dancing are warm scenes. After these, the national master climbed up to the platform with the unique steps of the soft and flexible fat man, and then began to speak to the believers.

If Zhao Jiaren saw it, he would probably immediately remember the pastors he met in the United States. They were excited and their voices were quite bewitching. They first said, "Hello, believers from the mountain, believers from the water, believers from the water, are you?~~~!" Then, there was a bewitching speech. The most important task after the speech was to discover the reactions of the believers and determine whether to adjust the content of the speech to increase the wishes of the donors. Or continue with the current style to meet the needs of the believers who have decided to give.

Faith is for money. Religion must require money, things, and efforts.

Hao Ren did not have such a deep vision, but he was really not interested in this scene. The noble ladies around him were all excited by this scene. Although Bao Xiruo looked calm, Hao Ren could feel her disgust. He approached Bao Xiruo's ears and Hao Ren asked, "Isn't the promise returned? "

"Yes." Bao Xiruo replied.

"Since you have returned your wish, let's go."

"good."

Not long after, Hao Ren and his wife appeared in the parking place. The carriage carried the two home first, and then Hao Ren rode his horse straight to Hao Jing's residence. When he passed the street intersection, he saw some cross priests preaching at the street intersection. Hao Ren held the horse and stopped in front of the priest. When the priest saw a client, he quickly shouted to Hao Ren: "Believe in the true God and gain eternal life."

Before the war, Hao Renqianhu also asked clergy from several religions to do rituals, and he had refused to do rituals before the war. Judging from the final result, whether to do rituals or not has no effect on the outcome of the war. If you have to calculate carefully, it seems that the casualty rate would be slightly smaller if you don’t do rituals. In short, if you encounter Zhao Jiaren’s army, you will only defeat the battle. So Hao Ren just pointed to the bright thing in the hand of the priest.

When the priest saw Hao Ren's action, he hurriedly shouted: "The cross of the true God, two strings of money per."

Hao Ren said, "I'll take a look."

Looking at Hao Ren's Mongolian costumes and looking at the good horses that Hao Ren rode, the priest said cautiously: "Give the money first, then look."

The accompanying servant gave the priest two strings of money, and Hao Ren took a cross. This is the standard form of crosses in Mongolia. The cross is as long as the upper, left, right, and three sides, and only the lower one is longer. There are also raised shapes on four sides of each square stick on the cross, not Jesus, not the Holy Mother, not the Cross, but the Buddhist vajra of Demon Subduing.

On a small cross, there are two on each side of the short side and three on the long side. In the center, there are four-leaf vajra that looks like a flower. Before there is no vajra shape, the cross has a low acceptance among the people. It was not until Mongolia designated a standard cross shape with vajra that this thing began to gradually be accepted by the people.

What Hao Ren cares about is not this shape, but the cross itself in the hand of the priest. The high-quality brass makes the entire cross look bright. The vajra on the cross produced in Mongolia is rough and freehand. The vajra on the cross sold by this priest is exquisite and realistic. If it can be cut down and enlarged, it will immediately be a delicate vajra.

Just by just a glance, Hao Ren could tell that this exquisitely shaped gadget must have been produced by the Song State. After picking it up and fiddling with it, you will see that the long edge of the cross is not a simple solid stick. Put the cross in your mouth and blow it hard, and immediately make a sharp whistle sound. Mongolian herdsmen will not only wear a thing with religious significance, including a whistle on it, and the cross will be truly loved by herdsmen.

If you look carefully at the color and feel of the cross, it is definitely not a vintage product from a few years ago. Hao Ren was sure that this thing will not last more than a year from casting to appearing on the market. Such a brass product is also very good as a decoration and has more useful value. Selling it for two strings... Hao Ren sighed in his heart: It's really not expensive.
Chapter completed!