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Chapter 17: Reciting Buddhist Sutras in Pingchuan on the Lower Plateau of Tibet

"Drive, drive," the sound of horses' hooves bursts, the two groups of people and horses one in front of the other, the front group of people each holding weapons in their hands, and the group of people behind are wearing red robes, not to be precise, they should be wrapped in red robes, wearing a yellow hat like a cockscomb on their heads, and their appearance is very different from that of the Central Plains. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThat's a Tibetan who came down from Tibet.

The horse's hooves flew and rolled up a cloud of dust, filling the entire Pingchuan River.

A fast horse in the back caught up with and overtook the group in front, and the man on the fast horse threw out a pair of golden cymbals in his hand and struck a man, who rolled over and fell off his horse. The golden cymbal arced far through the air and returned to the Tibetan man's hand.

The Tibetans blocked the way of a group of people in front of them, and the group reined in their horses.

"Red fanzi, good dog is not a good dog, you quickly get out of the way of grandpa. A Central Plains man said.

"I'm not here to be your way, but to take your lives. The man with the golden cymbals said.

The man's face was black and red, like a fire in the night, what the people of the Central Plains did not know was that it was the result of the violent winds on the plateau since they were born, and those strong winds had blown through their veins and seeped into their blood, so the Tibetan people's temperament was also the same as the violent wind that had been blowing on the plateau for hundreds of millions of years, without scruples.

After saying that, he jumped up from his horse, and threw the golden cymbals straight at the man. The man didn't dare to slack off, pulled out the scimitar, and slashed at the golden cymbal with blazing eyes, who knew that the golden cymbal actually seemed to have a pair of wings on his own, and at the moment when the scimitar was about to split it, it actually slipped from the blade.

The golden cymbal smashed on the man's brazen chest. The chest suddenly deflated like a deflated ball.

The man also rolled off his horse, and the people around him shouted: "Lei Hall Master," and helped him up. Who are you Dao, smart readers should react: the man in front of him is the master of the Ming Sect Benlei Hall "Lei Benlie". Then the other party must be the "Sakya faction" who came down from the Tibetan Plateau.

Lei Benlie was helped up by everyone, his eyes looked straight at the second-in-command of the Sakya faction "Sedanza" who had just thrown a golden cymbal and injured him, and a string of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

"Where did you go to the right?" asked Lei Benlie in a low voice. There was a look of horror in his eyes, he had not yet reached the point where he could not be afraid in the face of death.

"I don't know, these fans have been chasing us for three days and three nights. Zhao Zuo asked us to go first, and deal with those gangs by ourselves, but there is no news so far. ”

"Zhao Jin, he probably was killed by my junior brother a long time ago. Sedanza said, he had heard Lei Benlie's whisper.

"Mr. Tong spent a lot of money to buy your heads, and it seems that I am going to make a good profit this time. Sedanza said with a proud face. As he spoke, he rushed towards the people in the Ming Sect and rushed into the crowd, and an indescribable smell of sheep poured into everyone's nostrils.

That was their last feeling before they died, because death really doesn't count as a feeling.

Just when the people in the Ming Sect were about to be killed by Sedanza alone, several big yellow cockscomb hats came overwhelmingly and landed in front of Sedanza.

When Sedanza looked at those hats, his face immediately changed greatly, because those hats were the people he sent to delay Zhao Jin. What is certain now is that those people have all died under Zhao Jin's hands.

"Sedanza, I can't see that you, a red fan, are so treacherous, you actually sent a few people to entangle me, and then hunted down and killed the Lei Hall Master and them yourself. ”

"Haha, you Han people only think that you have any "Sun Tzu's Art of War", so you tell others all day long about what soldiers are not tired of cheating, and when it comes to us to use it for you, you don't understand it again. ”

"Hmph, you guys, after secretly reading a few pages of things handed down by my ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty, you think you know everything, but you don't know that what you know is just some skins. ”

"It's enough to deal with you. Before Sedanza finished speaking, Zhao Jin had already jumped up and flew, and a sharp blade like a knife and not a sword, like a sword and not a sword, had already stabbed at him, and the narrow wind roared. Nase Danza saw that this blow was full of domineering, and he didn't dare to be careless.

The two golden cymbals fought separately, and the golden cymbals were originally a musical instrument, and there was a "Golden Cymbal Venerable" among the five hundred Arhats of Buddhism. Looking at Sedanza's golden cymbals, the edges are sharper than knives. But it is never the weapon that determines the outcome and will not be, but the person who wields it. The greatest use of weapons is simply to make the master easy to use, so as to give full play to their strength.

But Sedanza didn't expect that the moment his golden cymbal came into contact with Zhao Jin's blade, Zhao Jin suddenly had an internal force, and after Sedanza reacted, it was too late to use the internal force to fight with Zhao Jin. The cymbal was pierced with a hole, and the blade pierced through the hole, and stabbed into Sedanza's shoulder. A surge of blood gushed out.

Sedanza was already injured and took a few steps back.

Zhao Jin said: "I will teach you today what it means to be 'soldiers are not tired of cheating'.

Sedanza hurriedly sealed his acupoint, he knew that this thorn had pierced his big blood vessels, and if he was allowed to flow like this, he would not survive for two hours.

Sedanza's black and red face immediately turned miserable and pale, as if a thick layer of white fat powder had been touched on it.

A small lama next to him walked over and handed Sedanzha a pill, and Sedanzha took it. The pill looked like it had been fished out of a dung pit. There is no one in the Ming Sect who smells that smell without blocking his nose.

Lei Benlie had completely lost the tension just now at this time, and a sense of security that appeared from the edge of death made him fearless now, and said with a big grin: "It's really different from us, our Song people take medicine to treat injuries, and this Tubo people eat to treat injuries." ”

The rest of the Mingjiao had the same mentality as Lei Benlie at this time, and laughed at the Tubo people. But on the Tibetan side, except for Sedanzha and a few people who were a little angry, the rest of the people looked calm, as if they hadn't heard Lei Benlie's humiliation of them. In fact, they heard it, but they didn't understand it, because they didn't understand Chinese at all.

It's strange to say that after eating that-like pill, Sedanza's face actually got better. But the scene that happened later made everyone cry and laugh.

When Sedanza's complexion improved, he foamed at the mouth like a ruminant cow, but his expression was not as calm as that of a ruminant cow. Sedanza's eyes widened angrily, and the bloodshot in his eyes was clearly trembling, as if he had been enchanted. There are still words in the mouth, of course, it is Tibetan that the Han people do not understand.

The people of the Ming Sect looked at this good show that they had never seen before, and they felt that it was even more interesting than the dance music of the singer in the Cuiyan Pavilion of Bianliang City.

Sedanzha suddenly regained his nervous expression and said in Chinese: "Just now, the protector of all beings on the throne of the Great Leiyin Temple of the Western Heavenly Spirit Mountain, the Lord of Freedom, said that he would summon me to the Great Leiyin Temple of the Spirit Mountain, which is 108,000 miles away. The Buddha said to me, "Danzha Wusun, these people in front of you are the 100,000 evil ghosts who have escaped from the hell of Abi. I now give you divine power, and command you to set up a great array of demons to bring these demons who are harmful to the world to hell. ”

When the people of the Ming Sect heard such a rhetoric, they could even blow it better than the storytellers of the Great Song Dynasty. My heart was immediately filled with a curious mentality. Let's see what tricks these red fans are going to play. This is precisely the root of human inferiority, unable to withstand the temptation, when going to a place, often confused by the scenery along the way, forgetting their destination, and thus falling into a lost path.

If the people in the Ming Sect don't like to be lively, but take advantage of the victory to kill the people of the Sakya faction, they will not be in trouble in the future.

Those people from the Sakya sect say it's a formation, but it doesn't look like a formation, but it looks like acting. Because they were blowing locks, playing cymbals, and some were walking around with the gorgeous Buddha statues on their robes. Whoever looks at it can't imagine that it's the so-called formation. , but like a clumsy performance by a bunch of folk artists.

At this time, the people of the Ming Sect have completely lost the current tension of the great enemy, and this is really the power of the Sakya sect-------- let the enemy enjoy, and when people enjoy it, they will definitely relax their guard. Let the enemy die in enjoyment.

The people in the Mingjiao watched each other's performances, and slowly fell into a sense of detachment, fluttering and not knowing why, as if they were being detained under a Hong bell, countless Buddha statues in the bell floated, and they kept chanting: "Moo Mi Ma Huh" The voice called the people upset, and the sound shook the eardrum rupture. A few of them slowly went limp, and this time it was their turn to foam at the mouth, but they still had expressions of enjoyment on their faces. Zhao Jin also felt a little faint. Sedanza saw the people in the Ming Sect fall down one by one, with a wicked smile on his face, and with a wave of his hand, the performance ended.

Zhao Jin looked at him hatefully and said: "Despicable, he even took advantage of our unpreparedness to poison us, and claimed to be a disciple of the Buddhist family." ”

"Poisoning, haha, you are still the bright left envoy of Mingjiao, you are really unheard, you Han people only know that you can kill the enemy with poison eaten from your mouth. As everyone knows, whoever hears it in its ears and sees it in its eyes can kill. You Han people think that you know the most, and you are really self-righteous. ”

Lei Benlie was not shallowly poisoned, he had lost consciousness, his face was obsessed, and he still had words in his mouth, saying: "Buddha, you send me to get the scriptures, I will definitely send the scriptures to the Great Song Dynasty, and I will definitely be more reliable than this color monk." ”

Zhao Jin nodded at several of his big holes and poked them in the middle of others. shouted loudly: "Thunder Hall Master" that Lei Benlie opened his eyes as if he had woken up from a dream.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Lei Benlie's mouth, his face was like gold paper, as if he had been hit hard, and he gasped and said: "I have really never seen these methods, listening to Buddhist scriptures can actually hurt people." ”

"This is for you to be reborn, and the dead have already seen the Buddha. Sedan was arrogant and looked at the Mingjiao people with contempt.

Zhao Jin saw that more than half of the sect members he brought out had died, and even he was slightly injured. Look at the Sakya sect's arrogant expression. A sense of fear rose in his heart, and he now felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, which made him extremely conscious.

The fear of death is there, but not much. His biggest feeling now is that he is unwilling. He was unwilling to let himself become famous in the rivers and lakes, and his great wish to make Mingjiao the first major sect in the rivers and lakes was shattered.

Zhao Jin looked up to the sky and laughed, and roared: "I, Zhao Jin, am unwilling, I am unwilling." The voice echoed in Hirakawa for a long time. Like a wounded wolf, wailing in the wilderness.

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