Jia Luo did not answer, but fell into thinking.
Seeing the Dharma King thinking, Jiangbai Chilie and Gongdui Siru looked at each other and fell into thinking, constantly calculating gains and losses.
The power is gone, the wives and concubines are gone, the soldiers and horses are gone, the Lamaism is gone, and there is still a real master to be recognized, but the Dharma King is saved.
Perhaps, this is the best destination for Dharma King, but for Jiang Bai Chilie and the others, it is the greatest misfortune.
Why do they follow the Dharma King? It is not the power in the hands of the Dharma King.
Now that the Dharma King has no power, what’s the point of being a monk? Why don’t you just want to become a monk?
"Tea, tea." Jialuo shouted while thinking.
Jiangbai Chilie had no choice but to personally make another copy of Zui Chunfeng for His Holiness and handed it to His Holiness.
Seeing His Holiness drinking tea, they also drank tea.
They had never drunk spring breeze before, but butter tea.
Now I can only drink the spring breeze and drink the high-end green tea that the Han people call me.
While drinking tea, His Holiness couldn’t help but say: “Bitter, bitter, bitter.”
Jiangbai Chilie and Gongdui Siru looked at each other and felt that the Dharma King had expressed what he felt in his mouth and what was in his heart.
"Bitter, bitter." Jiang Bai and Chilie frowned and drank tea, and almost spit out the tea.
Looking at the expressions of the three people, Xu Xing shook his head and drank tea wholeheartedly.
The Dharma King thought for a while and suddenly said: "Pen, pen."
Jiangbai Chilie and Gongdui Siru didn't know why the Dharma King wanted a pen at this time, but Xu Xing understood.
His Holiness could not speak well, but he had no problem writing.
He immediately took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and while sharpening the ink, he spread out the paper for His Holiness.
"Lamaism no longer exists, what will it be called in the future?" His Holiness wrote on the paper.
Xu Xing thought for a moment and bowed his hands in the direction of Chengdu: "This religion was created by a little saint, so it can be called a holy religion."
"Holy religion, doesn't it have a leader?" Jialuo felt strange and wrote on the paper.
Xu Xing nodded: "Since it is a holy religion, of course it has a leader, and Manjushri is the leader."
"Holy Cult, this is a good name." His Majesty wrote word by word, "What is Lao Ne's status in the Holy Cult?"
As he writes this, the Dharma King's hands are trembling a little, after all, this involves his status.
"He is still the Dharma King, but he is conferred by Manjushri Bodhisattva." Of course Xu Xing knew what he was thinking and made his status known.
On the surface, the status of the Dharma King has not changed, but the status of other Dharma Kings has declined.
Originally, the Dharma King had the highest status in Lamaism, but after the birth of Manjushri Bodhisattva, he became the second oldest.
Not only is he the second oldest in a thousand years, but he also needs to be appointed by the boss.
When the Dharma King heard this, his face was extremely ugly, and his heart was even more bitter.
But he knows the fact that there are at least 100,000 believers who believe in Manjushri Bodhisattva.
These 100,000 believers were originally followers of Lamaism, but now they have all converted to Manjushri Bodhisattva.
However, the status of Manjushri Bodhisattva is far higher than that of Dharma King, even if it is comparable to tens of thousands, one hundred thousand, millions of Dharma Kings.
Dharma King is nothing but a servant like a Bodhisattva.
But there is no way, this is already the best result that the Dharma King can strive for.
Even though Jialuo was reluctant to do so, he could only swallow this bitter drink.
The brewer of bitter wine is none other than himself.
If he had known what would happen now, he would never have started this war.
By launching this war, not only did he lose almost all his troops, but also all his power.
Jia Luo's face was extremely gloomy, as if he could drip water.
He struggled to write a big Chinese character on the paper: "surrender."
After finishing writing, His Holiness felt like stars were popping up in his eyes. As his vision went dark, he fell on the desk.
Jiang Bai Chilie hurriedly stepped forward and pinched the Dharma King's body again. Less than half a cup of tea, the Dharma King woke up leisurely.
Although Jialuo woke up, he seemed to be as confused and speechless as the last time he woke up.
Jiang Bai Chilie's face was pale, and their whole bodies were trembling.
Gongdui Siru lifted Xu Xing up again, as if he were lifting a chicken.
Xu Xingnai was a scribe. He was only seven feet tall and thin, and was not worth mentioning in front of him.
"Traitor, you have made our Dharma King like this, I will kill you." After saying this, he was about to swing him away with his big fist.
Xu Xing was a little scared, but this was not the time to be afraid.
He rolled his eyes and said, "The Dharma King was so angry that he felt uncomfortable for a while. It will get better after some time."
"Really?" Gongdui Siru's fist suddenly stopped, but his eyes were still staring at him, with no intention of letting him go.
Xu Xing nodded hurriedly: "His Holiness was not like this just now, and he did not get better afterwards."
Gongdui Siru was a little hesitant and turned to look at Jiang Bai Chilie.
"It should be true. Put down the military advisor." Jiangbai Chilie put the Dharma King on a stool and sat down, and then he also found a stool and sat down.
Gongdui Siru looked at Fa Wang carefully, thought about it, and felt that this was also the case.
He put Xu Xing down, found a stool to sit on, looked at Xu Xing, and snorted coldly.
Xu Xing breathed a sigh of relief. This Gongdui Siru was also too temperamental. He was indeed a Tubo barbarian.
Jiang Bai Chilie stepped forward and looked at Xu Xing carefully, and asked with concern: "Military advisor, is something wrong?"
"It's okay, my arm hurts from him, it must have died." Xu Xing rubbed his arm while smiling bitterly.
Jiang Bai Chilie's face turned red, and he stepped forward and bowed to Xu Xing: "Commander, I am not strict with my subordinates, and I apologize to you."
"Captain, this traitor has made the Dharma King like this. Beating him is already good enough for him, so why should we apologize to him?" Seeing Jiang Bai Chilie apologizing to this traitor, Gongdui Siru became anxious and shouted loudly.
"Shut up." Jiang Bai Chilie glared at him hatefully, and then bowed to Xu Xing, "Military advisor, Gongdui is a vulgar man who doesn't understand etiquette. I hope you will show your dignity and don't be as knowledgeable as him."
Xu Xing was really angry. Seeing Jiang Bai Chilie continue to apologize and say nice things, he felt much better.
He shook his arm and rubbed the place where Gongdui Siru had pinched him just now.
After Xu Xing felt that the pain was gone, he bowed his hands to Jiang Bai Chilie and said, "It's a small thing, a small thing, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
In fact, it was disrespectful for Xu Xing to do this.
His correct approach should be to return the salute immediately after seeing Jiangbai Chilie salute. This is a normal approach, even for a vulgar person like Gongdui Siru.
But Xu Xing acted like this, and there was no displeasure on Jiang Bai Chilie's face.
Seeing Jiang Bai Chilie swallowing his anger, Gongdui Siru immediately quit. He pointed at Xu Xing and shouted: "Traitor, you humiliated my captain, I will teach you a lesson."
After Gongdui Si finished speaking and tied up his sleeves, he would mention Xu Xing and beat him severely.
Xu Xing didn't expect this barbarian to be so brutal. His injury hadn't improved just now, so he was going to do this again.
Xu Xing's pupils shrank and he hurriedly took a few steps back.
He was fast, but Gongdui Siru was faster and was about to catch Xu Xing.
"Shut up, you are so rude, please show your respect to the military advisor." Jiang Bai Chilie stood up from the stool with a roar, stopped Gongdui Siru, and shouted loudly.
Gongdui Siru glared at Xu Xing hatefully and shouted loudly: "Captain, he is rude to you. I will teach him a lesson. Don't stop me."
"Shut up, you are rude to the military advisor. As a captain, I order you to show your respect to the military advisor." Gongdui Siru glared at him and reprimanded loudly.
Gongdui Siru stubbornly raised his chin, gritted his teeth, shook his head and shouted: "Captain, he is a rude villain, Dao Qian should be him."
"Gongdui Siru, if you still recognize me as the captain, then show your modesty to the military advisor." Jiang Bai Chilie could indulge him in the past, but he did not indulge him this time anyway.
Gongdui Siru's old face turned the color of pig liver. He didn't expect that the captain would be so harsh this time.
After thinking about it, Gongdui Siru hesitated for a few times, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and finally said: "Commander, I am not polite, I'm sorry."
After speaking, he bowed to Xu Xing.
"Military advisor, thank you for your hard work." After Gongdui Siru Daoqian, he didn't expect Jiang Bai Chilie to bow to him and say, "I have to trouble you to make a trip."
After saying that, he respectfully rolled up the paper and handed it to Xu Xing respectfully.
Xu Xing shook his head and did not take the scroll: "This won't work!"
"Why not?" Gongdui Siru was about to speak, but Jiang Bai Chilie hurriedly waved to stop him and asked aloud.
Xu Xing unfolded the scroll, pointed at the series of words on it, and shook his head: "Is this a letter of surrender? A letter of surrender is not like a letter of surrender, and a draft is not like a draft. How do you want the Han people to think about it?"
"But how can the Dharma King write a letter of surrender in his current state?" Jiangbai Chilie looked at the Dharma King who looked confused and said in embarrassment.
Xu Xing looked at Fa Wang and sighed inwardly.
He did not expect that at the critical moment, the Dharma King would appear confused again.
We have to think of a way, but what way is good?
Xu Xing was deep in thought while spinning around the table.
Jiangbai Chilie and Gongdui Siru looked at each other and fell into deep thought, but found that they had no better way.
Xu Xing thought for a while, then came to the Dharma King and bowed his hands respectfully: "Dharma King, Dharma King."
The Dharma King originally looked confused, but when he heard Xu Xing's voice, the corner of his mouth seemed to move.
"The King of Dharma, the King of Dharma." Xu Xing bowed his hand again, but he was disappointed. The King of Dharma seemed to have lost his reaction this time.
Xu Xing shouted a few more times and felt a little anxious when he saw that the Dharma King did not respond.
He came to Jiang Bai Chilie and bowed to him: "Captain, you are familiar with the Dharma King. Please go wake him up."
"Captain, don't wake up the Dharma King before his body has recovered. This will not be good for the Dharma King." To Xu Xing's surprise, Gongdui Siru actually opposed him.
Jiang Bai Chilie shook his head and ignored Gongdui Siru.
He knew that Gongdui Siru was unbalanced and wanted to embarrass Xu Xing.
Even if Xu Xing can be temporarily embarrassed, the Dharma King will eventually wake up.
The key point is that the King of Dharma has agreed to surrender, and Gongdui Siru's attempt to stop him has no meaning anymore. It is just a joke.
Jiangbai Chilie came to the Dharma King and bowed: "Dharma King, Dharma King, I am Jiangbai Chilie."
At first, Jiang Bai Chilie yelled but there was no response. Gongdui Siru felt happy, with a smile on his face and a provocative look at Xu Xing.
Xu Xing shook his head, feeling that Gongdui Siru was like a child, making himself angry.
Now that the Dharma King has decided to surrender, how much role can he play as a deputy captain of his own soldiers?
"Tea, tea." After Jiangbai Chilie shouted ten times, the Dharma King opened his mouth a few times and said two words.
Jiang Bai Chilie was overjoyed, picked up the teacup, and brought it to the Dharma King's mouth.
After seeing the Dharma King drinking water, Jiang Bai Chilie was not only not happy, but also frowned.
The Dharma King looked like this, and it was obvious that he was not fully awake.
If he were fully awake, he would drink from the teacup himself, but now he has to have someone bring the teacup to his mouth before he drinks.
How to write a letter of surrender in this situation?
Jiang Bai Chilie rolled his eyes twice and shouted loudly: "Surrender, surrender."
"Surrender, surrender." His Majesty read a few words, not knowing what Jiang Bai Chilie meant.
He didn't understand, and Gongdui Siru was even more confused.
But Xu Xing suddenly realized this. He immediately sharpened the ink, spread out the paper, and handed the pen to the Dharma King.
The Dharma King held the pen, but he didn't know what to write for a moment and was in a dilemma.
Xu Xing stepped forward and bowed his hands to the King of France: "Surrender."
He didn't dare to say two words, but only said one word.
After hearing Xu Xing's words, the Dharma King hesitated for a while and finally wrote "surrender" on it.
But it definitely won't work if there is a word "submit". There is no signature of the Dharma King. This is a problem.
"Captain, seal, seal." Xu Xing saluted Jiang Bai Chilie.
Jiangbai Chilie nodded and stamped the three seals of Dharma King and Right Prime Minister on it.
Jiang Bai Chilie looked at the three seals stamped with the word surrender, but did not give it to Xu Xing.
He suddenly looked confused, and then burst into tears.
As soon as he cried, Gongdui Siru seemed to understand something and started crying bitterly.
Jiang Bai and Chilie had also considered surrendering and were fully prepared.
But when the surrender came, the two of them felt that they had never been so lost and painful in their lives, and they couldn't help crying.
Xu Xing wiped his tears, took the letter of surrender from Jiang Bai Chilie, and ran towards the Han barracks with two soldiers.
Xu Xing had just left the rebel camp when he suddenly heard the entire rebel army crying in pain.
That voice can be said to be filled with sorrow, life and death.
After Wang Wenxiu received the letter of surrender from the King of France, Zheng Ding suddenly raised a question: "Ziyang, how will the nobles deal with it?"
