Everyone has seen Tibetan monks, such as Jinlun Dharma King, Dalpa, and spiritual masters.
However, this was the first time for all the monks with Buddhist paintings tattooed on their bodies, including Dongzhang himself, to know that in this feudal era, what was implemented was that the body and skin were influenced by the parents, and even a small person had to cut his hair.
Surgery can only be performed with the mother's consent, let alone extensive changes to the body?
For orthodox Han people, influenced by Confucianism, they are very taboo about self-destruction and have a derogatory attitude towards tattoos, which is treason. In this era, most people with tattoos are serious criminals or serious criminals.
, is invisible to others, that is to say, it cannot be seen in the light.
Mostly because it is engraved on the face, people in the world will know that this person has committed a crime and will avoid him. He is a dishonorable person.
Throughout the life of Song Jiang, a hero from Liangshan, he always cared about the tattoo on his face. Although he was in Liangshan, he wanted to return to the court and was eager to be recognized by the court. In the final recruitment, he devoted himself to the court without hesitation, but in the end he failed.
He died in the poisonous wine.
It is sad and lamentable. It can be seen how concerned and resentful the people of the Song Dynasty were about tattoos, because tattoos represent a great insult to people. They are synonymous with slaves, deserters, and criminals.
Everyone wants to get rid of this stain, and no one will take the initiative to tattoo dragons and tigers on their bodies.
Ordinary people are like this, let alone Buddhist monks and monks?
Even if they are foreign monks, Dongzhang has not found any signs of tattoos on Jinlun Dharma King or Dalba, which can prove that Song monks and Tibetan monks should have some similarities.
However, now I have encountered a strange person, and that is Pa Siba in front of me.
But seeing this man's lean, dark chest and waist covered with densely packed Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, each font is like a twisting and twisting little tadpole, which makes one's head spin at a glance.
Behind it are Buddhist stone pillars standing around, surrounding Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sitting in meditation with his eyes closed in the center.
Looking at his opponent carefully, Dongzhang knew that he should have met the legendary ascetic, that is, a fanatical Buddhist apostle. People like him, Buddha, have become an indelible part of his life.
To be more precise, he was born to recite Buddha's name. Such a person is pure and terrifying.
"He actually blocked his attack. This Tibetan monk has a lot of background..."
Ever since Dongzhang opened the two bridges of heaven and earth in his body, the Nine Yang True Qi has been flowing continuously and has never been exhausted. His physical strength has long been no longer what it was before. Those who can stop him are naturally not ordinary people.
Zhang Yimeng knew very well how powerful Dong Zhang was, so he couldn't help but stand up and looked at his opponent Ba Siba with a gloomy look.
Looking at Dongzhang with dull eyes, Pasiba's face suddenly turned from red to normal. He gently twisted the rosary beads in his hand and chanted the Tantric Buddha's name.
Dongzhang couldn't understand what he was saying, but it was probably some slogans like Amitabha. Judging from his face, he knew that he had exhausted all the Nine Yang Qi at this moment, so he couldn't help but praise: "Your Excellency, you are so handsome.
effort......"
Shaking his head, Pasiba did not feel complacent because of Dongzhang's praise. Instead, he walked forward with a solemn expression: "The young monk is not very skilled, but it is an insult to the solemnity of my Buddha. Your Excellency has a good idea, and I hope you can teach me."
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Dongzhang who was facing him. He lightly strung the rosary beads on his left hand on his wrist and stood in the wind with his hands clasped together without moving at all.
This meant that he wanted to fight again. Dongzhang understood and nodded: "Let's take action..."
This Tibetan monk's internal strength was extremely weird. His palm power was suddenly strong and weak, and he hesitated, but his stamina was as shocking as an overwhelming force. Dongzhang couldn't help but become interested. This man was not very old, but his abilities were not low, and he was of great weight.
A weak enemy.
At this time, the two of them were standing on either side of each other less than ten feet apart. This distance was just enough for masters like the two of them to deceive one another in the blink of an eye. Although Pasiba was speechless, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was gathering strength and momentum.
Momentum is particularly important when facing an enemy. Once the momentum is weak, the timing of the attack will be affected by the opponent. This is a big taboo, do not rush.
Dongzhang, on the other hand, has been fighting hard for so many years and has personally experienced hundreds of battles, large and small. He can be said to be a practical player who has emerged from the dead, and he has no need to build momentum.
Now I'm just waiting for Pasiba, waiting for him to show his best condition to face the challenge.
Because Dongzhang himself can mobilize the potential energy of his whole body to launch the strongest attack with his hands and feet. Every movement and stillness coincides with the Law of Nine Yangs.
The wind blew up the dust between the two of them, and also swayed the hems of their clothes. Everyone stood up and stood under the pergola, looking closely at the two of them, looking forward to this shocking battle.
Soon, the wind stopped, and Pasiba put his palms together and drooped slightly. He moved and slowly walked towards Dongzhang with his bare feet. The speed was very slow, as if he was walking in the mountains, but no one dared to look down upon him.
Because his next offensive will be so shocking that no one dares to doubt it.
"Pasiba, stop..."
Just when the two were about to get into action, a majestic voice suddenly came from the formation behind Basiba.
Hearing this, he stopped five steps in front of Dongzhang. Pasiba did not move again, but calmly stopped and returned.
Everyone was surprised when they heard the sound, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the formation. The little princess was even more shocked when she heard the sound. She looked very anxious, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only stand there and worry.
As everyone watched, they saw a white-faced young man wearing ordinary soldier uniforms slowly walking out from the back of the formation. The clothes he wore were the same color as the three hundred warriors standing quietly beside him. If he didn't say anything, everyone would just think
He just regarded him as the most ordinary Mongolian soldier.
His appearance was unusually delicate. Although his eyes were deep-socketed, he had the facial features of a Song Dynasty man, with a short beard under his chin. He was striding towards Dongzhang. When the warriors saw him walking, they couldn't help but kneel down on one knee and silently greeted them.
king.
The young man walked straight through the crowd, came to Basiba's side, patted his friend's arm, and said softly: "That's enough."
Pasiba didn't say much, but shook his head slightly, and then stuck close behind the young man.
The latter first glanced at the anxious little princess under the shed, and said with a smile: "Jia'er, there is no need to panic, brother is here."
Once these words are spoken, there is no need to explain too much. The true identity of this young man is Kublai Khan, the Fourth Prince of Mengting.
"elder brother......"
The little princess didn't know what she was feeling at this moment. She was excited, moved, and worried. Her emotions were so complicated that others couldn't explain them.
After waving his hand, Kublai Khan did not reminisce about the past with his sister. Instead, he stared closely at Dongzhang in front of him and said with a smile: "You are looking for me, I'm here."
Taking a closer look at the pretty young man in front of him, Dongzhang also laughed: "Very good, brave enough."
After saying that, he lifted up his black hair and tied it back on his head. Dongzhang resolutely turned around and walked towards the pergola. Although he did not say any invitation, Kublai Khan still followed Dongzhang.
Zicong, who was nervous at the side, could not help but comfort him in a low voice: "Your Majesty..."
Waving to indicate that nothing happened to his subordinates, Kublai Khan and Ba Siba walked under the pergola. At this time, an empty table had been cleared out by Zhang Yimeng and given to the two of them.
Dongzhang sat astride him first, Kublai Khan followed closely and sat on the opposite side, Pasiba just stood quietly behind him, and the little princess jumped up to her brother's side when she saw this.
Dong Zhang saw this and did not stop her. He let her move around. Although she was a hostage, he actually gave her a great degree of freedom. After all, where was her strength, how could she escape? It was impossible.
After taking a sip of strong wine, Dongzhang handed the flask to Kublai Khan across the wooden table and said with a smile: "Want a sip?"
"good."
Kublai Khan took the jug without hesitation, and before anyone could stop him, he raised his head and took a sip of strong wine.
Seeing his unpretentious look, Dongzhang nodded: "He is brave enough. He is a character."
Wiping the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his hand, Kublai Khan also smiled and said, "How do you know he is not the real owner?"
As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the somewhat reserved counterfeiter.
"Ha...Although I'm not smart, I'm not a fool either..."
Huang Jia's reaction, the attitude of the guards, and this man's behavior, everything is so disharmonious. Although their acting is flawless, there is always a hint of disharmony in it.
As Kublai Khan, he came alone. None of the guards or counselor Zicong tried to dissuade him. No one said anything, so something was wrong. Furthermore, Huang Jia's reaction also proved that something was wrong.
She should have been excited when she saw her brother, but Dongzhang didn't see that kind of emotion in her eyes, only anxiety and...strangeness.
As a sibling sister, how could she be a stranger to her biological brother? There is only one possibility, that is, Huang Jia does not know this ‘Kublai Khan’.
So Dongzhang became suspicious.
A casual deception, and sure enough, the counterfeit immediately became confused, and the panic in his eyes could not be faked. Dongzhang further confirmed his inner thoughts, that this person was just a counterfeit.
"Hahahahaha, you deserve to be the best executioner in the world. You can kill people. You are not weak here either..."
After nodding his head, Kublai Khan suddenly laughed...