Chapter 310 Since ancient times, the winner is the king
Several monks were driven out by Lu Qian and others like flies, leaving Tsomo Living Buddha as the only Tibetan in the room.
Yang Lin worked hard to win the battle, and he did not come here to pretend to be a grandson. He must maintain a high posture.
Although the Living Buddha seemed calm and calm, he was actually extremely panicked. He knew best whether he was the Living Buddha or not, but he was recommended to this position because of the bloodline left by the previous Living Buddha.
At this time, the Song soldiers were approaching the territory, and the lord Shang Keyi under their control had been beheaded and thrown into the Nu River.
The Young Master of the Song Dynasty in front of him could flatten his own temple with just one sentence. The two sides were not on an equal footing at all.
If the Song official in front of me is unwilling to recommend him to rule the local people, his life will be in danger.
Seeing that the irrelevant people had cleared the place, Yang Lin smiled and said: "I have a problem, that is, I don't like to mince words when speaking, and I must go straight to the point.
This Tubo is about to be completely conquered by us, and it is bound to support a tantric leader to help us rule the Tibetan people.
This person does not need to have any talents or deep knowledge of Buddhism. I only have one requirement, which is to be obedient."
After Yang Lin finished speaking, he looked at Tsomo Living Buddha and saw that the young man's face turned red. He was obviously used to being aloof and was not used to being lectured in such a tone.
With a sneer, Yang Lin asked: "Just tell me if you are willing to do it. If not, I will have you killed and then find the next one."
A series of knife-like questions made Tsomo Tulku unable to resist, and he said anxiously: "I am willing to be used by the Song Dynasty."
Yang Lin laughed, stood up, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes. If you are obedient, it will not be difficult for me to help you unify Tubo Tantric Buddhism. Moreover, the various tribes of Tubo can be unified and the wars can be eliminated.
, the people can naturally live and work in peace and contentment, which is a supreme merit."
Tsomo's eyes flashed slightly and he remained calm.
Yang Lin was so angry when he saw his arrogant appearance that he had bad intentions. He smiled narrowly and said, "If you dare to disobey me, I have a little brother named Gao Bing in Bianliang.
I like men, and I think you look quite pretty."
Tsomo Living Buddha was furious and stood up. After a trembling battle between heaven and man, he still gave in and said: "I am willing to serve the Song Dynasty and manage the Western Tantric Sect and the people."
Yang Lin shook his head and said, "Didn't I make it clear enough? All you can do is be obedient. How to manage the Tantric Cult and the Tibetan people is our business. This is a deal, and all you get is your life."
For the matter of unifying Tantric Buddhism, Yang Lin had already drafted candidates, but he could not allow Tubo people to continue to serve as living Buddhas.
Otherwise, sooner or later, dissent will arise in this land, and it will be difficult to manage.
The separation of politics and religion is the primary factor for local stability. Thousands of years later in later history, there is still a small group of people who are making trouble under the banner of Buddhism. This is because they once had too much power and ambitions.
Knocking on wooden fish to guide everyone to be kind and reduce fighting, cheating, abduction and other criminal activities in some places is Yang Lin's greatest expectation for the esoteric sect, and he doesn't expect them to bother with anything else.
Although the southwest is not the top priority, it must be taken care of properly sooner or later. Otherwise, when the war in the north starts, and it is held back here, it will be very bad.
Yang Lin threatened and sarcastically beat Tsomo Living Buddha hard. The young living Buddha had never seen such a person before. He took off all his armor. You would believe him if you said he was a rogue and idle guy.
This man is well versed in all kinds of blackmail, clichés, threats, trickery, and ridicule. After a whole day of chatting, his back was wet with sweat.
At this time, a female slave walked in quietly, offered two cups of milk tea to Yang Lin and Cuomo, and then left gently.
Yang Lin stared at her curiously. There was actually a female slave in this temple. Tsomo looked at his gaze and quickly said with a flattering smile: "This is the Buddhist slave of this temple. If the young master likes it, I will let her serve the young master."
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Yang Lin quickly waved his hand and said, "I don't like this."
Just kidding, I really can’t fall in love with this Tibetan woman. She has big shoulders, a round waist, and a masculine face.
Yang Lin found a temporary worker for the Tantric believers who ruled Tubo in the Song Dynasty, and reached an agreement with him. He was in a very good mood, stood up and said: "Come, brother Tsomo, take me around to see it.
You are such a grand temple."
Tsomo's heart sank, and he was extremely unwilling to show him around the temple like a follower in front of believers and monks.
Unfortunately, we had no control over the situation, so we had to get up and lead Yang Lin and others out of the backyard.
Stepping into the main hall of the temple, there is a throne in the middle. The throne is three feet high and four feet square. It is made entirely of brass and surrounded by nine golden dragons. The seat is inlaid with silver flowers, dragons, lions, etc. On the seat are displayed robes and ritual instruments.
There are huge pillars on the left and right of the throne, with four golden dragons hanging on them. Under the throne are eight vivid bronze lions.
Various styles of large and small lanterns are hung on the high roof of the hall, which are exquisite and exquisite, and there are many colorful embroidered images hanging around.
There are more than 200 gilt-bronze Buddhas, and their style is somewhat different from Central Plains Mahayana Buddhism, but somewhat similar to Dali Buddhism.
Yang Lin thought to himself, my Miaozhen baby is the most adorable, obedient and well-behaved. How could I not bring her something during this expedition? She happened to be a Buddhist, so I borrowed the Buddha's name and presented flowers to her.
"Lu Qian, take down that little Buddha statue with the orchid finger if you see it."
Lu Qian ordered a soldier from the Long Live Battalion to ride on his brother's neck, and with a smile, used the handle of his knife to hook him off.
Everyone was laughing and chatting, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Only the heart of Tsomo Living Buddha seemed to be bleeding -
Huanglong Mansion was covered in ice and snow, with corpses everywhere.
The roars of the Jurchen warriors were earth-shattering, and the cheers and shouts resounded throughout Huanglong Mansion.
No one expected that the Jurchens, with less than 20,000 people, would choose to fight in the field instead of defending the city.
After the city gate was opened, it was like the gate of hell opened, releasing a group of man-eating demons.
Twenty thousand Jurchen Tatars, riding armor-clad war horses, rushed out of the city and headed straight for the Khitan army.
The protagonists on the future battlefield, the prototypes of the Jurchen Iron Pagoda and the Kaizi Horse, appeared on the battlefield for the first time and showed their strength and invincibility.
Wanyan Aguda was like a red-eyed gambler, taking all his troops and horses and rushing towards the 700,000 Khitan army.
On this day, the Huanglong Mansion was enveloped in blood, and Wanyan Agu won the bet against him.
The Khitan central army was easily broken through by these people. The Khitan soldiers and horses, which had long been full of complaints, dispersed like birds and beasts.
The Jurchens chased on horseback, often with dozens of people chasing a hundred. Along the way, countless people raised their weapons and knelt down to surrender. The Jurchen Tatars did not even have time to collect the prisoners.