My Weird Life

 ‘Vajra Tripitaka’ is an eminent Tibetan monk.

Jinglian has not yet entered the Vajrayana Realm at this time, and will combine the Buddhist teachings inherited from the "Saltar Protector" with the Sanskrit Shakti School Dharma, and integrate it into the "Secret Bound Dharma" lineage.

 However, the exchanges between Tubo and Tianzhu have always been quite close.

Even if the "Vajra Tripitaka" is derived from Sanskrit teachings and how to combine it with Buddhism, it is not clear. Su Wu has never seen the "Vajra Tripitaka" with his own eyes, so he doesn't know what its strength is. However, in the Tang Dynasty, with the stars shining brightly, and the 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, the only ranger who has obtained the ‘befriending the guile’, to be able to compare.

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 Zhang Fang's knowledge of the kinship with 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 Tubo 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 keep his tail between his legs.

Now entering the territory of the Tang Dynasty, any Tang person became a target that Tubo did not dare to provoke and could not provoke.

With the convenience of being a Tang person, it is not difficult to claim back the skull of the old king of Ba Khanna that they should have returned.

Zhang Fang also had some knowledge. When he heard what Su Wu said, he immediately understood the meaning of Su Wu's words.

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." My team, ask for the skull of their old king!"

 Abili and other people from the Bukhan country saw that Zhang Fang had simply agreed, and they also nodded one after another.

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 has not gone far.

　　It will be daybreak soon, so you should take advantage of the moment and set out. "Su Wu waved his hand, and several people from the Bukhan country kowtowed to him and said 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, lowered his head and said, "When we came to the Tang Dynasty, we brought dried milk, Spices and other things have all been given to people who helped us along the way. Now there is nothing to give to the benefactor. I only have this family heirloom scimitar. I will give it to you, don’t refuse!"

"Okay." Su Wu nodded, took the scimitar from Abili, and hung it on his waist.

 Everyone stood up one after another 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 is still hanging in the sky.

 But the sky is slightly bright 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 bleak early spring.

A large horse team slowly walked out of the Pingliang Station where people were neighing and horses were neighing. In front of them, large tracts of yellow land were spread out in everyone's field of vision.

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 officials 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 pack horses, 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 rushing forward.

The knights scolded the horses and avoided the hands of the Tang people who reached out to **** the swords from their saddles. There was chaos on the official road.

 In the team.

A coachman sat on the edge of the carriage, blocking the hands 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.

The inch-haired monk wearing Futian robes leaned out of the car and turned around 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 like pigs and dogs dared to block the carriages of the nobles like this in Tubo, their heads would have been cut off and sacrificed to the gods!" There was a particularly angry look on the coachman's face. He saw the monk turning his head. Looking back, he whispered a few words.

 After speaking, he looked at the monk carefully, hoping that his words would be recognized by the other person.

The monk turned back, glanced at him lightly, and said: "So this is the difference between Tubo and the Tang Dynasty... Look at these Tang people, they will still fight over a few grains of rice, and will break their heads arguing over a piece of cloth. The blood is flowing, but their officials can already enjoy hot wine, roasted venison, and mutton in a water basin in a spacious and bright house...

 The difference between people is so huge, much greater than the difference between people and pigs and dogs..."

“The people are always foolish; they are driven cattle and sheep.

　　Wherever the whip of the nobles strikes, that is where they will go.

It's always like this..." The coachman was not an ordinary Tubo person - an ordinary Tubo person, but it was impossible to appear in this motorcade. The coachman listened to the monk's words and said a few words thoughtfully.

The Tubo monk in the carriage smiled when he heard this: "The former Emperor Taizong once said that the people are like water, and the king is like a boat... If the public opinion boils, it can capsize the boat..."

"How is this possible?" The coachman 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 Tubo monk also nodded when he heard this.

 At this point, he and the coachman actually have the same point of view.

He stopped talking to the coachman and turned to look at the Tang people on the official road behind him, who gradually turned into black spots as the motorcade progressed.

 Other thoughts were running through his mind.

However, he would not secretly despise the poverty of the people in the Tang Dynasty just because he saw it - in the land of Tubo, the poverty of the people's lives was still much worse than that of the people in the Tang Dynasty today.

 He just felt that the situation in the world was similar.

 The nobles of the Tang Dynasty and the nobles of Tubo should have many similar ideas.

 The thoughts of the common people in both places should be similar.

Why do some people suddenly have thoughts that transcend noble and low status, and say such surprising words as "the people are like water, and the king is like a boat"?

 Is this really true in the world?

 Teaching common people such principles doesn’t give them the opportunity to capsize your family’s boat and make them have thoughts they shouldn’t have?

The monk couldn't think clearly for a moment, so he retracted his body into the carriage.

 The dark carriage was filled with a strong scent of sandalwood.

The young monk huddled in the corner, looking at the darkness in front of him, his mind wandering somewhere.

At this time, he heard the sound of chanting in the carriage. He turned his head and saw the master kneeling on the futon behind the beaded curtain through the beaded curtain formed by polishing bones and stones, chanting sutras and tapping at the same time. The copper on the incense table is exhausted.

The sound of copper sounds seems to cleanse the heart and soul.

Wearing a red robe, the master had his hair **** with colorful ropes and braided into several braids. After reciting the sutra, the master bowed down and worshiped.

As he leaned down, the young monk saw a piece of mutton-fat white jade lying across the front of the incense table, which was filled with smoke.

There are two graceful figures faintly visible in the mutton-fat white jade.

 “The spirit in jade, the spirit in jade…

　When can I see your true face?

After Pingliang, Chang'an is not far away... You are about to be presented to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty... Before that, can you let me see your true face? "The young monk looked at Master Vajra Tripitaka who wanted to touch the jade but did not dare to touch it. He turned back, lowered his eyes and continued to be silent.

I wonder when Master’s state of obsession and madness will dissipate?

Just like what the master said, Chang'an is not far away now - if he can't regain his senses by then, show the Tang Emperor the profound Buddhist Dharma of Tibet, in order to show his goodwill to the Tang Emperor, and seek peace with the Tang Dynasty, what should he do? By whom?

 The carriage swayed.

 The sound of copper clanging sounded again in the car.

It was placed in the innermost part of the carriage. In the piece of suet-fat white jade that was as tall as a person, two slim human figures could be seen looming.

They swayed slightly as the carriage rocked, changing their shapes.

 As if I don’t know when I will be able to truly come back to life from the jade...

　　　　　　　…

Vajra Tripitaka covered the mutton-fat white jade with a piece of snow-white silk cloth. In the jade stone under the silk cloth, the light suddenly dimmed, and a pair of enchanting eyes appeared from the jade. The confused light in the eyes flickered for a moment, and then extinguished. Go down.