On that day, several princes of Yu received Wang Fu's orders, which was considered a bad luck.
After coming back, Wang Fu fell down just after he finished speaking and before he could receive the reward.
Zhang Shuye suddenly became a hero from a criminal, and several people were immediately thrown into jail to find out where they rolled down the hillside that day.
Yang Lin led the crowd to arrive on horseback, with white silk ribbons tied around their crowns and waists, a yellow-beam Taoist crown on their head, and a black Taoist robe, with a solemn look on their face.
An altar has been set up here long ago. The purpose of coming to worship is to boost morale and to show that those who have made military exploits will not be forgotten, lest the army be unwilling to fight to the death.
After all, if a person with meritorious deeds ends up like Zhang Shuye, he will feel heartbroken, and no one is willing to move forward.
Yang Lin stepped forward, with seven-star steps on his feet, the fly whisk fluttering in his hand, and murmuring something in his mouth.
A soldier at the bottom covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Look at Shao Zai, are you going to perform a ritual?"
The one next to him, who was slightly older than him, knocked on his forehead and whispered: "What do you know? The young master is the real person of Yanqing Guan Chiyang, the deputy leader of Taoism, and a man of Taoism."
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These two soldiers turned out to be brothers. The elder brother was Wu Jie and the younger brother was Wu Lin. They were both from Longgan County of the Deshun Army. They were originally two soldiers from the Western Army. They went south with Xin Xingzong, but when they left,
I didn't catch up so I stayed here.
Wu Lin hit her brother, looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so she said unconvinced: "I don't believe in these Buddhas and Taoists, they are all deceptive."
Wu Jie was furious and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"
Wu Lin rolled his eyes and turned to look elsewhere, but everyone around him looked at Yang Lin very piously.
"At that time, the Suffering God, the Lord of Suffering, is filling the realms of the ten directions. He always uses his majestic power to save all sentient beings and save them from being lost. All sentient beings are unaware, just like blindly seeing the sun and moon. I am too inexperienced, and my efforts are boundless."
Yang Lin practiced day and night in Bianliang and became proficient in Taoism. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he would just cross over the undead souls for peace of mind.
The paper was fluttering and the white flowers were swaying. He was reciting loudly, which alarmed the people below. There was a family of Bai hunters at the foot of the mountain. In order to save himself, Zhang Shuye rolled down the mountain that day and happened to hang in a bush. He was rescued by the hunters.
Got home.
Now when I hear the Chinese language, it is not the same as what the person I saved back then said. I just think that his family has finally come to look for him.
The hunter who was chopping wood rushed down, dragging Zhang Shuye who was confused, and ran out, gesticulating with his hands all the time.
Zhang Shuye was pulled a little painfully, and he shouted: "What on earth is going on? Slow down! It's not too late to promote Han style here. After I go out, I will remind you to tell the emperor, vigorously, hey, slow down."
The hunter was strong and could not bear to carry him on his shoulders. He was carrying a man in the jungle but he was walking as fast as flying.
In the forest in spring, everything was revived. With this scene, Uncle Zhang was inspired to write poems at night, but he felt a little uncomfortable. He just kept shouting: "Slow down, slow down."
It's so good to die. This sentence came out of his Kaifeng accent, which is a bit similar to the Bai people's "Hurry up, hurry up."
The hunter bared his teeth and smiled, showing off his skills. He was like an elf in the forest, as quick as a deer.
Halfway up the mountain, one of Yang Lin's scriptures has reached the last paragraph. He sighed and said loudly: "The soul rises to the blue and falls, and rides the wind to return to its hometown. At this moment, the soul is broken with tears. Even if it is farewell forever, the soul returns.
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As soon as he finished speaking, everyone below was in tears. Suddenly a figure jumped out from below. Lu Qian's eyes were tearing up. He pulled out the sword in his hand and it was too late to go to the altar. He just yelled: "There is an assassin!"
Everyone below could see clearly that they saw a thin man in strange clothes, carrying a middle-aged man in ragged clothes, standing in front of the stage, not knowing what to say.
On his back, Zhang Shuye recognized Yang Lin at a glance and said happily: "Young Master?"——
"I'm convinced. After I go back, I'll find a Taoist temple, hoping that I can understand life and death for the rest of my life." Wu Lin muttered like a man possessed.
Wu Jie laughed and scolded angrily: "You idiot, either I told you everything, or Magistrate Zhang didn't fall to death."
"With so many people watching, Yang Shaozai said that he had returned in spirit, and a messenger sent Zhang Shuye back. Shaozai was humble and refused to show any miracles, so he excused Magistrate Zhang for not falling to death. Brother, you don't understand this.
What?"
Wu Jie was too lazy to argue with him, and strode along with the team, heading towards Yangyi Meicheng.
Yang Lin and others were on horseback and had gone back long ago, including Zhang Shuye who saw the light of day again.
After he was rescued, he was afraid of being chased by Wang Fu, so he never dared to show up.
Yang Lin was in a very happy mood and dragged Zhang Shuye to his small courtyard. After entering, there was a sand table at the door.
Zhang Shuye nodded secretly in his heart. Wang Fu came here and only drank and had fun every day. He was also a high-ranking official close to the emperor, but his background as the number one scholar was different.
Yang Lin excitedly ordered to go down and buy some food and drinks so that he could support Uncle Zhang at night.
This time I came to Dali, it was a pleasant surprise and it was a good start.
I hope the Battle of Tubo can be completed smoothly. I don't have time to stay here for a long time. If it turns into a quagmire of war, such as the Sui Dynasty conquering Goryeo and the Tang Dynasty attacking Nanzhao, it will be all over.
It affected the military and horse supplies of the Song Dynasty, or promoted the integration and unity of the Tubo tribes, which were all disastrous consequences.
The war in the north is estimated to have started soon. Even if the winter in the north ends late, it will not drag on for too long.
The battle between Liao and Jin was bound to cause the earth to shatter, and a race would fall into ruin from then on.
The land of Youyan, the gateway to the Central Plains, and the dangerous location of the Great Wall, will come back sooner or later. No matter who wins, the Song Dynasty will join the war.
After a banquet, the memorial ceremony turned into a night banquet. Yang Lin entertained Zhang Shuye, and then carefully inquired about every detail of that night's battle.
"The Tubo people have poor military discipline and are particularly weak in night battles. Most of them are greedy for money and afraid of death, and few are willing to fight to the death for their lord." Yang Lin said in a solemn voice. This was the information he got from Zhang Shuye.
Zhang Shuye nodded and said: "The Tubos have been fighting each other for two hundred years, and their morale has been lost. Except for some brave Tibetan monks, other soldiers may not die for their lords. If we can divide them, we will not fight."
But being level is the best policy."
Yang Lin chuckled and said: "First fight a few beautiful battles to establish your authority and kill the Tibetan people to show your strength. Otherwise, there will always be people who are lucky enough to resist the heavenly soldiers."
These words were said with a smile, but there was a clanking sound, which made Zhang Shuye very heartbroken.
Fighting with such people is the battlefield that men yearn for when they are young. There is a struggle in the Central Plains, and the situation is like Di and Rong. The husband has ambitions in all directions, and he can say that he is poor.