The national teacher Basbah has a round face and thin eyes. After listening to Yang Lian Zhenjia's words, he continued to ask thoughtfully, "You mean this Gabala bowl that the benefactor you spent seven days overspending on is giving alms?" ”

Yang Lian Zhenjia didn't dare to say that he had amputated Song Lizong's skull, he had used a very subtle statement before. Seeing that the national teacher of Basba replied like this, Yang Lian Zhenjia smiled with a smile on his face, "The national teacher is the benefactor." ”

"Oh...... it's better than Rinpoche." There was a glint in Basba's eyes.

"This thing should be dedicated to the national teacher." Yang Lian Zhenjia said solemnly.

The national teacher of Busbah just smiled slightly, and did not say anything more. After the Dharma service was over that day, most of the people in the capital soon knew that Master Basba would be attending the puja held by Master Yang Lian Zhenga tomorrow. Early the next morning, what are you doing? Hao Ren got out of the carriage himself in front of the temple where Master Yang Lian Zhenjia was, ran to the other side of the carriage, and helped his wife Bao Xi to get out of the four-wheeled carriage.

Even if there are many carriages and horses at the entrance of the temple at this time, the children are only catty? Hao Ren's carriage still made the eyes of the Mongolian nobles look straight. Four thin wheels, covered with cork. The exterior of the carriage made of walnut is painted with a shiny varnish, and the large brass trim gives a beautiful shape. The upper half of the carriage is a large transparent glass window, and when you look through the window, the interior of the carriage is made entirely of silk.

It was daytime, so the four glass wind lamps in front and back of the carriage were not lit. All you can see is a slender fine candle in a clear glass lampshade. Since the Mongols moved south, trade with the Great Song Dynasty was interrupted. It has been a long time since glass products have entered the metropolis again. It must be said that even before the trade was interrupted, these people had never seen such a magnificent glass of this magnificence.

This thing is a trophy seized from the Lin'an Palace, and it is only a catty? Hao Ren originally thought that there would be many difficulties in transporting thousands of miles from Jiangnan to Jiangbei, but he didn't expect that this carriage would be much stronger than he imagined. After running down thousands of miles, the bearing was changed once on the road, and the bearing was changed again after arriving in the capital. Wipe the mud off the splashed paint all the way, and then brush the varnish all over it, and the carriage will look brand new.

Holding his wife's hand outside the car door, Hao Ren felt very happy at that time. Bao Xiwan said that he would go to the temple to make a vow and pray for his ex-husband. Although Hao Ren is a member of the Jin family and a member of the Golden Family, he is not ready to see the national teacher Basbah at any time. This time he finally had the opportunity to participate in the puja, and of course he couldn't let it go.

Hearing that a noble person from the Jin family was coming, Yang Lian Zhenjia hurriedly came out to greet him. Hao Ren's figure is not tall, with a round face and slender eyes, which looks like a Mongolian nobleman. After greeting this great nobleman, Yang Lian Zhenjia saw Bao Xi's weak appearance up close, and the whole person was stunned.

Bao Xi's weak ancestor is a northerner, with an average to upper stature. The appearance is not a glamorous type, a clear water goose egg face is dignified and beautiful. Seeing that Yang Lian Zhenjia's heart was full of evil fire, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. However, on the other side, there is a woman from the Son of a Jin family, and she doesn't dare to do anything if she borrows Yang Lian Zhenjia's ten guts. He hurriedly lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name, then turned around and led the way in front.

Superior people have superior seats, and Hao Ren is also worried that his wife can't stand this environment. Bao Xiqiao didn't show any surprised expression, but when she saw something particularly strange, she looked at it carefully. Other than that, she didn't say a word, which was very much in line with such a solemn place. Such calmness made Hao Ren very impressed.

His wife was like this, Hao Ren didn't speak, took out the book of Ben Li and began to read. He was very busy today, and in addition to accompanying his wife to the monastery to participate in the ritual, he also had to go to his teacher Hao Jing in a while. Hao Ren was not his original Mongolian name. Since studying under Hao Jing, Hao Ren has great admiration for Chinese culture and admiration for the knowledge of his teacher Hao Jing, so he gave himself the name of Hao Ren. According to the Han tradition, 'Hao Ren' should actually be a character. According to Mongolian tradition, these complex titles can be completely ignored. The nobleman can call whatever he wants.

Under the stage of the puja, many lamas have begun to gather on both sides of the festival to be in charge of instruments such as the conch and the horn. Every time he read a few paragraphs of the book, Hao Ren looked up at the sky, and then at his wife. Seeing that his wife did not show an anxious look, Hao Ren was a little anxious.

After a while, more and more believers came. After waiting any longer, the believers stood up and bowed down. In the passage among the devotees, a large number of red-robed lamas entered the festival hall surrounded by the red-robed Baspa. That scene was really noisy with gongs and drums, firecrackers, colorful flags, and crowds.

Hot air balloons have been raised on both sides of the passage where the national teacher walked, which is also an object seized from the Song Imperial Palace. The woman on top is dressed like a celestial maiden and throws flower petals downward. In such a warm atmosphere, the national teacher walked through the passage covered with a lotus-patterned carpet with a slightly shaky but actually steady pace peculiar to fat people. Coupled with the petals falling from the sky, there is really a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and the monk style of giving birth to lotus step by step.

Seeing this pomp, Hao Ren couldn't help but gently cover his mouth with his hand to hide his yawn. He didn't believe much in Buddhism in the first place, read the books of sages, roamed the battlefield, and experienced the test of life and death. Hao Ren is completely disinterested in the cycle of life and death. At that life-and-death juncture, the desperate Hao Ren actually just wanted to cry and scream for his mother. Killing people and setting fires for the sake of women is not an act of dishonour in Mongolian culture. The female bodhisattva who rescued him from a desperate situation was sitting next to Hao Ren at this time, Hao Ren felt that the world after death was no big deal, and he just wanted to live well with the people he cherished around him.

The beginning of the ritual means that the music, dance, and dancing of the gods also begin. Hao Ren, who had seen life and death, had no feeling for this, and Bao Xiqiao initially closed his eyes slightly and prayed secretly. After the music and dance are the warm-up, the national teacher walks on the high platform with the characteristic steps of a soft and flexible fat man, and then begins to speak to the believers.

If Zhao Jiaren saw it, he would probably immediately think of the pastors he met in the United States, they were in high spirits, their voices were quite demagogic, and they opened their mouths with a paragraph: "Believers from the mountains, believers from the water's edge, how are you~~~~!" Then came the demagogic speech. The most important task after the lecture is to find out the reaction of the believers and determine whether to adjust the content of the speech in order to increase the willingness of the believers to give. Or continue in the current style to meet the needs of the faithful who have decided to give.

Faith doesn't cost money. And religion will definitely ask for money, things, and efforts.

Hao Ren didn't have such a deep vision, but he was really not interested in this meeting. The noble ladies around him were made emotional by this scene one by one, and although Bao Xiqiao looked very calm, Hao Ren could feel her disgust. Leaning into Bao Xiwan's ear, Hao Ren asked, "The things have been delivered, won't the wish made be returned?" ”

"Yes." Bao replied weakly.

"Since we've repaid our vows, let's go."

"Okay."

Soon after, Mr. and Mrs. Hao Ren appeared at the parking place. The carriage carried the two home first, and then Hao Ren rode straight to Hao Jing's residence. When I passed through the street corner, I saw some Crucidian priests preaching at the street with crosses held aloft in the street. Hao Ren reined in his horse and stopped in front of the priest. When the priest saw that there was a client, he hurriedly shouted to Hao Ren: "Believe in the true God and have eternal life." ”

Before the war, Hao Ren Qianhu would also let the clergy of several religions do things together, and he also used to prevent them from doing things before the war. Judging from the final results, the failure to do anything had little impact on the outcome of the war. If you have to calculate it carefully, it seems that if you don't do it, the casualty rate is slightly smaller. In short, encountering Zhao Jiaren's army will only lose the battle. So Hao Ren just pointed to the bright thing in the priest's hand.

When the priest saw Hao Ren's action, he hurriedly shouted: "The cross of the true God, two strings of money." ”

Hao Ren said: "I'll take a look." ”

Looking at the costumes of Hao Ren's Mongols, and then looking at the good horses Hao Ren was riding, the priest said cautiously: "Give the money first, and then look at it." ”

Let the accompanying servants give the priest two strings of money, and Hao Ren took a cross. This is the standard form of the cross in Mongolia, the top, left and right sides of the cross are the same length, only the lower side is longer. There are also raised shapes on the four sides of each square stick on the cross, not Jesus, not the Virgin, not the cross, but the Buddhist vajra of demon subjugation.

On the small cross, there are two on each side of the short side and three on the long side, and in the center is the four-leaf vajra that resembles a flower. Before the vajra shape, the cross was very low in the acceptance of the people. It wasn't until Mongolia designated a standard cross shape with a vajra that it began to be accepted by the people.

It wasn't the shape that Hao Ren cared about, but the cross itself in the priest's hand. The high-quality brass makes the whole cross look bright, and the vajra on the cross produced in Mongolia has a rough and freehand shape. The vajra on the cross sold by this priest is delicately realistic. If you can cut it down and enlarge the proportion, it will immediately be a delicate vajra.

Just by glancing at it, Hao Ren could judge that this exquisitely shaped gadget must have been produced by the Song Kingdom. When I picked it up and fiddled with it, I saw that the long side of the cross was not a simple solid stick, and when I took the cross in my mouth and blew it vigorously, it immediately made a sharp whistle. Mongolian herders don't just wear a religious ornament, including a whistle on it, and the cross is truly loved by the herders.

If you look closely at the color and feel of the cross, it is by no means an old item from a few years ago. Hao Ren can be sure that it will not take more than a year from the time this thing is minted to the time it appears on the market. Such a brass product is also very good as an ornament, and it has more use value. Sell two bunches for money...... Hao Ren sighed in his heart: It's really not expensive.

Putting away the cross, Hao Ren continued forward. Entering Hao Jing's house, Hao Ren said respectfully: "Teacher, I'm here." ”