After saying that, Little Qiangba glanced nervously at the Lama, feeling a little uneasy.
"Om mani bei me hum," the lama glanced at him, smiled slightly, and turned the silver prayer wheel in his hand, "there are two ways."
The lama was wearing a red monk's robe and holding a silver prayer wheel in his hand, which made him stand out.
Seeing the silver prayer wheel in the lama's hand, little Qiangba almost drooled.
Little Qiangba naturally did not dare to express his inner thoughts, but bowed and asked: "Master, may I ask what the method is?"
"First, do more painful things to atone for the sins of the past life. Second, hold the prayer wheel, repent of the past, eliminate disasters and avoid disasters, and accumulate merit." The lama said while turning the silver prayer wheel.
When Qianba's father heard this, he couldn't help but feel sad.
Prayer wheels are very useful, but they are poor Chabas after all. It is not easy to support themselves. How can they have money to buy a prayer wheel.
It seems that only by enduring a lot of suffering in this life can we accumulate more merit.
But Little Qiangba also had a completely different idea from his father. He vowed at this time that he must save money desperately and buy a prayer wheel.
He had two purposes for purchasing the prayer wheel. One was to atone for his past life sins, and the other was to accumulate merit, eliminate disasters and avoid disasters, so that he could live a good life.
But this wish is too difficult to realize, Chaba is too poor.
He worked hard and earned money until he was thirty years old, a full twenty years before he achieved this wish.
But here comes the problem. Although he can have money to buy a prayer wheel, his wife doesn't have it yet.
Not only did he want to buy a prayer wheel for himself, but he also wanted to buy a prayer wheel for his wife.
In this way, until this year, when he was forty, he finally bought a pair of prayer wheels for himself and his wife.
On an auspicious day, Jamba finally purchased a pair of prayer wheels.
When he handed the prayer wheel to his wife, she hugged Qianba and burst into tears: "Awo (official), we can finally live a good life."
"Well (Madam), now that we have this prayer wheel, we can accumulate merit and the future will be better." Qiangba said happily while hugging Madam and nodding.
But they never expected that less than a month after they got the prayer wheel, their children disappeared.
Whether the prayer wheel is a blessing or a curse, the Jamba couple really can't figure it out.
If it weren't for blessing, why would everyone among the nobles and lamas have a prayer wheel in their hands?
If they were lucky, why did their only son and daughter disappear?
It would be easy to say if he disappeared somewhere else, but the missing place happened to be no other place, but the lama temple they relied on most.
Jianba looked at the cavalry in front of him while recalling the past.
Seeing Centurion Bianba's snake-like eyes reminded him of the cavalryman who dragged Long Live to death when he was a child.
Jianba's victory was clear, and the cavalryman's eyes were as cold and ruthless as Bianba's.
Thinking of this, his face turned pale and he almost fell off the horse.
Seeing Qianba's actions, Benba smiled coldly and suddenly winked at Deputy Centurion Cisatsu.
At this time, the deputy centurion Jisong smiled coldly, took out his bow and arrow, opened the bow and nocked the arrow, and pointed it at Qiangba.
Jamba yelled and hugged the horse tightly, trying not to fall.
Seeing that Jianba hadn't fallen yet, Cisong couldn't help but be surprised.
He suddenly let go of his grip, and the arrow in his hand shot directly towards Jianba.
Jamba could no longer hold on at this time, screamed, and fell off the horse.
Cisong took back the bow and arrow in his hand and said sheepishly: "I just wanted to scare him, but I didn't expect Qiangba to be so careless."
Although he pretends to be embarrassed, anyone who is serious can see that he doesn't mean it at all.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cisong screamed and fell off his horse.
The Tibetan cavalry couldn't help but be shocked. After all, Cisong was not like Qianba.
Qiangba was a poor Chaba, an out-and-out farmer who had never ridden a horse, so it was normal for him to fall off a horse.
But Cisong is different. He is not only a cavalryman, but also a deputy centurion.
Could it be that he was too timid and was frightened off his horse?
Everyone couldn't help but look towards Cisong, only to see a crossbow arrow on Cisong's forehead.
"How dare you shoot my deputy centurion?" The spear in his hand was pointed at Wan Hongzhuang.
"Mistake, mistake, mistake." Wan Hongzhuang shook the crossbow in his hand contemptuously and said regretfully, "I just wanted to scare him, but I didn't expect that I made a mistake."
Although Wan Hongzhuang's tone was extremely sincere, his expression was obviously inconsistent with his tone.
A chief named Yi Shuichuan couldn't help but look at Wan Hongzhuang and saw a hint of smile in Wan Hongzhuang's eyes.
You obviously did it on purpose and pretended it was a mistake.
Although it was a mistake, I am happy. Thinking of this, Wan Hongzhuang couldn't help feeling happy.
Wan Hongzhuang wanted to pretend to be sympathetic, but his inner thoughts clearly betrayed him.
Xiong Hu took all this in his eyes, and Wan Hongzhuang obviously did it on purpose.
But after all, he was the chief clerk of the formation. Although he was happy in his heart, his expression was tense.
He could hold it back, but the rest of the security team couldn't hold it back and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Bianba was a little suspicious at first, but when he heard the laughter of the security team, he finally knew that the other party did it on purpose.
He couldn't help being furious, raised his spear in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Get ready."
A Tibetan cavalryman immediately blew his horn, and the Tibetan cavalrymen raised their spears, waiting for Bianba's order.
What Tibetans used as horns of attack, apart from bull horns, were war drums.
The trumpets are big, the drums are even bigger.
It is possible to carry cow horns with you, but cowhide war drums cannot be carried with you at all.
The cowhide war drum was so big that it had to be pulled by at least one war horse.
Some are even as long as one foot, and they need several horses to pull them. The person who plays the drum must be extremely strong to spread the sound of the drum.
But the security team held an extremely small object in its mouth, less than the size of two fingers, and its effect was far greater than that of Tubo's horns.
Never ignore the role of trumpets and drums, it can even determine the outcome of a war.
In this era, the sound of trumpets and drums had a specific meaning. Generally speaking, "Enter when you hear the sound of drums, and retreat when you hear the sound of gold."
When the soldiers hear the sound of drums, they must take action. The first rule of military regulations is basically, "Anyone who refuses to advance after hearing the drums will be killed"!
War drums not only have the function of commanding, but also have the function of boosting morale.
If you don't believe it, you might as well read the classic article "The Debate on Cao GUI" in "Zuo Zhuan".
It goes like this: "Fighting requires courage. One burst of energy will weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted. When others are exhausted, I will be full, so I can overcome them."
"Woo woo, woo woo." A harsh voice suddenly came from Xiong Hu's mouth.
Hearing this sound that they had never heard before, all the Tibetan cavalry could not help but be shocked, and some even turned pale and confused.
The sound was so sharp that it pierced people's soul.
This is something, less than the size of two fingers.
Although Tubo's horn trumpet seems louder than it, it is nothing compared to the big one.
Could it be that the heavy cavalry dispatched by Shamenbo Chan last time were frightened by such a small thing as the security regiment.
Thinking of this, some of the Tubo cavalrymen trembled with fear, and even their horses moved around uneasily.
Before the two sides started fighting, Tubo's momentum was suppressed by the security team.
Hearing Xiong Hu's whistle, the security team all pointed their hand-held crossbows at the right place.
Hearing the other party's sharp voice and seeing the other party's miniature bed crossbow, Bian Ba seemed to be sitting on a stool grilled by the fire. He could neither get up nor get down.
Seeing Ciji return in defeat, Bianba thought it was a poor excuse to cover up his incompetence.
Until today, when he met the security team, he realized that he had kicked a stone.
Although the spear in his hand is longer than the opponent's, it is a close-quarters weapon and must be attacked closely.
The opponent holds a miniature bed crossbow in his hand, which can attack from a distance.
The two sides are three feet apart, and before the spear can reach it, the opponent's hand-held crossbow must be fired.
That miniature bed crossbow is not only powerful, but also has excellent accuracy.
Otherwise, why would a deputy centurion of theirs be killed with just a wipe from a small officer in the security regiment?
Thinking of this, Bianba didn't want to look at Cisong who fell to the ground, hoping that a miracle would happen.
But Bianba was disappointed. He didn't make much movement anymore, and he was obviously more dead than alive.
Thinking of this, Bianba had no choice but to smile awkwardly and force himself to argue: "Master Xiong, my men just wanted to scare Bianba, and they didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"Scare him? I can see clearly. If Qiangba hadn't fallen off his horse, he would have been shot by now." Xiong Hu smiled coldly and pressed forward step by step.
Xionghu had already seen that Cisong was definitely not trying to scare Qiangba, but was just trying to kill Qiangba.
Seeing Gu Wan Hongzhuang take action, Xiong Hu did not stop him at all, but acquiesced.
Bianba was still unconvinced and asked loudly: "Master Xiong, it is true that your deputy centurion was shot, but Qianba was obviously not shot by my deputy centurion."
"This is your deputy centurion's fault. Since this is a battlefield, casualties are inevitable." Xiong Hu waved the crossbow in his hand and replied coldly.
Bian Ba was shocked when he saw the crossbow shaking in Xiong Hu's hand.
As long as he shouted for action, Bian Ba felt that he was very likely to be shot by Xiong Hu and follow the path of his deputy centurion.
He was startled, and the war horse was also affected, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
He thought for a while and asked reluctantly: "What do you want to do?"
"Didn't I tell you what I want to do? Help Qiangba find his son and daughter, do you want me to say it again?" Although Xiong Hu's voice was not loud, he spoke loudly.
Bian Ba sighed inwardly. He did not expect that this time the attack would be unfavorable. Before the two sides fought, he lost a deputy centurion Cisong.
Although the security team didn't know, he knew it very well.
The key person this time was Bianba, so he signaled Tsimatsu to kill Jianba in the name of intimidation.
Jianba, Jianba, thinking of this, Bianba's heart lit up.
He asked with feigned concern: "Jumba, can he still move now?"
As long as Jumba couldn't move, he had achieved his goal.
Even if he pays the price of Cisong, as long as he can prevent the security team from entering Nanzhao Temple, his mission will be completed.
Thinking of this, Bian Ba couldn't help but sneer.
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