Not long after, a child came up from the lake. The child was holding a handful of water plants in his hand. After he came ashore, he did not put on his coat in a hurry, but made a fire and put the water plants on the fire to roast.
The old man Zhuoga said to the child: "Gar, come quickly to see the guest."
Gar glanced at the Central Plains monk, then looked away, and continued to burn the water plants he had caught.
"Gar is only five years old, and he can swim like a fish in the holy lake. He will definitely be a wise person in the future." Zhuo Ga smiled.
Xuanzang was also observing this child, "If he is not afraid of severe cold or deep water, he will definitely become famous all over the world in the future."
Monk Xuanzang also expressed his own opinion.
Zhuo Ga introduced: "He is Lu Dongzan's child. When I came back from the Tang Dynasty, the Prime Minister and Zampu wanted to go to the Tang Dynasty, so they gave this child to me to raise. They will give it to him when he is ten years old.
Praise to Lu Dong."
Monk Xuanzang added: "With a wise person like you raising me, this child will be a powerful person in the future."
"Wisdom..." Old Man Zhuoga looked up at the sky, "In Tubo, the sky is so low today. I have climbed the highest snow mountain. I want to listen to the voice of heaven and accept the wisdom given by God, but then
God ignored me and I sat there all day and night on the snowy mountain. I had no choice but to go down the mountain."
Xuanzang closed his eyes and breathed in the cold air, "But you are still the wisest person in Tibet."
"I thought so before, but I don't think so now. There is still a wise man in the Central Plains. He can solve the riddles that we cannot solve. The problem of the gate of life and death has not been solved yet."
Although Xuanzang said he was in Tianzhu, he often heard about things in the Central Plains. There was a man named Zhang Yang in the Central Plains. This man was as wise as a demon. Even the current Tian Khan relied on him. This man caused Tuyuhun to die.
Oh, let the king of Gaochang and his son be strangled to death, and the population of the Western Turks was almost wiped out.
Buddhism was declining in the Central Plains, and Xuanzang felt that he had to return to the Central Plains sooner.
Elder Zhuoga handed over a bowl of tea, "This is the fried tea that people in the Central Plains like now. You can drink it too."
Xuanzang took the bowl solemnly, took a sip of tea and thought for a long time, "It's bitter."
Old Zhuoga nodded and said: "It has been stored for a long time. I originally wanted to ask Zanpu for some new tea leaves, but he went to Guanzhong."
Xuanzang's monk's robes rustled, and he asked: "Will Zanpu come back after he has gone to Guanzhong?"
Zhuo Ga smiled and said: "No one knows whether Zanpu will come back from this trip. Many changes have taken place in Tubo in the past two years."
Looking at Xuanzang in front of him again, the old man Zhuoga sat down, pinched a handful of tsampa and threw it into the lake to feed the fish, "Xuan Zang, you are the same, you have changed a lot."
"The poor monk went to Tianzhu and got the scriptures. After returning, he will promote Buddhism and compile scriptures."
Zhuo Ga couldn't help but nod, "You have traveled so much, so you should have changed. Well, you have changed a lot. Compared with before, your heart is calmer."
Taking Tang Xuanzang away from the lake and walking to a high slope, the old man Zhuoga pointed to a Tubo tribe in the distance and said, "You have changed, Tubo has changed, and the Western Regions have also changed. There are many Tang people in Tubo now.
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"The poor monk understood that when the poor monk was in Tianzhu, the King of Tianzhu heard the news and asked the poor monk to go back with the scriptures."
Zhuoga's old man looked calm, "He will let you go back because he is afraid of Tian Khan."
Xuanzang replied: "Wrong, this is mercy. In order to avoid war and save the lives of thousands of people, I let the poor monk leave."
The old man Zhuoga did not like Buddhism. He was a native of Tibet and believed in the snow mountains and God. "Xuan Zang, you always think of yourself and others very noble. You can share your food with the wolves and rescue
A fish dying of thirst because you think you are noble."
Standing on this high slope, I feel that the sky is closer, as if I can reach out and touch it, but when I reach out, I can't touch it at all.
Old Zhuoga looked into the distance, "The eminent Tianzhu monk in Guanzhong has passed away."
Xuanzang's expression was stern. Although he tried his best to stay calm, there was more pain in his eyes.
This pain only lasted for a while and then disappeared.
The old man Zhuoga smiled and said: "I remember you said that it was the eminent monk from Tianzhu who told you that there are more scriptures in Tianzhu, which can fill the defects and gaps in Buddhism in the Central Plains. Where are your scriptures?"
Xuanzang pointed to the foot of the mountain. There was a yak at the foot of the mountain. The yak was carrying a lot of goods.
The old man Zhuoga smiled with relief, "It seems that Popo is also a very wise man. He gave you nobility and compassion, but he has no humanity. After all, we are just mortal bodies and should not be transcendent."
Monk Xuanzang chanted the Buddha's name again.
Zhuoga's eyes looked a little disappointed, "And you want to transcend mortals, which is wrong."
Xuanzang did not answer him, but said calmly: "The poor monk plans to recite sutras in the Potala Palace in order to meet the Buddha's Popo."
"I have always opposed Buddhism entering Tubo, but this is what Tubo Zanpu did. I can't stop it, so be it."
Xuanzang asked before leaving: "You are the last of your lineage."
Elder Zhuoga held the hand of the five-year-old child and replied with a smile: "Even if I am the only one left in this lineage, I will not join your Buddhism."
Garchi Zhengzhuo shouted loudly: "Monk! Go back quickly."
Monk Xuanzang looked deeply at the child and saluted again.
Old Zhuoga smiled and said: "I admire wisdom, and I like to be friends with wise people. I don't like to be friends with noble people like you."
"Once a poor monk enters Buddhism, he will no longer have such emotions."
Old Man Zhuoga said: "So you have been trying to erase your innate humanity. I hate this kind of friend. You have no wisdom. You just pretend to be noble."
The conversation was unpleasant, so Monk Xuanzang waved his sleeves and left.
Old Zhuoga shouted loudly: "Once you go to the Potala Palace, everyone will watch your every word and action."
Xuanzang ignored the old man's words.
After Zhang Yang read the contents of the letter, Xuanzang had returned from Tianzhu and had arrived at the border of Tubo. According to the location described in the letter, it should be near Namtso in Tubo.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Songtsen Gampo whispered: "When the Foreign Affairs Council ordered, Tubo also sent people to Tianzhu, and the King of Tianzhu drove Xuanzang out. Now he should be here
Chanting sutras in the Potala Palace for the deceased eminent monk from India."
Zhang Yang put down the letter and showed little interest in this matter. He was just a monk with the important task of revitalizing Buddhism.
Soon the wine and meat were served.
Songtsen Gampo took a sip of wine and said, "Zhang Yang, you are Tubo's rival. You have always been."
Zhang Yang nodded and said: "Lu Dongzan's son, I didn't expect that he is already five years old."
Songtsen Gampo nodded, "Lu Dongtsen is now in charge of Tubo affairs. He has given his son to the wisest people in Tibet to raise him. He will become a brave Tibetan warrior."
It seems that they all value this child.
And Zhang Yang really wanted to strangle the child to death before he grew up.
Because he has indeed become a very powerful person in history. Of course, this is the worst plan.
Zhang Yang did not drink, but took out the water cup hanging on his waist and drank a sip of warm tea. "In line with the principle of friendly coexistence between Tubo and the Tang Dynasty, whether it is Zanpu's children or Ludongzan's children, you
The second generation of Tubo people may be able to serve the Tang Dynasty."
Songtsen Gampo smiled and said: "If the Tang Dynasty has always been strong, it must be like this."
Whether Tubo will always surrender to the Tang Dynasty depends on whether the Tang Dynasty will always be strong.
The law of the jungle has never changed. History has been repeated over and over again, which makes people very tired.
Songtsen Gampo drank wine, ate a plate of pig ear meat, and left.
When Xuanzang went to Tianzhu, the journey was very long. At that time, the Western Regions had not yet been pacified, and Tubo and the Tang Dynasty were about to go to war. He wanted to pass from Tuyuhun to Tubo, then go to the Western Regions, and after passing the Western Regions, go south to Tianzhu.
The journey back to the Central Plains from Tianzhu was much smoother.
At this time, Tubo had been pacified, Songtsen Gampo was in Guanzhong, Tubo had surrendered, and there were many officials from the Foreign Affairs Academy in Tubo.
And he left the Tang Dynasty and traveled nearly 50,000 miles to Tianzhu. When he returned from Tianzhu, he could cross the mountains of Tubo and directly enter the territory of Tubo.
Now that Tubo has surrendered, Xuanzang can travel less than 30,000 miles. Once he enters the Western Regions, he will reach the boundary of the Tang Dynasty. Once he enters Tubo, he can go home.
Xuanzang left the Tang Dynasty, which was also developing and expanding. The four towns of Anxi had already belonged to the Tang Dynasty. Xuanzang's journey home was much smoother.
Li Tai followed his brother-in-law out of the hut, "Xuan Zang claims to be noble and has abandoned his humanity. What fun is there in living like this?"
Zhang Yang walked with his hands folded, "When he wants to make more people "noble" and become people like him, he feels that his life is very interesting."
"It's so twisted." Li Tai held his forehead in pain, "If everyone became like this, would we still be human? Can we still survive in this world? Everyone is doing the same thing, and I really want to kill him halfway.
I killed this monk Xuanzang.”
Xuanzang's ideal is beautiful. He wants Buddhism to prosper. This is his ideal.
If this is the case, it will be a disaster. The talent of poetry and literature will be stifled by Buddhist scriptures, people's ideals will disappear, and the country will lose the motivation to rise.
This kind of nobility that puts one's own moral character above human nature is indeed terrifying.
Xuanzang was a terrible person, and he finally came to this conclusion.
Zhang Yang stopped with his hands in his hands, "His Royal Highness the King of Wei is right, we should kill this monk halfway."
Li Tai hesitated, "It's wrong to kill someone for no reason."
Zhang Yang nodded slightly, "We still need to consider the long term."
Li Tai also looked at the letter that Songtsan Gampo brought and said, "The Tubo people have been taught really well. They can write Guanzhong characters."
"That was written by an acquaintance in Tubo. It will take time to civilize Tubo, and the Tang Dynasty also needs to civilize Turks. At present, we cannot say that there is no progress, but that the progress is slow."
Zhang Yang brought Li Tai, who also looked sad, to Lishan Mountain, where his younger brother and sister were in class.
Sitting by the Huaqing Pool, Zhang Yang began to write the memorial. Li Tai also sat down to help his brother-in-law organize the memorial and polish the ink.
I wrote an education strategy to teach all Turkic people to learn Guanzhong dialect. It is obviously unrealistic to write Guanzhong characters. The most cost-effective and efficient way is to start with babies, starting with Turkic children.
Children under the age of fifteen must begin to learn Guanzhong characters and Guanzhong dialect, and from now on, merchants from the Tang Dynasty must use Guanzhong characters and speak Guanzhong dialect when interacting with Turks.
Let them know that only by learning Guanzhong dialect can they successfully benefit from Guanzhong and survive better.
Li Tai opened a memorial, read it with his eyes, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, Donggong has come to ask for money again."
Zhang Yang put down his memorial and put it aside.
Placing the memorial in front of his brother-in-law, Li Tai's fat face was full of logic, "I have long said that the prince will lose all his family wealth sooner or later when he rebuilds Chongdefang and builds a Weifu, a county government, and a literature museum. He
I haven’t even thought about a wine shop.”
Li Tai likes the prince's jokes very much. He has to say that he is not afraid of the rich second generation losing their fortune, but he is afraid of the rich second generation starting their own business.
Li Chengqian was the second richest generation in the Tang Dynasty.
In the past, expenses in the imperial court were tight, but now that the palace finally had some spare money, it was about to be squandered by the prince, and he still owed a lot of debts.
Many craftsmen were not paid with money.
We also arranged for boys to serve tea and water. Where can those boys get their money?
Of course, His Highness the Prince's business failed, so no debtor should go to Chengtianmen to complain. His Highness the Prince turned out to be a kind man, so he wrote a memorial to seek help from Shangshu Shengdu Zhilang, and sent it to Lishan Mountain.
In the early years, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince put a lot of thought into establishing an official school. He had always hoped to bring more talents to the Tang Dynasty and make the imperial examinations more prosperous.
The starting point is good and the heart is good, but this prince is too simple, too honest and kind.
Li Tai whispered: "Brother-in-law, how about asking the prince to rebuild Chongde Square into more wine shops and post houses?"
As long as you can open a wine shop and a posthouse in Chang'an City, you will basically not lose money given the current density and prosperity of Chang'an City.
Zhang Yang shook his head and said: "Wouldn't it cost more to rebuild again? In fact, solving this problem is simple and not difficult at all."
The main reason is that in the past two years, my brother-in-law has rarely been seen in public, rarely made any moves, and has almost forgotten this sense of existence.
Zhang Yang patiently explained while writing, "Your Highness King Wei, in fact, most people in the Tang Dynasty have no money, but as a group of literati, they can have money or they can have no money. In order to achieve their goals, those who have money can
You can become a scholar by changing your identity."
"Transform?" Li Tai imagined what it would be like to transform.
"When it comes to literati, literati all have figures they admire, such as Fang Xiang, Zheng Gong, Zhao Guogong, Mr. Kong Yingda, and Mr. Yu Shinan. As long as these people go to Chongde Square to sit down every day, or write a word or two,
Even if you do nothing, you can attract many literati."
Li Tai's expression was like a rubber ball that had run out of air. From now on, whenever there are memorials sent from the East Palace, people will intercept them!
The fat man's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He was so angry that he held the pen in a fist with his thumb trembling against the tip of the pen.
Zhang Yang added: "This alone is not enough. We also need to arrange some money for tea and snacks, and prepare a few officials from the court to go to Chongde Square to explain the current government measures. This will get twice the result with half the effort!"
Hearing this, there was only a crisp sound, and Li Tai realized that the pen in his hand was broken.