"Do you Nyingma faction only use such small means to force people to lower their seats? If you want our tulkus to admit defeat, you can debate with our faction openly, as long as we lose, naturally there will be no complaints. Danba sneered, his tone full of mockery.

The monks of Uszang have always advocated debate as a means of arguing their practice.

"It's tough. The lamas sneered, and one of them raised his hand to catch Danba. However, before his palm could touch the hem of Danba's clothes, a yellow light suddenly shot out from another room, piercing his palm directly.

"Ah......h The rest of the people took a step back in disbelief, this is chopsticks, not arrows, it can actually penetrate a person's palm, what a lot of strength.

"Who are you?" Fang Hong walked over from the side slowly, still holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at the lamas and asked.

"Who are you? I am a matter between our two factions, and your Excellency had better not interfere. Among these lamas, there was one who knew Chinese, so he stood up.

Fang Hong smiled slightly, and in the next moment, a yellow light shot out from his hand, and immediately after, the man howled in pain, and also inserted a chopstick in his palm, "Look, I'll interfere now, what can you do to me?"

"Let's go, let's go!" This group of lamas immediately coaxed, the force of this person in front of him is too terrible, a fluttering chopstick, but more powerful than a crossbow, he and others are not opponents even if they go together, the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, it is better to withdraw first.

The remaining lamas helped the two injured men and quickly left the inn. And after all these people left, the three of Danba breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aren't these people from the same family as you, why do they want to make things difficult for you?" Fang Hong casually put the chopsticks in his hand on the table on the side, and then asked with some puzzlement.

The people in the Ming Dynasty know very little about Wusizang, and in their opinion, there is no difference between a lama and a lama.

"No, no, they are from the Nyingma sect, and I am from the Gelug sect, not the same faction. Just like your Central Plains Buddhism, it will also be divided into Zen Buddhism, Pure Land Buddhism and the like. Danba shook his head, the Nyingma people wear red clothes, and the Gelug people wear yellow clothes, so the Nyingma sect is also called the Red Sect, and their faction is called the Yellow Sect.

Of course, the battle between them is not only because of the difference in clothing, but also because of the struggle for ideas and resources. The Nyingma sect is an old sect, while the Gelug sect is a new sect, and if one side wants to rise, it will inevitably occupy the resources of the other side, and as the Gelug sect grows stronger, the contradictions between the two become more and more irreconcilable.

However, to this day, the Nyingma sect is still the mainstream, and most of the power in the Uszang is in its hands, and the Gelug sect chose to preach in Tatar in order to expand its power.

However, when they reached Tatar, they discovered that the Nyingma had already infiltrated among the upper nobility of the Tatars, and as soon as they entered the Tatar, they were severely attacked.

The ordinary Tatar people, on the other hand, have very few people who believe in Buddhism, and most of them worship nature and their ancestors, and they are not interested in Buddhism at all.

Danba finally caught the Bodi line, just hoping to use Bodi's power to let the Gelugpa take root in Tatar.

After listening to Danba's narration, Fang Hong nodded, indicating that he knew. Sectarian disputes like this are the most troublesome. Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism or even Confucianism, they have all experienced such things. It's just that the major sects in the Central Plains are not actually in power, so the battles between them are not so fierce.

"You guys should rest early, it's better to change into a suit of clothes, you lama clothes, it's too conspicuous along the way. "The costumes of the Gelug and Nyingma sects are different, and in the following way, they will meet more and more people, and this yellow lama dress is too eye-catching.

Danba also felt justified, and today's trouble was also caused by his clothes. It's just that he didn't expect that there were also people from the Nyingma sect in this city of China, and they were followed to the inn all the time.

After the lamas left, they didn't show up again, probably because they had learned a lesson. Fang Hong and the others were also happy and stable, and after resting for a night, they went straight to Lu Wangcheng.

The closer you get to Luwang City, there are more smooth official roads on the ground, and you can see some cavalry galloping past from time to time. These cavalrymen came and went in a hurry, and their bodies were full of murderous aura, and at first glance they were the elite of the elite.

"What's going on? Could it be that something is going on?" Damba looked at the cavalrymen and felt a little strange, he had never seen so many soldiers when he was here last time.

"That's the sign of the Ulu Tribe, how could the cavalry of the Ulu Department appear here?" From Fang Hong and the others, they saw another group of cavalry galloping over, and this time, Danba recognized the origin of that cavalry.

"What do you mean?" Fang Hong was a little puzzled, his understanding of Tatar was limited, not as familiar as Danba, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"In addition to the Chahar headquarters, the Tatars are also divided into eight departments, and the Ulu Department is one of them, and this team is dedicated to expanding to the Liaodong region, why does it also appear here?"

Speaking of which, everyone is the emperor of the soil in their own territory, who wants to come to you to suffer from it.

Everyone continued to move forward, and along the way, Danba recognized the banners of the rest of the parts, and his heart became heavier and heavier. Originally, the city of King Lu was heavily guarded, and if the eight Tatar tribes gathered here, it would be even more difficult to rescue the Great Khan.

On the contrary, Fang Hong and Yang Jingye looked at these cavalry with relish. Tatar can be regarded as a vast and sparsely populated land, and along the way, when you come out of the empty and vast grassland, you can't see anything else, and it has long been boring to see. The appearance of these cavalry added a bit of popularity to their boring journey.

After they continued to walk for most of the day, a towering city appeared in everyone's field of vision. And with the appearance of this city, their surroundings suddenly became lively. More than a dozen official roads stretched from this gate in all directions.

In addition to the soldiers running back and forth, there were also merchants from all over the city, busy people in the city and gorgeously dressed nobles, and noisy voices made Fang Hong and the others a little uncomfortable.