"Manjushri Bodhisattva has eight sides and its images are changeable." Xiong Hu smiled calmly.
"This is quite reasonable." Zhao Xiaodong thought for a while, nodded, and then asked: "But why do they say that the little saint is just Manjushri Bodhisattva?"
When he thought about it, why wasn't he a Buddha?
Buddha is superior to Bodhisattva, wouldn't it be better if Buddha?
Seeing Zhao Xiaodong's confused eyes, Xiong Hu naturally knew what he was thinking.
"Manjushri Bodhisattva is not only the first of the four great Bodhisattvas, but also has a heart of great kindness and compassion, and is also the embodiment of wisdom." Xiong Hu thought for a moment, "More importantly, Manjushri Bodhisattva has a very high status in Buddhism, equivalent to the Buddha, the Imperial Master or even The role of the father of all Buddhas. Others, including other Buddhas, cannot become Buddhas without the help of Manjushri Bodhisattva."
"I didn't expect that Manjushri Bodhisattva has such a high status. It seems to match the status of the little saint." Hearing this, Zhao Xiaodong smiled on his face, and then asked: "Then do we accept it?"
"Accept? Let me think about it." Xiong Hu fell into deep thought and said with some embarrassment, "Accepting this title means accepting these lamas."
"So the little saint said that with greater power comes greater responsibility." Zhao Xiaodong nodded, "They saw how powerful the little saint was, and they actually came to seek refuge with him."
Xiong Hu looked at the lama who was still worshiping him fervently, and frowned: "Things are not that simple. We not only have to provide protection, but also other things, including birth, old age, illness and death."
"It seems that these lamas, on the surface, are not in the world of mortals, but in fact they are very smart in their abacus and are smarter than the world." Zhao Xiaodong shook his head with some disdain.
Xiong Hu looked at these lamas who were worshiping the statue of the little saint on the ground, his face lost in thought.
He nodded and agreed with Zhao Xiaodong: "They used to hug the lap of the Buddha statue, but now they seem to be abandoned and have no choice but to hug the thigh of the little saint."
Xiong Hu and Zhao Xiaodong were surprised, but someone was more surprised than them.
This person is none other than Jiangbai Gyatso, Sangji Yesi and others.
They never expected that they were once asked to worship the masters, but now they would worship the statue of the little saint.
The two were stunned. Jiangbai Gyatso couldn't believe it: "Am I dreaming? This feels like a dream. Please pinch me."
"It's a dream, I hope it's a dream, but this turns out to be real." Sanji Yesi pinched someone, but he didn't pinch Jiangbai Gyatso, but pinched himself.
Jiangbai Gyatso beat his thighs hard and said, "How can these lamas do this? They are simply embarrassing Tubo."
"This can't all be blamed on the lama. They have no believers." Sanji Yesi thought for a while and said from another angle. He shook his head and sighed, "These believers went to the little saint. Without believers, no matter how much status the lama has No matter how high it is, it’s actually of no use at all.”
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva." Jiangbai Gyatso suddenly realized: "I finally understand. Is the lama now calling the little saint Manjushri Bodhisattva just to gain followers?"
"Is there any other reason for this? Didn't you see it? Have all these believers gone to the little saint?" Sanji Yesi had a sad expression on his face, lowering his head as he spoke.
Jiangbai Gyatso smiled bitterly, thinking, and asked blankly: "What happened that things have reached this point?"
"First of all, this is to blame the Han people. If the Han people had not come here, this kind of thing would not have happened. In fact, it is also the lama's own fault that the Han people took away his followers. Since Jebu is Rinpoche, why did he not The courage to build a magical weapon. Sacrifice one's life for righteousness, Jebu said it in a very fancy way, but in the end his words were inconsistent and disappointed the believers." Sanji Yesi thought for a while, and finally shook his head with a wry smile.
Jiangbai Gyatso thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Sanji Yesi's words.
He had some contempt for these bad guys, with a dismissive expression on his face.
Jiangbai Gyatso said in a tone of hatred: "If there were no Han people, how could these Chabas turn around and believe in the little saint? Have these Chabas forgotten that they are Tubo people and actually became believers of the Han people?"
"You can't blame these Chapas for this." Sanji Yesi thought for a while, shook his head, and sighed: "Little saints can give you happiness in this world, but lamas can only give you happiness in the next life. If it were you, will you come to this life or the next life? "
"In that case, we still blame the Han people for talking about happiness in this world." Jiangbai Gyatso said bitterly, "If there is no happiness from the Han people in this world, these Chaba are not followers of the Lama."
"There is nothing we can do now." Sanji Yesi thought for a moment, then looked at the believers who were worshiping the statue of the little saint in front of him, and his eyes suddenly flashed.
Jiangbai Gyatso couldn't help but be overjoyed, looked at Sangyi Yesi and asked: "What method is there, as long as it can crack the little saint."
"Are there thousands of believers? Let's go down and ask how he solved the happiness of these thousands of believers in this life?" Sanji Yesi said with a cruel sneer on his face.
While Jiangbai Gyatso looked at the believers who were still worshiping, he couldn't help frowning: "There are thousands of believers here, it's difficult to get there."
"This is simple, just drive them away." A cold smile appeared on Sanji Yesi's face.
Jiangbai Gyatso looked at the believers who were still worshiping, and couldn't believe it: "They are believers."
"If they believe in Lamaism, they are believers, but if they believe in little saints, they are already pagans." Sanji Yesi's eyes became colder and colder.
Jiangbai Gyatso still couldn't bear it, and said: "They used to believe in Lamaism, but just now they believe in little saints."
"Believing in little saints is a pagan. A pagan is a pagan." Sanji Yesi said with some annoyance.
Jiangbai Gyatso thought for a while, but he still couldn't bear it: "But they are not Han people, but Tubo people."
"Stop being such a mother-in-law," Sanji Yesi's war horse moved a little uneasily, "Besides, we are not killing people, we are just scaring these infidels."
"It's okay if you scare him." Jiangbai Gyatso finally agreed, immediately mounted his horse and ran towards the security group.
As soon as he ran away, the fifty men behind him did not dare to neglect and immediately followed him on horseback.
Sanji Yesi nodded, his face no longer a sneer, but a gentle smile.
He clamped the horse's belly, reined it in, and shouted loudly: "Drive."
After hearing the master's order, the fifty men immediately took action.
The two men had one hundred cavalry, and these one hundred horses started running, and their momentum should not be underestimated.
Not only did they cause snow to splash on the ground, but they also made a rumbling sound, making the ground tremble.
When I heard the rumbling sound coming from the ground, the first thing I felt was these believers and lamas, so they were worshiping on the ground.
The chariots were shocked, and some even trembled.
Seeing these noble cavalry galloping reminded them of their former bad habits.
The nobles had nothing to do and often went out hunting, just riding war horses.
Rabbits, foxes, blue sheep, white-lipped deer and other prey were driven around, even in Chaba's land.
If you think that it is prey that has accidentally wandered into Chaba land, you are absolutely wrong.
They specifically drove their prey toward Chaba's land, laughing while driving.
One Chaba burst into tears and begged them not to trample his crops.
Unexpectedly, these Tibetan cavalry not only trampled Chaba's crops, but also brandished their swords and rushed towards Chaba.
Seeing Chaba running away in fear, these cavalrymen were so happy that they laughed even more happily.
Recalling the past, the believers were shocked to see the Tibetan cavalry charging towards them again.
They got up from the ground one after another and fled in all directions. The scene was extremely chaotic.
The female believer screamed and even forgot to run.
Their family members rushed over and pulled them away.
Seeing the believers fleeing indiscriminately, the Tubo cavalry laughed loudly, looking down on the world.
Sangji Yesi let the cavalry drive away the believers, and sneered: "The believers have been scared away, what do I think you will do?"
When he said this, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"Bah, damn it." Jeb couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this, with a sneer on his face.
He hates the Han people, hates the security groups, and hates these believers even more.
Seeing these believers being driven away by the noble cavalry like a herd of sheep, he felt extremely happy.
Jeb even wanted to laugh out loud, suddenly thinking that he was Khenpo and Rinpoche.
He forced himself to hold back the smile on his face, almost causing internal injuries.
Jeb took a deep breath before speaking out the six-character mantra with difficulty.
The behavior of the Tibetan cavalry was naturally in the eyes of the security group.
"These nobles are too presumptuous, what should we do?" Zhao Xiaodong was furious and looked at Xiong Hu and asked.
Xiong Hu shook his head: "You underestimate Tubo too much. They are not being wanton, they are here to cause trouble."
"Since they are here to cause trouble, we can't let them go." Zhao Xiaodong looked at Xiong Hu and at the same time took out the crossbow in his hand.
After all, he is the deputy, and the decision-making power is still in Xiong Hu's hands, so he naturally waits for his order.
Xiong Hu immediately pulled out his hand-held crossbow and shouted: "Shoot the horse."
After saying that, he held the crossbow in his hand and fired at the Tibetan cavalry who rushed to the front.
The Tibetan cavalryman running in front laughed loudly and rode his horse without caring at all.
After all, Xiong Hu was at least three hundred steps away from him, and his horse was still running at high speed.
He had already seen that Xiong Hu was not aiming at all, he was just making a show.
Before his laughter could subside, the war horse started screaming.
The war horse was shot in the neck, and most of the crossbow arrows were lost.
The war horse couldn't bear this and fell directly to the ground.
Bang bang, the cavalryman was caught off guard and fell off his horse suddenly, in an extremely embarrassed state.
"Tao Dao rides the horse, tramples on human life, take it." Xiong Hu shouted loudly, directly accusing the other party.
If Xionghu was riding a horse, his accuracy would naturally be much worse.
Now that he was in the middle of the road, barely moving, his accuracy had naturally improved a lot.
The soldiers of the security regiment had long been dissatisfied with these extremely proud Tibetan cavalry. They couldn't help but be overjoyed when they heard this. Two soldiers who were not on horseback immediately stepped forward.
The Tubo cavalry was so angry that they immediately pulled out their spears and were about to stab the soldiers of the security regiment.
A security guard had a sneer on his face and raised the crossbow in his hand.
Seeing the hand-held crossbow in the hands of the security team, the Tibetan cavalry was stunned.
You know, his horse is very fast, and the distance between the two sides is as long as three hundred steps.
He never expected that he would be shot by the opponent in one fell swoop.
What does it mean? It means that the opponent's accuracy is very good.
Now he is less than ten steps away from the opponent, and the opponent can shoot him to death.
Shooting him to death did nothing to help him get justice.
Because he still has weapons in his hand, this is the best proof.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly threw down his spear, raised his hands, and shouted: "I surrender."
At this time, other Tubo cavalry ran over from behind.
Seeing that the security team was about to arrest their samurai, they couldn't help but become furious.
With the spears in their hands, they were about to kill the two security regiment soldiers under their horses.
The two security groups are not on horseback now, but the Tibetan warriors are on horseback.
In the eyes of the Tibetan warriors, they must have won.
These Tubo warriors waved their spears with ferocious smiles on their faces.
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