"Exactly." Sanji Yesi was also a little downcast.
Jiangbai Gyatso stared at Sangji Yesi and said without blinking: "Sangji Yesi, I know you have many methods, and you will definitely find one."
"How? The Han people have always regarded the Tubo people as foreign barbarians. How can we think of this?" Sangji Yesi said with a wry smile.
Jiangbai Gyatso's eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief.
He looked at Sanji Yesi and said loudly: "There is nothing you can do. Isn't the matter of worship just now solved?"
"Let me think about this, let me think about it." Sanji Yesi took off the water bag from the horse's back, took a deep sip, and squatted down to think.
Jiangbai Gyatso also took off the water bag, took a sip of water, squatted down, and looked at him closely.
Watching the masters of both sides squat down, the other Tubo cavalry also squatted down.
The war horses snorted and breathed out, and the atmosphere was extremely serious.
Sangji Yesi took a dead branch and scrawled on the ground.
As he wrote, he fell into thinking.
Suddenly, when he looked at the Tubo text he had written, he was overjoyed and his eyes lit up: "Yes, yes."
"Sangji Yesi, you are good, you are good." Jiangbai Gyatso looked at Sanji Yesi happily with excitement on his face, "What is the solution? Come on, come on, come on, I can't wait."
"There is a way, but it will cost a lot." Sanji Yesi thought for a while, and saw Jiangbai Gyatso's excited face and couldn't bear to discourage him, "It's getting late, let's talk while riding."
As the two mounted their horses, their cavalrymen breathed a sigh of relief.
If the two of them keep talking here, it's possible that they won't finish talking until dark.
Jiangbai Gyatso was walking on horseback while thinking about Sanji Yesi's words.
Regarding Sanji Yesi's words, Jiangbai Gyatso was very happy at this time and did not care about it for the moment.
The two horses were close together, obviously very affectionate.
Jiangbai Gyatso immediately replied: "Of course there is a price, I wonder what the price is?"
"Sending your family to the Han people to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting not only costs money, but also has no immediate effect." Sanji Yesi looked at him and said with a wry smile.
It turns out that this is the case. Jiangbai Gyatso nodded and sighed: "It is indeed the case. This is the only way the Han people like women who play music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
"Not only that, but we also have to do something." Sangji Yesi continued to smile bitterly.
Jiangbai Gyatso looked stunned and asked with a frown: "Aren't we learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Why are there still things?"
"Of course, Han people like women who take a bath, and Han people don't like butter tea and like women wearing Han clothes, etc." Sanji Yesi thought for a while and counted them one by one with his fingers.
Jiangbai Gyatso nodded and gritted his teeth: "This is the only way. Let my little lady at home learn the ways of the Han people from now on."
Sanji Yesi shook his head, sighed, and said lightly: "This is not enough."
"If you do this, my little lady has already been Chineseized, so why isn't it enough?" Jiangbai Gyatso's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears.
Sanji Yesi nodded, "What is a foreigner? It means that they do not accept Chineseization. Now that the young lady in the family has been Chineseized, the young man in the family, if he does not accept Chineseization, he will still be a foreigner."
After Sanji Yesi finished speaking, he smiled bitterly.
Hearing this, Jiangbai Gyatso hesitated and fell into deep thought.
"Sangji Yesi, if we continue this way, won't all our descendants become Han people in the future, and where will there be Tubo people?" Jiangbai Gyatso thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but say it.
Sanji Yesi also thought about it and shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. We can learn the culture of the Han people and the Tibetan writing at the same time. Wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?"
"Indeed, this is the only way at the moment." Jiangbai Gyatso pondered for a while and couldn't help but sigh.
Sanji Yesi thought for a while, shook his head, and reminded: "Not only must you learn Chinese, but you must also learn it well."
"Don't we have Tibetan literature?" Jiangbai Gyatso shook his head and said proudly, "Why should we make Chinese literature better?"
"Do you want to be an official?" Sangji Yesi did not answer his question, but asked instead.
Jiangbai Gyatso shook his head and sneered: "What kind of official is the official? In Tubo, whichever fist has the biggest fist will be the biggest official." "Where did the little saint come from?" Sangji Yesi still did not talk directly with him, but followed the instructions Speak with your own thoughts.
Sometimes they call Zhao Ping a little saint, and sometimes they call him Manjushri Bodhisattva.
This is related to the role of Zhao Ping, as the Han people call him the Little Saint and the Tibetan believers call him Manjushri.
Jiangbai Gyatso didn't know why Sangyi Yesi said this, so he had to answer according to Sangyi Yesi's thinking: "The little saint came from the Song Dynasty."
"Since the little saint came from the Song Dynasty, since he will not bring the things of the Song Dynasty?" Sanji Yesi said lightly while riding a horse and turning to look at Jiangbai Gyatso.
Jiangbai Gyatso shook his head and said three difficult words in a row: "Difficult, difficult, difficult."
"Tubo is like a piece of sand now. It's really difficult." Sanji Yesi nodded, but immediately changed the subject, "The difficulty is for others, but not for the little saint."
"You also know that Tubo is now in disarray, and it will take a long time to unify Tubo." Jiangbai Gyatso still did not agree with Sanji Yesi's words, and still shook his head.
Sanji Yesi looked at Qingtang City where the sun was setting and couldn't help but sigh.
"Look, the brightly colored Qingtang City looks even more beautiful under the setting sun." Sangyi Yesi did not still follow Jiangbai Gyatso's thinking, but continued to speak his own words.
There are many temples in Qingtang City. The colors of these temples are bright and dazzling under the sunset.
Jiangbai Gyatso glanced at Sanji Yesi with dissatisfaction and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Qingtang City is indeed beautiful, but what does it have to do with the unification of Tibet?"
"It's a big deal. Qingtang City will get a new owner. This new owner is not only a little saint, but also Manjushri Bodhisattva, worthy of this beautiful Qingtang City." Sangji Yesi couldn't help but feel as he looked at the glittering temples and pagodas. Sigh.
Jiangbai Gyatso couldn't believe his ears: "Qingtang City not only has the right prime minister, but also the governor and other nobles of all sizes, as well as Zanpu. It's too unrealistic to say this."
"Jiangbai Gyatso, how do you feel about lamas worshiping little saints today?" Sanji Yesi smiled faintly at Jiangbai Gyatso's promotion and asked instead.
Jiangbai Gyatso scratched his head, his eyes widened, looking very surprised.
He shook his head with a wry smile on his face: "It's hard to resemble, it's hard to resemble. These lamas should hate the little saint to the core, but they didn't expect that they regarded him as Manjushri Bodhisattva."
"Not only lamas are like this, but we are also like this. This is the charm of little saints." Sangyi Yesi looked at the temple and looked at Jiangbai Gyatso and asked, "Do you believe it or not? In the future, there will be statues of little saints in temples. ”
"I believe that these believers now want everyone to have a statue of the little saint, including you and me." Speaking of the statue of the little saint, Jiangbai Gyatso showed a dazzling light, but it soon dimmed, "It's a pity that you I am a noble middle class, but I don’t even have a statue of a little saint.”
"This will be realized soon." Sanji Yesi Yisuke said in a positive tone.
Jiangbai Gyatso's eyes brightened, but soon dimmed again: "I know you have good intentions, but you are just comforting me."
"I'm comforting you, how is it possible?" Sanji Yesi shook his head, looked at the security team who had gone away, and asked in an elusive tone, "Do you know where the little saint statue in the hands of the security team came from?"
"The security team is from the Song Dynasty, of course it is brought from the Song Dynasty." Jiangbai Gyatso thought for a while and expressed his thoughts.
Sanji Yesi nodded in agreement: "The security team members all carry one with them. It can be seen that there are many statues of little saints in the Song Dynasty, and there will be more statues of little saints in the future. You can buy as many as you want."
"It seems that this is indeed possible. I hope that this day will come soon." Jiangbai Gyatso nodded excitedly. After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered a question and asked immediately, "But, what does this have to do with Chinese culture and Chinese language?" relation?"
"Now the little saint has established a firm foothold in Chaba and some small nobles. Even we middle-class nobles are obedient to him. Lama, you have also seen it, and he actually calls the little saint Manjushri Bodhisattva. From this, it can be seen that Qing After the pond, there must be a world of little saints." Sangji Yesi analyzed one by one.
But Jiangbai Gyatso thought for a while, and finally shook his head, sighed and said: "Chaba follows the little saint. I believe that after all, the little saint can bring them happiness in this life, but except for a few nobles like you and me, most of them Some nobles may not be willing, let alone the right prime minister, the governor and other big nobles."
"I know that most of the nobles don't like the little saint, but the little saint is not only very charming, but his soldiers are even more powerful. It is said that the right prime minister was defeated by the security team." Sanji Yesi patiently analyzed.
Jiangbai Gyatso felt that things were not that simple, so he thought for a while.
He still shook his head and rebutted one by one: "I think you take it for granted. The reason why the Little Saint was able to defeat Da Lun and Prime Minister You is related to the disunity between Da Lun and Prime Minister You. Now they see that the Little Saint wants to unify. Tubo will definitely unite to deal with the Han Chinese, the Little Saint. Although the Prime Minister You was defeated, he was not injured and is still capable of fighting. Although the Little Saint's security group is powerful, it only has two thousand soldiers and horses. And if Qingtang is mobilized, it can pull up 100,000 soldiers and horses. If the two sides fight, even if they talk about soldiers and horses, they may not be able to help them go up. You know, even the Hu people have not really conquered Qingtang."
"I think exactly the opposite to you. Soldiers depend on their excellence, not their numbers. Moreover, the little saint defeated the barbarians before coming to Qingtang. On the contrary, even if the nobles of Qingtang can raise a hundred thousand troops, they will be mixed. . Besides, even if a hundred thousand soldiers and horses are mobilized, who will obey the command? The Qingtang was originally a plate of scattered sand, and it will remain a plate of scattered sand in the future. Perhaps only the little saint Manjushri Bodhisattva can unify the Qingtang." Sangyi Yeshi did not Being persuaded by Jiangbai Gyatso, he gave the other party examples one by one.
Jiangbai Gyatso heard this and rubbed his forehead: "Maybe you are right, let me think about it."
"The reason why I want to tell you this is because we are all good friends. We need to see the situation clearly and prepare for the future." Sangyi Yesi stepped forward and patted Jiangbai Gyatso on the shoulder with a smile on his face, "Little Saint After unifying Qingtang, the officialdom of Qingtang will definitely be transformed like the Song Dynasty, and the imperial examination will also be held to recruit talents."
"If we open the imperial examination, how can we be the opponent of those Han people? They are already familiar with the imperial examination." Jiangbai Gyatso shook his head, with a wry smile on his face and a look of frustration.
"Of course we are no match for the Han people in the imperial examination." Sangyi Yesi still patiently persuaded: "But most of Qingtang are Tubo people, and it is impossible for the little saint not to consider the Tubo people. Don't worry about this."
"Do you mean that the little saint will issue two sets of test papers so that we can pass the exam?" Jiangbai Gyatso couldn't help but be overjoyed, his face filled with red light.
Sanji Yesi thought for a while, but still shook his head: "Maybe it's not your idea. As for any method, the little saint will naturally consider it. So you must learn to be prepared to be a Han."
"Do you want to imitate the behavior of the Han people? It's so annoying, so annoying." Jiangbai Gyatso learned the words and deeds of the Han people and bowed his hand to Sanji Yesi.
Sanji Yesi felt a little confused and looked at Jiangbai Gyatso in astonishment.
"Brother Sanji, have you eaten?" Jiangbai Gyatso, while learning how literati spoke, returned the favor himself, "Brother Jiangbai, I haven't eaten yet."
"Just in time, Brother Sanji, let's have dinner together." Jiangbai Gyatso replied to himself and couldn't help but laugh.
Jiangbai Gyatso shook his head and continued: "Sangji Yesi, if you haven't eaten, if you haven't eaten, just eat together here with me. How kind and natural."
Sanji Yesi couldn't help but smile when he saw Jiangbai Gyatso performing alone.
"Indeed, the Han people are very particular about etiquette, unlike the Tubo people who are straightforward." He nodded, "Benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust are the principles by which Han people should deal with others."
Sangyi and Yixi were thinking about Sinicization and imperial examinations, and the lama was also restless about Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Although the security team was quite polite to the lamas, this was the Supervisor's Mansion, not their temple.
How the security team will treat them in the future and how to arrange them is still unknown.
No, after Tudan Gongga came to Jianguo Mansion, he actually couldn't sleep that night.
So far, saying that the little saint is Manjushri is the lama's unilateral idea.
What the security team thinks, what the supervisory government thinks, and what the little saint thinks is an unknown.
Thinking of this, Tudan Gongga whispered the six-character mantra while thinking about countermeasures.
After all, the security team didn't have a good impression of the lamas. The temple here not only treated Han slaves as talking beasts, but also enslaved more than two hundred Han people into magical weapons.
How can we get the governor and the little saint to accept the lama? This is a question worth pondering.
