The gazes of Tibetan believers put great pressure on the security team.
The two of them were deeply involved and felt even more pressure.
These are not just a few, but thousands of believers, all in a dark atmosphere, all worshiping.
Xu Hong could not blame the matter on Xiong Hu, because he was a small noble.
If Xiong Hu comes forward, it will be a completely asymmetric meeting, which will bring shame to the security team.
Xiong Hu did not show up. Of course, the test for Xu Hong was also an opportunity for Xu Hong.
Xiong Hu may be promoted to battalion leader soon, and Xu Hong, as his personal captain, will naturally also have the opportunity to be promoted to chief secretary or deputy commander of the formation.
Xu Hong has already participated in the battle, but it is not enough.
The security team has won consecutive victories, and countless people have made meritorious deeds.
Although other people participated in the battle and performed meritorious services, there has never been a situation where the arrested lama encountered the believers.
There are so many believers here, which puts a lot of pressure on the security team.
If Xu Hong handles this matter well, it will definitely be of great benefit to his promotion.
Although the benefits can be expected, the prerequisite is to handle this matter well.
If this matter is not handled properly, it will not only disgrace the security team, but also cast a shadow on his promotion.
Xiong Hu did not come forward, but just stood aside and observed how Xu Hong responded.
"Open the wooden box and the village owner will know after taking a look." Xu Hong ordered his men.
Pa Zhuo saw more than thirty boxes pulled by horses here and didn't know what they were.
He also found it strange what was in these boxes.
The security team soldiers placed the wooden boxes on the ground and opened them one by one.
There were three boxes containing human skins one after another. There was no telling how many there were.
There are ten boxes, containing human skulls one after another, as well as a boy's face.
He looked stunned, surprised and in disbelief.
Obviously this young man did not expect that he would die.
Although this boy has been dead for many days, his facial expressions are still lifelike.
Why is it so lifelike? Because its neck is covered with lime.
The other wooden boxes contain magical instruments made of human bones, human skin drums, human skin thangkas, wine glasses made of skulls, etc.
Padro was also a noble, but only a small noble with only a few slaves.
They may have skin thangkas, and slaves whose eyes were gouged out, their hands and feet were cut off, but there were very few of them.
Slaves are also the most valuable property of nobles, so there is no reason to slaughter them casually.
But seeing the human skins, skulls, and leg bones in front of him, Padro estimated that the number was no less than a hundred.
Zhujie almost fainted when he saw it.
This is more than a hundred living lives, and you can imagine how miserable this situation is.
Zhujie's wife, Wangmu, screamed when she saw it, her eyes turned white, and she fell to the ground softly.
Zhujie slapped his wife and shouted loudly: "Ajia, Ajia."
But no matter how Zhujie shouted, Wangmu just didn't respond.
"Help, help." Zhujie panicked and immediately shouted to the people around him.
Xu Yang was originally a little unhappy with Zhujie, but when he saw his wife fall, he became anxious.
Xu Yang studied the little sage's teachings about Tubo and knew that common people such as Chaba of Tubo were deeply influenced by lamas.
They are uneducated, so naturally they have no doubts about what the lamas say.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved to Zhujie.
He shouted to Yi Shuichuan: "Zihe, come and save people."
Yi Shuichuan nodded and came over to treat Wangmu.
The best person to treat Wang Mu is a nurse, after all, Wang Mu is a woman.
But Yi Shuichuan was only about twenty, and he was more than enough to be Wang Mu's son.
Zhujie looked at Yi Shuichuan, the more he looked at him, the more he liked him. It would be great if this person could become his uncle.
But he finally shook his head and sighed.
The security group has made a big deal about Prime Minister You and his troops have been wiped out, and his reputation has spread far and wide throughout Qingtang.
The security team is more than that. I heard that everyone's salary is frighteningly high. How can I look down on his poor daughter?
Perhaps, the only person who could impress a young officer like Yi Shuichuan was the daughter of a nobleman.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly look at Pazhuo, feeling sad in his heart.
Pa Zhuo had no idea what Zhujie was thinking. He was now focusing on Xu Hong.
Xu Hong suddenly took out something that Pa Zhuo had never seen before, and the sound shocked everyone.
What kind of sound-transmitting instrument is this? It can actually amplify an ordinary person's voice so loudly.
Looking at the whole of Tubo, there are no such loud magic weapons.
Not only could Padro hear it clearly, but also believers who were half a mile away could hear it.
The believers who were worshiping Jeb were even more shocked by the sudden sound, and some even couldn't help but raise their heads.
Because not only the volume of Xu Hong's voice is scary, but its content is also terrifying and even makes it difficult to fall asleep.
Xu Hong said: "Pazhuo, don't you want to know the reason why these lamas were arrested? Now I will tell you that there are 167 human skins and 212 skulls here. There are only one hundred and four lamas in the entire Nanzhao Temple. In other words, each lama has at least two lives in his hands."
Hearing this, Pa Zhuo suddenly broke out in cold sweat.
It's not a hot day now, it's early winter.
It's not that his family has never killed slaves, but it was mainly intimidation, with the purpose of making slaves obedient.
On the contrary, every lama in Nanzhao Temple actually has more than two human lives in his hands. This number is so terrifying.
Hearing Xu Hong's words, almost all the lamas could not help but lower their heads.
But Jeb did not want to be refuted by Xu Hong so much. He shouted with all his strength: "They are all guilty of serious sins. Lao Ne is helping them eliminate their sins so that they can be liberated as soon as possible and reincarnate as human beings as soon as possible."
Although Jeb's voice is loud, his personal voice is too quiet. After all, this is a highway with thousands of believers.
"They all have serious sins. Lao Ne is helping them eliminate their sins so that they can be liberated as soon as possible and reincarnate as human beings as soon as possible." He just finished speaking, and the master of the temple also repeated Jebu's statement.
Although the master spoke loudly as much as possible, the total number was not very large. After all, there were only four or five masters in the entire Nanzhao Temple.
Their voices can affect hundreds of people around them, but there are thousands more here.
The monk Zhike understood immediately and immediately came to the other lamas and shouted loudly: "Speak to the master, follow the master, or we will all be killed."
These lamas didn't understand at first, but they understood after hearing these words.
"They are all guilty of serious sins. Lao Ne is helping them eliminate their sins so that they can be liberated as soon as possible and reincarnate as human beings as soon as possible." These lamas responded immediately and all copied the master's original words.
There are one hundred and four lamas here, and their shouts are really powerful. Thousands of believers can all hear them clearly.
However, their words made all the believers speechless. Many of these lamas were junior lamas of the Juem level.
In the entire Nanzhao Temple, more than 30% of the lamas are over 40, 50% are over 30, 30% are under 20, and even 10% are under 15 years old.
Listening to these little lamas, who are under twenty or even fifteen, speaking in a naive manner, the original serious talk suddenly makes people feel ridiculous.
But these little lamas didn't feel it yet and continued to repeat Jebu's words again and again.
These believers were originally bowing down and worshiping, but when they heard that the young lama also called himself Lao Ne, they all couldn't help but raise their heads and stared in stunned silence as they repeated Jebu's words with their mouths wide open.
Seeing the stunned expressions of the believers, the master and Jebu didn't understand at first.
But they were all very shrewd, and they immediately understood the full meaning of the believer's expression.
But they couldn't stop it. If they stopped it, it would make it even more ridiculous, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue reading.
Anyway, these young lamas are also Jebu's disciples, so they can be regarded as Jebu's mouthpieces.
Hearing all the lamas of Nanzhao Temple repeating Jebu's words, these believers found it incredible at first, but then they realized that most of these lamas were Jebu's disciples.
The disciple is the heir to the master's legacy, so there is no harm in repeating the master's words.
Jeb couldn't help but feel proud when he saw the expressions on the believers' faces.
He is indeed the Rinpoche in the mouth of believers, he is the incarnation of wisdom with strength and wisdom.
Although these believers were briefly confused, they were soon immersed in Rinpoche's boundless light.
Thinking of this, he continued to repeat his original words, sneering in his heart.
Jeb read, feeling proud of himself.
Although your security team has fifty soldiers and horses, Lao Ne has thousands of devout believers. How can you deal with Lao Ne?
Xu Hong was also observing these lamas and believers, taking the whole scene into consideration.
Although Jeb didn't show his expression very clearly, Xu Hong's eyes were sharp and he could already see his proud expression from the corners of his mouth and eyes.
Thinking of this, Xu Hong couldn't help but smile coldly.
He raised the tin microphone so that the people present could hear every word clearly.
Xu Hong said this: "No one knows whether these people had sins in their previous lives, because no one has seen them. But those present have definitely seen your sins. There are boxes after boxes of human skins, boxes after boxes. The skulls and human bones in the box are your sins. You have indeed committed a lot of sins in your life, because you owe more than two hundred lives, and you should be sent to the eighteenth level of hell, where you will never be able to stand up again."
In Buddhism, the most serious sin is to be cast into the eighteenth level of hell.
And Xu Hong said that he should be sent to the eighteenth level of hell, so he is not an enlightened monk, let alone the Rinpoche in the mouth of believers, but an extremely vicious beast in disguise.
He spoke in a very tragic and solemn voice, as if he was helping these skinned people to redress, cry out and accuse.
In fact, these lives are not necessarily owed by him, many of them are even owed by previous khenpos.
But it’s hard to say how wronged Jebu was. After all, he was a disciple or a subsequent disciple of the previous Khenpo.
Since he is a disciple of the former Khenpo, the sins owed by the previous Khenpo will naturally be borne by his disciple or his subsequent disciples.
Thinking of this, many believers stopped worshiping and looked up at him to see how he would answer.
Of course, Jeb was not willing to lose. He shouted loudly: "They are not people, they are beasts. They are just beasts that can talk. Since they are beasts, it is normal to be killed and skinned."
He said this, and other teachers and lamas also repeated it.
Jeb repeated while looking at Xu Hong proudly.
After all, in Tubo, slaves were just beasts, even worse than yaks. They were just beasts that could talk.
After hearing this, these believers looked at each other and felt a little incredible at first, but then they nodded.
After the communication, these believers fell to the ground and worshiped Jeb.
Jeb looked at Xu Hong with squinting eyes while accepting the worship of thousands of believers.
No matter how powerful a Han you is, this is Tubo after all, not the Song Dynasty.
The tactics of the Song Dynasty simply don’t make sense here in Tubo.
Thinking of this, he became even more proud, and the sneer on his face became more and more obvious.
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