In order to obtain foreign aid, the White Sect defeated the Guge Kingdom, which split off from Tubo, and with its support, dominated the Red Sect in the hinterland of Tubo. His master, Bonang Jue, personally led his four disciples to Xijing for the meeting. In contrast to the Red Sect who was worried about being intercepted by the White Sect and took a detour to West Sichuan Road to come to Xijing quietly. In order to promote Buddhism, the master Bai Jiao sounded the Dharma chants, fluttered flags, and roared with gongs and drums along the way.
Along the way, he gave lectures on scriptures and continued to promote the teachings of Bai Jiao. Although it is closer to Xijing from Qinghai Lake, it is later than the Red Sect monks who have climbed many snowy mountains and taken a detour. They went first and then arrived, busy promoting Buddhism along the way, so the White Sect, who arrived late, saw that he was preempted by the rival Red Sect. At that time, he was a little embarrassed, especially since the Red Sect came by himself.
In Tubo, these two factions had disliked each other for a long time because of their different understandings of scriptures and canons, and because they were competing for territory. As a result, when the Bai Jiao arrived at the Huitong Pavilion and discovered that the Red Sect's people had actually arrived two days later, the two masters headed by both sides remained calm. They just looked at each other, cursed in their hearts that the bald thief deserves to die, and then went back to their rooms to rest.
But the entourage of both parties did not have the self-cultivation of these two people, and getting along with them was not so pleasant. They all live in the same place. It can be said that they live next to each other, and it is inevitable that their tongues will touch their teeth. Start by making sarcastic remarks to each other. One accused the other party of coming without permission without receiving the invitation, and the other accused the other party of cheating. Without looking at his own identity and status, he dared to come to Xijing to promote Buddhism.
As the quarrel became more and more intense, the two sides quickly escalated the scolding into a verbal spat, and then directly developed into a full-scale martial arts battle. From the most basic fists and teeth, to the magical instruments in the hands, the monk shoes on the feet, to the stones, bricks and even wooden sticks picked up casually, they have become weapons. Suddenly, gongs and drums were blaring again in the hall, and the magic weapons were ringing, but this time the magic weapons were hitting people.
Suddenly, nosebleeds and monks' robes flew together in the hall, and screams and wails resonated. Moreover, among this group of Tubo monks, there were quite a few who knew martial arts. Suddenly, the Maha Mudra and Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu were put into battle at the same time. By the time the five hundred officers and soldiers on guard heard that there was something wrong inside, this rather elegant Huitong Hall, although not magnificent, had been almost destroyed.
Except for the residence of the two masters, there are basically no good doors or windows in the entire Huitong Hall. Several flower beds were also dismantled, and the dry branches and bricks in winter became handy weapons. The beds, tables and chairs in each room were also dismantled into parts, and they were also used as sharp weapons for throwing at opponents. The open space in the museum was filled with injured people from both sides, as well as innocent police officers who were implicated.
Several reception officials sent by the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple were also seriously injured. They were also lying on the ground with bruises and swollen faces, screaming in pain. It's just that although the fighting outside is a mess, the two masters are virtuous and eminent monks. Faced with such a chaotic situation, he remained calm and calm. He had a mentality of not changing even if the mountain collapsed. He just sat in his room and chanted sutras.
Not to mention stepping forward to stop this reputation-damaging behavior, just taking a glance at it. The military attache who led the team, as well as the Minister of Rites of Xijing who came after receiving the news, and Chang'an Yin were at a loss when faced with this situation, and they didn't know how to deal with it. A group of foreign monks were injured in a fight in their own territory. How should they deal with this? They have no relevant experience?
In desperation, he could only report it to Huang Qiong. Huang Qiong, who received the report, was speechless for a moment. Before, he had considered that the Red Sect was located in the hinterland of Tubo, so the journey was a bit long. From Luoxue to Xijing, we have to cross countless snow-capped mountains and trek a long way to Chang'an. Therefore, this invitation letter was only sent to the leaders of the Bai sect who preached to the west of Qinghai Lake and east of Tanggula Snow Mountain.
Now divided into several pieces, coupled with the repeated attacks by the Guilin King at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Tubo no longer has the strength to invade. The Tubo tribes around Qinghai Lake have already separated from Tubo. Some have returned to the banner of Daqi, while others are independent, neither Luozhe nor Jingzhao. However, in order to obtain iron weapons, it is better to be more respectful to Da Qi. .
It's just that Da Qi has begun to decline since the reign of Emperor Shizong. Except for the Tubo tribes around Qinghai Lake, it has become increasingly out of reach of the hinterland of Tibet. Even if they try to win over the Red Sect, it is basically useless. Furthermore, from Huang Qiong's point of view, Guge, the core area controlled by the Red Sect, and its logic were too far away from Chang'an City. Along the way there are snow-covered plateaus and lofty mountains.
Maybe, I might have to wait until next year when the courier delivers the letter. But what Huang Qiong didn't expect was that the Red Sect responded so quickly. In order to prevent the increasingly prosperous White Sect, Daqi, which in their eyes was more powerful, from becoming bigger and bigger with the support of Daqi, posing a fatal threat to themselves. After receiving the news, we set off almost immediately, traveling at high speed and under the stars at night.
Although the blessed land of Tubo was not under the rule of Daqi, more than a hundred years ago, the king of Guilin's cavalry raided thousands of miles on the snowy plateau and went straight to Luoche City. It left such a deep impression on these Tubo people that they still remember it to this day. new. In addition, for more than a hundred years, in order to reduce the pressure in the northwest and prevent Tubo from rising together, it would cause trouble to the northwest of Daqi and prevent itself from being attacked on both sides.
Until Lizong's reign, every three to five years, the imperial court would send the northwest cavalry battalion deep into the interior of Tubo. With the cooperation of the Qinghai Tubo tribes who had surrendered to the imperial court, they would go deep into the interior of Tubo to attack and kill. Although it was difficult to adapt to the plateau, it basically stopped east of the Tanggula Snow Mountain and never set foot in the hinterland of Tibet for more than a hundred years. But it brought trauma to the Tubo people for nearly a hundred years.
Once upon a time, the nomadic Tubo tribe could no longer be seen on the fertile grasslands east of the Tanggula Snow Mountain. Over the years, Tubo suffered repeated defeats against Daqi, and was repeatedly attacked into the hinterland by Qi cavalry. As a result, the Tubo tribes have regarded Daqi as the supreme kingdom of heaven, and are very afraid from top to bottom. In the view of the Red Sect, once the White Sect obtains the support of the Qi court, the threat to the Red Sect will be too great.
If the Qi army launches another western expedition, it will be a disaster for the Red Sect. So after getting the news that more than a dozen monks had been killed in the Red Sect Temple in Qinghai before desperately delivering the news, the Red Sect even set out on the same day. In order to speed up, everyone brought a few horses, and the journey was a starry night. In order to avoid being intercepted by Bai Jiao, they even took a detour to Hanzhong via West Sichuan Road.
Compared with Bai Jiao's unhurried movements due to the close distance, he was naturally much faster. In addition, the eminent monks of the Bai Sect had to travel with the Tibetan tribes around Qinghai Lake and promote Buddhism along the way, so the speed was naturally much slower. Even the Red Sect, which took a detour through Sichuan West Road, rushed to Chang'an City before the White Sect, and went to see them as soon as possible.
Although the master who taught me did not come because he was feeling unwell. But he sent his junior brother to come to Xijing City in person. Huang Qiong was also jumped when he learned that the Red Sect had come. Because he only invited the White Sect and not the Red Sect at all. This Red Sect arrived uninvited and confused the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette. After a warm welcome, I found that it was another teacher who came.
In fact, the imperial court was completely confused about the Tubo sects. Not to mention that most officials don't know, even the officials of the Ministry of Rites don't know what the difference is. In their eyes, they are all just monks. And it's not just the Tubo sect, the court is confused. Even the current situation within Tubo, except for some frontier generals.
Most people are equally clueless, including Huang Qiong's current father. After all, Tubo had not posed any threat to the Qi Dynasty for more than a hundred years. On the contrary, both the Tibetan tribes in Qinghai and the Tibetan tribes in western Sichuan were suppressed and beaten by the Qi army. In recent decades, it has become even more docile. Especially the Tubo tribes in Qinghai were very respectful to the imperial court and even allowed themselves to be plundered.
Huang Qiong stroked his head with a headache when he saw the officials of the Ministry of Rites and Chang'an Yin who were confused about the various sects of Tubo religion. That Chang'an Yin was fine, but this Minister of Rites was really unqualified. Tributary envoys from Tubo and Uighurs would pass through Xijing every year on their pilgrimage to Jingzhao Mansion. You, the Minister of Rites, have nothing to do in Xijing on weekdays. This matter is almost your only errand.
As long as you have some heart, you won't be so ignorant. Even if you are an official of the Ministry of Rites, being transferred to Xijing is equivalent to entering a nursing home with nothing to do all day long, but you have reached this stage of fishing, and the only job you have to do every year as long as the emperor does not come is actually a stranger. This is quite a bit too much. Even the four corpse meal positions have good reviews.
Helpless, but even more speechless, Huang Qiong looked at these guys with confused faces. We can only let the Xichuan Road officials who accompanied the Red Sect and the White Sect's group and the Fubo Tongzhi of Xining Prefecture who accompanied the Bai Sect and the group explain to these brothers. As for himself, he picked up the tea bowl and poured tea as hard as he could, trying to suppress the anger in his heart. But I didn't expect that the newly brewed tea in the bowl was very hot.
Huang Qiong, who was unbearably burned as soon as she took a sip, spat out another sip of tea. There was a burn in his mouth. Although it was not a big deal, it made his already somewhat uncontrollable anger worse. He slammed the Jun porcelain imperial tea cup in his hand to the ground and said angrily: "What is the intention of that useless bastard servant serving such hot tea to me?"
When he roared, everyone in the Wanchun Hall who was explaining or listening involuntarily closed their mouths and fell to their knees involuntarily. And when I heard Huang Qiong's roar, because Huang Qiong was talking to the ministers before, according to his rules, eunuchs were not allowed to wait in the palace, so a few young eunuchs who could only wait outside the palace were led by a seventh-grade eunuch in charge. He landed and ran in quickly.
Seeing the master's livid face and the broken tea bowl on the floor, several eunuchs were trembling with fright. No one dared to speak. They just knelt on the ground and kowtowed. After a long time, a young eunuch replied tremblingly: "Today during the day, according to the rules, the slave is on duty. The slave was just ordered to enter the palace to refill the tea for several elders. He saw that the tea cup next to the prince was not there. move."
"I was worried that the tea would become cold and lose its flavor, so I took it upon myself to replace it with a new one for the prince. I was also worried that drinking herbal tea in this cold weather might cause the prince some discomfort, in case he had a bad stomach. It really didn't happen. I thought that the slave changed at the wrong time, the prince was about to use tea. The slave did not do it on purpose, and I beg the prince to spare the slave this time for the sake of the slave's first mistake. "
After saying that, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately. My head was bleeding from knocking, but I didn't dare to stop. Huang Qiong, whose brows were furrowed and aware that she was a little angry today, said apologetically: "Get up. I didn't say what I would do to you, why would you do anything to kowtow so many times? You I don’t have to be on duty today, I’ll see a doctor later and don’t break my head.”
