"Of course it's true." Jianba thought for a while and finally answered firmly.
There was doubt in Wei Se's eyes: "Jiangba, how can you believe this?"
"Of course I believe it, because the weapons of the security regiment were made by Zhaojiazhuang himself. The weapons of the security regiment are invincible in the world. They not only defeated the troops of the Prime Minister You, but also the troops of the Hu people." Qiangba nodded, " I saw them defeat Prime Minister Right’s troops with my own eyes.”
"I also believe in defeating the right prime minister's troops." Weise looked at the dejected Tibetan cavalry behind the lama, "In addition to making these, is there anything else worthy of praise in Zhaojiazhuang?|"
"I heard that only nobles can afford the things made in Zhaojiazhuang." At this point, Qiangba lowered his head in sadness, "We are Chaba, how can we see these."
Wei Se still found it difficult to understand: "The weapons made by Zhaojiazhuang are indeed powerful, but what does this have to do with us living a good life in this life?"
"Of course it does matter. We can enter the Zhaojiazhuang workshop and get about three guans of salary every month." Qiangba couldn't help but say it when he remembered Xiong Hu's promise to him.
Wei Se thought for a while, but still felt a little confused: "How much is the money for Sanguan?"
"The price of a yak is about five guan." After all, they were Qiangba, and they had no idea about money in the Song Dynasty. Qiangba had no choice but to explain to the yak.
It turns out that the benefits of believing in little saints are not only visible, but the benefits are also so high.
Wei Se couldn't help but be overjoyed after hearing this. He came to Xu Hong and bowed: "The little man is willing to believe in the little saint and hopes to join the Zhaojiazhuang Workshop."
"Do you think Jeb is a liar, a devil, a beast, or a Rinpoche?" Xu Hong asked him to answer this question without comment.
Wei Se did not expect that he still did not bypass this level.
It seems that a choice must be made between Lamaism and lesser saints.
The lama teaches you happiness in the next life, but the little sage gives you happiness in this life.
He rolled his eyes several times and finally made up his mind.
Wei Se loudly said to the sound transmitting instrument: "Jeb is not a Khenpo or a Rinpoche at all. He is just a demon, a beast, and a liar. He should go back to his eighteenth level of hell."
Weise is indeed Weise. Once you make up your mind, you will stick to it until the end.
"Well done. Weise, after you come to see the little saint, you can enter the Zhaojiazhuang workshop." Seeing that Weise broke with Lamaism, Xu Hong took out a statue of Zhao Ping.
Although Wei Se promised to believe in the little saint, he didn't know what the little saint looked like.
What if the little saint looks like a demon? Doesn't he also have to pay homage to the demon?
Wei Se looked at the statue of the little saint. When he saw that Zhao Ping's statue looked like a boy throwing away money, he couldn't help being surprised: "The little saint is so young?"
In his opinion, the little saint was so powerful that he should be an adult like the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the temple. He never expected that he was actually a boy.
This one is too small, about the same age as his youngest son.
You know, his youngest son dug a bird's nest in the tree yesterday and proudly showed off his achievement.
"Although the little saint is young, he has been taught by the gods. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius." Xu Hong said, thinking happily.
Although Buddhism and Taoism both took root in the Song Dynasty, there were obvious conflicts between the two.
There are only so many believers in total. Generally speaking, if you believe in Buddhism, you will not believe in Taoism.
On the contrary, if you believe in Taoism, you will naturally not believe in Buddhism.
In order to overpower Taoism, Buddhism rigidly stipulates that the status of Buddha and Bodhisattva is higher than that of gods.
Xu Hong said this, you want to use Buddhism to overwhelm Taoism, but you didn't expect to be overthrown by a little saint from Taoism.
Wei Se thought about it and realized that it could only be accepted if it was taught by a god.
Thinking of this, he was convinced, came to the little saint, knelt down respectfully, and prostrated himself to the ground to worship.
No one forced him, it was entirely of his own free will.
Xu Hong's sound-transmitting instrument was clearly transmitted to the believers and lamas present during the conversation between the two.
Seeing that their followers had changed their families and become followers of the little saint, all the lamas bowed their heads in sadness.
Although they were still chanting the six-character mantra of Om, Mah, Ne, Ba, Mi, and Hum, their tone of voice had unknowingly become softer.
Some lamas thought that it was still early, after all, there were only a few.
After all, Lamaism has taken root in Tubo for hundreds of years, and it is not comparable to the emergence of a little saint.
Some believers were hesitant when they saw what was happening in front of them.
After getting rid of the believer Wei Se, Xu Hong gained confidence in himself.
Behind Wei Se is Zhujie, but Zhujie is different from Wei Se.
Zhujie believed in Jeb very much. Just now, he even questioned Xu Yang loudly because of Jeb.
But Xu Hong can't bypass Zhujie, bypassing Zhujie means his own failure.
Relative to Weise, it was a small test, but Zhujie was a big test to Xu Hong.
He came to Jebu and asked directly: "Do you think Jebu is a liar, a devil, a beast, or a Rinpoche?"
"Jeb?" Zhujie glanced at Xu Hong with a complicated expression, and also glanced at Jebu who was still chanting sutras.
Although Jeb's lion's roar has been broken by Xu Hong, he can still recite the six-character mantra of Om, Mah, Ne, Ba, Mi, and Hum.
He recited the six-syllable mantra, and the lamas also recited the six-syllable mantra.
These lamas were extremely contradictory. On the one hand, they looked down on Jebu, but on the other hand, they had to rely on Jebu.
Jeb just performed the Lion's Roar Kung Fu, and there were still some believers worshiping him, which showed that his influence was still there.
Just now Jeb performed the Lion Roar Kung Fu, and Jeb also paid homage to him.
But what he didn't expect was that when Jeb asked people to worship the Lion's Roar Kung Fu, it was actually broken by this Han man.
Thinking of this, he felt a little resentful towards Xu Hong. If he hadn't destroyed Jebu's lion's roar, he would have continued to be immersed in the six-character Buddhist mantra.
Seeing Zhujie's resentful expression, Xu Hong smiled faintly: "If you still believe that Jeb will give you happiness in the next life, then you should follow Jeb; if you still want happiness in this life, then believe in the little saint. .Of course I won’t force this.”
"You really don't force yourself?" Hearing this, Zhujie couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Master Jun, let me think about it."
Jeb's mood was extremely complicated. On the one hand, Jeb told his fortune that he might be happy in this life; on the other hand, he donated a lot of money to the temple and felt a little unwilling.
"Of course you can think about it, but you only have one chance. If you believe in the little saint today, the little saint can make you happy in this life." Xu Hong directly broke his fantasy, "If you choose Jeb, then this opportunity will not be available in the future."
Xu Hong would never allow such half-heartedness to enter the Zhaojiazhuang workshop. It would be an insult to the Zhaojiazhuang workshop.
"You only have one chance?" Zhujie couldn't help but be stunned, but he was still a little hesitant, "Master Jun, let me think about it, okay?"
"Awo, what are you still thinking about? Just choose the little saint." Zhujie was still hesitating when his wife rushed over and said loudly to the sound transmitting instrument.
Zhujie's face turned red. Unexpectedly, his wife stopped him from getting off the stage.
Fortunately, his face was already dark, so it was hard to tell for a while.
Xu Hong felt funny, but he had to keep a serious look at this time.
Although Zhujie was still hesitant, his wife could no longer hold back.
He was extremely serious and asked seriously: "Zhujie, which one do you want? Have you decided?"
"Master Jun, I have something to ask you. If I believe in the little saint, where will my son study?" He bowed and asked Xu Hong.
It turned out that this person was worried that his son would not have a place to study. It seemed that Zhujie was not stupid, and was extremely smart.
"Wanting to study is not a problem at all." Xu Hong nodded, with a smile on his face, "As long as you believe in the little saint, not only can you and your wife enter Zhaojiazhuang to work, but your son can also study for free. Remember, this Reading is free, and there is a free lunch at noon.”
Zhujie couldn't believe his ears and looked at Xu Hong dumbfounded: "Master Jun, are you really free to study and have free lunch?"
You know, if Zhujie lets his son study, he will almost go bankrupt.
He thought that the same was true for the security team's studies, but he never expected that not only were they studying for free, but they were also provided with free lunches.
"Of course, the little saint knows that it is not easy for you to study," Xu Hong said with a pitiful tone, looking up to the sky, "In order to let people in the world study, the little saint will not hesitate to spend more than half of his family property to support you who are studying."
Hearing this, Zhujie had to believe it.
He just let one of his sons study, and he almost went bankrupt.
What is the goal of the Little Saint? It is to enable people all over the world to read.
What is great mercy and compassion? This is great mercy and compassion.
What is having the world in mind? This is having the world in mind.
What is compassion for heaven and humanity? This is compassion for heaven and humanity.
The little saint has done this, and he is completely selfless and a bodhisattva who tolerates the world.
This time Zhujie was truly moved. Without any hesitation, he respectfully came to the statue of the little saint.
He pulled Tsomu and bowed to the statue of the little saint: "Little saint, I will always believe in the little saint. If there is any violation, the sky will strike with thunder and I will never be reincarnated."
Zhujie's conversation with Xu Hong was transmitted to the ears of other believers through the sound transmitting instrument.
The believers and lamas heard clearly. Zhujie initially refused, then hesitated, and finally believed in it completely.
Although the lama was still reciting the six-character mantra, his voice seemed not as loud as before.
Xu Hong took down Zhujie, an opponent of the little saint, and completely tore the rift from the believers.
Later, he encountered some believers who raised questions, but they were all minor problems and almost all were solved easily.
He came forward to ask questions one by one, and almost all of them took refuge in the little saint, forming an overwhelming momentum.
Qiangjiu and Cuosuo were both minor nobles. Seeing all this, they couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Both of them have read books, know historical anecdotes, and have some insights.
Qiangjiu thought for a long time and said to Cuoso: "No matter how good the little saint is, he is Han after all. What do you think?"
"Han, the little saint is indeed Han. But Princess Wencheng, isn't she Han?" Cuosuo nodded and asked suddenly.
Qiangjiu shook his head: "It's not different. Princess Wencheng is a Han who married Zanpu."
"Princess Wencheng did marry Zanpu. Have you forgotten another thing?" Cuoso felt conflicted, but still asked.
Qiangjiu felt a little confused: "What did you forget? I don't understand what you mean."
"Buddhism, Buddhism was brought by Princess Wencheng, and there was a Buddha statue at that time. It was because of Princess Wencheng that she had the etiquette of bringing a Buddha statue, so that now it has become a custom for us married women in Tubo to also ask for a Buddha statue." Cuoso said. He said while deep in thought.
Qiangjiu sighed: "But this time is different from before. In the past, Han people married their daughters. This time, Han people will most likely become Buddhas or Bodhisattvas, who will be worshiped by the Tubo people for generations."
"Don't the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Vajra and the like come from other places? One is from the Han people, the other is from Tianzhu, and neither of them is from Tubo." Cuosuo continued to ask.
Qiangjiu still shook his head: "Although Buddhism was introduced from other places, it has a history of hundreds of years. The little saint is a Han Chinese and has just begun."
"Buddhism's entry into Tubo from other places was not smooth sailing. Of course, it will not be smooth sailing for a little saint to become the second best in Buddhism." Cuoso nodded and agreed with Qiangjiu's statement.
"It seems that you like the little saint and want to believe in the little saint?" Qiangjiu felt a little uncomfortable and asked tentatively.
"We are not Chaba, and we are not as eager for a good life as they are. The little saint has not given me anything to believe in yet." Cuoso shook his head, "As for me, I don't have this idea at the moment."
"Although you don't have this idea at the moment, will you have such an idea in the future?" Qiangjiu asked.
After saying that, Qiangjiu turned the prayer wheel in his hand while looking at Cuosuo with a complicated expression.
Seeing Qiangjiu's gaze, Cuosuo fell into deep thought.
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