Chapter 2132 The Young Patriarch of the Ge Family: Cangyang Bengdi
The narrowest part of the entrance to Manasarovar Lake, the holy lake, is only a few dozen feet wide, but outside the entrance, there is a very vast and huge plain.
Although the entire plain is covered with white snow, there is a vast snowfield near the entrance of Manasarovar.
But there were small black spots of various sizes dotted around, just like blackheads appearing on Li Ke's clean white face that made his scalp numb.
At this moment, Master Jiacuo rode his horse forward at the forefront, behind Master Jiacuo.
There were sixty or seventy fat and strong men, all wearing Bon religious hats and Bon religious robes.
Driving his horse, he galloped towards the direction of the scattered black dots.
One of them, a tall and heroic young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a strong outline, was none other than Cheng Sanlang, the chief historian of the Yaozhou Governor's Office in the Tang Dynasty and the Protector of the Bon religion.
At this moment, he was also wearing a brightly colored Bon robe, holding his head high and standing shoulder to shoulder with the disciples of Master Jiacuo.
Behind them, a group of fat and strong Cheng family members were also wearing the same clothes as the Bon believers and riding on their mounts.
However, everyone's expressions are not very happy, after all, everyone is a very serious Cheng family.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they can rest and stroll around in any scene, but this is the first time in their lives to disguise themselves as religious figures.
However, for the Third Young Master's plan and for the peace and harmony of the Yaozhou Governor's Mansion on the plateau of the Tang Dynasty, they all bravely dedicated their first time.
"King Fa Cheng, look over there, someone is coming." Master Jiacuo suddenly spoke to remind him.
Cheng Sanlang looked in the direction pointed by his hand and saw at least nearly a hundred cavalrymen, speeding towards this side.
"Master, please call me by your Dharma name." Cheng Chubi quickly coughed, reminding Master Jiacuo not to let anything slip.
"By the way, which tribe is this?"
Master Jiacuo narrowed his eyes and looked at the flag erected at the front of the approaching team.
"Oh, it seems that during this period, the Ge family is guarding here, and the three big clans that have taken refuge in Tubo will be guarding this mountain pass respectively."
"But no matter which clan is waiting here, the other two clans will not be more than three days' journey from Manasarovar."
"It's just to prevent those Shang Hung tribes from suddenly raising troops to rescue the king. The three tribes are very powerful, but now they have become the rebels of the entire Shang Hung..."
While they were talking, Naya Baihu, the leader, had already led more than a hundred cavalry to the front.
After he saw clearly that it was a group of Bon monks who came, he quickly turned over and jumped off the horse, and bowed devoutly to the group of monks.
"Naya of Geshi has met all the masters."
Master Jiacuo, who had long been accustomed to such a scene, sat reservedly on the horse, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, his face was half-upturned, and he seemed to be ignoring him.
On the other hand, the fat and strong disciple on the side turned on his horse and stepped forward, bowed reservedly to the hundred households and asked.
"Who is calling the shots now, Ge?"
After hearing this question that was not polite at all, Naya Baihu did not dare to be dissatisfied and still spoke very humbly.
"Reporting to the master, the person in charge within the Ge family now is Cang Yang Bendi, the direct son of the clan leader."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound similar to fart coming from the Bon believer team, but Naya Baihu did not dare to look up rudely.
Instead, he asked very humbly, "May I ask why you are here, masters? I can go back to the clan to report and welcome you..."
"Tell Cangyang Bengdi that the great disciple of the right disciple, Master Jiacuo, is on a tour to the west under the orders of Zanpu."
"Master Jiacuo!" The Naya Baihu raised his head in shock and looked at Master Jiacuo, who was still sitting on the horse with his head raised, as if he was sleeping.
Especially after Master Nagatso took off the dharma hat on his head, he had a shiny bald gourd.
The sunlight from the clear sky was scattered in all directions, forming an indescribable halo around his head.
It looked so mysterious and sacred that all the hundreds of Naya households and the hundreds of cavalry behind them were so excited that their faces turned red and they all fell to the ground.
The halo radiating towards this bald lava is very similar to the halo shrouding the top of the holy mountain Kailash. Master Jiacuo.
Among the various tribes in Zhangzhong Kingdom, the Bon believers are all wise and sage people, and they are the home of their souls.
To them, the masters of Bon religion are simply gods-like existences.
Seeing these people acting like this, Master Jiacuo once again let out a pretentious snort.
The eldest disciple who had just questioned Naya Baihu spoke again.
"What are you still doing? Master is here. Don't you understand what needs to be done?"
After Naya quickly bowed to the ground, he retreated back with a frightened expression, and then shouted loudly.
Then several knights jumped on their horses and galloped towards the tribes dotted outside the mountain pass.
Cheng Chubi smacked his lips and muttered in a low voice, "This is the first time I've heard such a technical name..."
"Third Young Master, what's so funny about this name?" Cheng Fa on the side couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.
"Flies, disco, haha..."
"The third young master, he should be Cang Yang Bendi, right?" Deng Chengxin, who had a sharp ear and eyesight, reminded him in a low voice.
I always feel that my third son's eyes and expression when he smiles are very inappropriate, so I need to remind him to pay attention to the occasion.
Seeing the group of ancient people around him who had a deep gap with him for more than 1,400 years, Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes helplessly. Do you understand the homophone?
Forget it, I can be considered a religious person now, and those gangsters are not far away, so I don’t bother to explain what homophonic memes are.
Although he was used to seeing how respectful the plateau people were to the Bon believers, this was the first time Cheng Chubi had seen Master Jiacuo's pretentious behavior today.
Master Jiacuo noticed Cheng Sanlang's slanting eyes, and his anus tightened immediately. Then he secretly gave Cheng Sanlang a flattering smile and explained to Cheng Sanlang in a low voice.
"If you reveal your identity as Fa Wang Cheng, they will be even more pious than they are now."
"What, can they still come all the way to pay homage?" Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes unhappily.
Master Jiacuo smiled implicitly, said nothing, and then returned to his old god-like presence, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
But soon, Master Jiacuo came close to Cheng Chubi's ear and whispered again.
After Cheng Chubi thought about it carefully, he whispered into Master Jiacuo's ear.