Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Inside the ancient and mysterious Potala Palace, a highly respected old monk sat there.

Like a towering mountain, his presence fills the entire palace with a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Secret orders and decrees came like snowflakes, and after being passed on by the lamas, they quickly spread to every corner of the surrounding area.

These lamas shouldered an important mission. They needed to go deep into the countryside and organize the surrounding landlords of all sizes to form a powerful force.

However, all this was already expected by He Daqing.

He was fully aware of the complexity of the situation and the cunning of his opponents, so he had already made careful arrangements.

The main passages around Lhasa are tightly controlled by Basang's well-trained militia.

They not only guarded the main roads, but also left the winding paths intact.

Any lama who attempts to deliver information will face a severe test once he falls into their hands.

When these lamas were captured, they were asked a crucial question:

"Do you believe in Venerable Moko?"

This question hangs like a sharp sword over every lama's head.

If they choose to believe in Venerable Moko, there may still be a glimmer of hope;

But if they express doubt or refuse, then the only way waiting for them is to meet the Buddha.

Under the earnest teachings of Venerable Moko, many captured lamas finally chose to believe He Daqing.

After all, most people are afraid of death, and when faced with a life-or-death choice, they tend to choose survival.

However, those lamas who claim to preach Buddhism and encourage people to be good on a daily basis may not truly believe in the Buddha themselves.

All they pursued was power, wealth and enjoyment. In the name of Buddha, they occupied other people's wives and daughters and exploited landlords and serfs to their heart's content.

This kind of hypocrisy and greed makes one sigh at the complexity of human nature.

The Buddha they speak of may just be a tool to deceive others, but deep down in their hearts, they do not have the slightest reverence for him.

Otherwise, they would not indulge their selfish desires so unscrupulously and deviate from the true meaning of Buddhism.

In the name of Buddha, one takes other people's wives and daughters.

Using the majesty of Buddha, living people are transformed into various magical instruments.

It can be said that the two colors of the Potala Palace are completely made of the flesh and blood of Tibetan serfs.

White is the bones of Tibetan serfs!

Red is the blood of Tibetan serfs!

Doing the most vicious things and pretending to be compassionate.

The ultimate evil under hypocrisy!

Without the lamas' remote control, the landlords around Lhasa were like headless flies.

Many landlords spontaneously united and got some primitive bows and arrows and spears.

At most, he had a few homemade guns, which he distributed to his serfs in an attempt to fight against He Daqing's heavenly soldiers.

These serfs were enslaved mentally by the lamas and physically by the landlords.

In their opinion, if you resist the landlords and lamas, you will go to hell.

Anyone who is disrespectful to the lama and disloyal to the landlord.

These serfs would become loyal dogs of the landlords, madly biting serfs of the same class.

Those who are most cruel to the serf class are often these diehard elements.

But everything is in vain.

He Daqing is not a good person, and the militiamen under Basang have no conscience.

If you dare to try to stop a chariot with your bare hands and refuse to change, then die.

The old bald donkey was like an ant on hot pot, constantly sending out various lamas.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer lamas in the Potala Palace, the old bald man even wanted to take action himself and deceive the people in Lhasa.

As soon as I walked out of the Potala Palace, I saw hundreds of unfamiliar lamas looking at me with a half-smile.

These lamas are obviously not of the same kind as him.

From their eyes, the old bald donkey saw ridicule, mockery, resentment, jealousy, and even greed.

There is no trace of respect.

There is no need to think about it, they are the so-called Moko Lama's subordinates.

The old bald man felt like the sky was falling. Has this world gone crazy?

Why don't they believe me?

I am the most honorable lama, the reincarnation of Guanyin Living Buddha.

Damn it, they all deserve to die for not believing in Buddhism.

After that damned Moke Lama dies, I will make sure to turn all these non-Buddhist lamas into ritual instruments.

Human skin is used to make drums, skulls are used to make wine vessels, and leg bones are used to make horns...

The old bald man entertained himself for a long time but still did not dare to leave the palace. He returned to the Potala Palace alone.

The whole of Lhasa seemed relatively calm on the surface, but secretly, things were turbulent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the local government even approached the Party Working Committee and put forward various conditions, requiring the border guards to suppress the thugs headed by He Daqing.

The Party Working Committee had already received the notice and was fully cooperating with all of He Daqing's actions. How could they believe the lies of the local government?

These landlords have always been hypocritical and colluding with foreign forces.

Now that we have a way to deal with them, is there any doubt about who the Party Working Committee will support?

Once Moko Lama has dealt with the old bald donkey, the local government will not be able to win the hearts of the people.

By then, the bandit problem in the snowy plateau would naturally be cured without any medicine.

Perhaps there will still be a small number of stubborn bandits. He Daqing naturally has medicine for them. Isn’t gunpowder also medicine?

Every day that the old bald donkey spent in the Potala Palace was quite tormenting.

It seemed as if in the next second, someone would break into the palace and throw him into the Snow Prison, where all those terrible torture instruments would be inflicted on him.

The old bald man even began to distrust the lama who served him.

He felt that they would betray him at any time, so he tied him up and sent him to Moke Lama.

In agony, the old bald man became thinner day by day.

When he appeared before the world again, the lamas in front of the Potala Palace almost did not recognize him.

It is really hard to imagine that this old man with deep eye sockets and sagging skin is the once so arrogant old bald man.

The old bald man may have figured it out. If he sticks his head out, he will be killed. If he keeps his head down, he will also be killed.

Since they haven't made any moves against me yet, I should be able to play some role.

Seeing that the old bald donkey had surrendered, the lamas finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They were assigned here by He Daqing, and were forced to stand every day as punishment and pretend to be hermit monks, which was very tiring.

The lamas left the old bald man with a last bit of dignity.

"Moko is immeasurable!

Old bald donkey, since you know you are wrong, the Venerable will give you a chance to reform.

Come with me..."

In a dilapidated earthen house, the old bald man met He Daqing.

He Daqing rode on the tiger, looking down at the old bald donkey as if he were looking at a clown.

"Old bald donkey, I will only ask you once, do you want to live or die?"

Given a chance to survive, the old bald man was unwilling to die and answered immediately.

“Live, I want to live.

Please give me some guidance, Your Excellency."

"very good!

Come into the house with me..."

Inside the house, He Daqing took out a few books and threw them to the old bald man.

Take these scriptures home and study them carefully.

If you can learn a little bit, you can take the position of the chief lama.

The old bald man took one and opened his eyes wide.

As expected of a scripture instructed by Moko Lama, it is truly unique.

All I saw were a few large characters written in a flamboyant style on the book.

"Oath of Admission of Young Pioneers".

Several other scriptures follow the same formula, such as Das Kapital and The Socialist Utopia.

Seeing that the old bald man's brain was not very clear, He Daqing reached out and patted him on his bald head a few times.

"Old man, if there is anything you don't understand, go to the secretary of the Party Working Committee and he will explain it to you."

The old bald donkey was completely confused. Is this also considered a scripture?

This Living Buddha has lived his entire life, how come he didn’t know about this kind of sutra?

Even if there really is a Buddha, I would like to ask him loudly.

Buddha, do you know the “Young Pioneers’ Oath”?

He even asked me to go to the secretary of the Party Working Committee to preach. Could it be that he also knows Buddhism?

After taking a look at the half-smiled Venerable Moko, the old bald donkey lowered his noble head despite being unwilling in his heart.

"I have also met Secretary Chen. I am humbled by his attainments in Buddhism..."

He Daqing nodded with satisfaction, patted the old bald donkey's bald head and praised:

"good!

You bald ass, you have some wisdom..."