Chapter 23 The wise man closed the live broadcast room
"I am a descendant of the royal family of Dayan! I want to restore Dayan and bring the glory of Xianbei to the Central Plains again!"
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"I would rather die than be a chess piece in the hands of others! We will both perish!"
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"Ahhhh! Who am I? No! Lord..."
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"Brother Murong? Brother Murong?"
When Huang Shang's concerned face came into his eyes, Murong Bo felt like he had had a long nightmare.
Many things happened in the nightmare.
He seemed to have turned into a crystal clear doll, roaring, struggling, and wandering!
But no matter how he resisted, countless threads came from all directions, entangled around his limbs, pulled his head, and knelt down before a black shadow that covered the sky and the sun.
He was about to be dragged into the bottomless abyss, but at the last critical moment, light shone down and pulled him out.
Then he saw Huang Shang.
"I...who am I?"
Murong Bo's eyes were blank and his mind was in chaos. The first sentence he said was actually the first question in his life.
"Um?"
Huang Shang was sure that he was not pretending, and said with concern: "Brother Murong, you and I traveled to Guangdong and Guangdong together last year, and then we said goodbye reluctantly. Have you forgotten?"
This is not intentional mischief, but respect for the character.
Because when Murong Bo deliberately approached him, he was pretending to be Murong Xing. A normal Huang Shang would naturally only know this person.
And as his gentle voice reached his ears, part of the memory in Murong Bo's chaotic brain became clear.
It was his experience traveling with Huang Shang from August to November last year.
Substitute the false for the true.
"Murong! Murong! Yes, my surname is Murong, that's right!"
The thread of faith in his body grew rapidly, and Murong Bo murmured to himself: "Do I have a family?"
Huang Shangdao: "You are no longer here, but you have an old friend in Jiangnan. His son Fu'er has now become my book boy. I will treat him well!"
"Friends from Jiangnan..."
Murong Bo subconsciously felt that this friend was very familiar, extremely familiar, and couldn't help but repeat: "Yes, my good friend's son, thanks to you for taking care of him!"
The thread of faith was thickened to the extreme. Murong Bo accepted his identity and looked at Huang Shang. His eyes revealed the joy and heartfelt gratitude of reunited friends: "I owe Sheng Zhong too much, and I can't repay it."
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"Why should this be like this between you and me?"
Huang Shang helped him up and observed Murong Bo's condition. He couldn't help but be secretly frightened by the reincarnation man's methods.
Even he never imagined that one day, Murong Bo would become a pawn in his hands.
This guy is the mastermind behind the scenes, cunning, tolerant, and will do anything to restore the country.
No matter how great the temptation is, he cannot obey others' orders.
Previously, Murong Bo asked Murong Fu to come to Huang Shang's side as a book boy, and then hide in the dark and silently guide him, just to control the Song Dynasty court with the help of Huang Shang.
This was originally a time bomb. If you were not careful, it would capsize in the gutter. Huang Shang decided to solve it himself after the first batch of reincarnators left.
Unexpectedly, the puppet master assisted. With the help of the tricks in the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual, and using the crystal doll as a medium, he took advantage of Murong Bo's serious injury to launch an offensive.
As a result, Murong Bo's spiritual defense was indeed destroyed and he became unconscious. However, the two sides were in a stalemate and before they were completely under control, Huang Shang intervened.
Is it a loss of morals? Or is it an honest man taking over?
No! This is friendship!
Even if you lose most of your previous memories, as long as you remember our travels to Guangdong and Guangxi, that’s enough!
At this time, Murong Bo felt so grateful that he had nothing to repay.
As the leader of the Three Yuan Dynasty, the other party not only remembered the friendship at that time, but also helped him take care of his friend's son. What more could I ask for from such a friend?
"I'm leaving!"
Pride and self-esteem made him stand up. He didn't want Huang Shang to continue to see his embarrassed appearance, but he silently made up his mind: "Shengzhong, I will repay you!"
Huang Shang did not try to persuade Murong Bo to stay. After bidding farewell silently with a thread of faith, he looked at Jiumozhi. The Thunder Water of Wenqu Star lit up and the Jie Gua fell.
When Wenquxing was not yet established, Jie Gua could help Murong Fu expel the life and death talisman given by the Tianshan boy's grandmother, and now it is even more difficult.
The groggy Jiumozhi only felt that he was wrapped in a warm breath, as if he had returned to the arms of his childhood father. The strange breath in his body was quickly cleared, and the stagnant Qi finally circulated slowly.
Take a breath and open your eyes.
Murong Bo disappeared. In front of him was a handsome, graceful and majestic Song Dynasty man. His heart was filled with fear, and he stood up and saluted: "Little monk Jiumozhi, from Dalun Temple in Tubo, thank you benefactor for saving me!"
Huang Shang smiled and said: "Huang Shang, the magistrate of Yongzhou and the deputy envoy of Guangnan West Road, has heard the name of the Tantric Vajra Sect for a long time!"
Jiumozhi knew something about the official positions in the Song Dynasty. He was shocked when he heard this: "I don't want the donor to have been in power for a long time at a young age. It's disrespectful! It's disrespectful!"
During the conversation, Huang Shang could clearly feel that Maharaja Maharaja was far more resistant to the thread of faith than the others.
This is actually normal. If you control the four divine dragons at will, the reincarnation will be invincible for a long time.
Therefore, Huang Shang mainly focused on influence. After chatting for a while, he talked about the issue of Tubo's oppression: "It is unwise for Tubo to raise unjust troops and attack Dali. It is China's responsibility to bring order to the vassal state. We, the Song Dynasty, cannot
in spite of!"
Jiumozhi's face changed slightly and he shouted the Buddha's name.
This kind of threat seems ridiculous, but looking at the reaction of Daiwa Mingwang, you know that it is not ridiculous.
When Tubo was at its most glorious, it brought disaster to the Central Plains and defeated Chang'an three times. Its threat was far greater than that of Xixia and Liao today.
But the Buddhism brought by Princess Wencheng polished off the glory of that year.
I have to say that Buddhism is really awesome in terms of how it harms the country.
After all, Dali is a small country, so it's okay to be like this. Tubo is a typical example.
Today's Tubo is not as aggressive as Jiaozhi.
They dare to bully Dali, but they are even more timid if they really want to confront Da Song.
Of course, you have to give a carrot for every stick. Huang Shang added: "Actually, I, the Song Dynasty, are very interested in your horses and are willing to trade tea and silk for good horses. However, in recent years, the Qingtang Tibetans have been greedy, and the horses have been
This was a good move, but Xixia sent troops to attack again and again. If we can directly trade with Tubo Zampu, take the Dali Road, and join the Guangnan West Road, wouldn't we get the best of both worlds?"
Jiumozhi's eyes lit up and he immediately became interested: "Huang Yunshi can make the decision?"
Huang Shang said confidently: "Yes, it depends on whether the master can convince Tubo Zanpu!"
Jiumozhi also smiled confidently: "Zanpu has always admired Chinese culture, so naturally he is willing!"
Zanpu is the title of the Tubo ruler. The Dalun Temple in the Snow Mountain where Jiumozhi lives is the Tubo Zanpu, who is a descendant of Songtsen Gampo.
Although it is orthodox, just like the Emperor Zhou in the Spring and Autumn Period, it is not strong and is just a symbol. Fortunately, Tubo is similar to India. The lower class is particularly afraid of nobles. The bloodline passed down from Songtsen Gampo is the most popular among the Tubo people.
He can barely maintain a decent life.
Even so, Tubo Zanpu was extremely happy to have direct contact with the Song Dynasty.
Because at this stage, it is not Zanpu who is conducting direct transactions with the Song Dynasty, but Qingtang Tubo.
Qingtang Tubo was like a powerful minister. During the tea-horse trade with the Song Dynasty, while acting as a middleman to earn the price difference, he also used tea and silk from the Central Plains to win over senior officials of other ministries, further consolidating his position and eclipsing the power of the king.
So Zamp naturally hopes to trade directly with Song Dynasty.
Of course, there are many difficulties.
The biggest trouble is the need for a safe and stable transportation channel.
In the past, people had to go through Qingtang, otherwise they would be attacked and killed by Xixia and other forces.
Now, with the Dali transfer, it is possible to open up a new transportation road.
This road is actually much longer, and there are also Wuman tribes such as Luo Dian, so if you are not careful, you will be in more trouble.
What's more, the huge profits of the tea-horse business have attracted many people's attention. If this piece of cake is touched now, the territory of Tubo will be turned upside down...
Under normal circumstances, Jiumozhi would not get involved in such muddy waters, but at this time, he was full of motivation in his heart.
If this happens, he will not only become King Maha Lun Ming, but also become the Tubo State Preceptor!
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Western Region.
Xia Hui and the Taoist priest, each riding a camel, looked at Murong Bo in the mirror thanking him for his kindness, and Jiumozhi felt full of ambition.
The Taoist priest sighed: "Is Huang Shang planning to open the second tea and horse trading market in the Song Dynasty in Guangxi? If it succeeds, not only will there be endless political resources and profits, but part of the lifeblood of the Song Dynasty will also be in his hands.
How old can he be when he becomes prime minister? Forty years old? Thirty years old? It’s a pity that we can’t see it anymore!”
Xia Hui clicked her tongue and marveled: "In fact, Huang Shang should not be allowed to be the prime minister. We should thank the puppet master. Look at the civil strife in Dali, the Five Poison Sect, the Dalun Ming King, and Gusu Murong. None of them are the efforts of the puppet master. This is a loyal song.
Hymn, he is another great comrade who hid behind enemy lines and worked silently after Ao Guanhai and Sichuan founded the country..."
Before she could finish her words, the mirror shook, the light dimmed, and the picture disappeared.
Xia Hui groaned and slapped the mirror repeatedly in anxiety: "Why did you close all the live broadcast rooms? You can't afford to lose!"
The Taoist priest sighed with sadness: "I knew that if you keep saying this, one day, "The Wise Man's Thousand Considerations" will be discontinued! Without the drama to follow, we will have to return to the boring life before..."