Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing was like a rough man, sweeping through towns and villages in a simple and rough manner.

As the team grew larger, it immediately attracted the attention of the border guards.

He Daqing brought Dolanbasang and took the initiative to contact the border guards.

With Basang's deliberate compromise, the border guards accepted Basang's goodwill.

Basang was given a militia organization and a political commissar was sent to help Basang build his team.

With the addition of regular troops, He Daqing's men were transformed into the Tiger Militia.

The lamas and landlords in Shigatse were in a constant state of anxiety.

They noticed the changes in the surrounding towns and villages and wanted to seek help from foreign forces.

But all the troops sent out disappeared without bringing back any news.

Not only that, the same thing happened to the people they sent to Lhasa for help, with no news either.

They felt like trapped animals in a trap, and the hunter would arrive in the next second.

Helpless, they could only ask for help from the border guards and promise various conditions.

But how could the border guards fall into their trap? If it weren’t for these traitors, how could they have been attacked by foreign forces and lost so many comrades?

With just a few words, they were blocked and sent back.

This is a conflict among you Tibetans yourself. I believe that your local government is capable of resolving the problem on its own.

This day has finally arrived.

At the southern end of Shigatse, at the foot of the white Mount Sumeru, there is a magnificent temple in front of the Tashilhunpo Monastery.

He Daqing rode a big tiger, with dozens of lamas in bright clothes and riding horses, and thousands of Tibetan militiamen behind him.

Behind them were the herdsmen who came to watch the fun.

He Daqing shouted something to Basang.

"Go, tell the highest lama in the temple to come out and pay homage to the deity."

"Yes, Venerable Moko!"

Basang nodded in agreement, waved his hand and brought more than 20 strong men to knock on the door.

The lamas of Tashilhunpo Monastery, seeing the scene before them, naturally did not dare to stop it.

He opened the palace door and let Basang in.

Basang had a smooth journey all the way to the main hall halfway up the mountain.

A lama in red was sitting on the high platform in the main hall, looking directly at Basang.

Against the backdrop of the palace, it is obviously majestic and sacred.

"Basang, don't you believe in Buddhism?"

Basang looked solemn and bowed to the lama on the platform with his hands clasped together.

"Moko is immeasurable!

The Fuhu Venerable is outside the temple, please ask the Panchen Lama to come and receive him personally."

In Tibetan Buddhism, the Panchen Lama is the incarnation of Amitabha, that is, the incarnation of Buddha. One can imagine how lofty his status is.

Judging from the Buddhist teachings alone, the Panchen Lama is the undisputed leader of Tibetan Buddhism.

The Dalai Lama is the incarnation of Avalokitesvara, who governs the front Tibet and holds political and religious power.

For Tibetans, the Dalai Lama's influence is much greater than that of the Panchen Lama.

The Panchen Lama was just one sentence away from uttering the national curse, if he could.

You should know that Lao Tzu represents Amitabha Buddha.

It’s ok for an unknown wild lama to show up as the Tiger-Subduing Arhat, but he also wants me to go and pick him up?

This is really unreasonable!

The Panchen Lama sat on a high platform and spoke lightly.

"Basang, let him come to see me!"

Basang performed another Buddhist salute.

“Panchen Lama, His Holiness Mokho’s patience is limited.

follow me! "

"How dare you disrespect Buddha!

Aren't you afraid of falling into the endless hellfire?"

"Ha ha!

Endless Hellfire?

Coincidentally, the Boundless Hell of Fire is ruled by our Venerable Moka, so I am not afraid of it.

I am the chief loyal follower of Venerable Moko!

Old man, I'm giving you face, right?

Do you still dare to play tricks on Grandpa Basang?

There is only one living Buddha Lama in the world, and he is our Venerable Moka.

Who do you think you are? You are just a manure-making machine with a vain reputation.

Haha!

This sentence was said by our Venerable Moko."

After Basang finished speaking, without waiting for the Panchen Lama to say another word, he reached out and grabbed one of the Panchen Lama's feet and pulled the Panchen Lama down from the platform.

He reached out and slapped the Panchen Lama hard, making him dizzy.

Although Basang had only been with He Daqing for a month or two, he had already learned some of He Daqing's principles of doing things.

"Old man, if you dare to disrespect Master Moke again, I will treat you to peanuts right now.

Of course, you can also choose to eat peanuts now.

If you can eat ten peanuts without dying, I will let you go, how about that? "

After Basang finished speaking, he raised the rifle in his hand.

The Panchen Lama's head was buzzing from the beating, and when he saw the fire poker in Basang's hand, he realized the truth.

This group of people don't take him, the Panchen Lama, seriously at all.

Just like the Potala Palace and the Dalai Lama's clan.

Seeing that the Panchen Lama was not leaving, Basang reached out and patted the Panchen Lama's bald head again.

"Old man, hurry up!"

The Panchen Lama had never suffered such humiliation, but seeing the sly smile on Basang's face and his raised hand, he backed down.

The towering snow-capped mountains and the magnificent square in front of the Tashilhunpo Monastery.

He Daqing sat on the tiger and watched Basang and his brothers escort a lama out.

Basang slapped the Panchen Lama on the top of his head with a big hat and cursed:

“Old man!

Kneel down!

Why don't you pay homage to Venerable Moka?"

Without waiting for the Panchen Lama to speak, two Tibetan militiamen kicked the Panchen Lama on the knee and forced him to kneel on the ground.

He Daqing nodded slightly, enjoying the Panchen Lama's kneeling worship, and then he spoke slowly:

"You, don't believe in Buddhism!"

The Panchen Lama was kneeling. He looked up and saw He Daqing sitting on the tiger. He shuddered for no reason.

Is there really a Buddha in this world?

Why didn’t the previous Panchen Lama tell me?

Fake, it must be fake.

The previous Panchen Lama told me that Buddha is just a means to fool the world by pretending to be a god. Where does the Buddha come from?

Since everyone makes a living by playing tricks, why do you act so superior?

If there is a Buddha, I am the Panchen Lama, I am the Buddha, and I am the supreme Amitabha.

Thinking of this, the Panchen Lama became excited again and loudly refuted.

"I am the Buddha, the supreme Amitabha!

Why should we believe in Buddhism? "

He Daqing took a look and thought, old thing, you dare to play word games with me.

Hard-spoken, right?

A move of the hand.

"Oil!"

A bubble of gasoline fell directly from the sky, soaking the Panchen Lama from head to toe.

He Daqing smiled grimly.

"You ignorant evil demon!

You enslave the Buddhist believers, and yet you still dare to claim to be Amitabha Buddha?

Go to Hell and repent!

Fire is coming~"

He Daqing waved his hand, and a scarlet charcoal fell directly on the Panchen Lama's forehead.

The Panchen Lama was instantly engulfed by the raging flames!

The Panchen Lama, who turned into a fire man, also wanted to perform a singing and dancing show.

However, several Tibetan militiamen armed with steel pitchforks pinned it to the spot.