When the first alarm bell rang, Baishaer, the Prime Minister of Zhezhe City, was reading a scroll of scriptures.
He didn't know how many times he had read that scroll. The paper inside had become black and there were many places at the corners that were completely worn away. But Baishaer still couldn't bear to change it and kept it by his side like a treasure.
Even when he was marching and fighting, he refused to leave him behind.
It was a treasure passed down to him by his teacher. It was completely printed on fine Chinese paper. More than 20 years ago, such a thick stack of Chinese paper was enough to exchange for two camels, one female and one male, or four young camels.
Woman. Although there are many paper-making workshops in Dashi country now, the price of paper has been barely acceptable to ordinary people. However, the paper made by Dashi merchants is far from as white and flexible as Chinese paper. It is used to print scriptures.
, it is not as clear as Chinese paper for absorbing ink. Moreover, many corners of this scripture still contain the teacher's personal notes. Every line of words can make people enlightened, and every line of words embodies the teacher's expectations.
and wisdom.
The scriptures are all-encompassing. According to the teacher, the answer to any question in the world can be found in the scriptures. However, Baishar has recently re-read the scriptures countless times, but he still can’t figure out why devout believers in the true God
They were defeated by the unbelieving people who will definitely go to hell in the future? And they were defeated in such an embarrassing manner?!
Baishaer had already sent people to find out the true strength of the Tang Army. It was indeed only a little over two thousand, and most of them were horse thieves who joined the team temporarily, which would not have much effect at all. But the more this happened, the more he felt in his heart
Unwilling to accept it, the country of Dawan, which had tens of thousands of people, was actually destroyed by an ignorant young man from the East with more than 600 guards. This story was spread back to his hometown, asking him how to face his past.
The judge who has high hopes for him? How to face the king's brother Mansour who always gives him strong support behind his back?
Even if these two people do not investigate his dereliction of duty in the battle of Zhezhe City and continue to give him support and trust, what means will he use to restore his reputation? Summon all the mutwars from nearby places to fight to the death with the Tang army? Baishaer doesn't believe it.
He could have a chance to retake Zhezhe City. Although he had sent people around to promote propaganda and gathered some devout believers who were willing to devote themselves to the true God at all times.
But how can a ragtag group of people without strict training be able to climb over the tall stone wall of Zhezhe City? Besides, after next spring, what everyone will have to face is not only a mere two thousand people’s envoys, but also Feng Chang
The Anxi army led by the Qing Dynasty.
Even if the true God sent down his grace and gave Baishaer a chance to retake Zhezhe City from the young man named Wang Xun, Baishaer didn't think he could control the city for too long. The westward advance of the Anxi Army was unstoppable.
The people's hearts on both sides of Yaochashui no longer belong to the Tianfang Sect. The latter is a fact that he has to admit, regardless of whether the belief is pious or not. Anyone who has witnessed the changes in the surrounding cities in the past few years actually knows in their hearts that in Tianfang
Under the control of the believers, the areas along the Yaosha River are withering almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. The once prosperous streets are becoming increasingly depressed, and the once beautiful buildings and buildings are declining day by day. The once lush farmland is becoming increasingly desolate...
Even the smiles on the faces of women and children have decreased a lot, and almost every pair of eyes is filled with doubts and sorrow that cannot be concealed.
But Baishar remembered that the teacher said that the reason why the true God allowed his wisdom to spread in the world was to end all wars, plagues and disasters and bring eternal peace and tranquility to the world. And the lecturers and mutwars
The mission is not to kill and destroy, but to ultimately establish the kingdom of heaven on earth through various efforts.
But what about the reality? What did you and your colleagues bring to both sides of the Shisha River? Why do the facts run counter to the good wishes?! Since strictly following the will of the true God will only bring the city into trouble. So what?
Can you blame those city lords and country lords for secretly turning to the Tang Dynasty, which once controlled them but also brought them civilization and prosperity?
Baishaer relied on his own wisdom to find the answer to all of this in the scriptures. Now he especially misses the days when he was with the teacher. Almost all the mysteries can be easily explained by the teacher in a few short words. Although the teacher is suffering from
Because of the involvement of the Umayyad family, he was imprisoned and was finally declared to be executed for heresy by the Judge. But Baishar still believed that the teacher’s understanding of the scriptures was more than a little bit deeper than that of the Judge. (Note 1
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There is no need to say some things openly. Baishaer is not as stubborn as the teacher. He comes from a small family and knows how to protect himself, and he is not limited to conflicts of temperament. He does not intend to be like the teacher, and he is not as stubborn as the teacher.
Sometimes he can use his life to defend the doctrine. He just wants to use the knowledge he has learned to effectively solve the difficulties he is currently encountering.
This request was humble enough, but the reality once again disappointed him. There was no sentence in the scriptures that told him how to do it now. He could not find any similar examples for reference. And what the teacher worked so hard to write back then was
The annotations never mentioned how the lecturer should participate in a conflict between countries and turn defeat into victory when the situation is unfavorable. The teacher's annotations are more about his personal insights while reading.
More inclined to talk than to practice. So it is no wonder that the teacher and the people he supported failed, and finally ended up with a miserable ending of ruin.
After repeatedly pondering but finding nothing, Baishaer felt a little disappointed with the scriptures and his teacher. At this moment, a clear bell suddenly came from outside, followed by a louder ring. He was frightened.
His hand trembled and he accidentally knocked over the oil lamp beside him, spilling all the lamp oil on the scriptures.
"Come here -" Bai Shaer shivered with distress. While he quickly called for someone to come in and explain to him what was going on outside, he wiped the scriptures with his wide sleeves. The cover of the scriptures was quickly wiped clean by him, and then
The first page. On the blank title page, there is a line written by the teacher, "Believe in this sutra, don't believe in the person who lectures you! Even though he seems to know everything!"
"This..." Baishaer's body stiffened suddenly. He looked at the words he had read thousands of times, and his hands and feet were shaking constantly.
"Believe in this sutra, don't believe in the person who is teaching it to you! Even though he seems to know everything!" Does the teacher mean himself when he says this? Or does it mean something else? He wants his students to surpass the teacher.
Or do lecturers deliberately misinterpret the true God’s intentions?!
The guard on duty rushed in quickly and loudly reported to him the emergency situation in the city, with sweat rolling down his forehead. But Baishaer couldn't hear what the other party was shouting, and had no time to look up and see the expression on the other party's face.
With his fingers in his mouth, he carefully opened the second page of the scripture. There was still a blank space on the back of the title page. The teacher wrote there with a hard pen, "The true God spreads His will to the world through the mouth of the lecturer."
In the world, the lecturer is the mouth, ears and eyes of the true God in the world. At the same time, the lecturer is the projection of the true God in the world. In the eyes of believers, the actions of the lecturer are the actions of the true God..."
This sentence is simply contradictory to the previous sentence. And to some extent, it is a bit deviant. Baishar has also read it countless times. Out of respect for the teacher, he instinctively ignored these words. And today
, suddenly but as if another bright light flashed before his eyes, instantly allowing him to see a place he had never seen before.
That was the path that the teacher took back then, and there was a thick wall separating him from who he is now. If it weren't for the adversity, Baishaer might not be able to enter the field that his teacher walked in his life.
Instead of continuing to "save" the scripture, he slowly closed and smoothed the oily cover. Then, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, he asked his bodyguard, "What did you just say? Say it again,
I didn’t hear clearly! Forgive me, as people get older, they inevitably lose concentration!”
"This..." The guard did not expect that the usually aloof Baishaer would suddenly become so polite. He was stunned for a moment, and then repeated eagerly, "The bell, the bell is coming from the North City Gate. The subordinate has already
We have sent people to investigate. The situation seems to be bad, please make preparations in advance!"
"How much worse could it be?!" Baishaer smiled lightly, as if he had let go of everything outside him. He stretched his waist and slowly walked out the door. As he walked, he said with a smile: "It's such a cold day. Is it possible?"
Can the Tang people still fight over? Even if they can fight over..."
Before he finished speaking, there was another noise in the cold wind. There were cries, shouts of killing, and someone seemed to be complaining or cursing in a low voice. He quickly stepped out of the door and stood in the yard to look at where the bell first sounded.
, Baishaer vaguely saw a few points of fire shooting down from the top of the city.
The Tang people really came and entered the city. Based on his intuition, he made a judgment on the situation. It was probably too late to dispatch troops at this moment. But at least, he could still take advantage of the chaos with his cronies to break out. However,
Baishaer did not give any orders. He just watched and listened quietly until the first wisp of thick smoke rose in the city and the first ray of fire illuminated the sky.
"Let's go, Prime Minister. We definitely can't defend this place!" A low-level military officer rushed in from the outside, stretched out his hand to hold Bai Shaer, and tried to force him to escape. However, Bai Shaer struggled and pushed him aside, and then smiled bitterly.
He then asked, "Where else can we escape? Will we bring disaster to other cities?"
"But, but..." the general was stunned for a moment, and then responded instinctively, "But the Tang people will definitely not let you go. They hate us, and you have been plotting against them recently..."
"Where is Yilimhe?" Baishar once again pushed away the general's pull and asked by calling the name of a direct general of his.
"Ilim and the general have led the mutwars to stop the Tang army. He ordered his subordinates to come and take you out of the city." The general stamped his feet and explained with a pale face. "Most of the mutwars around him are
I have never been on the battlefield. I can’t hold on for long, so hurry up and follow me! If you don’t leave, it will be too late!”
"No need! It's too late!" Baisha'er shook his head gently, casually took off a gold medal from his waist and handed it to the general, "Go and bring my token to Yili Muhe and tell him to give up resistance immediately.
Surrender to the Tang army. Don't give the Tang army and other princes an excuse to harm innocent people. Go, immediately!"
"Sir, you..." The general was stunned again, wondering what to do. Baishaer smiled at him, turned around, and walked slowly back to the house.
The oil lamp became bright again. The hoarse voice of reciting slowly began to sound.
"Believe in this scripture, don't trust the person who lectures you! Even though he seems to know everything!"
"The true God spreads His will to the world through the mouth of the preacher. The preacher is the mouth, ears and eyes of the true God in the world. At the same time, the preacher is the projection of the true God in the world. In the eyes of believers, preaching
The deeds of the scriptures are the deeds of the true God..."
Note 1: The Umayyad family, a royal family dressed in white clothes, was expelled by the Abbas family. They were then called the Dashi in black clothes.
