Siheyuan, don't yell at me

In this ancient and mysterious land, there are three completely different characters:

Lamas, landlords and serfs.

The lamas enjoy high status and endless wealth, and they greedily occupy social resources;

The landlords, on the other hand, relied on their power and wealth to live a luxurious life.

The poor serfs, like cattle and horses that had been brainwashed for thousands of years, silently endured the suffering.

Faced with such a complicated and difficult situation, He Daqing fell into deep worry.

Just when he was at his wits' end, a long-lost voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Ding~National Destiny System activated!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of strange information flooded into He Daqing's mind like a tide.

In an instant, he understood what this so-called national destiny system was all about.

It turned out that the imperial seal had actually devoured a portion of the power of the Tatar system!

Now, He Daqing can purchase various items in the system mall by consuming national fortune points.

The way to obtain national fortune points is also very simple. As long as he does something beneficial for China, he will get corresponding rewards.

Currently, the national fortune value has accumulated to 1221, but the country's prosperity is still in the poverty stage.

What is even more worrying is that if the national fortune value drops below 1000, the prosperity will drop to extreme poverty, and the Tatar system will then bring serious danger of backlash.

"Ding~ The National Destiny System senses that the host is in Tibet!

Intelligent recommendation: Tibetan proficiency, which consumes 1 national fortune value.

After hearing the system prompt, He Daqing decided without hesitation to spend 1 national fortune value to purchase this skill.

After all, he is well aware of the truth that "sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood" - investing a little money in learning Tibetan now will surely bring him dozens or even hundreds of times the return in the future.

He Daqing was secretly thinking:

As long as we can wipe out all the bandits in this land, what does a mere national fortune value matter?

And now that I have mastered Tibetan, the next actions will become much easier.

No matter how strong a fortress is, it can often be breached from the inside. Thinking of this, He Daqing couldn't help but smile.

The next morning, as soon as the sky turned pale, He Daqing couldn't wait to ride his horse and head out of the city.

At this moment, he had changed into a new outfit, wearing a dog-skin hat and a Tibetan robe, looking like a genuine local rich man.

As the sun gradually rose, He Daqing's sinister smile became more and more obvious, as if he was looking forward to what was going to happen next...

Old Ma walked on the winding path for more than three hours.

A small group of low and dilapidated buildings appeared at the foot of the mountain.

The purpose of this trip is Gyantse Village.

He Daqing put the two horses into the space and followed suit.

A few minutes later, He Daqing appeared again, wearing a different outfit.

He was wearing a red monk's robe with a bright yellow silk scarf wrapped around his left shoulder.

Wearing a lama hat, He Daqing immediately looked extremely noble.

Especially the big tiger under He Daqing's crotch, which makes He Daqing look sacred and invincible.

If there really is a Buddha in the world, he must be He Daqing before us.

A rattle that He Shengjun was tired of playing with appeared in He Daqing's hand. This was He Daqing's magic weapon.

The serfs who were grazing looked at the shivering yaks, all with puzzled expressions on their faces.

This kind of situation has never happened before, and I have never even heard of it.

You have to know that yaks are not easy to mess with. Even facing horse-faced bears and snow leopards, yaks don't take them seriously.

The answer was soon revealed. A lama in red suddenly appeared on the side of the mountain, riding on a huge tiger and looking down at the serfs indifferently.

The serfs screamed in panic.

"Arhat! He is actually the Subduing Tiger Arhat!

I have seen this holy Bodhisattva in a picture before! I have also had the honor of meeting him in person, and he is exactly the same.

The Bodhisattva has appeared, the Bodhisattva has appeared! "

"Quick, quick, kneel down and pay homage to the Bodhisattva!

Danba, your daughter has just reached her first period, don't forget to offer her to Fu Hu Luohan later..."

He Daqing looked at the group of serfs kneeling on the ground begging for mercy and worshipping him, and his heart was filled with unspeakable complacency and pride.

He felt extremely satisfied and proud of the image he presented at the moment.

Immediately afterwards, He Daqing rode the tiger and soon arrived near the serfs.

"Amitabha Buddha!

Let’s all get up!

All beings are born equal!

No need to kneel down to me!

As long as you have a pious heart, it will be fine! "

When the serfs heard this, they were deeply moved and had even more respect for the Buddha's compassion. They prostrated themselves on the ground to show their even greater respect.

"Venerable Fu Hu is above!

I am your most loyal believer!

I am willing to give everything for you!"

“Venerable Fu Hu!

If you need a ritual, my skin, my bones, my blood, my flesh are always at your disposal..."

“Venerable Fu Hu!

I have two daughters, both of whom are at the most suitable age to use ritual instruments!

Please take them away, Your Excellency..."

He Daqing frowned when he heard this, it seemed like they thought I was looking for a living person to make a magic weapon.

What the hell, what did the lamas here do in the past? They were always willing to sacrifice everything, including their blood, flesh, and bones, even their daughters.

Compared to those cannibals in the United States, this is what we call eating people without leaving any bones.

Not only does it enslave people's bodies, it also enslaves their spirits. This is the most vicious thing in the world.

He Daqing sighed, signaled his mount Dahuang to lie down, got off the tiger's back, and slowly walked towards the serfs.

The serfs huddled close to the ground, their bodies trembling slightly, not daring to even breathe.

In addition to excitement, what I feel more is probably fear.

This was also the method used by the lamas to control the serfs, by making up lies about enjoying happiness in the afterlife to give the serfs hope.

Then they used the most cruel, vicious, and bloody sacrifices and punishments to instill fear in the serfs.

He Daqing squatted down, placed his hand gently on the top door of a serf, and spoke slowly.

“My followers!

I feel the trembling in your soul!

Are you afraid of me?"

"Venerable Fu Hu is above!

Believers, believers dare not! "

"Look up at me!"

The serfs dared not disobey He Daqing's order and could only slowly raise their heads.

The Buddha in front of me had a full forehead and a wealthy face.

The warm smile, set against the backdrop of the cold snow-capped mountains, is so compassionate.

He Daqing's fingertips gently touched the serf's eyebrows.

"Amitabha Buddha!

My devout believer!

Tashi Delek! "

Then He Daqing, not wanting to bother, lightly tapped the forehead of each believer with his fingertips.

He repeated the words "Tashi Delek" just now, bringing good luck and fortune to every serf.