After the general who conveyed the order left, two Tibetan soldiers led a young Tang Dynasty monk in a robe, and the Tang Dynasty monk came over to Dazaru and said, "The poor monk has seen the generalissimo!" ”

Dazaru Gong immediately said: "Dharma Realm Zen Master, my king was wounded by an arrow, I heard that the Zen master is proficient in medicine, and asked the master to treat my king's injuries, I will have a good reward!" ”

The Dharma Realm monk stepped forward and touched Si Songde's pulse, his expression changed, and then he stepped forward and opened Si Songde's eyes and eyelids, and then turned over Si Songde's body to look at the wound, and then said to Dazaru Gong: "Amitabha!" Generalissimo, the arrow of this arrow is too domineering, you see this cross wound, the wound can not be closed and the blood does not stop, now the lord of the country has lost too much blood, the arrow is shot into the viscera, and this arrow has a barb, if it is forcibly taken out, it will kill the lord on the spot, the old man is really powerless! ”

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Dazaru Gong immediately stopped, drank the Tibetan general, turned around and said to the Dharma Realm monk: "Zen Master, we are the only monk with excellent medical skills here, please see in the face of the Buddha must save my king, if you can cure my king, I will propose to my king to make the Buddha family my Tubo state religion!" If it can't be cured, Ben Shuai will never blame! ”

Hearing this, the Dharma Realm folded his hands and said, "Amitabha! This arrow is very special, the poor monk has treated a lot of injuries in the Western Regions for so many years, but has never found this kind of arrow wound, the poor monk has heard of a way to make the wound heal, that is, to use a needle and thread to stitch the wound together, but if so, the arrow must be pulled out, but this arrow with barbs, if forcibly pulled out, will hurt the internal organs, the only way is to simply penetrate the arrow from the opposite side, cut off the arrow and then pull out the arrow shaft, so that it can be sutured, but this is extremely dangerous to the lord of the country, The poor monk is worried that the lord of the country will not be able to bear this pain, even if the lord of the country can take advantage of the past, there is still a danger of suppuration after the wound is stitched, which can be described as nine deaths, the poor monk is really not sure, whether he can survive or not, it all depends on the lord's own creation! ”

Dazaru Gong's heart was half cold when he heard this, he looked at the other Tibetan nobles and generals with an ugly face, and asked, "What did the Zen master say, you all heard it, what do you think?" The current situation is that if you don't treat it, Zampu will definitely die, if you let the Zen master treat it, although it will be a long death, but there is still a chance to survive, what do you say? ”

Everyone looked at each other, and a Tibetan official said: "Now we can only let the Zen master for treatment, can it be that we can only watch Zampu die?" ”

Seeing that the other officials and generals were nodding, Dazarugon turned to the Dharma Realm monk and said, "Zen Master, I bother you to treat my king immediately, please!" ”

Beads of sweat also kept rolling on the forehead of the Dharma Realm monk, this injured person was not an ordinary person, but a young Tubo king, if it could not be cured, could these Tubo ministers and generals really not blame? The Dharma Realm monk really has no bottom in his heart, but he can't save it, he is a monk with compassion, and at the same time he is worried that this group of barbarians will kill him now, he can only bite the bullet and ask Dazaru Gong to call someone to prepare, and when everything is ready, he said to a few Tubo soldiers around him: "You come here and help the lord of the country up!" ”

Several Tibetan soldiers came over and helped Si Songde to sit up, and the Dharma Realm monk held the arrow shaft with both hands, gritted his teeth and pushed forward, and the arrow pierced through Si Songde's chest!

"Ahh

"Cut the arrow off!" The Dharma Realm Monk said.

Dazaru Gong raised his knife and fell, and the arrow was cut off and fell to the ground, and the Dharma Realm monk pulled it hard again, pulling the shaft of the arrow out of Si Songde's body, and a black blood arrow sprayed out from the wound.

"Ahh

The Dharma Realm monk hurriedly cleaned the wounds on his chest and back with strips of clean cloth, squeezing out all the blood that had accumulated in his abdomen, which made Si Songde scream again and again.

Soon, the Dharma Realm monk found that there was a big problem, the arrow penetrated Si Songde's right lung, before the arrow was pulled out, the wound bleeding was not serious, but after the arrow was pulled out, the wound on the lung lobe was not obstructed and pressured, and the blood kept flowing out, causing massive abdominal hemorrhage, which could not be stopped no matter what.

The Dharma Realm monk was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and after quickly stitching up the wounds on both sides, he finally stopped the bleeding by sprinkling a thick layer of hemostatic powder on the wounds, and after this process was completed, he almost collapsed.

After the bandaging was completed, the Dharma Realm monk wiped a handful of sweat beads and said to Dazarugon: "Generalissimo, although the arrow has been pulled out, but the lord of the country is not out of danger, if the wound does not suppurate, the lord of the country will be fine, but if the wound suppurates or the wound bursts again, it will be powerless, so you must pay attention to cleanliness, if the lord of the country is awake, don't let him be overly excited!" ”

Dazaru Gong hurriedly said: "Thank you Zen Master, thank you Zen Master!" Come on, please go down and rest and serve tea! ”

"The poor monk retires!"

When the Dharma Realm monk left, Dazarugon instructed a few Tibetan women to take care of Sissonde, and then gave a look to the surrounding Tibetan ministers and generals, and everyone followed Dazarugong to the next room and sat down.

There was an oil lamp in the room, but it was dimly lit. Dazaru Gong said to the Tubo ministers: "Everyone, the safety of Zampu is related to the rise and fall of our Tubo country, and the news of Zampu's injury and coma must not be spread, let alone transmitted back to China!" I intend to order the news to be blocked, and no one in the army can spread it, otherwise it will be killed! ”

Everyone agreed.

But one of the ministers said, "Marshal, Zamp's injuries are not stable yet, if, I mean if, if Zampu doesn't make it, what are we going to do?" Should the division immediately return to Tibet, or continue to stay and fight against the Tang army? If Zampu really didn't survive, the news could not be blocked forever, Zampu has no heirs now, but he has many brothers, once the news reaches Zanpu (now Lhasa), someone in Zanpu will definitely set up another Zampu, then we will be passive, and the marshal's opponent will definitely blame the marshal's death on the marshal・・・・・・"

Dazaru Gong was shocked by these words, if Zampu really died, the consequences would be unimaginable, he couldn't think about it, and finally made up his mind, he stopped: "Don't say it, Zampuki people will be fine!" Tell the order to go down, block all news, and never allow anyone to spread the news of Zampu's injury! ”

"Yes!"

In the early hours of the morning, Dazarugon was awakened in a daze by the screams coming from the room where Sisund was, and he immediately turned over and got up, and some ministers also ran over, and everyone walked into the room one after another.

Dazaru Gong shouted at the Tibetan woman who took care of Si Songde and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The Tibetan woman pointed at Si Songde and said in horror: "Zampu・・・・・・ he vomited blood, and his forehead was very hot!" ”

Dazarugon and all the ministers and generals looked at the black blood stains on the ground next to the bed, and they all looked terrified, Dazarugong stepped forward again and touched Xi Songde's forehead, which was terrifyingly hot, and he immediately said: "Go and invite the Dharma Realm Zen Master!" ”

The Dharma Realm monk was quickly invited over, and after the inspection, the Dharma Realm monk sighed: "The thing that the poor monk was worried about finally happened, go and prepare some cold water, soak it in a towel and put it on the forehead of the lord, change it every time you pass the tea time, whether you can survive it depends on the creation of the lord, and that's all the poor monk has done!" ”

Dazarugon shouted, "Go and prepare cold water and towels, go!" ”

Everyone's hearts are desolate, this situation is too familiar to them, every time there is an injury and a high fever, the hard life can survive, but most of them can't survive and die.

Dazarugon and the others spent a whole day in panic, during this day, Sissonde always had a high fever, and when the Dharma Realm monk examined his wound, he found that the wound was still inevitably suppurated, which made Dazarugon and all the ministers and generals turn pale.

After surviving the day, Si Songde woke up in the middle of the night, his face was as golden, extremely weak, Dazaru Gong and the others looked at him anxiously around the bed, and they all showed some smiles, they thought that Si Songde had survived, only the Dharma Realm monk knew that Si Songde was returning to the light.

Dazarugon was pleasantly surprised: "Zampu, it's great that you're awake! ”

Si Songde said in a weak voice: "Dazaru Gong, I can't do it, I seem to have heard the call of the Buddha and the king・・・・・・"

"Ah・・・・・・ how can this be? Zampu, you can't leave us behind・・・・・・" Dazarugon and the others were shocked and fell to their knees in front of the bed.

"Listen to me!" Si Songde paused and continued: "I'm not reconciled, I'm only eighteen years old, and I still have a lot of things to do, but unfortunately I don't have time!" I hate the Tang people, I hate Zhao Ziliang, you have to avenge me, kill Zhao Ziliang, kill all the Tang troops, kill to Chang'an, vomit ・・・・・・poof・・・・・・"

Before he could finish his sentence, a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and he fell on his back and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Zampu, Zampu・・・・・・" There was a burst of crying in the room.

All the Tibetan soldiers inside and outside the Toba post will soon know the news that Sisong Dezanpu has returned to heaven from his injuries, and a large number of people inside and outside the post station fell to their knees, crying and shaking the sky.

After crying for more than half an hour, Dazarugon finally came to his senses from his grief, and immediately ordered that no one should leave, that no one should talk about Sisund's death, and then he had the dead Sisund dressed in clean and luxurious clothes, freshened up, and summoned the ministers and generals to a nearby room to discuss what to do next. (To be continued.) )