Jinglian has not yet entered the secret treasure territory at this time, and will mix the Buddhist teachings inherited from the "Sirakdha" with the Sanskrit Shakti Dharma, and integrate it into the lineage of "the secret binding Buddhism".
However, the exchanges between Tubo and Tianzhu have always been quite close.
It is also unclear what method the 'Vajra Tripitaka' learned from Sanskrit and how to combine it with Buddhism. Su Wu has never seen the 'Vajra Tripitaka' with his own eyes, so he doesn't know what its strength is. However, in the current Tang Dynasty, The stars are shining brightly, and there are many outstanding figures from later generations who came with the idea of reversing the cause and effect. Under such circumstances, the "Vajra Tripitaka" spread from Tubo to the Tang Dynasty, and its strength is by no means ordinary.
At least it's impossible for Zhang Fang, a ranger who just got the 'befriending the guile', to be able to compare.
However, Su Wu immediately asked Zhang Fang to go with these Bukhan people to ask the Tibetan monk for the skull of their king. What he relied on was not what Zhang Fang had learned about marrying the sect, but Zhang Fang himself. They were Tang people, and "Tang people" were enough to become the object of fear for the Tubo monks.
Abeli once said that King Kong Sanzang came with the Tibetan peace envoys. The reason why Tibet wanted peace was because it was severely defeated by the Tang army outside and therefore came to beg for mercy.
Since he came here to beg for mercy, he naturally had to pinch his tail at every turn.
Now entering the territory of the Tang Dynasty, any Tang Dynasty person became a target that Tubo did not dare to provoke and could not provoke.
With the convenience of their status as Tang people, it would not be difficult to claim back the skull of King Bahanna that they should have returned.
Zhang Fang also had some knowledge. When he heard what Su Wu said, he immediately understood what Su Wu meant.
He received this huge benefit from Su Wu, and naturally he would not refuse Su Wu's small request. He immediately offered his hand to Su Wu and said: "I am willing to go with these people from the country of Bukhan to find the Tibetan envoy." The team of ministers asks for the skull of their old king!"
Abeli and other people from Bahan's country, seeing that Zhang Fang had already agreed, they also nodded.
In the view of Abeli and others, it would be best if the current young man in black could go with them. However, the other party did not think so, and they obviously did not dare to force anything from the other party, so they retreated. Secondly, it would be nice to have a 'Tang Jun' to help.
"The horse is still parked outside, but it hasn't gone far.
It's almost dawn, so you can take advantage of the moment and set off." Su Wu waved his hand, and several people from the Bukhan country kowtowed to him to say goodbye.
Abe took off the silver-sheathed scimitar inlaid with various gems from his waist. He knelt in front of Su Wu, held it in front of Su Wu with both hands, lowered his head and said, "When we came to the Tang Dynasty, we brought dried milk with us. Spices and other things have been given to people who helped us along the way. Now there is nothing to give to the benefactor. I only have this family-herited scimitar. I will give it to you. Don’t refuse!"
"Okay." Su Wu nodded, took the scimitar from Abeli's hand, and hung it on his waist.
Everyone stood up one after another and said goodbye to Su Wu.
Zhang Fang finally bowed and saluted with Su Wu and others, and followed the Bahan people who led the horses out of the ruined temple.
Outside, the bright moon still hangs in the sky.
But the sky is slightly bright and the east is slightly white.
The sun is about to rise.
…
The sun and moon appeared in the sky at the same time in this bleak early spring.
A large horse team slowly walked out of the Pingliang Station where people were neighing and horses were neighing. In front of them, large tracts of yellow land spread out in everyone's field of vision.
In the dim yellow land, wheat seedlings are gradually emerging.
This horse team, whose costumes were obviously different from those of the Tang Dynasty people, passed through the streets. Several Tang Dynasty officials in scribes' robes led them to the official road with some wild willow trees.
The Tang official in the post station stopped on the roadside and no longer followed the team of Tibetan envoys.
The Tubo convoy drove their horses onto the official road, but they could not gallop as much as they wanted - in front of the official road, many Tang people gathered and looked toward them.
The leading Tubo envoy looked at the group of people gathered on the official road with tattered clothes. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the two post officials on the roadside behind him. However, the two Tang officials were just looking at them. He laughed and made no further action.
Seeing this situation, the leading Tibetan envoy had no choice but to drive his horse slowly towards the group of disgraced Tang people.
The riders in the team followed him and opened the grain bags on the pack horses, letting the grain spill from the bags to the ground. When the people gathered on the official road saw this, they all swarmed to grab the grain on the ground.
The horses of the Tibetan team couldn't help but neighed in fright when they saw the people swarming forward.
The knights scolded the horses and avoided the palms of the Tang people who reached out to snatch the swords from their saddles. There was chaos on the official road.
In the team.
A groom sat on the edge of the carriage, blocking the palms of many Tang people around him who stretched out to grab the silk curtains and window coverings.
The coachman with dark and slightly curly hair looked angry, but he did not dare to use force against these Tang people who came to 'blackmail' - the two Tang officials were watching from the roadside!
Those Tang officials acquiesced in the extortion of the Tubo people by the people under their rule!
Fortunately, there were not many Tang people gathered at the moment, and the convoy was able to move forward smoothly after leaving behind a lot of food and cloth.
In the carriage behind the Tubo driver, two doors suddenly opened, revealing a head with only a few inches of hair left inside.
An inch-haired monk wearing Futian robes leaned out of the car and turned around to look at the people who were fighting for food and cloth on the official road.
The two Tang officials who were guarding the roadside had already turned around and slowly turned around.
"If these lowly people like pigs and dogs dared to block the nobles' carriages in Tubo, their heads would have been cut off and sacrificed to the gods!" The coachman had a particularly angry look on his face. He saw the monk turn his head. Looking back, he whispered a few words.
After speaking, he looked at the monk carefully, hoping that his words would be recognized by the other person.
The monk turned back, glanced at him lightly, and said: "So this is the difference between Tubo and the Tang Dynasty... Look at these Tang people, they will still fight over a few grains of rice, and end up arguing over a piece of cloth. Although their blood was broken, their officials could already enjoy hot wine, roasted venison, and mutton in a water basin in a spacious and bright house...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The difference between people is so huge, much greater than the difference between people and pigs and dogs..."
"The people are always ignorant; they are driven cattle and sheep.
Wherever the nobles whip their whips, they will go.
It's always like this..." The coachman was not an ordinary Tubo person - an ordinary Tubo person could not appear in this motorcade. The coachman listened to the monk's words and said a few words thoughtfully.
The Tubo monk in the carriage smiled when he heard this: "The former Emperor Taizong once said that the people are like water and the king is like a boat... If public opinion boils, it can capsize the boat..."
"How is this possible?" The coachman was a little surprised when he heard this. "The nobles have everything, and the common people have lost everything. They have nothing. How can they resist the nobles?"
The Tubo monk also nodded when he heard this.
On this point, he and the coachman actually had the same point of view.
He stopped talking to the driver and turned to look at the Tang people on the official road behind him, who gradually turned into black spots as the motorcade progressed.
Different thoughts were running through his mind.
But he would not secretly despise it just because he saw the poverty and poverty of the people in the Tang Dynasty - in the land of Tubo, the poverty of the people's lives was still far worse than that of the Tang people today.
He just felt that the situation in the world was similar.
Many ideas between the nobles of the Tang Dynasty and the nobles of Tubo should be similar.
The thinking of the common people in both places should be similar.
Why do some people suddenly have thoughts that transcend noble and low status, and say such shocking words as "the people are like water, and the king is like a boat"?
Is this really true in the world?
Teaching common people this truth doesn't give them the opportunity to capsize your family's boat and make them have thoughts they shouldn't have?
The monk couldn't think clearly for a moment, so he retracted his body into the carriage.
The dark carriage contained a strong scent of sandalwood.
The young monk huddled in the corner, looking at the darkness in front of him, his mind wandering somewhere.
At this time, he heard the sound of chanting in the carriage. He turned his head and saw the master kneeling on the futon behind the beaded curtain through the beaded curtain formed by polishing bones and stones, chanting sutras and tapping at the same time.
The copper on the incense table is exhausted.
The sound of copper sounds seems to cleanse the heart and soul.
Wearing a red robe, the Master had his hair tied up with colorful ropes and braided into several braids. After reciting the sutra, the Master bowed down and worshiped.
As he leaned down, the young monk saw a piece of mutton-fat white jade lying across the front of the incense table, which was filled with smoke.
In the mutton-fat white jade, there are two graceful figures faintly visible.
"The God in Jade, the God in Jade...
When can I see your true face?
After Pingliang, Chang'an is not far away... You will be presented to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty... Before that, can you let me see your true face?" The young monk looked at the master's "Vajra Tripitaka" and wanted to touch it.
Jade, not daring to touch it, turned back, lowered his eyes, and continued to be silent.
I don’t know how long it will take for Master’s obsession and madness to dissipate.
Just like what the master said, Chang'an is not far away now - if he can't regain his sense by then and show the Tang Emperor the profound Buddhist Dharma of Tibet in order to show his goodwill to the Tang Emperor and seek peace with the Tang Dynasty, what will happen again?
Who should do it?
The carriage swayed.
There was another burst of clanging sounds inside the car.
Placed in the innermost part of the carriage, in the piece of suet-fat white jade that is as tall as a person, two slim figures can be seen looming.
They swayed gently as the carriage rocked, changing their shapes.
It’s as if I don’t know when I will be able to truly come back to life from the jade...
Wow...
Vajra Tripitaka covered the mutton-fat white jade with a piece of snow-white silk cloth. In the piece of jade under the silk cloth, the light suddenly dimmed, and a pair of enchanting eyes appeared from the jade. The confused light in the eyes flickered for a moment, and then went out.