Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 166 Outside the Dingji Palace Gate

Titexigu had come to wait outside the palace gate long ago, and his crimson monk robe was wet with dew.

But he doesn't care at all, as long as Khotan can be dragged into the arena of this religious war, he can endure all humiliation, even his life.

The futon was also soaked by the morning dew, and it was a little damp and uncomfortable. Titesigu wanted to move it, but his strong willpower helped him suppress his body's desire.

Although the monk's career of more than thirty years is not considered to be the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, it is by no means a leisurely play.

A gust of cold wind blowing from the west made goosebumps form on his skin under the thin monk robe, and Titsigu couldn't help speeding up his chanting of Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

More than [-] years ago, he was only a young monk, but he will never forget that day with the same cold wind.

Twenty years ago, hundreds of elite cavalrymen belonging to Arslen Khan took advantage of the last chance before Bala Sagon was surrounded and died, and ran to Shule to protect the Khan's wife and children.

As soon as the Khan's wife and children left, Ye Hu and Burke in the city opened the city gate, and everyone knelt on the ground in humiliation to welcome the Persians into the city, even monks like them were no exception.

Everyone paid a huge price for resisting the Persians. Countless Ye Hu masters who were originally aloof were pulled out and had their heads chopped off with a knife, while ordinary people and monks paid a lot of money for their lives. '

A large number of howling god warriors snatched the gold and silver and Tang copper coins accumulated in the temple, and even the gold powder smeared on the Buddha statue was scraped away, which was worthless at all.

Countless brothers and sisters were beaten and even killed until the governor of the Persians ordered it to stop.

After that, every year, the temples in Balasagun have to pay a large sum of head tax to the Governor's Mansion, which is only used by heretics, otherwise the Governor's Mansion will not guarantee the safety of all monks.

Titesigu never wanted to experience that kind of hellish scene again, and he knew that if the Persians broke through Balasagon again this time, everyone would only face more brutal revenge.

"Master, apart from chanting my Buddhist scriptures, do you know much about the battle?"

A slow voice rang in his ears, and Titesigu, who was immersed in memories, was taken aback.

At some point, a young man in a blue gown, full of heaven, with thick eyebrows and big eyes had already stood beside him.

The young man was holding a few huge white flour steamed cakes in his hand and was eating happily. His pair of piercing eyes kept looking at him, with a trace of playfulness in curiosity.

"This benefactor, the poor monk has not eaten for a long time, and he is very hungry. Can you turn a steamed cake to relieve the hunger in his stomach?"

Titesiku recognized who it was.

He didn't realize it just now, because the people around him were too young, and it was really hard for him to connect it with the Duke of Fengtian County of the Great Jin Kingdom who was wearing a purple robe, hung a goldfish bag on his waist, and commanded thousands of soldiers yesterday.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Mr. Zhang Dajun didn’t put on a fake beard today. In ancient times, it was considered beautiful to have a beard. Zhang Zhao didn’t know why. After transmigrating, everything grew, even a certain part, but he never grew a beard.

So when he is not on the battlefield, he is used to sticking a fake beard on his chin and cheeks. Not to mention, once the beard is put on, he becomes a lot more mature in an instant.

"Is this considered alms?" Zhang Zhao handed Titesigu a steamed cake, and said with some puns.

Tite Xigu took the steamed cake and took a small bite slowly, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

"The poor monk's family name is Yaogeluo. Everyone says it is a great surname, but since I can remember, I have never felt that this surname has brought me any great place. Either it is regarded as a rare commodity to live in, or it is deeply feared by others. .

One year my grandfather committed a crime, which was to pay a few sheep and a cow, but in the end Arslen Khan Basil found various excuses to punish him severely, and the family split up.

In a crisis, my mother carried me to the Burana Buddhist Temple, where I escaped the catastrophe.

Since then, I have never seen my mother again, and I have been growing up in the temple, from young novice monks to monks to mages and presiders.

The temple is my home, my master is my father, and my brothers are my brothers. In the heart of the poor monk, the temple has always been a very sacred and peaceful place, and everyone who comes here is respectful.

But the county magistrate, can you imagine?A monk who had lived in peace for 20 years suddenly discovered that a group of vicious people broke into the temple one day. They robbed gold and silver and destroyed the temple.

I saw with my own eyes that the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who I chanted to every day, seemed to have been stripped of its golden paint and color, and stood in front of me like a chicken and duck that had lost its feathers. "

As he said that, Titexigu suddenly put down the steamed cake in his hand and folded his hands together, chanting 'sin, sin' several times.

"It seems that this incident has greatly stimulated the master! From now on, have you made up your mind to resist the Persian rule in Balasagon?" Zhang Zhao asked lightly.

Titesigu nodded first, then shook his head.

"The poor monk doesn't want to resist anyone, but the poor monk doesn't want to read a few Buddhist scriptures and someone will interfere, and he doesn't want to have vicious people rushing into the poor monk's temple to loot and destroy it!"

That's easy to say, Zhang Zhao nodded, Titesigu is not only expressing his views on religion, but also expressing to Zhang Zhao that he can ignore the governance of Balasagun or government affairs, as long as he doesn't interfere Just go to the development of Buddhism.

"But even so, there is no reason for the master to lead his troops to march hundreds of miles to fight against the Tianfang disciples of Talas, right? If they can hold the city firmly, there may be something to do."

Titsigu finally blushed, and he took a long breath.

"That's why the poor monk wanted the Great Sage to ask for help, and I think it's also the reason why the Great Sage sent the Duke here."

Zhang Zhao was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something, then he shook his head.

"Master, do you know how big the Persian Saman Kingdom is? It has tens of millions of people, and no fewer than one hundred thousand soldiers. I, Khotan Jin Kingdom, have only 700,000 people in the whole country.

In addition, Bala Sagon and Shule are separated by many snow mountains and glaciers, even if they give full support, they cannot resist it! "

"The poor monk heard that Duke Zhang used [-] infantry troops to destroy [-] elite cavalry at the foot of the city of Polu Prefecture. Everyone said that the Duke was a young hero.

But four years ago, Saktu, with just over [-] soldiers, took over a dozen cities including Kebala Sagon, Julan, Talas, and Baishui, and tens of thousands of elites from the Saman Kingdom of Persia fled.

Is the Duke of the county not as good as his defeated general?Could it be that the Great Sage Emperor and the Duke of the county have the heart to suffer another catastrophe for the more than [-] followers of our Buddha in Bala Sagon? "

Titsigu was a bit puzzled, and his voice couldn't help but a little louder. He had already made it clear that he would give up the vulgar things of Balasagon and hand over the power to Zhang Zhao. Why did Zhang Zhao push back?
Is this Bala Sagon so unattractive?
Zhang Zhao swallowed the last piece of steamed cake with a normal face, and waited for Titexigu to calm down before speaking slowly.

"Master really doesn't understand military affairs, Saktu was able to fight from Bala Sagon to Baishui Hucheng four years ago.

It was because this was his ancestral land, and the soldiers under his command followed him to restore the old capital and save his compatriots.

Such a righteous teacher who hangs the people and punishes crimes, naturally has high morale and no disadvantages!

In addition, at that time, the forces in various cities, including the master, had been suffering from the Persians for a long time, and they all tried their best to help each other, even the Tianfang believers in Talas and other cities were devoted to Saktu.

Some people were responding inside, some were spying on the military, and some were transporting food and fodder. This is not Saktu fighting the Persians, but the Karakhans of the whole west are fighting the Persians together with Saktu.

On the other hand, today, Balasagon and Talas kill each other's people, and it is only a hundred miles away from Balasagon, just like the enemy's territory.

What's more, there are only a few thousand people under a certain command, so where can tens of thousands of soldiers be available? Even if I have tens of thousands of soldiers, can Bala Sagon, who has been fighting continuously for half a year, supply the military supplies of tens of thousands of troops? "

Zhang Zhao's words were well-founded, and they immediately stunned Titesigu. No matter where they came from, Zhang Zhao's words must be said to be reasonable.

After a while, Titesigu showed a look of despair on his face. He closed his eyes and chanted a few Buddhist scriptures, then looked at Zhang Zhao.

"According to what the county magistrate said, is it impossible to keep Balasagon? Are these hundreds of thousands of souls just enduring the enslavement of foreign races?

No matter!These mountains and rivers have nurtured the poor monk. When the Persians come, the poor monk will give this body back to the mountains and rivers! "

Damn, I was too scared, Zhang Zhao's forehead twitched twice, but don't really scare this monk too much, he still has to rely on him to contribute.

After a few quick spins in his mind, Zhang Zhao heaved a long sigh and put on an expression of being moved.

"Grandmaster looks down on life and death and only cares about all living beings in this world. It's really admirable. Originally, a certain person wanted to persuade Master to withdraw to Shule with me. It seems that Master will definitely not agree!"

As he spoke, the expression on Zhang Zhao's face changed twice, revealing a somewhat hesitant expression. After struggling for a long while, he slapped his thigh violently.

"Forget it! The master is so noble, if a certain Zhang Erlang only knows how to escape, wouldn't he appear too despicable!
So what if the Persian Samantha is strong and prosperous, as long as the master listens to my words, there is nothing to be afraid of, so I will accompany the master and save the people here! "

Originally, Titexigu was about to despair, because Zhang Zhao's analysis was very reasonable. With the size of the Khotan Jin Kingdom and his previous wrong operations, he couldn't resist the attack of the Persian Saman Kingdom. Zhang Zhao said that he could fight again, and was immediately overjoyed.

"Mr. Zhang is indeed a hero!" He quickly exaggerated Zhang Zhao, and then asked.

"The Duke of the County said that he wants the poor monk to listen to your words. I don't know if there is any clever plan. Please tell me the Duke of the County."

Zhang Zhao pulled Titexigu down and took out two stones and put them on both ends. Zhang Zhao pointed to the smaller one and said.

"This stone is Talas!" Then pointing to the larger one, he said, "This is Balasagon."

After speaking, Zhang Zhao drew a line on the ground connecting the two cities with his fingers.

"Master, please see that the distance between these two places is about [-] miles, and there are many high mountains and valleys in between, so it is difficult to transport. If the Persian army comes from Talas, it will be difficult to transport food.

He must have the heart to collect food along the way. If the master can persuade the people who are three or four hundred miles away from Balasagon to evacuate to the east of Balasagon, take away those who can be taken away, and those who cannot be taken away. Burning and cutting off the food source of the Persian army on the way, this is a plan to fortify the wall and clear the country.

Then, when the Persian army arrived at the city of Balasagun, there would be a shortage of food, so they would definitely storm the city in order to break through Balasagun and obtain military food.

Urgent matters are not conducive to long-term battles, and there must be no time to make large-scale siege equipment, and the difficulty of siege will naturally double.

At this time, the master led the whole residents to resist desperately, while I led people into and out of the western mountains and forests to cut off the Persian army's food road, harassing them day and night, killing people and leaving.

If Bala Sagon can persist for a month, the morale of the army will inevitably be unstable, and the only option is to withdraw the army if it cannot be attacked for a long time.

At that time, I will do my best to chase after them, and I will definitely make the Persian army out of ten!

At that time, not to mention defending Bala Sagon, even counterattacking Talas and Baishui Hucheng will be a piece of cake. "

Titesigu looked at Zhang Zhao with a complicated expression, but he was not as ecstatic as he imagined.

"The Duke of the county once said that he would "strengthen the wall and clear the country" and "resist desperately." You can see what price the people of Balasagun will have to pay for these two words!

After finishing speaking, he sighed, "Forget it! Forget it! If you want to drive away the jackals, there's no reason why you won't be injured. Don't worry, the county magistrate, Titesigu will try his best to arrange it.

However, if this effect is to be achieved, the monks of the Great Qin Nestorian Church must cooperate.

But recently they are already preparing to retreat, and the poor monk can't persuade them. Perhaps only the county magistrate will come forward and talk to the two Nestorian masters about the friendship of the same clan, which may impress them! "

"Master can't persuade you, so what do I, a person from afar, wait! Master, what did you say? I have a fellowship with the two Nestorian masters?"

Zhang Zhao was startled suddenly. Yesterday he felt that Xuan Qing, the majestic Nestorian, looked very much like a Han Chinese.

Is it?

"Don't the Duke know?" Titexigu looked at Zhang Zhao in surprise.

"The poor monk heard that the Duke of the county is Tang'er from Dunhuang. Among the three great virtues of Nestorianism in Balasagun, Wei Yi and Prudence are both Tang'er from Shule!"

　Dear book friends, starting from today, the update has been changed, from three updates per day, each update is [-]+, to two updates per day, each update is about [-] words. In this case, the plot should be more coherent. .

　　
　
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