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Chapter 332 He Zhuo’s fate (Part 2)

Two days later, Su Tai accompanied Lin Dan Khan to go a hundred miles away to welcome a Tibetan master into the temple. It took three or four days to go back and forth.

Zheng Haizhu rarely had free time and wanted to visit He Zhuo. When he found the servants left behind in Su Tai's tent and asked, many of them waved their hands in panic.

Zheng Haizhu's suspicion became even more intense. He returned to his tent and was thinking about how to go up the mountain. Man Gui and Chang Zhongxin returned from visiting the market in the royal city.

Although Chang Zhongxin was young, he was already a veteran of the world. He praised Mangui to great effect. If he hadn't spoken Mongolian as fluently as the torrential river, he would never have been able to complete the inspection assigned by his wife.

The mission of sweat power and scenery here.

"Oh?" Zheng Haizhu sat down on the birch couch covered with animal skins and said to Man Gui, "Tell me, what have you heard in the past few days?"

Mangui held up the bowl of milk tea with great enthusiasm, drank a few sips from the cow, wiped his beard, and said: "I have told Mr. Chang what the Mongolians lack, what they are curious about, what they like to buy, and what the prices are.

He can write and do calculations, so I will ask him to present a thorough and thoughtful book to you, Madam, like a prelude in a play. As for me, I will report to Madam about the Mongols and their prospects."

Zheng Haizhu found it interesting that when it came to learning her new vocabulary, the one who learned it the fastest was Man Gui, who was both thick and thin.

"Is the prospect promising, or is it worrying?" Zheng Haizhu asked Wen Yan as he handed Man Gui a snack.

"It's a big worry," Mangui shook his head, "Didn't Madam specifically ask me to ask more about their belief in Lamaism? I have naturally been inquiring about this matter in detail in the past few days, and then I found out that they were originally from Mongolia.

Various tribes believed in the Yellow Sect of Wusi Zang, and several great Khans stipulated that each family should have a son to become a monk. If it only stopped there, forget it. After all, there are other sons to carry on the family line. But after becoming a lama,

There are people providing food and drink. There is no need to graze and endure hardships, no need to bear corvee labor, and no need to die in wars. More and more men from herdsmen families are becoming lamas. If things continue like this, where can there be any warriors in Mongolia? They are all chanting sutras in temples.

Woolen cloth."

Hearing this, Zheng Haizhu praised without hesitation: "General Manchu knows the subtleties."

Mangui grinned: "This word means to praise me for saying something right, right?"

"Yes. What General Manchu said actually gave a reason. Thinking about Wu Si Zang's predecessors, the Tubo people, they were so brave in the Tang and Song Dynasties. However, the combat power in the Youming area was exhausted, so Wu Si Zang's people began to believe

It is related to the Yellow Sect. This sect has mild teachings and advocates ascetic practice, which is completely different from the shamanism practiced in the grassland country in the past. Mongolia's Ada Khan only used the Yellow Sect's theory of reincarnation to beautify his identity and achieve the goal of inheriting the throne.

The purpose cannot be thought so far ahead."

Listening to the praise, Man Gui's face became even brighter, and he began to talk more and more eloquently: "Madam, we can still figure out something more interesting from what we saw and heard. Why did Lin Dan Khan give up the Yellow Sect again?

What kind of Red Sect are you going to promote?"

Zheng Haizhu pretended to recall: "I heard He Zhuo say something on the way. It seems that Lin Danhan started fighting when he was young. He has a rough temper and doesn't like literature. The red sect is not as difficult as the yellow sect, and there are many magic tricks, and more

Lin Dan Khan found it interesting."

Man Gui pursed her lips: "Hey, that He Zhuo is an unmarried girl after all. She doesn't have deep eyesight when it comes to things."

He immediately realized that Mrs. Zheng, who was staring at him with a friendly face, was also unmarried and had no intention of getting married in her life.

Man Gui hurriedly put away his playful and contemptuous attitude, scratched his head, and choked on his words for a moment.

Zheng Haizhu didn't take it seriously: "To put it simply, don't talk about anything else."

Man Guicai continued: "Madam, the lama of the Red Sect, just like the Taoist priests in the Central Plains, can marry a wife. It is said that it is because of their teachings and they advocate dual cultivation, that is, men and women practice together.

.Since you can't help but marry and have children, won't the number of children be reduced? I also heard from the traders and clerks in the shops that there are various tantric methods for dual cultivation, and people like Lin Dan Khan will definitely like them. Since ancient times, kings, how can

There are some who are not lewd."

In Man Gui's heart, in fact, she neither regarded Zheng Haizhu as a member of the court nor a woman, so she was not strict with her words and her tone was not obscene.

Zheng Haizhu fell into deep thought.

The teachings of the Nyingma sect and the Gelug sect are indeed different. However, the "double cultivation" mentioned by Mangui is a tantric method and cannot simply be regarded as a difference between sects. However, we are now in this time and space hundreds of years away from later generations.

Here, Mangui’s “research” should not be excluded based on respect for religious theory.

Lin Dan Khan switched to the Red Sect, perhaps not out of any desire for enlightenment and conversion, but because he was worried that the Yellow Sect would increasingly have a negative impact on his heroic aspirations, and he was more concerned about the king's personal interests.

Inclined towards the Red Religion.

I only heard Mangui say again: "Madam, that's why I feel that Lin Dan Khan's behavior is unacceptable. Not to mention the right-wing Mongolia, the large tribe on the left-wing that obeys Lin Dan Khan's orders has also believed in the Yellow religion for decades. Suddenly,

Force them to change, don't you offend them?"

Zheng Haizhu added goat's milk to the black tea bowl. Seeing the white liquid swirling into complex patterns and quickly blending with the brown color, she couldn't help but said with a bit of sarcasm: "Yes, if I were Nurhaci, I would love it."

Lin Dan Khan did this, and I, as long as I and my sons grabbed things from the Ming Dynasty, I would need to allocate some resources to build a temple for the Mongolian tribes on the left and right who believed in the Yellow Sect, and invite gods and so on, and obtain their

Huanxin, instigating them to fight against Lin Danhan."

Just as he was talking, Ma Xianglin opened the curtain and entered the tent.

Mangui said in surprise: "General Ma, weren't you dragged by that Unger to drink with a bunch of Taijis?"

Ma Xianglin, who had been assigned the task of public relations for the upper-class Mongolian lords by Zheng Haizhu, felt that he was doing it with great effort. At this moment, he even showed scorn and said coldly: "After a few sips of wine, I saw them fighting. Asked

After getting an interpreter, I found out that there were a few people who believed in the Yellow Sect, and they were unhappy with the rude remarks made by a person who believed in the Red Sect. After all, all the fathers were leading soldiers in wars, but the children did not care about the art of war or study bows and arrows. What Bodhisattva said?

Yes, it is extremely ridiculous to fight among our own people."

Upon hearing this, Man Gui gave Zheng Haizhu a look that said, "Let's see how accurate we are." Then he smiled at Ma Xianglin and said, "Young Master Ma has had a few sips of good wine. Man Gui and I have been on errands for the whole day.

I also want to have a drink to relieve my fatigue..."

Ma Xianglin didn't react, and said angrily: "Su Tai didn't send me koumiss, you just go and get it yourself."

But Zheng Haizhu understood. Mangui wanted to go to the singing and dancing scene in Wangcheng, but he had no money around him.

So she took out her robe, picked a larger ingot and handed it to Man Gui: "It's okay to have fun, but don't cause trouble. Don't be jealous of the Mongols."

Mangui took it without any politeness: "Madam, don't worry, I'll come back as soon as I go, and I'll find out more information for Madam by the way."

Although Chahanhot is not as prosperous and beautiful as the Yuan capital in those days, it is still a royal city built by Lin Dan Khan with all the financial resources of Chahar. Even in the bitter cold of the twelfth lunar month of winter, the city is not completely silent at night.

Whether it is a tent dome or a rammed earth row house, there are noisy voices accompanied by the sound of music and music.

The guest tent for the Ming Dynasty envoys was on a higher ground. Zheng Haizhu stood in front of the burning fire and overlooked the city for a while. He was about to return to the tent to rest when he suddenly saw someone on the snow illuminated by a long row of torches.

Come slowly.

Looking at the difficulty, it turns out that there is another one on the shoulder.

"Man Gui? But you?" Zheng Haizhu called after recognizing the situation and taking a few steps forward.

"Isn't it just me, the unlucky guy?" Man Gui responded, and when he approached Zheng Haizhu, he added in a low voice, "The ancestral grave of Miss Hezhuo is smoking. If she hadn't met me, she would have froze to death in the field.

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