The prison in the capital of Dashi is equivalent to the Heavenly Prison of the Tang Dynasty, but visitors are elusive and can easily enter through the narrow skylight.
But after he entered the prison, he did not cover up his figure. So, the Hu-Han mixed-race Taoist priest who was selected by Xiao Hei to be the translator immediately spotted the visitor. Instead of being surprised, he was overjoyed and greeted him with a big courtesy.
"Real protector!"
The other Zhenwu believers whispered, showing their sincere respect. After saluting, they dispersed and watched the surroundings vigilantly, monitoring the movements of the jailers to ensure smooth communication.
This move undoubtedly highlighted the identity of the mixed-race Taoist priest. When this person opened his mouth, he still spoke in standard Chinese, with a low and clear voice: "The real person is finally here, Abu is looking for my true martial arts disciple, and the Dashi Cult will officially take action!"
The burly man spoke: "Don't panic, this is just a test. This generation of caliphs has not yet completely controlled the Food Sect and does not dare to truly launch a religious war."
The mixed-race Taoist priest frowned.
Almost all of the prisoners in this prison were Taoist priests from the Zhenwu Sect, numbering in the hundreds. And the soldiers led by Abu continued to send people inside. Such an act was not a real act?
The burly man chuckled softly: "It's just to alert the enemy, so that the Tang Dynasty's internal guards can rescue you and establish your guilt."
The mixed-blood Taoist priest shook his head: "We are pursuing the traces of Zhenwu Immortal, not working for the inner guards..."
Having said that, the existence of the Zhenwu Sect is undoubtedly beneficial to the Tang Dynasty. He will not deny this, and then asked: "Did the Caliph grasp the movements of the Tang Dynasty's internal guards? Otherwise, how could he frame us?"
The burly man nodded slightly: "It's quite possible."
The mixed-race Taoist priest wondered: "There were many confrontations on the border between the two countries, and most of the intelligence was collected by the internal guards of the Tang Dynasty. The food army was repeatedly frustrated, and the assassination group was even destroyed. Only on the birthday of the Tang Emperor did the Caliphate send an envoy to Chang'an to celebrate his birthday.
, in order to ease the war, how can Dashi, who is at a disadvantage, accurately grasp the movements of the inner guards? "
The burly man said: "What you said is correct, so there are only two possibilities. Either this is a strategy of internal defense, deliberately luring the enemy, or it is internal strife that creates trouble, restraining each other, and being taken advantage of by external enemies."
The mixed-race Taoist priest looked grim: "I'm afraid the latter are the majority..."
The inner guards of the Tang Dynasty and the Zhenwu sect in the Kingdom of Dashi were not from the same place, but they both had value in using each other.
The former hopes that the latter will set off religious conflicts and cause civil unrest in the food country, while the latter will use the power of the internal guards to ensure that it will not be swallowed up by Islam and Christianity and gradually grow stronger.
Therefore, the mixed-race Taoist priests did not think that the inner guards would use them as bait, just to have a painless meal. On the contrary, there was something wrong with the inner guards, and someone inside had sold the Zhenwu Cult, which was more likely.
This is undoubtedly very bad news...
The Neiwei and the Great Food Sect are both behemoths that they cannot afford to offend. The half-blood Taoist priest has no choice but to ask for help: "Is there any way, Zhenren?"
The burly man said: "I will join the envoy and go to the Tang Dynasty to solve this dilemma. You can wait with peace of mind."
The mixed-race Taoist priest's body was greatly shaken, and he quickly bowed his head and saluted: "Without the real person's protection, our religion would have fallen apart long ago. This time, the real person has to take action again, and I will remember this deeply!"
The burly man raised his hand: "Yang Ci, I gave you a Han name and taught you martial arts. You can be considered as half of my disciples. You don't have to be so outspoken... What's more, I went to the Tang Dynasty with the intention of getting married, and it wasn't all for my own sake.
you."
When the mixed-race Taoist priest heard the first half of the sentence, he was ecstatic at first, but as soon as the second half came out, he suddenly froze and said in a trembling voice: "Is it true that the real person... wants to fight with that person?"
"You are quite smart, I just mentioned it once."
The tall man smiled: "Yes, I am going to meet the commander of the inner guard during this trip to have a discussion!"
"This this……"
The mixed-race Taoist priest hesitated to speak, but from the trembling lips and the change in expression, it could be seen that he wanted to persuade this spiritual guardian, who could stand out and become a leader with a little guidance, not to do that thing.
thing.
The great commander of Tang Neiwei!
As early as the Sui Dynasty's national prestige spread throughout the Western Regions, internal defense was an unavoidable topic. The first-generation commander-in-chief, Sun Sheng, the second-generation commander-in-chief, Pei Ju, the third-generation commander-in-chief, Sun Wuji, and the assistant
The Zhenwu Sect's belief that the Holy King descended to earth and now returns to heaven has become an eternal legend.
It is precisely the legend of the fourth generation that the next successor should have been overshadowed. The fifth commander-in-chief was indeed missing for ten years. The person who took over later was said to be a young woman who lived in seclusion and never had the glory of the past.
Until five years ago, something big happened.
The remnants of Tubo returned to the country, elected Zanpu, and gathered their troops. In ten days, they were so powerful that they wiped out the surrounding internal guard strongholds in one fell swoop. They even threw the corpses of the elite internal guards into the Anxi Protectorate to announce the strong return of the Plateau Empire.
The countries in the Western Region are terrified, and all forces are ready to take action.
In fact, more than ten years after the Tubo subjugation, various tribes and ethnic groups have already been smoothly integrated into the culture of the Tang Dynasty. Even if there are resistance forces, they do not pose a real threat. Behind the fierce power of the rebels, there are obviously well-intentioned supporters.
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However, with the intelligence of the internal guards on all parties, the dispatch of the large-scale army could not be concealed from them at all. Although the Dashi side was suspected, they could not find any evidence.
Afterwards, all parties learned that the rulers of the Umayyad Dynasty had been cultivating an assassination team in the mountains. They defeated Muhammad's orthodox successor and successfully became the caliph. It was the assassination team's contribution that made the Tang Dynasty feel more and more oppressive.
At that time, it was those assassins who were ordered to take action that caused the internal guards guarding Anxi to suffer a huge loss.
On the surface, Dashi was still in diplomatic relations with the Tang Dynasty. Such behavior was obviously an undeclared war.
then.
A man comes from the west.
The fifth-generation commander of the inner guard officially showed his power to the world!
"While Guo Yuanzhen, the governor of Anxi, led his army to suppress the remnants of the former Tubo rebellion, the assassination group totaled 731 people, ranging from the leader to the messenger scouts. They were all killed within ten days, and their bodies were abandoned in the border city of Dashi.
The leader was hung on the top of the Damascus city for half a day before he was taken down with difficulty..."
"This is the price for irritating that person. If Dashi uses her army to attack head-on, the Tang army will respond. If she uses cunning means to attack and assassinate, causing civil strife, then she will pay back blood for blood, ten times as much!"
"Since the assassins of the assassination group are all unknown, Dashi officials will not claim them. However, after this battle, the Damascus castle has been reinforced several times, and the number of patrols has increased several times. I have to put a lot of thought into it when I come here.
…”
The burly man also thought of that battle and spoke in a very appreciative tone.
The mixed-race Taoist priest hurriedly advised: "This person knows the magic of ghosts and gods and has evil skills. If you go here with the heart of a warrior, you may be harmed!"
The burly man shook his head and laughed: "Her inheritance is not a ghost or evil method, but is closely related to what you believe in!"
The mixed-race Taoist priest was stunned: "What does this mean?"
"I have traveled all over the world over the years and have seen all kinds of skills. My martial arts has reached its end. Fortunately, she has kept me from being lonely. We must meet this side..."
The burly man did not explain in detail, but his voice was full of nostalgia and relief: "You can wait here with peace of mind. Within a hundred days, you will be able to escape from the prison and regain your freedom!"
The mixed-race Taoist priest found it difficult to understand, but he also saw his determination and knew that he could not persuade him, so he could only bow down and accept the order: "Yes!"
When he straightened up again, the burly man had disappeared without a trace. His eyes were shining with crystal color. He slowly prostrated himself and kowtowed towards the east: "Yang Cigong sends you my mentor!"
In Yang Ci's heart, the master, whom he would never see again, walked gracefully through the extremely narrow skylight, like a ghost, shuttling through the stone castle.
The purpose is clear.
"Um?"
But after a moment, his feet paused imperceptibly, and his gentle gaze, which was originally non-aggressive, suddenly became extremely sharp, scanning all directions.
The patrolling guards followed a strict route and did not dare to relax at all, but they obviously could not find this person. What was really worth guarding against was the ray of alertness that had just emerged from the sixth consciousness.
"Someone is following me?"
"interesting!"
But after searching for a while, there was no trace. The burly man raised his brows, stopped stopping, and headed towards his destination in a flash.
"call!"
Xiao Hei turned out from the shadows, his black gold vertical eyes watched the opponent's disappearing back, and his whole body was filled with fluctuations of mana: "You can actually sense my signs. You are indeed one of the few strong men who can compete with the master."
The purpose of her coming here was to solve the case. When she went to jail, she also wanted to find someone who could understand Arabic and could be used as a translator. She didn't expect to meet this acquaintance, so why bother looking for something far away? Just follow her directly...
However, it was really unexpected that the other party could detect something abnormal. Such an achievement was obviously otherworldly and reached an incredible level.
Fortunately, she transformed into a strange beast and used real ghost and god methods and evil techniques. She followed the burly man to a guest room without any danger.
Judging from the decoration, this should be a place for entertaining distinguished guests. There are also maids and attendants inside, but at this time, they looked blank and stood still.
The burly man swaggered into the house and skillfully changed into a monk's robe. His bones creaked and his height and posture changed.
In the blink of an eye, he became a tall and thin monk, with his hands clasped together, and a calming sense of peace suddenly emerged between his brows. He was simply a great eminent monk in the temple.
"Amitabha!"
The Buddha's name was low, and the attendants outside also woke up from a dream, and their expressions became lively.
Xiao Hei was amazed when he saw it.
She originally thought that this man would put on black armor and transform into the envoy's guard general, but she didn't expect that he would be disguised as a monk and possess such a powerful power to enchant the gods...
However, apart from assassination techniques, this person was indeed exposed to the most profound and mysterious martial arts in Buddhism.
In the martial arts of the Tang Dynasty, strength is the most important, and among all the strength schools, the consciousness-only strength created by Master Xuanzang is the most profound, extremely difficult to get started, and extremely high in achievement.
In this world, only Xuanzang and Guiji masters and disciples can open up the sixth consciousness. Even including those shady inheritors, there are only a few people. Even Li Yan did not survive during the Tang Dynasty.
Pressure ultimately stops at the fifth consciousness.
Yang Zaiwei is one of the powerful people who has broken through the sixth consciousness, and he is the youngest one.
Meeting him in Dashiwang City was undoubtedly a surprise for Xiao Hei.
"Master's master, Uncle Mute, if he lives to this day, he will be over a hundred years old and may have passed away. But where is the graveyard? I still need to look for it and pay homage to him."
When Li Yan ascended, Yang Zaiwei and Uncle Ya also paid homage outside the city, and then left together. Although they did not necessarily go together, Yang Zaiwei was the most likely person to know about Uncle Ya's whereabouts or graveyard.
Xiao Hei was originally going to look for him, but felt that this person was the hardest to find. Unexpectedly, he met him not long after he arrived, and then he realized that falling outside Dashi City might have been Li Yan's intention.
It's just that the two parties are meeting now, and this identity is not easy to explain.
Especially when the other party disguises his identity and goes deep into the top management of Dashi.
While Xiao Hei was pondering, heavy footsteps came. General Abu, who looked like an iron tower, walked in and spoke in Tubo language: "Master Juezhao!"
Yang Zaiwei clasped his hands together, looked kind and kind, and said in Tubo dialect: "General, be well!"
Xiaohei understood Tubo dialect, because Wan'er also learned it, and he was immediately overjoyed and listened quietly.
General Abu obviously didn't just come to say hello. After a few pleasantries, he got straight to the point and took out a letter and handed it over: "Master, please take a look."
Yang Zaiwei took it, opened the letter and read it carefully, with a real look of loneliness on his face: "As expected, Dalun Temple has already surrendered to the Tang Dynasty, and King Kumarajiva of the Ming Dynasty is even known as a holy monk. They have no hope of returning to the country.
So ambitious..."
General Abu had obviously read the letter, and was not surprised. He also had other ideas: "Our goal is not just Buddhism in Tubo. The Emperor of Tang severely criticized Buddhism in his country and forced monks to pay taxes. We should provide those believers who hope to be rescued with assistance."
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Islam originated in the uninhabited Arabian Peninsula, but during the Arab Empire, it quickly spread to the Middle East and North Africa. In just over a hundred years, even the Persian civilization was annexed.
The tax system is a key factor in achieving such great results.
Every time the Arabs conquered a place, they set different tax rates. Those who converted to Islam would pay less taxes, while pagans would pay several times more taxes. This directly stimulated the non-Muslim people. If they did not convert, they would have to pay several times their property or even be directly engulfed.
If you convert, you will be exempted from taxes and hard labor...
It is naturally self-evident how to choose.
Therefore, after learning about the foundation of Buddhism's belief among common people in the Tang Dynasty, and then discovering that the Tang Dynasty actually dared to tax Buddhism and treat it equally with non-believers, the senior officials of Dashi were overjoyed.
How dare Emperor Tang dare?
However, after receiving lessons from the assassination team, they have restrained themselves a lot, and only now have they officially used it.
Yang Zaiwei had no emotions in his heart, but his face showed some just right joy, and his acting skills were already perfect: "It is true what the general said. When I go to the Tang Dynasty, I will definitely convince me to release the monks and work together for a great cause!"
General Abu looked down upon this eminent monk who had been exiled from Tibet. However, it was precisely this kind of person who was easy to control. He said with a smile: "Okay! Okay!"
The two sides agreed on many details of the rebellion, and Yang Zaiwei asked logically: "I don't know when the envoy will be able to set off on the road? Will the time be missed due to repeated delays?"
General Abu had no doubt that he was there: "Please rest assured, master, the envoy will set off tomorrow. We will definitely catch up with Tang Dynasty's Qianqiu Festival and give the Tang Emperor an unforgettable birthday!"
"Good! Good!"
Yang Zaiwei clasped his hands together. The envoys were already dead in his heart, but he also expressed the same expectation for the trip to the Tang Dynasty: "It will definitely be an unforgettable festival for thousands of years!"