Chapter 33: To each according to his needs

On the banks of the Tula River, rows of low-slung houses, and in the north, a group of Mongolian men are constantly busy.

Don't look at the small villages and towns, but there are many people inside, such as Mongols who lean on the side of houses to resell furs, and Han caravans that drive camel caravans to pick up goods everywhere.

In the trading town, everything is still in its infancy, but the thriving trade indicates the vitality here.

To the north of the town, artisans are building a two-story building. However, most of the craftsmen who were busy here were Han Chinese, and the Mongol men were responsible for transporting timber and masonry.

Taranatha was a very ambitious man, and after more than ten years, he chose the banks of the Tula River as a holy place.

A few years ago, Taranatha was going to build his first palace here, and this job was taken over by the Chang family.

To the north of the town, at the southern end of Mount Kent, there was a dense cluster of yurts, and Dorona lived in the middle of the yurt.

In the early morning, the golden sun shines on the Mongolian plateau, and flocks of white sheep move slowly, like patches of white waves. The sound of bartering in the town is endless, and it is a lively scene.

Two good-looking teenagers walked briskly through the town, followed by a burly man. At this time, the burly man was hunched over and carrying a large stone on his back.

"Can you hurry up? The construction site is urgent! ”

"You don't have a backache when you stand and talk, you try to carry hundreds of pounds of stones on your back?"

Tie Mo glanced at it fiercely and spat angrily.

Chang Minyue must have done it on purpose, saying that carrying stones on her back was more like a coolie doing work. But along the way, I didn't see anyone else carrying stones to the construction site.

I still wanted to complain, but when I saw several Mongolian soldiers walking in front of me, Tiemo quickly lowered his head and shut up.

In the small town on the banks of the Tula River, there are generally two forces, one is the ethnic soldiers of the Khalkha tribe Abadai Khan, nominally to protect the living Buddha, and the other is the Mongol soldiers who believe in the Yellow Religion and spontaneously organize themselves to obey the orders of Taranatha.

And the soldiers in front of them belong to the Khalkha Ministry.

The Khalkha soldiers strictly checked the passers-by, as if they were looking for someone. Passing sideways, several soldiers glanced at the three of them, and then turned their attention to the people behind them.

The Khalkha soldiers were apparently not very interested in the coolies who delivered materials to the construction site.

After a distance from a few soldiers, Chang Minyue lifted her somewhat loose hat and breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally broke through, and further on is the territory of the Living Buddha, and the people of the Khalkha Department dare not make trouble there." ”

"Oh, so I can take off this big rock?"

Chang Min Yue raised her eyebrows and said softly: "Just in case, I have to hold on for a while!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a plop. Tie Mo and his eyes were stunned, and he directly threw the big stone on the side of the road, and walked forward with a black face.

Azig hurriedly crossed in the middle and looked behind him with a wary expression, "Can you two stop arguing and get down to business first!" ”

Chang Minyue and Tie Mo snorted at the same time, and each turned their heads away.

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A yurt house with a large purple flag standing outside the door, and a swastika pattern fluttering in the wind.

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from inside the yurt, and dozens of Mongolian men and women knelt on the ground, listening reverently to the people inside reciting scriptures.

Tiemo was a little confused about the Mongols, who had always believed in immortality and steppe wolves, but why did they accept Tibetan Buddhism so quickly?

When the chanting was over, a bearded Mongolian man said something, and the Mongolian men and women bowed down and dispersed. After waiting for the retreat, the Mongolian Han invited the three Aqige into the yurt.

When passing by the bearded man, Chang Minyue stroked his chest with his right hand and gave a gentle salute, "Hasler, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Well, Miss Chang, the Living Buddha is waiting for you inside!"

Waiting for Chang Minyue and the three of them to enter the tent, Hasler consciously stayed outside.

The light transmission in the yurt room is very poor, even during the day, it is still dim. Two shelves, each holding a brazier, crackled softly from the charcoal fire.

In the glow of the fire, a monk dressed in a red robe and wearing a yellow felt hat sat on a mattress. He was thin, wrinkled, and looked like an old man in his fifties.

Under the old face, a pair of eyes were full of essence.

Is this Jebtsundamba Living Buddha Taranatha?

If we hadn't met here, we would have even thought that he was just an old monk who was about to die.

After entering the account, Tie Mo learned the movements of Chang Minyue and Azige, folded his hands, and then sat on a straw mat.

Chang Minyue was only in charge of introductions, and it was actually Azig who was really talking to Dorona.

Tiemo sat on the mat, listening to the conversation between the two sides, but could only stare dryly. The two of them all spoke Mongolian, and Tiemo couldn't understand a word.

The two talked for a long time, and Azig was sometimes anxious and sometimes happy, but Dorana, on the other hand, was unwavering from beginning to end, without any fluctuations.

After a long time, Azig took out a long wooden box from his bosom and gently placed it on the low table.

The expression on Dorona's face did not change, but he paused as he twisted his fingers on the beads. Although the pause was brief, Tie Mo still saw the green tendons of his withered hands skyrocket.

After opening the wooden box and confirming that it was Meng Tianzhu, Taranatha closed his eyes and pronounced the Buddha's name, and said something to Aqige with a gentle expression.

Azig folded his hands together, returned the salute, and raised his hand to point to the iron ink next to him.

Dorana's seemingly cloudy eyes were full of vicissitudes and wisdom. He looked at Tie Mo again and said, "The holy relics can return to the holy land, and I have to thank the donor for helping me along the way." ”

Tie Mo was stunned, because what he said was actually Chinese, and he spoke it very clearly.

"The Living Buddha doesn't have to mind, and this is also a coincidence. Tie didn't ask for anything else, just to be able to barter safely in the Holy Land. ”

"The donor laughed, all friends are welcome to barter here!"

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When he walked out of the yurt, Azig clenched his pink fist and waved it in the void, his face rippling with excitement and happiness.

"It seems that what Father Khan said is right, the Living Buddha also needs others to check and balance Abadai Khan!"

Tiemo couldn't understand Mongolian at all, and naturally he didn't know what he had talked about before, so seeing that Aqige was so happy, he had to ask in a low voice.

"Princess, what is it to be so happy?"

Aqi raised her beautiful eyes, took off her hat, and shook off her black and bright braids.

"The Living Buddha promised to spread the name of his father Khan to his people, and from then on, the Naiman tribe had the power to garrison troops to defend the holy land."

"Huh! Sure enough, it's a thing to be happy about! ”

The Naiman Ministry garrisoned the Holy Land, which meant that the Living Buddha Doronata began to cooperate with the Kachin Khan, and with the help of the Living Buddha, the Kachin Khan would definitely become stronger and stronger.

The Kachin Khan received a great help, and the Living Buddha Dorona also brought in a force to counterbalance the Abadai Khan, and both sides took what they needed.

Tiemo didn't care too much about this, what he was really happy about was that the Naiman Ministry was stationed in the Holy Land, and his iron caravan would be safe in the future.

"Princess, in the future, Tie's camel team will depend on you to take care of it."

"It's all a trivial matter, Princess Ben said, you are my friend, and friends should help each other."

Azig was obviously very happy, and in his joy, he waved his pink fist and slapped it on Tiemo's chest.