Ragha was shocked when he heard this.
He never expected that this scholar from the Song Dynasty would have such a clear grasp of the teachings of Lamaism.
While secretly alarmed, he pretended to drink tea and looked at Jialuo to see how he would cope.
Lajia was frightened, and Jialuo was even more frightened.
This Wang Wenxiu had only been in Tibet for a month, and he did not expect to be so familiar with the teachings of Lamaism.
Familiarity is secondary. The most important thing is that Wang Wenxiu was able to apply the teachings to achieve his goal.
The Dharma King's status is so high that it is already out of reach.
This was originally a good thing, but Wang Wenxiu took advantage of it and unknowingly turned it into his weakness.
Because Wang Wenxiu believed that because of the status of Dharma King Jialuo, his skin (body) should be used to make utensils, and the effect would be far better than that of ordinary eminent monks, let alone mortals.
In Lamaism, the more eminent a monk is, the more effective his skin will be in making utensils.
None of the three Wang Wenxiu believed in Buddhism and Lamaism, and were required by Zhao Ping to learn its teachings.
None of the three people understood why they had to learn the teachings of Lamaism when they got here. They were either literati or studying Confucian culture.
"The little saint really has a far-sighted vision and has already expected this day." Yu Qishi said quietly to Zheng Ding.
Zheng Dingpo nodded, a little embarrassed: "If the little saint hadn't forced me to study, I wouldn't have wanted to study at all. I didn't expect that Ziyang would come in handy today."
"Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be invincible in a hundred battles." Yu Qishi nodded, "Just as the battlefield is, so is the officialdom."
The two of them were discussing quietly, but Wang Wenxiu felt happy.
Looking at Wang Wenxiu's stern expression, looking at Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding whispering to each other, Jialuo felt uncomfortable at all.
Jia Luo sighed inwardly and thought in his mind, it's not that Duoji Lao Ne didn't help you, now Lao Ne is a mud Buddha crossing the river, and he can't protect himself.
He knew very well that if he had to fight with Wang Wenxiu, he would have to sacrifice his skin.
After all, he is the Dharma King and has reached the highest level of Lamaism. How can he give this body away so easily?
Jia Luo was thinking like this and said: "Special envoy Wang, Lao Ne's magic power is far from enough. He needs more practice to achieve positive results."
Hearing that Jia Luo actually found the steps for him, Wang Wenxiu gave him a contemptuous look.
These sanctimonious fake monks do not have the courage to face life and death.
Where has the daily knowledge of the classics gone, and where has the spirit of sacrificing one's life for righteousness gone?
Jialuo didn't seem to notice it, and while turning the prayer wheel, he recited Buddhist scriptures silently.
Wang Wenxiu smiled coldly, since you are afraid of difficulties, it will be easy to handle.
"Dorji, you like to be skinned, let me have a chance to be skinned today." He looked at Dorji at this time, slapped his hands, and roared sternly.
Duoji was shocked when he heard this and said without hesitation: "Sir, they are not human beings, they are just talking beasts. It is natural for beasts to be skinned."
"Slap your mouth, slap your mouth. Slap your mouth at this lama who is worse than a beast." Wang Wenxiu was furious and immediately ordered.
What Wang Wenxiu said was extremely vicious. Not only was he worse than a beast, but he also used the word lama.
This is like arranging beasts with lamas. Aren't you a lama who is superior? Then I, Wang Wenxiu, will knock you down from the mortal world!
Gaara's face turned red when he heard this.
He stood up from his seat and argued: "Special envoy Wang, in Tubo, slaves are just talking beasts."
"Hearing this, I don't know how the Dharma King got it. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. This is the most basic teaching of the Buddhist scriptures. Doesn't the Dharma King know it?" Wang Wenxiu gave him a contemptuous look and said lightly.
Hearing this, Gaara blushed even more.
Fortunately, his face was originally black, and even if it turned red, it would still be black and red, making it hard to tell.
He had just compared lamas to beasts, and now he was ridiculing the highest level of Lamaism, the Dharma King.
These words not only made Jia Luo feel ashamed, but also La Jia fell into deep thought.
Is Lamaism really as bad as Wang Wenxiu says?
When Jialuo heard this, he felt that he could no longer stay here.
Not only did he sneer at Lamaism, but he also laughed at his Dharma King.
It's not that Jia Luo didn't want to refute, but the other party caught the pain point and was really unable to refute.
He reluctantly said goodbye and left with all his men in great embarrassment.
As soon as Jia Luo left, La Jia felt even more meaningless to stay here.
He sighed inwardly, shook his head, reluctantly said goodbye, and left with a sad look on his face.
Jia Luo had no shame to leave here, and he also had no shame to leave here.
Wang Wenxiu not only slapped the face of Lamaism, but also slapped the face of Tibetan nobles.
In Tubo, Lamaism is Tubo, Tubo is Lamaism, and the two have merged into one.
Lamaism was actually born for Tubo, giving legal cover to the many sinful behaviors of the Tibetan aristocrats.
For example, the reason why slaves are slaves is that they have sinned in their previous lives and must atone for their sins in this life.
For example, the reason why nobles are nobles is because they have atoneed for their sins in their previous lives, so they can be high and mighty in this life.
For example, nobles cut off slaves' arms, cut off their soles, and wiped out their eyes in order to eliminate their sins.
With the explanation of sins in previous lives, both nobles and slaves felt at ease.
When a lama abuses a slave, it is to eliminate his sins, and when a slave is abused, it is because he has sins.
The reason why I have been a serf all my life is because of my bad fate.
If you want to be born as good as a noble in your life, you must eliminate the sins in this life.
Lamas and nobles are twin brothers, sharing the same breath and destiny.
The two are like-minded, never abandon each other, are each other's inner and outer, rely on each other, and survive each other.
"Papa, tap, tap." The sound of a loud slap echoed in the air of the hall.
When Duoji saw Jia Luo leaving, he knew that he had been abandoned, and his heart suddenly became despairing.
He couldn't blame Jialuo. Jialuo had tried his best and was severely humiliated by the other party.
At this time, Dorje's sides were swollen like a pig's head, but he no longer felt any pain.
Wang Wenxiu saw that Dorje was almost gone, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Execute torture and let these villains atone for the sins of the skinned people."
Duoji was not scared when he was slapped, but when he heard that he was about to be skinned, he suddenly trembled all over.
"No, no, no." Dorje suddenly shouted loudly, and an extremely foul smell spread in the hall. It turned out that he was incontinent.
Several Zaoyi servants, with red eyes, tied Duoji to the pig-killing bench and pressed him hard on it.
He Sian didn't care about this. He took out the boning knife from the table and walked towards Duoji step by step.
Duoji struggled desperately, cried out loudly, and begged for mercy.
Aunt Wang left. She was not fumed away by the smell. After all, she was a woman.
Although Aunt Wang left, Wang Dalang did not leave.
He didn't cover his nose, he was already used to the smell.
The reason he didn't leave was because he wanted to see the villain punished.
Wang Wenxiu, Yu Qishi and both of them were literati. They couldn't stand the smell, so they had to leave while waving their hands to drive away the smell.
Zheng Ding didn't want to leave at first, but when he saw Wang Wenxiu and others leaving, he had no choice but to follow them.
The three of them left hand in hand, and the entourage held lanterns to illuminate their respective masters.
Yu Qishi frowned as he walked: "Ziyang (Wang Wenxiu's nickname), this time really gave a big sigh of relief to the Han people, but now he has completely offended the Lamaism."
"Ziyang, this time I have offended not only the Lamaism, but also the nobles." Zheng Ding followed up and went one step further.
"Establish a heart for the heaven and the earth, ask for orders for the living people, inherit the monkey's unique teachings for the saints, and create peace for all generations." Wang Wenxiu did not answer the two people's questions, but read these famous sentences, "Although there are thousands of people, I will go."
Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding looked at each other and bowed respectfully to Wang Wenxiu: "Ziyang, I admire you. We are ashamed of ourselves."
It wasn't that they didn't admire him, but they were worried about Wang Wenxiu and had to raise it.
"The little saint has already expected this." Wang Wenxiu returned the courtesy and shook his head, "I'm just executing."
Hearing that this was what the little saint meant, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them were originally worried that it was Wang Wenxiu's whim, but they didn't expect that it was the little saint's idea, and they were relieved.
Zheng Ding thought for a moment, then suddenly took out the note from his body and read the words written on it repeatedly.
"Ziyang, although the murderer has been brought to justice, he was only executing the orders of the Khenpo (Abbot), and the real murderer is still at large." He said in a very serious tone while looking at the order above.
Yu Qishi didn't dare to look at the note that made him extremely uncomfortable. Although the words on it were written with a brush, he felt as if it was a murder weapon.
"Indeed." Yu Qishi nodded, with a very solemn expression, "But Khenpo is the abbot of the temple, and it is difficult to arrest him. If this is the case, it will inevitably cause resistance from many Tibetan people. But if these abbots are allowed to go unpunished, I'm sorry. Those Han people who were skinned and beheaded by them.”
"Of course these villains in monk robes cannot escape punishment. I have already reported this matter to the little saint. According to previous practice, the little saint may reply via messenger tomorrow."
The next day, Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding, who were worried, came to Wang Wenxiu's office.
Wang Wenxiu asked the two of them to sit down and motioned to the concierge to serve tea.
Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding had no intention of drinking tea. What mattered to them was the little sage's instructions.
Wang Wenxiu took a sip of tea and smiled mysteriously: "The little saint has already made arrangements, let us wait and see."
Hearing this, Yu Qishi and Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but look at each other.
Zheng Ding really wanted to beat up Wang Wenxiu. How could you say such a thing?
A few days later, Yi Shuitai, who had been promoted to chief, rescued a skinned Han female slave during patrol in Xizhao Temple, and also rescued her family and relatives.
The lama who skinned the female slave did not end well either. He himself tasted the feeling of being skinned by others.
A few days later, Wan Hongzhuang, who had been promoted to the rank of Chief, also rescued a skinned Han female slave in Nanzhao Temple, and at the same time rescued her family.
Naturally, the lama who skinned the female slave did not end well, and the feeling of being skinned by others was unavoidable.
"The status of the Han people in Tubo is too low, how come they are skinned and they are Han women?" When he heard that two more Han female slaves were rescued, Yu Qishi was happy and lamented deeply.
"Now you're a Han lady again, tell me where to put the faces of these Han people." Zheng Ding nodded, then frowned and asked from another angle, "Why don't these lamasery temples stop?"
Wang Wenxiu shook his head and said contemptuously: "Hold on, they are in urgent need of human skins to do Buddhist rituals, how can they stop?"
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