In the marshal's mansion in Allahabad, Ma Dajun met the so-called ascetic monk in Chen Chunsheng's mouth:

An extremely sloppy dry old man whose right hand had been cut off from his forearm.

The dead wood was about to be dead, his eyes were dim, and there was even a stench around the whole person, which made Ma Dajun's brows furrowed together, and he slapped his nose in disgust.

"Bold, when you see my handsome, how dare you not kneel?"

Ma Dajun's disgust was caught by the soldiers on both sides of the hall, and one of them shouted loudly, and he was very interested in asking the teacher for the old man's disrespectful behavior.

Unexpectedly, this old man did not have the slightest look of fear, and even looked at Ma Dajun with a hint in his eyes.

Provocation?

Ma Dajun felt that this old man was really a madman in Chen Chunsheng's mouth, and said slowly that in the southwest, even in Nanjing, which was full of nobles, he would never exceed the number of hands if he dared to look at him with such eyes.

"You're not afraid of death?"

In addition to the accident, Ma Dajun also had three points of interest: "You don't know who I am? Do you know that I can make your so-called dervishes, and even the hundreds of thousands of people in this city, all of them become lonely ghosts at any time. ”

A woman served as a temporary interpreter in this main hall, and her identity was the concubine of Xinna, who Chen Chunsheng said.

"The suffering that the world should suffer, if it exceeds the limit of what I can bear on my behalf, it is the doom of the people, death is the final end, killing or sickness, there will always be a first."

The old man was like a magic stick, babbling a lot of nonsense.

"More than ten years ago, there was a woman who moved to Delhi with her two children, begging along the road, they lived by gnawing on the bark of trees and drinking muddy water, and when I found them, they were dying of starvation, which was their fate, but it was still within my help, so I cut off my right arm to feed them, and took the youngest of the two children in, so that this woman was able to reach Delhi alive with the other child."

This is the story of the old man, and his daughter relayed this paragraph to Ma Dajun with some trepidation.

This should be, and it is also the first time she knows about her life history.

"Hahahaha."

In such a depressing and heavy atmosphere, Ma Dajun raised his head and laughed instead.

"You're telling a good story, little old man, you're barely a character."

The old man has the spirit of sacrificing himself in order to save people, but he is not arrogant and thinks that he can save countless people, and if he can't save them, that is fate, and it will not cause him any pain in his heart.

"I've suffered a lifetime and suffered a lifetime of sin, and now, Ben Shuai has a wealth for you, I don't know if you want it."

Ma Dajun waved his hand, and one of the soldiers moved a chair for the old man, who sat down very calmly.

"This time Ben Shuai led a million kings to come in order to drive out the heretics and heretics who did not belong to this land, and Ben Shuai heard that over the years, many temples of your religion have been demolished and replaced by pagan temples, and your newborn children have been forced to be baptized by the so-called Allah, converted to them, and besides, they have squeezed and exploited your rations, leaving only a very small amount, not even enough to feed them, and starve for thousands of miles.

As a neighbor with a strip of water, His Majesty the Emperor of the Celestial Dynasty loves the world forgivingly, and has a great benevolence and righteousness far beyond the gods and Buddhas. ”

The old man's face was still as usual, without ridicule or gratitude, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be quietly watching Ma Dajun's performance.

"Although I am a million kings, and I am like a backhand to see heretics, but after all, I am helping you, so Ben Shuai thinks that you should also give me Ming support, right?"

Unable to wait for the old man's response for a long time, Ma Dajun's face was a little angry.

This old thing seems to be a character who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles.

It seems unrealistic to expect him to be deceived in a few words, and he must do it.

"If you are willing to call on the followers of your religion to support my Da Ming, as a reward, after the heresy is destroyed, the old man, hey, Ben Shuai forgot to ask, what is your name?"

"Singhki Tiwidi, the supreme Brahmin pure."

Before the old man could speak, his adopted daughter took the initiative to introduce her, and when she spoke, a touch of sacred pride involuntarily appeared on her face, as if this surname gave her the courage to defy everything in the world.

But this illusion only existed for a very short time, because Ma Dajun didn't know anything about Brahmins, and his rude face still had disdain.

"Oh, Singhki is it, after the heresy is eliminated, I can plead to my Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, you can go to Nanjing to be ordained, Ben Shuai met some Europa people when he was in Nanjing, they also have religion there, I heard that the leader is called the Pope or the Pope, maybe you can also become the Pope of Hinduism."

The disdain on Singhti's face intensified.

"Marshal of the Central Plains, we Hindu, have never had the post of pope."

"Then you'll be the first!"

The arm was pressed on the big case, and Ma Dajun leaned forward with a strong upper body, with a strong coercion.

"If our emperor entitles you, your gods must also agree, think about it, you will become the first pope in the history of your religion, under your leadership, all heretics in this land will be killed and driven out, countless temples of your religion will rise from the ground, and the people of this land will be bathed in your glory for generations."

For the first time, Singhji's face showed emotions other than disdain, indifference, and contempt.

A kind of eagerness!

"Not only in religious honor, but also in the guise of the land."

After the destruction of North Delhi, supporting a new spokesperson was Zhu Yunwen's purpose, and it was given to Ma Dajun in the form of an order.

Seeing that the old man was tempted, Ma Dajun began to bewitch step by step: "We will help you, not only in North Delhi, the army will go south, and will destroy Bahmani and those small countries on the coast of South India, and you will become a person comparable to the so-called Ashoka, think about it, the Pope plus the governor, your power in this land will even exceed that of Ashoka." ”

The old man's Adam's apple began to roll wildly, and eventually, his cloudy eyes began to burn.

There is no real 'selflessness' in the world, it's just that after people find that their abilities can't defeat reality, they bury their ambitions deeply, show a detachment and see through the red dust.

can climb to the top of the clouds, who loves the dust.

"Marshal, is what you said true?"

Singh Ji looked at Ma Dajun, and for the first time there was emotion in his tone, and it was a strong longing.

"I am a great celestial dynasty and never break my word."

Ma Dajun laughed, got up and walked to the old man, and looked down condescendingly: "When you arrive in Nanjing, you will have all this, let us work together to kill all the heretics in Delhi and even in this land."

How is it? Governor Singhki even, Singhki Pope! ”

Pope, Singhki I?

The old man stood up tremblingly, and suddenly looked down at his empty and even shrunken right arm.

A hint of pain and regret flashed in his eyes.