Hearing this, La Jia couldn't help laughing.
Dual-wielding Jianba also wanted to laugh, but he was a pure Khenpo and did not dare to think of it.
He is different from Jialuo. Jialuo is not only a khenbu, but also a Dharma king and the right prime minister.
He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to think about it, so he had to recite the six-character mantra loudly to suppress the laughter in his heart.
Before Jia Luo and La Jia could stop laughing, there were sudden sounds coming from outside.
This voice was different from theirs. They were shouting to hand over the murderer, but the other party was shouting for Manjushri Bodhisattva.
They shouted to Manjushri Bodhisattva and recited the six-character mantra.
Jia Luo, La Jia and others didn't hear it at first, but later it became clearer and clearer.
Listening to this voice, although there are not as many as them, there are still thousands of people.
When Lajia heard this, he glanced at Jialuo, bowed his hands and asked, "Dharmaraja, may I ask what is going on?"
Jia Luo was not only the king of Dharma, but also the monk Bo Chan and the leader of all the lamas in Tibet.
Lajia thought that since you are the leader of the lamas, you should naturally take charge of it.
Jialuo couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard this.
"Wangdui, go back and see what's going on?" Jia Luo asked a disciple next to him.
The lama bowed, turned around, opened the tent curtain, covered himself and went out to take a look.
Around tea time, this disciple named Wangdui came back.
The inside and the outside are indeed two worlds, one is as warm as spring, and the other is freezing cold.
Wangdui now really admired the lamas and believers outside. Even though it was snowing, they still stood at the gate of Jianguo Mansion, shouting loudly, demanding that the other party hand over the murderer.
They have Buddha in their hearts and are more persistent, so they are not afraid of snow.
Wangdui couldn't help but rub his palms while thinking about it.
Although there was a fairy furnace here, he didn't dare to warm himself around the fairy furnace.
Who can warm the fire? It is either a great nobleman or a guru or above.
He is just a master and does not have the qualifications yet.
He bowed to Jialuo again and said, "Tell the Dharma King that they are from Xizhao Temple and Nanzhao Temple, as well as believers, about a thousand people."
"It is indeed Xizhao Temple and Nanzhao Temple. No wonder I couldn't call them out at first. What happened to those believers coming here?" Jialuo asked in a deep voice, sitting cross-legged on a lotus-shaped stool, his thick eyebrows furrowed.
Jialuo felt that he was a Dharma King and a Khenpo, representing the Bodhisattva's highest disciple in the world, so he should have a lotus throne.
Of course, Jia Luo hopes to have a real lotus throne of the Bodhisattva, but after all, he is not a real Bodhisattva, nor is he the messenger of Ralang Vajra, so he can only use a wooden lotus throne to set off his noble status.
Wangdui thought for a while and hesitated before saying: "I heard that those believers now believe in the little saint and no longer believe in Lamaism."
"It's unreasonable. They are originally Tubo people, but they actually believe in the little saint." Jialuo was furious to cover up his frightened mood, "What's going on with those lamas in Xizhao Temple and Nanzhao Temple?"
He didn't want to call them lamas, but he couldn't find a better word, so he had to call them lamas.
Seeing Jialuo's anger, Wangdui became even more panicked.
He thought for a while and stammered: "Xizhao Temple and Nanzhao Temple believe that the little saint is Manjushri Bodhisattva. Now they hold the statue of the little saint and call Manjushri Bodhisattva while reciting the six-character mantra."
As Wangdui spoke, he couldn't help but lower his head.
If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it in his dreams. The former lama believers had become Han believers, and the former colleagues had changed careers.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the entire camp changed drastically.
What kind of magic power does this little saint have? Not only did he pull his followers over, but even his colleagues also changed careers.
If believers believe that the little saint is Manjushri, what use are these lamas who have lost their followers.
What is even more frightening is that not only believers believe that the little saint is Manjushri Bodhisattva, but also the lamas of the two temples believe that the little saint is Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Without believers, there would be no lamas.
Without lamas, these high-ranking masters, masters, khenpos, and dharma kings are not alone.
Thinking of this, everyone in the camp looked towards Jia Luo.
"Prime Minister, the Han people are hollowing out Tubo." Lajia's face turned pale and his body was trembling, looking at Jialuo.
Dual-wielding Jianpa stammered: "His Holiness, they are hollowing out Lamaism."
No believers, no lamas, although this is temporary, has made these panic.
"Don't panic, there are few of them, and most of the believers and lamas are still with us." Although Jia Luo was also flustered, his face was calm.
Seeing Jialuo calm and composed, the people at the scene finally felt a little calmer.
Dual-wielding Qiangba and Lajia looked at each other and asked in confusion: "What kind of ecstasy soup did these Han people pour into the believers and the people of the two temples, so that they are so superstitious about this little saint?"
"I heard that the Han people promise to give believers happiness in this life." Wangdui thought for a while and said tremblingly.
If believers do not believe in lamas, nobles like them cannot be nobles.
The reason why they can become nobles is that believers believe in the theory of reincarnation and reincarnation in the next life, and are willing to accept their vicious oppression.
If believers no longer believe in atonement in this life, let alone the afterlife, they will inevitably rise up in rebellion.
You know, in the history of Tubo, slaves have never revolted.
The dual-wielding Qianba was even more shaky, feeling as if his whole body had been drained.
He took over a seat and pressed the back of the chair with his right hand as hard as he could to prevent himself from falling.
Although he was not embarrassed, his face was red.
Fortunately, his skin is originally dark, at best it's just black and red.
If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to spot it for a while.
Unexpectedly, when Jialuo heard this, he laughed loudly: "Give happiness in this life? I'm afraid this cowhide will be blown. Even Songtsen Gampo would not dare to say this when he was alive. Are these Han people worse than Songtsen Gampo? Do you want to be awesome?"
After hearing Jialuo's words, the nobles and great lamas present immediately relaxed.
"What is happiness? It goes without saying to beasts like Lang Sheng who can only talk. Chaba is just a little better than Lang Sheng. He has freedom in life."
La Jia thought for a while and dismissed it: "What kind of happiness? At least reaching the level of a small noble is called happiness."
"Nobles account for as much as half of the entire Tubo, but only half of it." A great nobleman named Chilie smiled coldly, and he took up the official position of Minister of War.
Another nobleman named Qiangjiu shook his head: "The Han people said they would give these believers happiness, how is that possible? You know, Lang Sheng accounts for almost 70%!"
Qiangjiu also had an official, the Minister of Household Affairs.
"If the Han people can give Langsheng happiness in this life, let's just dream." A nobleman named Cuoso sneered while shaking his head.
Of course, Cuosuo also had an official position, he was the minister of the Ministry of Industry.
Hearing the statements of various nobles, Jialuo couldn't help laughing again.
He thought for a while, glanced at the nobles and khenpo present, and laughed again.
He drank the butter tea in one gulp, smiled coldly, and said in a deep voice: "These Han people like to brag. Let's go and peel off the bullshit now and see how these Han people will fall from power."
"Everyone, there are so many people now. It's time to strike while the iron is hot. Let's reveal their false promises now and expel these hateful Han people." Lajia nodded and immediately expressed his position.
Jialuo nodded and said in a deep voice: "We must take a two-pronged approach, demanding that the murderer be handed over, while demanding that their hides be uncovered."
One of them represents the Tubo temple, the other represents the nobles, and their words are extremely weighty.
After hearing what the two men said, all the khenpos and nobles bowed: "No."
An extremely funny scene appeared on the avenue in front of the gate of the Jianguo Mansion.
On one side, more than 2,000 believers and lamas shouted and demanded that the murderer be handed over; on the other, more than 1,000 believers and lamas recited Manjushri Bodhisattva and the six-character mantra.
Not to be outdone, both sides yelled at the top of their lungs, trying to suppress the other.
There are more lamas and believers who are loyal to Lamaism than those who are loyal to the little saints, and the number is more than double.
Wang Wenxiu heard that the followers of the little saint were inferior to him, and his momentum was actually suppressed by him.
Seeing that their voices were suppressed by the followers of the little saint, Yu Qishi and others couldn't help but frown.
"Zi Yang, the other party has a large number of people and seems to have to find a way." Yu Qishi bowed his hand to Wang Wenxiu.
Wang Wenxiu nodded and thought for a while: "Didn't they want to get the sound transmission weapon? It will come in handy now."
"There are not many sound-transmitting magic weapons. Who can use them?" Zheng Ding nodded in agreement and also raised questions.
Wang Wenxiu thought for a while and expressed his thoughts: "It is used by lamas, masters and above, and only by believers and nobles."
"Okay." Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding looked at each other and agreed to Wang Wenxiu's arrangement.
Jiangbai Gyatso and Sanji Yesi saw a flower that was somewhat similar to a morning glory, but much larger than it.
The two of them had never met before, so they couldn't help but look at each other.
Jiangbai Gyatso bowed to Xiong Hu and asked first: "Master Xiong, what is this?"
"Jiangbai Gyatso, don't you want to get the sound transmission artifact? This is it." Xiong Hu gave the object in his hand to Pa Zhuo.
Jiangbai Gyatso couldn't believe that he had lost his ears, and stared at this thing like a morning glory.
He hesitated for a long time and then asked tremblingly: "Master Xiong, is this true?"
You know, in order to mention the Little Saint Statue last time, I had to say countless good things to get it.
"Of course, if you perform well, you will naturally give it to me." Xiong Hu stepped forward and patted Jiangbai Gyatso's shoulder affectionately, and at the same time gave him the sound transmitting instrument.
Jiangbai Gyatso performed very well this time. When he heard that he wanted to attract followers, he took action immediately.
Not only did he call all his servants, but he also notified Sanji Yesi, Qiangjiu and other nobles.
Although Zhaojiazhuang had already notified him, Jiangbai Gyatso was worried and decided to notify him again.
What he means is that I, the noble, have already taken action, and now it’s up to you.
Jiangbai Gyatso took the sound-transmitting instrument and tried to shout at it: "Manjushri Bodhisattva."
As expected, the sound from the sound-transmitting instrument came out, and it felt about ten times louder.
What's even more amazing is that although the voice is much louder, it is still Jiangbai Gyatso's voice.
"Thank you, Master Xiong." Jiangbai Gyatso was so excited that his eyes filled with tears, and he bowed to Xiong Hu.
Now that Jiangbai Gyatso had obtained the sound-transmitting instrument, he felt hot blood flowing all over his body and had endless strength in his body. He shouted loudly with all his strength: "Manjushri Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva."
Sanji Yesi's eyes turned red when he saw this.
He looked at the sound transmitting instrument in Jiangbai Gyatso's hand and asked a little embarrassedly: "Master Xiong, is there anyone here who is a villain?"
"You performed well too, so I'll give you one." Xiong Hu looked at Sanji Yesi and said in a deep voice.
His performance was not as positive as Jiangbai Gyatso, so Xiong Hu was not as enthusiastic about him as Jiangbai Gyatso.
Even with this, Sangji Yesi was extremely excited.
You know, he, like Jiangbai Gyatso, is a middle-class noble.
If Zhaojiazhuang was only given to Jiangbai Gyatso, then he would be ready to die.
When Padro, Qiangjiu and Tsoso saw Sangey Yesi and the others using sound-transmitting instruments to spread their voices far away, they couldn't help but look jealous.
Qiangjiu and Cuosuo looked at each other, feeling very uneasy.
Qiangjiu said to Pa Zhuo: "Pa Zhuo, we are all nobles, why doesn't Zhaojiazhuang give us a copy of the sound transmitting weapon?"
"Padro, you have a good relationship with the security team. Go ahead and ask." Cuoso looked a little ugly and couldn't help but encourage Padro.
Padro was a little moved. He performed extremely well last time and had already left an excellent impression on the security team.
Padro thought to himself that even if he couldn't get it, he would still be willing to ask.
Thinking of this, Padro took steps.
Xu Hong and Xu Yang kept looking at Pa Zhuo and the others, and couldn't help but move slightly when they saw their expressions.
In fact, distributing prizes is not as simple as imagined.
Although the same prize is given out, the person giving it out is different, the order of giving out is different, the attitude is different, and the effect is different.
For example, Jiangbai Gyatso was the first to receive the prize, and it was distributed by Xiong Hu, the battalion-level chief secretary. The effect itself was extraordinary.
However, Sangyi Yeshi was the second to get it because his performance was not as good as Jiangbai Gyatso, and his effect was not as good as Jiangbai Gyatso.
This is actually similar to the imperial examination. Although they all pass the imperial examination, the number one scholar and the second one are different.
People often remember the first and often forget the second.
If middle aristocrats such as Jiangbai Gyatso and Sangji Yeshi can be compared to Jinshi, then Pazhuo and others are ordinary Jinshi.
Xu Hong and the others waited until Xiong Hu distributed the money to the middle and middle nobles before they came to the small nobles like Pa Zhuo.
Xu Hong performed extremely well last time. After being recommended by Xiong Humali, signed by Zhao Yang and others, reviewed by Wang Wenxiu, Yu Qishi, and Zheng Ding, and finally reported to Zhaojiazhuang, he has now been promoted from chief to formation leader.
Xu Hong was the first to come to Pa Zhuo, which made Pa Zhuo and the other three a little happy but also a little uneasy.
The three of them are very contradictory. They both hope to get it and are afraid of not getting it.
Pa Zhuo also performed well this time. He was also one of the first nobles to support Zhaojiazhuang. Not only did he lead Chaba to support him, he also took the initiative to notify Qiangjiu, Cuosuo and others.
Xu Hong also patted Pa Zhuo's shoulder affectionately, with a smile on his face and a passionate tone.
While giving Padro the sound transmitting instrument, he said: "Padra, you performed well, this time the sound transmitting instrument is yours."
"Thank you Captain Xu," Pa Zhuo couldn't help but burst into tears and bowed, "I firmly support Zhaojiazhuang and the security team."
Xu Hong smiled slightly and patted his shoulder again.
Xu Hong's attitude towards Qiang Jiu, Cuosuo and others was naturally much calmer.
Even so, Qiangjiu and Cuosuo were very excited. After all, only officers of the security regiment had this. It was a symbol of identity and status.
Believers such as Sangyesi, Pazhuo, Qiangjiu, Tsoso and other medium-sized and small nobles have long been slanderous about the sound-transmitting instruments of the security group.
Unexpectedly, Zhaojiazhuang would now give them these sound transmission instruments, and they were all very motivated.
As if they had been given blood, they held sound-transmitting instruments and shouted at the top of their lungs. They even overwhelmed the larger number of Lamaist believers and lamas.
Jia Luo, La Jia and others were so proud just now, but they didn't expect that their voices would be suppressed by the other party without even a stick of incense.
Jia Luo and La Jia couldn't help but feel frustrated. Although their side had the upper hand in numbers, it was not as loud as Manjushri Bodhisattva's voice.
Jia Luo, La Jia and others, regardless of the biting cold wind outside, ran out to find the reason.
Jialuo looked at his disciple Wangdui and asked coldly: "They clearly don't know our side in terms of numbers, so why are their voices louder than ours?"
"Tell the Dharma King that they have something called a sound transmitting instrument, which can amplify the sound and transmit it further." Wangdui did not dare to raise his head, fearing that Jialuo would get angry at him, so he had to lower his head and answer.
After all, only the other party has the sound transmitting instrument, and they, the upright lamas, don't have it.
Could it be that these genuine lamas are inferior to each other?
You know, they believe in Lamaism, while the other party only believes in little saints.
Thinking of this, Wangdui couldn't help but feel depressed.
But he was a disciple of Jia Luo, so he couldn't express his feelings and could only bury them deeply in his heart.
Jialuo frowned, thought for a while, and said to Wangdui: "They have sound-transmitting instruments, don't we have any instruments? Bring the conch and the magic number."
Now an unprecedented battle was going on in front of the Supervisory Government, using not only voices, but also magic weapons.
For a moment, the sounds of Manjushri Bodhisattva shouting, the sounds of chanting six-character mantras, and the sounds of handing over the murderer were heard all the time. There were also the sounds of Dharma conch and Dharma horns, turning what was originally a solemn and sacred request meeting into a living farce.
The sound transmitting weapon lived up to its name. Although Jialuo put the magic conch and the magic trumpet to use, and everyone blew red, he was still overwhelmed by the opponent.
The faces of the dual-wielders Qianba, Lajia, Chilie and others were ashen. They had already used the magic weapons they should have used, but they didn't expect that they were still at a disadvantage.
Thinking of this, they couldn't help but look towards Jialuo to see if he had any other ideas.
"So what if the magic weapon has the upper hand? Whether it can bring happiness to believers is the key." Jialuo thought for a while, looked at the other party's sound-transmitting magic weapon, and said coldly.
Hearing this, La Jia, Chi Lie and others couldn't help but be overjoyed, and their expressions relaxed.
Lajia thought for a while, bowed to Jialuo and asked: "How can we expose the lie of the Han people's luck?"
Jia Luo came up with many strange tricks today, especially the chain plan, which made La Jia admire him.
"It's so simple that people spread it everywhere, just saying that the Han people are happy. It's all lies." Jia Luo thought for a while, waved his right hand fiercely, and finally said bitterly.
Lajia nodded with a sneer on his face: "The Han people want to give the believers happiness, now we will arrange people to expose it."
"Deploy more manpower and spread rumors everywhere." Chilie also agreed with this method and expressed his opinion.
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