This is not only a test for the territory, but also a test for Xiong Hu and the security team.
Jiangbai Gyatso and Sanji Yixi, two middle nobles, were also watching the outside closely.
They are extremely conflicted about the security team.
On the one hand, they are hostile to the security group, and on the other hand, they want to see how the security group treats them, middle-class nobles.
Not only did the security group make them hostile, not only did the security group seem to want to unify Tibet, but they were also Han Chinese.
If Tubo people like Songgan Zanbu unified Tibet, they would still be able to accept it.
Of course, it would be better for Tubo not to have a hero like Songgan Zanbu. After all, they are used to being emperors.
Although Tubo also has Zampu, he is just a puppet. In fact, the nobles of all sizes are all Tubo emperors.
The two were not only dissatisfied with the security team, but also with the territory.
Now Kuo Di is not only a middle-class noble, but his strength is even higher than the two of them.
The two of them were dissatisfied with Kuo De, and in fact Kuo De was also feeling uncomfortable now.
Although he had just switched to worshiping minor saints, he had not yet completely converted to Lamaism.
However, Xiong Hu gave him an order to take these lamas away.
Although the lamas of Nanzhao Temple and Xizhao Temple have been captured by the security team, the Lamaism in other places is still there.
If you let these past believers escort these lamas, how will the entire Tibetan people view them?
Kuo Di's eyes turned sharply and he kept thinking about countermeasures.
Kuo Di is uncomfortable, but some people are even more uncomfortable than Kuo Di.
Hearing that Tibetan soldiers and horses were coming to escort him, all these lamas felt as if they were mourning for their heirs.
It was barely acceptable for the security team to escort the lama. After all, they were Han Chinese.
But the nature of the lama escorted by Kodi is different. He is not only a Tibetan, but also a middle-class noble, and a loyal follower of the lama.
In fact, this not only made the Tibetan people and nobles consider it, but also made the lamas anxious.
First Chaba abandoned them, then the small nobles abandoned them, and the middle nobles also abandoned them.
What frightens them even more is that not only are the believers abandoning them now, but the former believers are also escorting them.
You know, they used to be so arrogant that some believers even worshiped them when they saw them.
Now it's reversed. They are not only prisoners, but also escorted by former believers. What a great irony.
If the security team escorted them just to make them lose face, now the believers escorting them is a complete loss of face.
Thinking of this, some lamas felt like dying.
Not only lamas are like this, but even teachers are not much better.
Although it is winter now, they all have cold sweat on their foreheads.
These lamas have been completely disappointed with Khenpo and have basically abandoned him.
Now almost all lamas have seen that Jebu is extremely hypocritical.
The Han people have said that some people are giants in language and dwarfs in action. This is the case.
No, they believe that the tall image Jebu portrays himself as Rinpoche is actually an out-and-out liar, beast, and murderer.
Since the khenpo was no longer useful, they had to turn their attention to several gurus.
If the khenpo is equivalent to the abbot, the guru is equivalent to the elder, and their status is only below the khenpo.
Some lamas quietly asked their guru if he could think of something.
Tuden Gongga, who was around fifty years old, was a guru, and his eyes kept moving.
He had long lost his previous composure and calmness, and stared at the security team.
If you are careful, you will find that he is not staring at the security team, but at the things in the hands of the security team.
Tudan Gongga suddenly walked towards the security team, his eyes were dull and there was no movement at all.
Zhu Jiang is the captain of a security group. He is holding a statue of a small saint in his hand and is being worshiped by a believer.
Zhu Jiang was frightened when he saw Tudan Gongga's gaze. He didn't know what Tudan Gongga was going to do.
A security guard wanted to stop him, but considering that this man was a master and that he had no weapons, he ignored him.
Seeing him stumbling every step of the way, Zhu Jiang was frightened. What was this guru going to do?
The guru suddenly made a loud bang and prostrated himself in front of him, worshiping him.
Zhu Jiang was stunned and at a loss. He didn't know what Tudan Gongga was going to do.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva." Tudan Gongga said in a deep voice while bowing to Zhu Jiang.
Zhu Jiang suddenly blushed, and immediately stepped out of the way, shouting loudly: "I am not your Manjushri Bodhisattva."
But Tudan Gongga didn't seem to notice, and continued to worship Manjushri while chanting.
Seeing that this master was still worshiping him, Zhu Jiang calmed down.
At this time, he finally discovered that it was not him who was worshiping Tudan Gongga, but the little saint statue in his hand.
Not only did he prostrate himself in worship, but he also knelt on the ground and did not get up at all. He kept chanting.
Zhu Jiang and his men's minds suddenly went blank. They didn't know why Tudan Gongga was called that.
This was obviously a statue of a small saint, but it soon became the Manjushri Bodhisattva in the eyes of Lamaism.
They have not seen Manjushri Bodhisattva before, and there is a big difference between it and the statue of the little saint.
Everyone can see at a glance that there is a complete difference between the little saint and Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Hearing Tudan Gongga keep chanting, could it be that the little saint statue in his hand turned into Manjushri Bodhisattva?
Thinking of this, Zhu Jiang couldn't help but look carefully at the statue in his hand.
The strange thing is that this statue is still a small saint, not Manjushri at all.
Although the eyes see the statue of a small saint, the ears hear it is Manjushri Bodhisattva.
If we say that reciting Manjushri Bodhisattva is a blind person, this person is not blind.
Not only is this person not blind, but he is also the master Tudan Gongga of the famous Nanzhao Temple in Tibet who is reciting it.
Could it be that his eyes were blurry? Zhu Jiang couldn't help but rub his eyes.
Zhu Jiang rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. It was still a statue of a little saint.
But Tudan Gongga still said that this was Manjushri Bodhisattva, which made him doubtful for the first time.
Could this be a dream? He pinched himself hard.
The pain was so painful that I almost burst into tears.
If it is not a dream, why do you treat the little saint statue in your hand so religiously?
Seeing Tudan Gongga prostrating himself to the ground again, and hearing that he kept reciting Manjushri Bodhisattva, Zhu Jiang became even more confused.
Fortunately, Zhu Jiang's brother Zhu Xian was nearby.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look towards Zhu Xian.
He asked loudly: "Dalang, is the statue in my hand a small saint or Manjushri Bodhisattva?"
Hearing his brother's voice, Zhu Xian quickly turned his head and looked at the statue in his brother's hand.
He couldn't help but wonder why his younger brother still asked him if this was the statue of the Little Saint, even though he was holding a statue of the Little Saint.
"Erlang, you are holding the statue of the little saint Mingming in your hand." He answered loudly and hastily.
Zhu Jiang covered his ears and asked loudly: "Da Lang, I didn't hear what you said clearly."
There are too many people here, it can be described as a bustling crowd.
Zhu Xian had no choice but to raise his voice and repeat what he just said.
"Dalang, why does this lama say that the statue of the little saint is Manjushri Bodhisattva?" Zhu Jiang asked loudly while rubbing his forehead.
Hearing this, Zhu Xian felt puzzled. This statue was obviously a little saint. Why did Erlang raise this question?
But he soon discovered the reason. It turned out to be a guru from Nanzhao Temple.
Not only did he worship Zhu Jiang, he also said that the statue was Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Zhu Xian didn't think it was good, and was confused when he saw it.
This is obviously the statue of a little saint. Why does this master say that he is Manjushri Bodhisattva?
But what surprised Zhu Xian was yet to come. At this time, another master came to Zhu Xian.
The master came step by step to the statue of the little saint and suddenly knelt down with a bang.
Zhu Xian was shocked and didn't know what he was going to do.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva." The master kept chanting while bowing and worshiping.
Zhu Xian was even more stunned, feeling like he was falling into a cloud.
If he said that his brother's situation was accidental, but now it happened in front of him.
He couldn't help but look at the other soldiers of the security group. It was okay if he didn't look, but he was shocked when he saw them.
Several masters also came over, and like Tudan Gongga, they paid homage to the statue of their little saint and shouted loudly to Manjushri Bodhisattva.
What surprised him was what came next. First the guru, the master, then the lama, and even the novice novice came over.
They unexpectedly unanimously turned to the small statue of the saint in the hands of the security team, bowed and worshiped, and shouted Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Brothers Zhu Xian and Zhu Jiang looked at each other with astonishment on their faces. How could this man, who was obviously a little saint, become the Manjushri Bodhisattva in the mouths of these lamas?
Zhao Xiaodong naturally saw this and was horrified.
He was also stunned, looked at Xiong Hu and asked: "Zi Biao, what's going on?"
"Zi Qiang, things are getting serious." Xiong Hu smiled bitterly, thought about it, and said with a bitter smile.
Zhao Xiaodong felt even more baffled, and his heart felt like it was on fire: "Zi Biao, what's going on? What's causing such a big fuss again?"
"The lama has no followers, so of course things are getting serious." Xiong Hu shook his head and continued to smile bitterly.
Zhao Xiaodong was extremely anxious, but Xiong Hu only said half a sentence.
He felt like an emergency patient who just met a slow doctor.
Zhao Xiaodong wanted very much to hit Xiong Hu with his fist, but he pulled back his hand as soon as it was halfway out.
Not only was Xiong Hu one level higher than him, but only Xiong Hu could handle this matter.
The key thing is that he wants to hear what Xiong Hu thinks about this matter.
Zhao Xiaodong begged and said: "Zi Biao, don't leave half a sentence behind. You talk like this and it almost makes me hold back my problem."
"Zi Qiang, no way, you are so full of energy, how could you suppress something wrong?" Xiong Hu was lost in thought while looking at the situation on the court.
Zhao Xiaodong became even more anxious and raised his voice unknowingly: "Zi Biao, please, what is going on?"
"Zi Qiang, what's going on? Didn't you notice? The little saint has become the Manjushri Bodhisattva in the lama's heart." Xiong Hu had an uncertain expression on his face, which made Zhao Xiaodong even more confused.
Zhao Xiaodong nodded, frowned and asked: "Zi Biao, of course I know this. I wonder why they do this?"
"Zi Qiang, why did they do this? The reason is very simple. They have no believers anymore. These desperate lamas asked the little saint for followers." Xiong Hu stared at the crazy lamas and said this.
Zhao Xiaodong felt even more confused and looked at the lama who was worshiping the statue of the little saint.
He withdrew his gaze, looked at Xiong Hu and asked in confusion: "Zi Biao, they clearly worship the little saint, why do they call the little saint Manjusri Bodhisattva? How can they ask for followers from the little saint?"
"Zi Qiang, the reason is very simple, because they have no believers, and only the little saints have believers, so they ask the little saints for believers." Xiong Hu shook his head, with a wry smile and helplessness on his face.
Zhao Xiaodong found Xiong Hu's words even more difficult to understand: "Zi Biao, they call the little saint Manjushri Bodhisattva. What does it have to do with the little saint wanting followers?"
"Zi Qiang, they call the little saint Manjushri Bodhisattva, which is to say that the little saint is a Buddhist. These believers only believe in the little saint now. If they hear that the little saint is Manjushri Bodhisattva, wouldn't they also believe in Lamaism?" Xiong Hu thought for a while and finally gave a clear explanation.
Zhao Xiaodong shook his head and said completely puzzled: "But the little saint is obviously a disciple of the gods and a Taoist, so why did he become Manjushri Bodhisattva again?"
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