Jueru, Ashina Wei and others escorted Ba to the big tent of Wanhu Mansion the next day, but were stopped by the guards: "Lord Wanhu Mansion is resting, who is coming?"

Ba was stunned and said in a loud voice: "On the order of the holy monk, Jueru Zanpu has come to inspect the military camp tonight. ”

The guards were about to go in to report, and Solang Phuntsok in the big tent said: "It turns out that Jueru Zampu has arrived, please come in." ”

Everyone rushed in, only to see a big man wearing heavy armor sitting in front of the bookcase and checking the military newspaper. He raised his eyes and looked at everyone, his expression was not angry and arrogant, he was stunned and only glanced at him, and he was so frightened that he was shocked, but he still had the courage to tremble and said: "Big ...... Bold, why don't you worship when you see Ben Zampu?"

"I can't take off my armor in military affairs, see Zampu, please forgive me. Solang Phuntsok didn't seem to care about the "Zampu" in front of him, and stood up and only bowed slightly: "Zampu, please take a seat." ”

Without waiting for Ba to speak, Solang Pingcuo said: "I heard that Zampu turned the tide with his own strength in front of the battle yesterday and helped the holy monk quell the rebellion of the arrow slaves, it is gratifying, the descendants of the Yalong Queen are really different. ”

Jueru saw that his expression was a little tempting, a little ridiculous, and only said that "False Impression" was about to defect in battle, greedy for life and afraid of death, and the news had spread all over the barracks.

Ba was stunned and didn't know it, and said: "Zampu, you should be brave and strategic, and be able to bend and stretch." ”

Solang Phuntsok stared at him for a long time before he said, "What a brave and resourceful, bending and stretching Zampu." Since Zampu is here tonight, his subordinates happen to have something to ask for. I have a thangka bowl (canvas) here, and I want to ask Zampu to look at it. ”

As he spoke, he carefully took out a canvas from his bosom and slowly opened it.

The canvas is square in shape, about six feet square, and depicts a man wearing a white feather crown and a long robe, with lapels and shoulders, a leather belt girdle, and black boots. Following the direction of his finger, the mortal world was slash and burned, and the people were courteous to the monks and lived in peace.

Ba was stunned and looked at the canvas stupidly, and then looked at Solang Pingcuo, not knowing what it meant. Jueru beside him shook his body and was almost unsteady on his feet. Ashina Wei hurriedly held him up and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, but when I look at this painting, I feel like the world is spinning ......"

Solang Phuntsok shook the canvas in his hand, and strangely, the paint and graphics on it began to change. The man with the white feather crown gradually disappeared, and a Venerable One appeared sitting cross-legged on the throne, his right arm on his right knee, and his left hand grasping a tiger with a white forehead, the tiger opened its mouth in anger, and its four claws were scraping the ground to break free, but the Venerable One was pressed to the ground.

At this time, Jueru's face was pale, and sweat was like rain.

Solang Phuntsok shook the canvas again, and the Venerable One on the canvas faded away, revealing a sword-wielding Vajra with a hideous expression, pinching the trick in his left hand, raising the sword in his right hand, stepping on a tearful elephant with his left foot, and stepping on a monk with his right foot, threatening to kill.

By this time, Jueru was already trembling and shaking.

The canvas in Solang Phuntso's hand shook again, and the sword-wielding King Kong disappeared, and the picture appeared in the Jokhang Temple, where the man who had stepped on auspicious clouds stood in front of a stone tablet with many tribal leaders, as if he was sacrificing to his ancestors. In the crowd not far away, the Fuhu Venerable was bending his bow and arrows at the man.

Jueru couldn't bear it anymore and fainted with a scream. Ashinawei and the others hurriedly helped him up, only to see Jueru clenching his teeth, his brows furrowed, and his face full of pain.

Solang Phuntsok looked at Jueru, and then at Ba Zhidan: "It seems that you are not Jueru Zampu." ”

Ba was stunned and the next day was already frightened, and he trembled and pointed at Jueru: "He, he, he...... Yes, I'm not. ”

Ashina Wei pulled out his waist knife to protect Jueru: "What did you show him, why did he become like this?"

Solang Phuntsok said word by word: "If I guess correctly, you are the arrow slave, and he is the real Jueru Zampu." ”

Ashinawei saw that he couldn't hide it anymore, and now in this situation, he could only give it a go.

"Yes, this is the real Zampu, after the Yalong King, bullying Nan Lingwen, I am the arrow slave Ashinavi. As for this fake Zampu, his name is Ba Du Cidan, but his appearance is similar to that of Jueru Zampu, and he was kept at home by Li Lizun, and was used to pretend to be Jueru Zampu, give orders, and confuse the public. ”

At this time, Jueru slowly woke up, and Solang Phuntsok suddenly fell to his knees and prostrate on the ground: "Asar to see Zampu, I waited for you so hard!"

Everyone was stunned.

Jueru said: "You...... You're Assal?"

"Solang Phuntsok is just a pseudonym, my real name is Assar, my ancestors guarded this thangka, convinced that one day I would meet the descendants of Dharmazomp, and today I finally got my wish. ”

"Thangka, are they the four paintings you just showed me?"

Asal said: "Exactly, that is the secret of Zampu's background. ”

"Mother used to say that I would find you in the future. Only by understanding one's own life experience can one know how to go in the future. ”

"Yes, because of the mistakes made by the Argonian King, the detours he has taken, Lord Zampu must not repeat the mistakes of the past. Otherwise, Tibet will still be torn apart, and it will be the people and monks who suffer. ”

Jue Ruqi said: "What kind of mistake did my ancestors make to cause such a disaster?"

Asal shook the canvas in his hand, and the man with the white crest appeared again.

"This is your great-grandfather, Dama Zamp. ”

Jueru looked intently at the man in the picture, and saw that he was handsome, extraordinary, and had an imperial majesty.

Asal said: "When Dama Zampu first succeeded to the throne, the four sides were originally peaceful. However, the predecessor Zampu vigorously promoted the Mahayana religion of Tianzhu Tantra, which has reached the point of raising monks in seven households, and the burden of the people's lives has increased, in addition to paying taxes, they also have to support monks, and a large number of Tianzhu Tantric believers have poured into Tibet, and some even encourage members of the royal family to become monks, so as to interfere in the government affairs, which is the second picture you see. ”

Jue Ru nodded and said, "The Tianzhu Secret Sect has indeed flourished for a while, so much so that the local Yongzhong Sect has been suppressed. However, they should not interfere in the government's affairs, and this is not a mess of discipline?"

"Because of this, Dharma Tsampu suggested that the proclamation of Tantric Mahayana Buddhism be suspended, the temples under construction should be closed and closed, and monks from all over the country should not interfere in politics. The original intention was to protect the local sects, balance the power of the monks and laymen, and reduce the burden on the people. But it was used by some officials with ulterior motives to intensify a campaign to exterminate Buddhism, which is the third picture you see. ”

Jueru was silent, and only after a while did he say: "The so-called upper is good, and the lower must be very bad." The ancestors had good intentions, but they were recited by his subordinates. Although this move curbed foreign sects, it also killed many innocent people in vain. ”

Asal sighed: "At that time, even Princess Wencheng was said to be the reincarnation of the Rakshasa ghost, and the Buddha statue she brought was also buried in the ground. Later, some local officials asked the monks to take off their robes and participate in the hunt, not only eating meat, but also asking them to enjoy women's sex, breaking the precepts. The believers hated Zampu to the core, and they called him 'Langdarma', that is, the reincarnated demon king. ”

Jueru listened to it with a cold sweat dripping down, thinking that his ancestors had such an unbearable past.

Asal continued, "At that time, there was a master of tantra named Beji Dorje, and when he heard about this, he saw that his brothers and sisters had been killed, and he was furious and had the idea of assassinating Zampu. One day, when Dharmazenpo and his ministers were paying tribute to the monument of the alliance in front of the Jokhang Temple, this Beji Dorje hid in the crowd and secretly threw a cold arrow and shot Zanpu. ”

Jue Ru exclaimed "ah" and said in a trembling voice: "This ...... This is the fourth picture. ”

Asal nodded slowly, "It is said that Mazampu has the Dragon King's body, and ordinary people can't harm him. However, the bow and arrow chosen by the Beji Dorje were soaked in the spring water of the Devil's Eye, and even the body of the divine dragon was difficult to resist. Zampu's wound never healed after being hit by the arrow, and seeing that his fate was on the verge of death, he rose to the last of his divine power and drew this thangka with his own blood. In order to warn future generations, balance the relationship between monks and laymen, cherish all lives, and no longer favor one over the other, and set yourself on fire. ”

Jueru said: "No wonder when I look at these four paintings, the blood boils all over my body, and the sweat is like rain. It's just that this thangka is hidden in your hands. ”

Asal respectfully kowtowed three times, held the thangka canvas high above the top and said: "My ancestor once followed Dharmazomp, and before Zampu died, he handed over the thangka to my ancestor for safekeeping, saying that only the true successor is eligible to obtain it. But at that time, the two queens each embraced the young prince, which led to a split in the royal family and a civil war that raged out of control. Subsequently, there was a slave uprising, and the monks and bathing forces in various places rebelled one after another, and Tibet was torn apart. My great-grandfathers, great-grandfathers, ancestors, and other generations have kept this secret until today. ”

Jueru took the canvas, only to feel that his body was shook, as if he had been struck by lightning, and scenes of pictures flashed in his mind, as if he had returned to that era more than a hundred years ago, and all the past poured into his mind, almost as if he had seen it in person.

Seeing that he stood there for a long time, almost without blinking, thinking that something had happened to him, Ashina Wei walked up and patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly a huge force surged, ejecting Ashinawei out of the way and slamming him to the ground.

At the same time, the thangka turned into a mist and slowly shrouded Jueru's body. Everyone wiped their eyes, and when they looked closely, they saw that Jueru was wearing a white feather crown on his head, dressed in a long robe, with lapels and cloud shoulders, a leather belt waist, and black boots, almost exactly like the man in the first painting.

Asal cried with joy: "Yongzhong monk's clothes, this is Yongzhong monk's clothes......! Our Tibetan Zampu has finally returned. ”

Everyone in the big tent knelt down reverently, bowed their heads to worship, and said: "See the Buddha Jueru Zampu!"

At this time, someone outside the tent suddenly laughed: "The senior monk really didn't guess wrong, General Solang is here tonight, and there is really a lot to see." ”