After Yang Lin won, he received news from the Northern Front that Han Shizhong had reached the Canglan River.
The two armies were separated by three days' journey. The northern and southern fronts were about to join forces in advance. Then, according to the original plan, they would join forces to attack southwest and completely conquer Tubo.
As the sun sets, I walk through the old home of the monks and nuns. There are no actual towns here for the Tibetan people, and most of them live scattered around.
Most of the people in Lali Gang are monks from the temple. A majestic and majestic temple stands in the wilderness of the plateau, looking particularly spectacular.
Looking at this temple, Yang Lin couldn't help but feel a little alarmed. Regimes that are coerced by religion often corrupt faster than imperial power, because they can be upright and fool the people.
Countless Tibetan people dedicated their entire lives and even generations of efforts to build this temple for their monks.
Living in a low mud house, the family struggled to survive, and all they wanted was peace of mind.
But those monks who live in tall temples, are they really worshiping the Buddha? The worldly desire for power has eroded their hearts. There are several temples full of eminent monks, and they are constantly fighting with each other for the sake of more slaves and slaves.
Other tribes and temples killed each other.
There are more than a dozen Buddhist sects in tiny Tubo, and they hate each other and want to kill each other.
If there really is a temple composed of monks who have no desires and desires, I am afraid that in these hundreds of years of fighting, not even the dregs will be left.
The molten gold of the setting sun hangs behind the temple, half of it has fallen.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Let's go and meet the eminent monks in the temple."
More than a thousand soldiers from the Long Live Battalion surrounded him and came to the mountain gate of the temple.
The mountain gate slowly opened. Several monks looked at it unkindly, but did not stop it. They must have received orders from senior monks not to resist.
Lu Qian opened the way in front, and the guards lined up. While sending Yang Lin into the temple, they occupied various intersections, and even the door was guarded by his own people.
Hundreds of personal guards drove all the monks in the temple into the courtyard. Yang Lin went straight to the center of the temple. When he gradually got closer to the towering hall, he was even more surprised. He could already see the beauty of this place from the outside.
It was majestic, but he never expected the temple to be so large.
The entire hilltop has become the backyard of the temple, with splendid buildings with golden walls standing on the mountain. From a distance, it seems that the mountain behind is also a temple, and construction is still ongoing.
In Tubo, the residence of the Living Buddha is called "Nangqian". The size of the Nangqian varies depending on the position of the Living Tulku. It also takes into account the number of believers and whether the property is generous. The monks and nuns are not a very big tribe.
Thinking of it, there is a big Buddha here.
The living Buddha's palace is divided into upper courtyard, middle courtyard and lower courtyard. It is large in scale, splendid and luxurious. The upper courtyard alone has three courtyards and countless palaces.
When they arrived at the backyard of the living Buddha, several monks came out, stretched out their hands to stop them, and asked in Chinese: "Why are you here here?"
After a big battle, Yang Lin didn't sleep for several nights. He wiped his eye mucus with his fingers on his eye sockets and the bridge of his nose, and said, "Ask me?"
Several monks were different from ordinary Tubo people. They were tall and burly, with red faces. They nodded and said: "Exactly."
"I have always liked to worship Buddha, please take me to see your living Buddha."
The two monks looked at each other and said, "Let me go in and ask for instructions."
Yang Lin laughed and said, "I don't think this is necessary. You can just lead the way."
"this"
After a moment of hesitation, four or five knives were placed on the necks of several people, making several eminent monks tremble.
Several monks did not dare to put on a show anymore, and led Yang Lin up the stairs on the left and entered the main hall on the second floor. They saw a sandalwood carved screen placed in the room. The screens were painted with various portraits of Buddhist stories, and there were also sandalwood and rosewood trees.
Wooden tables and chairs.
If it weren't for the monks around him, Yang Lin would have thought that when he arrived at the mansion of a wealthy family in Bianliang, there would be a courtyard comparable to Bianjing's splendor on the deserted plateau.
A living Buddha in dark red monk robes was sitting upright behind the desk. Judging from his appearance, he was only about 20 years old. He was thin and handsome. When he saw Yang Lin coming in, he smiled slightly and was not afraid.
, waved his hand to the side and said: "Young Master, please sit down."
The monk next to him quickly introduced him, saluted him, and said with reverence, "This is our Living Buddha Tsomo."
The living Buddha was so young, which shocked Yang Lin. He thought that only old monks here could be called Buddhas.
The young living Buddha smiled and said: "Young Master, you don't know something. I am the reincarnation of the previous living Buddha, so I look a little younger."
Yang Lin vaguely remembered that the system of reincarnated living Buddhas appeared in Tibetan Buddhism not so early.
I didn't expect that the small group of monks and nuns would be so avant-garde and come up with this very powerful system of reincarnation of living Buddhas so early.
Yang Lin chuckled: "Disrespectful, I am the reincarnation of Chen Xingjun, the attendant of Shenxiao Palace, the contemporary deputy headmaster of Shenxiao Taoist Sect, and I am also the real Chiyang."
Tsomo Living Buddha's eyelids twitched, but fortunately his Qi-nurturing skills were deep enough, and he soon calmed down. There was no abnormality on his face, and he smiled and said: "Young Zai traveled thousands of miles to come to our Tubo monks and nuns tribe. I don't know what is going on?
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Lu Qian saw that no one gave up his seat to the young master. He looked around and moved a chair to a place. Yang Lin sat down and said, "I was enjoying a good life in Bianliang. I was planning to live with dozens of houses and a beautiful wife."
Concubine, let’s celebrate the Lantern Festival together, and by the way, try hard to see if we can get them to conceive my child, which will make my father happy.
Who would have known that this little Tibetan monk Ning actually massacred tens of thousands of sons and daughters of our Song Dynasty. Each one of them was a subject of his own administration, and his parents and wives were eagerly awaiting his return at home. Such a great revenge must be avenged.
, I came here to avenge my soldiers and avenge the Song Dynasty."
Tsomo Living Buddha has survived among the many tribes in Tubo to this day. He has dealt with many powerful people in the northwest, but he has never seen anyone speak like this.
Tsomo Living Buddha was secretly anxious, but he still had an incomprehensible look on his face, saying: "Since I took over the Sangha and Nuns Department, the war here has been chaotic, and it is difficult to live in peace. Tubo and Xixia, Tubo and Uihe, Tubo and Dali,
There are also Tibetans and Tubos who are fighting against each other and causing endless chaos. As a result, the people are displaced and even we monks have no peace.
I enjoy the blessings of the common people, so how can I bear to sit back and watch the people here fall into endless misery. Since the young master has a compassionate heart and is the reincarnation of Xingjun, and is here to quell the war, I am willing to assist the young master and stabilize the people here."
Yang Lin snorted coldly in his heart, you are not very honest, I will definitely use someone more honest and obedient, but it is not a bad idea to use you to get over it first.
"Hahaha, the Living Buddha and I are worthy of having fairy backgrounds, and we talk happily. Come, let your men stay away, and let's discuss in detail how to stabilize the people here."