Several monks were driven out by Lu Qian and others like flies, and there was only one living Buddha in the room.

Yang Lin worked hard to win the battle, not to pretend to be a grandson, and his posture must be very high.

Although the living Buddha seems to be light and light, in fact, he is panicked, he knows best whether this living Buddha is reincarnated, but because of the bloodline left by the previous living Buddha, he was promoted to this position.

At this time, the Song army pressed the border, and the lord Shang Keyi under his control had already been beheaded and thrown to the Nu River.

The Great Song Shaozai in front of him can flatten his temple with one sentence, and the two sides are not on an equal position at all.

If the Song official in front of him is unwilling to elect himself to rule the local people, his life will be in danger.

Seeing that the irrelevant personnel had been cleared, Yang Lin said with a smile: "This official has a problem, that is, he doesn't like to talk around the bush, and he must go straight to be cool."

This Tibet, which is about to be completely conquered by us, is bound to support a tantric leader to help us rule the Tibetan people.

This person doesn't need to have any talent, and he doesn't need to have a deep knowledge of the Dharma, and the official only has one requirement, which is obedience. ”

After Yang Lin finished speaking, he looked at the Living Buddha of Cuoma, and saw that this young man's face turned red, obviously he was used to being high, and he was not used to being lectured in such a tone.

With a sneer, Yang Lin asked: "Give me a happy word, if you are willing to do it, if you don't want to, I will let someone kill you, and then find the next one." ”

A series of knife-like questions made the Living Buddha of Cuoma difficult to parry, and he said in a hurry: "This seat... Willing to be used by the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Yang Lin smiled, got up and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "The person who knows the times is Junjie, you are so obedient, it is not difficult for Lao Tzu to help you unify the Tantric Buddhism of Tibet." Moreover, the Tubo tribes were unified, and the war was eliminated, and the people could naturally live and work in peace and contentment, which is a supreme merit. ”

Cuomo's eyes flashed slightly, and he remained silent.

When Yang Lin saw his appearance of a magic stick, he was angry, so he had a bad heart, and said with a smile: "If you dare to be disobedient, I have a little brother named Gao Shan, who likes men the most, and you look quite handsome..."

The Living Buddha of Cuoma was furious, stood up, trembled and trembled, and after a battle between heaven and man, he still confessed: "This seat is willing to serve the Great Song Dynasty and manage the Western Esoteric Religion and the people. ”

Yang Lin shook his head and said, "Isn't what I said clear enough?" All you can do is be obedient, and how to manage Esoteric Buddhism and the Tibetan people is our business. It's a deal, and all you get is your life. ”

Yang Lin had already prepared a candidate for this tantric sect, that is, he could not let the Tubo people continue to serve as living Buddhas.

Otherwise, in this land, sooner or later, there will be dissenting thoughts, and it will not be easy to manage.

The separation of church and state is the primary factor in local stability, and thousands of years later in later history, there are still a small group of people who are stirring up trouble under the banner of Buddhism, that is, they once had too much authority and cultivated ambitions.

Knocking on the wooden fish to guide everyone to be good, and reducing criminal activities such as fights and brawls, pit abductions, and deception in some places is Yang Lin's greatest expectation for Esoteric Buddhism, and he doesn't expect them to bother with anything else.

Although the southwest is not the top priority, it must be taken care of sooner or later, otherwise when the war in the north starts, it will be very bad if it drags on here.

Yang Lin threatened with sarcasm again, and slapped the living Buddha of Cuoma, the young living Buddha had never seen this kind of person at all, and took off his armor, you said that he was a playful and idle man and the living Buddha of Cuoma believed it.

This man is well versed in all kinds of blackmail, clichés, threats, tricks, ridicule... After a day of chatting, his back was wet with sweat.

At this time, a female slave tiptoed in, served two cups of milk tea to Yang Lin and Cuomo, and gently retreated.

Yang Lin stared at her curiously, there was a female slave in this temple, Cuo Mo looked at his gaze, and hurriedly sneered: "This is the Buddha slave of this temple, if Shaozai likes it, this seat will let her serve Shaozai." ”

Yang Lin hurriedly waved his hand and said, "This seat is not good for this." ”

Just kidding, this Tibetan woman has a big waist and a masculine face, and she really can't love it....

Yang Lin found a temporary worker for the tantric believers who ruled Tibet in the Great Song Dynasty, and reached an agreement with him, he was in a very good mood, stood up and said: "Come, Brother Cuomo, take this seat around and see your magnificent temple." ”

Tsomo's heart sank, and he was extremely reluctant to take him around the monastery like a follower in front of the believers and monks.

It's a pity that the situation can't help anyone, so I can only get up and take Yang Lin and others out of the backyard.

Step into the main hall of the temple, set up a throne in the middle, the seat is three feet high, four feet square, all cast of brass, there are nine golden dragons around it, and the seat is embedded with silver flowers, dragons, lions, etc. The seat displays the vestments and instruments. There are huge pillars on the left and right of the throne, and four golden dragons hang on them. There are eight bronze lions under the seat, which are vivid.

On the top of the high hall, there are various styles of large and small lanterns, delicate and exquisite, and there are many colorful embroidered images hanging around.

There are more than 200 gilded bronze Buddhas, and their style is also somewhat different from the Central Plains Mahayana Buddhism, but it is somewhat similar to the Buddhism of Dali.

Yang Lin said in his heart, my Miaozhen baby is the most lovable, obedient and well-behaved, how can I not bring her something this time. It just so happened that she also believed in Buddhism, so I borrowed the Buddha to offer flowers.

"Lu Qian, take that one down, if you see it, it's the little Buddha statue with an orchid finger, take it down for me."

Lu Qian instructed a personal soldier of the Banzai Battalion, rode to his brother's neck, and hooked it down with the hilt of his knife with a smile.

Everyone laughed and laughed, the atmosphere was very harmonious, only the bottom of the heart of the living Buddha of Cuoma, as if it was about to drip blood.

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Huanglong Mansion is cold and snowy, and there are corpses everywhere.

The roar of the Jurchen armor was earth-shattering, and the sound of cheers and shouts resounded throughout the entire Huanglong Mansion.

No one thought that the Jurchens, who had less than 20,000 people, would choose to fight in the field instead of defending the city.

After the gates were opened, the gates of hell opened, unleashing a group of man-eating demons.

20,000 Jurchen Tartars, riding armored war horses, fought out of the city and went straight to the Khitan army.

The protagonists on the future battlefield, the prototype of the Jurchen Tiefutu and the Kidnapping Horse, first appeared on the battlefield and showed its strength and invincibility.

Wanyan Aguta is like a red-eyed gambler, with all his soldiers and horses, rushing towards the 700,000 Khitan army.

On this day, the blood light shrouded the Huanglong Mansion, and Wanyan Agu won the bet against him.

The Khitan Chinese army was easily broken by these people, and the Khitan soldiers and horses, who had long been full of complaints, were scattered.

The Jurchens pursued on horseback, often dozens of people chased a hundred, and countless people raised their weapons and knelt down to surrender along the way, and the Jurchen Tartars did not even have time to collect the prisoners.

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