The Yellow River Water comes from the sky, standing at the ferry of Dari, looking at the turbid river water rushing forward, everyone's faces are gone, and watching the goods on the carriage be moved away bit by bit, they are bleeding with pain.

The river crossing fee of several broken ships actually asked for one-quarter of the goods on their car in exchange. There was no problem here, so the genius believed it.

The chariots were left to the tribesmen of the Maqin tribe who had let him stay last night. The ferry opposite would cost them some of the expenses for buying horses. The rainy season has already emerged, and riding a horse and wading has become a delusion. They have to endure that others are cutting the body a few times. Although it hurts, at least they will not lose their lives. In Wu Yonglin's opinion, such a deal is actually worth it. Compared with the boatman's cold blood, everyone in the Maqin tribe has shown reluctance to them.

A Tubo woman with red skin on the plateau, tall and pretty looks showed great nostalgia for Luo Pingyang next to her. If Luo Pingyang asked her to go with these people at this time, she would probably agree. Wu Yonglin glanced at Luo Pingyang who was dodging with him, and smiled for a moment of meaning. Luo Pingyang blushed even more violently.

When eating meat by yourself, you have to give the people below the people. Before Zhang Hu left, he had already taken down Hongxiu, and Mao Zixing also had a new home. Let’s look at Cuomli and Luo Pingyang. These roosters will not let their lives have such a little fun. Wu Yonglin was afraid that they would follow Cuomhun’s old path.

The enthusiasm of the Tubo tribes is famous. These iron-clad men have been following him for storms and wind, so they should relax appropriately. In this way, the trip to Lhasa can give everyone a little buffer. Wu Yonglin said so calmly that King Yundan completely released Princess Rouge this time. Only King Yundan himself knew what he was meant by. Wu Yonglin thought to himself that the old boy must be ready to humiliate himself.

Jingyan was still very popular with the chiefs, so they called out their wives and daughters to accompany them. Luo Pingyang was confused at that time. When the chiefs and leaders saw their women reaching their hands into the chests of Cuomuli and others, the people just laughed. He was drunk and naturally was taken away by a Tubo woman. That night, he wanted to say to his relatives at home: 'Dad, mom, I finally became a man.'

When the man with a shaved head was introduced to the chief, those people knew that this was the leader of the Salt Caravan. Looking at his frowning face, they were furious by his annoyance.

"The King of Yundan in Lhasa put a lot of pressure on us. If we don't restore our original salt price, he will send troops to attack us, and the fine salt can only be provided for them to eat in the future. Chief, this time, the reason why I came here specifically is not only to congratulate King Yundan for marrying his daughter, but also to notify you that in the future, everyone can only find King Yundan to buy salt."

Perhaps the chiefs and leaders of these tribes felt that they were not strong enough, so they beat the table with a fist, then lifted up a full tank of horse milk wine in front of them and started drinking. The originally chewed lamb legs seemed to have lost their original taste. They took a few bites and threw them onto the plate.

"We have informed the tribes of Aba, Xinghai, and Tongde one after another. They also showed the same indignation and the same helplessness. In fact, if you..." Whether the chief listened to Wu Yonglin's words, it no longer mattered. Some things cannot be interfered with. They will ask the wisest elders in the tribe to discuss it, and finally take this decision as their own decision.

Looking at Wu Yonglin's back gradually fading away, the chief closed his eyes. He urgently needed to calm down at this time. Now the two tribes are comparing strength. It is impossible to form an alliance. He couldn't swallow the anger of King Yun Dan. He was now in a dilemma.

"Master Huineng, what do you think?" the chief asked to an inconspicuous Tubo man in a coarse thread shirt in the corner.

They no longer remember this monk named Huineng. They only remember that this guy named Huineng not only knows how to recite scriptures, but also cure diseases. This is much more useful than the monk who used to drink and eat meat after a few days of sending him here.

The tribe members who were so painful that they were cured after drinking a bowl of dark green juice. A Tubo man who fell off his horse injured his feet. He treated him and tied him a wooden board. He did not leave any sequelae. In the past, such people would become a cripple in the short time. There were countless examples of this kind. In addition to the chief, Master Huineng became the most popular person in this tribe.

Master Huineng now has a bunch of heads on his head. Although he no longer looks like a monk, he has always retained the habit of not eating meat. He always says: "Man is doing it, God is watching, and Buddha is always in his heart."

This has gained the respect of the tribe chief and everyone. Over time, more and more people have studied Buddhism with him. Even the chief has become a believer of Huineng. They will discuss the Dharma of the chaotic sentient beings together, and will discuss the current problems together. At some critical moments, they hope that Huineng will give him some advice.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Now the chief enjoys the deliciousness of salt when sprinkled with roasted lamb and delivered to his mouth, crispy and fragrant. There is also a faint sweetness when he savors it in his mouth. He knows that this kind of thing can easily destroy his fighting spirit, but he just can't resist this temptation that is within his fingertips.

His tribe is a large tribe in this area, with countless sheep and cattle and horses. He can afford such fine salt. Even if the price of salt is doubled, his eyelids will not blink. Now he can't help but breathe. Why should I still beg you, King Yundan? What era is this? Do you still think that all Tubo belongs to your family? Just now, you are still 100,000 miles away from you, and you actually reached there. Have you agreed with me?

When Huineng saw the chief with a violent aura, he said quietly: "It's not good for you to do this. I will recite the "Clean Mantra" with me first. We will talk about this matter when you calm down."

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajna Paramita and saw that the five aggregates were empty and all sufferings were overcome. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form; feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also the same. Shariputra is the empty appearance of all dharmas: neither birth nor death, neither dirty nor purity, nor increase or decrease. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no feeling, thinking, action, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound and fragrance. Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra."

After the chief and Huineng recited this Buddhist scripture together, they felt the original anxiety, resentment, and violence swept away, which made him even more respectful to Huineng. After the sound of "Amitabha", he sat cross-legged and waited for Huineng's teachings.

"How about I go to the strongholds of other Tubo tribes for you to see what they think. Do you think this is OK? Buddhism emphasizes following the trend. If you are not able to understand your heart, you will always get sick."
Chapter completed!