Sanji Yesi looked at Jiangbai Gyatso, making Jiangbai Gyatso a little embarrassed.
Sanji Yesi sighed and finally said.
"First, Jeb killed many Han people, making the Han people hate him." Sangji Yesi said the first reason.
Hearing this, Jiangbai Gyatso nodded: "Indeed, Jebu killed about two hundred Han people. As a Han people, the little saint will definitely not forgive him."
"Secondly, he is different from what he looks like and destroys his image." Sangji Yesi went on to say the second reason.
Jiangbai Gyatso thought for a while and nodded: "Jeb asked the slaves to sacrifice their lives for justice, but he couldn't do it. Even the believers saw this."
"Thirdly, several masters did not want him to continue to be a khenpo." Sanji Yesi looked at the several masters with a sneer.
Jiangbai Gyatso scratched his head, confused: "The master doesn't want him to become a khenpo, why is this? Aren't they monks?"
"A monk?" Sangye Yeshi nodded, still with a sneer on his face, "A monk, don't monks want to be a Khenpo or a Rinpoche?"
Jiangbai Gyatso still didn't understand, and asked with an obviously puzzled expression: "But they are all gurus."
"Master, they are indeed masters." Sangye Yeshi nodded, and then immediately changed the subject, "Masters are only one step away from Khenbu. They want to become Khenbu more than other lamas."
"It seems that I was wrong," Jiangbai Gyatso suddenly realized and couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. "I originally thought that they jumped out of the Three Realms and were not in the Five Elements. I didn't expect that they would also be unable to escape fame and fortune."
"I used to think that they were outsiders," Sanji Yesi nodded first, then thought about it and let out a heavy sigh, "but through today's Han people, I understand that the so-called outsiders also have their own desires. .”
"So you only understand now?" Jiangbai Gyatso glanced at Xiong Hu, Zhao Xiaodong and Xu Hong, and then returned to Sangji Yesi.
He originally thought that he had already seen it, and was shocked. He did not expect that Sanji Yesi would only understand it now.
Thinking of this, Jiangbai Gyatso felt much more balanced.
Sangye Yeshi looked at Xu Hong deeply and smiled bitterly: "If it weren't for Mr. Xu, I would have thought that Jebu was an eminent monk, a highly respected Khenpo, and a Rinpoche who could only look up to. But this What the Han military master named Xu said today made me understand his true colors. In fact, apart from being proficient in Buddhist scriptures, he is not much better than an ordinary person."
"When I heard your words, I felt empty in my heart. When I saw Jebu Rinpoche before, I couldn't help but worship him. I remember when I was fifteen years old, Jebu stroked my head, and I gave him all the ten coins I had on me. Donated it to him." At this point, Jiangbai Gyatso looked at Jebu and couldn't help but lower his head, "But I didn't expect that Jebu turned out to be a liar."
After Jiangbai Gyatso finished speaking, he saw a small stone on the ground, bent down, picked it up, and threw it to an empty place where no one was.
It wasn't until he landed with a thud that Jiangbai Gyatso turned his head back.
Sanji Yesi didn't know why Jiangbai Gyatso did this, and looked at him, obviously full of doubts.
He patted the soil in his hands and sighed heavily: "I used to have faith, but now I have no faith. I feel that life doesn't have much meaning."
"That makes sense. It turns out that every time I see Jebu preaching, I feel that I am one step closer to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas." Sanji Yesi kicked a stone hard at his feet and kicked it far away, looking at it with his eyes. He it until it disappears.
After throwing it away, Sanji Yesi smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be a fake."
Jiangbai Gyatso didn't look away, watching the stones disappear.
Seeing the stone disappear, Jiangbai Gyatso felt that his soul flew out of the stone's chest.
Jiangbai Gyatso felt that his soul was like a stone, flying far away, leaving only a walking corpse.
Sanji Yesi turned his head back at this time and spat hard: "I didn't expect that Jeb turned out to be a liar. My heart was so blocked."
"What's wrong with you? You've become like this?" Sanji Yesi asked dumbly when he saw Jiangbai Gyatso's dull eyes.
After speaking, Sanji Yesi shook his hand a few times in front of Jiangbai Gyatso's eyes and found that Jiangbai Gyatso still did not blink.
He was shocked, came to Jiangbai Gyatso, and shook his body desperately.
Although Jiangbai Gyatso's body was shaking, his eyes were still dull.
Sangji Yesi felt as if he had hit a ghost and his face turned pale.
He was shaking and yelling.
After a while, Jiangbai Gyatso murmured in a sleepwalking voice: "I feel like my soul flies away with your stone, leaving only a walking corpse."
"You are like this, so why am I not like this? I feel in a daze and have no strength in my body." Sanji Yesi patted Jiangbai Gyatso's shoulder and nodded.
Jiangbai Gyatso looked at Sangji Yesi with dull eyes, still sounding like a sleepwalker: "Sangji Yesi, now I seem to have lost my soul, what should I do?"
"What should I do? I'm also in a trance." Sanji Yesi pinched his arm hard and tried to wake himself up.
Sanji Yesi couldn't help but look around, but he saw that most of them were looking at the believers and lamas who kept worshiping the little saint.
Sanji Yeshi thought for a while, pointed at the lamas and believers, and said to Jiangbai Gyatso: "Don't they worship the little saint? Why can't we do the same?"
"We worship the little saint? Didn't you say that the little saint is Han?" Jiangbai Gyatso shook his head blankly and looked at Sanji Yesi with dull eyes.
Sangyi Yeshi thought for a while and shook his head: "Did they say that he was not a little saint, but Manjushri Bodhisattva?"
"Manjushri Bodhisattva? Manjushri Bodhisattva?" Jiangbai Gyatso asked in confusion, "But it is possible that Manjushri Bodhisattva is Han Chinese?"
Sanji Yesi shook his head, tried to say that he had thought about it, and then said: "Manjushri Bodhisattva has eight sides. Maybe one side of him is Han, one side is Tubo, and one side is Tianzhu."
"Sangji Yesi, what you said makes sense. Then let's go forward and worship the little saint." Jiangbai Gyatso felt a little more awake and was able to say the name of Sanji Yesi.
The two came to Xiong Hu and bowed to the small saint statue in his hand while shouting: "Manjushri Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva."
Zhao Xiaodong couldn't help but be stunned when he saw these two rebellious nobles leading their subordinates to worship the little saint.
He looked at Xiong Hu and opened his mouth to ask for an explanation.
Xiong Hu shook his head and winked at Zhao Xiaodong.
Zhao Xiaodong felt that he was full of questions, but he couldn't raise them on the spot. It was really uncomfortable to hold them in his heart.
"Have you noticed that after worshiping Manjushri Bodhisattva, I feel that my energy and energy are back?" After Jiangbai Gyatso worshiped the statue of the little saint, he quietly said to Sanji Yesi, "I feel like I have returned to the past. "
"Exactly, if there is no faith in life, it is equivalent to having no soul, just like a walking corpse." Sanji Yesi nodded, feeling the same.
"Faith is like a light in the dark night, which makes us no longer confused and makes life full of hope." Jiangbai Gyatso nodded with a happy face.
Xiong Hu looked at the sky and the sun had already set. He looked around and saw that the sun had already set and it was getting late.
"It's getting late, things are almost done here, it's time to go back to the Supervisor's Mansion." He said to Zhao Xiaodong.
Zhao Xiaodong nodded, looked at Jebu and Gayang, frowned and asked, "What about the two murderers Jebu and Gayang?"
"Aren't there soldiers and horses in Kuodi? Then escort these two murderers." Xiong Hu looked at Kuodi and said calmly.
Kuo Di looked at the two people who were still facing Sanji Yesi and Jiangbai Gyatso, and found that they were wholeheartedly worshiping the statue of the little saint Ding.
He sighed inwardly, this Jebu and Gayang were indeed liars, murderers and beasts, and no one liked him.
Thinking of this, he puffed up his chest, bowed and shouted loudly: "As commanded."
After saying that, he motioned to his men to escort Jebu and Gayang.
Jeb struggled a few times, but still couldn't get out.
"No need for escort, Lao Ne will go by himself." He finally said decisively.
Jebu couldn't help but look at Xiong Hu, and Xiong Hu nodded.
Xiong Hu's idea was very simple, he just wanted to see Kuo Di's attitude.
Even if he is not escorted, as an old man in his sixties, Jeb can run anywhere.
Jeb was walking, turning the prayer wheel, and reciting the six-character mantra.
Although other lamas recited the six-syllable mantra, Jebu was different.
While reciting the six-character mantra, they surrounded the statue of the little saint and looked at the statue of the little saint. Their eyes seemed not to leave the statue of the little saint.
Xiong Hu and Zhao Xiaodong looked at each other, smiled, and nodded.
These lamas are indeed pious enough. When they start to believe, they are absolutely determined.
Watching the statue of the little saint go away, Jiangbai Gyatso felt empty in his heart.
He patted his head and said in realization, "Oops."
"What's so bad?" Sanji Yesi asked in confusion, looking at Jiangbai Gyatso.
Jiangbai Gyatso beat his chest and said: "I forgot to ask for the statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva."
"Do you want a statue of a little saint?" Sanji Yesi stared at Jiangbai Gyatso with an indifferent expression.
Jiangbai Gyatso looked at Sanji Yesi with an anxious look on his face: "You are not anxious, I am. I can't wait to put it in my sutra hall and worship it every day."
"Of course I want it, but it's a pity that the other party may not give it to me." Sanji Yesi nodded first, then shook his head and sighed.
Jiangbai Gyatso looked at the other person and shook his head for a while, and nodded for a while, with a confused look on his face.
He looked at Sanji Yesi and asked in confusion: "Didn't we already get the land? We are also middle-class nobles. Why didn't Master Xiong give it to us?"
"There is a difference between closeness and distance, there is a difference between closeness and distance, there is a difference between closeness and distance." Sanji Yesi said three differences between closeness and distance in a row, shook his head and sighed heavily.
Jiangbai Gyatso looked confused: "What's the difference between closeness and distance?"
"Didn't you hear? Kodi's brother-in-law is an officer in the security regiment. Of course the security regiment treats him differently." Sanji Yesi felt that Jiangbai Gyatso was looking for an idiot and looked at him with contempt.
Jiangbai Gyatso scratched his head in embarrassment and suddenly realized: "This guy is really smart. He actually gave his sister to an officer of the security regiment. Can we do this?"
"I'm afraid not." Sanji Yesi thought for a moment and shook his head, his eyes becoming confused again.
Jiangbai Gyatso was taken aback, frowned and asked: "It's OK to conquer the land, why can't we?"
"I heard that Kodi was originally a slave in the family, but later she became a adopted sister." Sanji Yesi shook his head and sighed heavily.
Jiangbai Gyatso was even more surprised, and his voice rose unknowingly: "Slaves can do it, why can't real noble women do it?"
"Although that woman is a slave, she is Han." Sanji Yesi shook his head and sighed heavily.
Jiangbai Gyatso suddenly turned into a bitter-faced person, and asked with some dejection: "Could it be that the security team would rather like a Han slave than a Tibetan noble lady?"
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