Chapter 1289 Mutton Fat Jade (Happy New Year!)
The "Vajra Tripitaka" is an eminent Tibetan monk.
Jinglian has not yet entered the secret treasure realm at this time, and will combine the Buddhist teachings inherited from the "Saltar Protector" with the Sanskrit Shakti Dharma, and integrate it into the "Secret Binding Buddhism" lineage.
However, the exchanges between Tubo and Tianzhu have always been quite close.
It is impossible to say what method the "Vajra Tripitaka" learned from Sanskrit and how to combine it with Buddhism. Su Wu has never seen the 'Vajra Tripitaka' with his own eyes, so he doesn't know what its strength is. However, in the current Tang Dynasty, with all the stars shining brightly, and many outstanding figures from later generations who want to reverse the cause and effect, how can the 'Vajra Tripitaka' survive in such a situation? Afterwards, his reputation spread far and wide from Tubo to the Tang Dynasty, and his strength was by no means ordinary.
At least it's impossible for Zhang Fang, a ranger who just got the 'befriending the guile', to be able to compare with him.
However, Su Wu immediately asked Zhang Fang to go with these Bukhan people to ask the Tibetan monk for the skull of their king. What he relied on was not what Zhang Fang had learned about marrying the sect, but Zhang Fang himself. They were from the Tang Dynasty, and the "Tang Dynasty" was enough to become the object of fear for the Tubo monks.
Abeli once said that King Kong Tripitaka came with the Tibetan peace envoys. The reason why Tubo sought peace was because it was severely defeated by the Tang army outside and therefore came to beg for mercy.
Since he came to beg for mercy, he naturally had to pinch his tail at every turn.
Now entering the territory of the Tang Dynasty, any Tang Dynasty person became a target that Tubo did not dare to provoke and could not provoke.
With the convenience of being a Tang person, it would not be difficult to claim back the skull of King Bahanna that they should have returned.
Zhang Fang also had some knowledge. When he heard what Su Wu said, he immediately understood what Su Wu meant.
He received this huge benefit from Su Wu, and naturally he would not refuse Su Wu's small request. He immediately offered his hand to Su Wu and said: "I am willing to go with these people from the country of Bukhan to find the Tubo envoy." The troops, please take back the skull of their old king!”
Abeli and other people from Bahan's country, seeing that Zhang Fang had simply agreed, they also nodded.
In the view of Abeli and others, it would be best if the young man in black could go with them. However, the other party did not think so, and they obviously did not dare to force anything from the other party, so they retreated. Secondly, it would be nice to have a 'Tang Jun' to help.
"The horse is still parked outside, but it hasn't gone far.
When it's almost dawn, you can take advantage of the moment and set out. "Su Wu waved his hand, and several people from the Bukhan country kowtowed to him to say goodbye.
Abe took off the silver-sheathed scimitar inlaid with various gems from his waist. He knelt in front of Su Wu, held it in front of Su Wu with both hands, bowed his head and said, "When we came to the Tang Dynasty, we brought dried milk, Spices and other things have been given to people who helped us along the way. Now there is nothing to give to the benefactor. I only have this family-herited scimitar. I will give it to you. Don’t refuse!”
"Okay." Su Wu nodded, took the scimitar from Abeli's hand, and hung it on his waist.
Everyone stood up and said goodbye to Su Wu.
Zhang Fang finally bowed and saluted with Su Wu and others, and followed the Bahan people who led the horses out of the ruined temple.
Outside, the bright moon still hangs in the sky.
But the sky is slightly brighter and the east is slightly white.
The sun is about to rise.
…
The sun and moon appeared in the sky at the same time in this miserable early spring.
A large horse team slowly walked out of the Pingliang Station where people were neighing and horses were neighing, and large tracts of yellow land were spread out in front of everyone.
In the dim yellow land, wheat seedlings are gradually emerging.
This horse team, whose costumes were obviously different from those of the Tang Dynasty people, passed through the streets. Several Tang Dynasty officials in scribes' robes led them to the official road with some wild willow trees.
The Tang official in the post station stopped on the roadside and no longer followed the team of Tibetan envoys.
The Tubo convoy drove their horses onto the official road, but they could not gallop as much as they wanted - in front of the official road, many Tang people were gathering and looking toward them.
The leading Tubo envoy looked at the group of people with tattered and dirty clothes gathered on the official road. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the two post officials on the roadside behind him. However, the two Tang officials were just looking at each other. He laughed and didn't take any further action.
Seeing this situation, the leading Tibetan envoy had no choice but to drive his horse slowly towards the group of disgraced Tang people.
The riders in the team followed him and opened the grain bags on the packhorses, letting the grain spill from the bags to the ground. When the people gathered on the official road saw this, they all swarmed to grab the grain on the ground.
The horses of the Tibetan team couldn't help but neighed in fright when they saw the people swarming forward.
The knights scolded the horses and avoided the palms of the Tang people who reached out to snatch the swords from their saddles. There was chaos on the official road.
In the team.
A groom sat on the edge of the carriage, blocking the palms of many Tang people around him who stretched out to grab the silk curtains and window coverings.
The coachman with dark and slightly curly hair looked angry, but he did not dare to use force against these Tang people who came to 'blackmail' - the two Tang officials were watching from the roadside!
Those Tang officials acquiesced in the extortion of the Tubo people by the people under their rule!
Fortunately, there were not many Tang people gathered at the moment. After leaving a lot of food and cloth behind, the convoy was finally able to move forward smoothly.
In the carriage behind the Tubo driver, two doors suddenly opened, revealing a head with only a few inches of hair left inside.
An inch-haired monk wearing Futian robes leaned out of the car and turned to look at the people who were fighting for food and cloth on the official road.
The two Tang officials who were guarding the roadside had already turned around and slowly turned around.
"If these lowly people dared to block the nobles' carriages in Tubo, they would have been beheaded and sacrificed to the gods!" The driver's face was full of anger. When he saw the monk turned his head and looked back, he whispered a few words.
After speaking, he looked at the monk carefully again, hoping that his words would be recognized by the other party.
The monk turned back, glanced at him calmly, and said, "So this is the difference between Tubo and the Tang Dynasty... You see these Tang people still fight for a few grains of rice, and fight for a piece of cloth, but their officials can already enjoy hot wine, roasted deer meat, and mutton in a basin in a spacious and bright house...
The difference between people is so huge, even greater than the difference between people and pigs and dogs..."
"The people are always ignorant, they are driven cattle and sheep.
They will go wherever the nobles whip them.
It's always like this..." The driver was not an ordinary Tubo person - ordinary Tubo people could not appear in this caravan. After listening to the monk's words, the driver said a few words thoughtfully.
The Tibetan monk in the carriage smiled when he heard this: "Emperor Taizong once said that the people are water and the king is a boat... If the public opinion is boiling, it can overturn the boat..."
"How is this possible?" The driver was a little surprised when he heard this, "The nobles have everything, and the common people have lost everything. They have nothing, how can they resist the nobles?"
The Tibetan monk nodded when he heard this.
On this point, he and the driver actually have the same point of view.
He stopped talking to the driver and turned his head to look at the Tang people on the official road behind him, who gradually turned into black spots as the convoy went away.
Different thoughts turned in his mind.
He would not secretly despise the Tang people just because he saw that they were living in poverty and hardship at the moment - in the Tubo land, the hardship of the people's lives was still much worse than that of the current Tang people.
He just felt that the situation in the world was similar.
Many ideas between the nobles of the Tang Dynasty and the nobles of Tubo should be connected.
And the ideas of the common people in the two places should also be similar.
Why do some people suddenly have the idea of transcending nobility and say something astonishing like "people are water, kings are boats"?
Is there really such a truth in the world?
Teaching such a truth to the common people would not give them the opportunity to overturn the boats of the nobles and make them have thoughts that they should not have?
The monk could not figure it out for a while, so he shrank back into the carriage.
The dark carriage was filled with a strong smell of sandalwood.
The young monk huddled in a corner, his eyes looking at the darkness in front of him, his mind wandering somewhere.
At this time, he heard the chanting in the carriage. He turned his head and saw the master kneeling on the cushion behind the beaded curtain, chanting and striking the copper chime on the incense table.
The sound of the copper chime seemed to cleanse the soul.
The master, who was dressed in a red robe and had his hair tied up with colorful ropes and braided into several braids, chanted and bowed down.
As he bent down, the young monk saw a piece of mutton-fat white jade lying in front of the incense table with smoke curling up.
There were two graceful figures in the mutton-fat white jade.
"The god in the jade, the god in the jade...
When can I see your true appearance?
After Pingliang, Chang'an is not far away... You will be presented to the emperor of the Tang Dynasty... Before that, can I see your true appearance?" The young monk looked at the master 'Vajra Tripitaka' who wanted to touch the jade but didn't dare to touch it, turned back, lowered his eyes, and continued to be silent.
I don't know when the master's obsession and madness will dissipate?
Just as Master said, we are not far from Chang'an now. If he still cannot regain his sanity by then, who will show the profound Buddhist teachings of Tubo to the Emperor of Tang, to show his goodwill to the Emperor of Tang, and to seek peace with the Tang Dynasty?
The carriage swayed.
The sound of copper chimes rang out again in the carriage.
In the innermost part of the carriage, in the white jade as tall as a person, two figures with slender bodies were looming.
They swayed gently and changed their bodies as the carriage swayed.
It was as if they could really come alive from the jade at some point...
Wow...
Vajra Tripitaka covered the white jade with a snow-white silk cloth. The light in the jade under the silk cloth suddenly dimmed, and a pair of soul-stirring eyes appeared from the jade. The confused light in the eyes flickered for a moment and then went out.