Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

No matter how much Xuanzang lamented the passing of spring and autumn, or how much he pitied these Indian Buddhists who were unaware of the impending calamity,

The orders of the Embroidered Uniform Guard were not to be questioned.

He could not disobey the orders of the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty in the slightest.

"Haha, monk, don't Taoists always say it's better to die for a fellow Taoist than for yourself? These days, it's just Indian monks dying, which is better than our Tang Dynasty monks dying, isn't it?"

Lu Wenhu's way of speaking has never been well-liked.

The direct and sarcastic remarks prompted Xuanzang to chant a Buddhist mantra once again.

“Amitabha! Lu Wenhu, Buddhism and Taoism are different; we aim to save all sentient beings!”

He didn't give Lu Wenhu another chance to interrupt and argue, and then turned to look at Zheng Wuyang who was standing to the side.

"Commander Zheng, if we want to use the power of the Harsha Dynasty to weaken Tibet, we first need to gain the trust of the Harsha Dynasty... Do you have a way to do that?"

Zheng Wuyang cursed inwardly.

Method?

There's absolutely no way to solve this!

He didn't bring many people with him this time. The Buddhist warrior monks that Xuanzang had brought before had all been sent out to conduct various investigations.

Now, the only ones we can truly rely on are those three.

Seeing his expression, Xuanzang already understood.

Recite the Buddha's name once more.

Just as the group was descending Mount Lingjiu and hadn't yet decided where to go, Xuanzang suddenly spoke up.

"Commander Zheng, if I were to raise an army for you, I wonder if you could defeat the Tibetan cavalry?"

Lu Wenhu and Zheng Wuyang both stopped in their tracks instantly.

They all looked at Xuanzang with surprise and doubt.

Xuanzang put his hands together in prayer.

“During this period of my travels, I have been debating and seeking enlightenment in various temples, and I have not come away empty-handed.”

He pointed to Lingjiu Mountain behind him.

"At least, I still have some affinity with Buddhism here, and the monks and nuns here give me some face..."

Zheng Wuyang and Lu Wenhu stared wide-eyed, realizing what was happening.

Lu Wenhu: "You wouldn't be thinking of... Lavrov soldiers, would you?"

Xuanzang chanted the Buddha's name again, his expression calm and serene, exuding a sense of peace and righteousness.

"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Lu, you are mistaken..."

Zheng Wuyang grabbed Lu Wenhu, who had raised his fist, and listened to Xuanzang talking to himself.

"Our Buddha is compassionate, but there are also wrathful Vajras who subdue demons and monsters. This is not an act of killing, but a great act of kindness, to universally save all people..."

"Alright, alright, that's enough! How many people can you bring out!"

Xuanzang's rambling on and on about these hypocritical nonsense was so tedious that even the usually patient Zheng Wuyang couldn't stand it anymore.

He waved his hands repeatedly, interrupting her.

Xuanzang pursed his lips.

After a moment's thought, he clasped his hands together and said, "This is a meritorious deed of immeasurable value. There are many devout men and women in India, and countless believers will be willing to join us in exorcising demons."

Got it!

Zheng Wuyang couldn't help but roll his eyes. This guy had already been beaten countless times by Lu Wenhu for this kind of unclear speech.

But he remained incorrigible.

However, he can't think of any way to complete the mission right now.

Since Xuanzang was so confident, he had no choice but to follow his arrangements.

During this period, Xuanzang, along with the two others, began to revisit the temples and cities where they had previously stayed.

He met countless monks and nuns who seemed to be very famous in the area, and visited countless city lords.

Zheng Wuyang, who had initially thought it was just a last-ditch effort, was surprised to find that it had only been a little over half a month.

A team of over 12,000 people had already been assembled.

stunned.

He swallowed hard and pulled Xuanzang, who had just bid farewell to several local monks and nuns, aside.

"How did you convince them? Did you explain it to them clearly? This is about going to war..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the "soldiers" not far away, who were in groups of four or five, clasping their hands together and exchanging words.

Somewhat unbelievable.

Xuanzang said calmly, "Amitabha, I have explained it very clearly. These Buddhist monks from India are also aware of the dangers involved. However... if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Lu Wenhu clicked his tongue in amazement.

However, upon closer inspection, these monks and nuns, who were already far more fair-skinned than ordinary civilians, were a different story.

But then I started to feel a bit troubled.

"These people probably haven't even touched a sword in their lives, have they? Expecting them to fight against the Tibetan cavalry?"

Lu Wenhu was also a man well-versed in military strategy and experienced the great battle against the Turks.

Military formations and tactics were commonplace for him, but he never imagined that these guys would be a match for the Tibetan cavalry.

Not to mention, these were Tibetan cavalrymen equipped with the fine steel armor and weapons of the Tang Dynasty.

Xuanzang remained calm.

The words he spoke sent a chill down the spines of both Zheng Wuyang and Lu Wenhu, both members of the Imperial Guards from prominent families.

"Those who possess Buddha-nature, whose thoughts are imbued with Buddha-spirit, and whose hearts hold the sacred Dharma, will surely be protected by the Buddha after witnessing hell!"

The two took a deep breath.

Doesn't this translate to... that even in death, one is considered Buddha's?

"hiss!!!"

Lu Wenhu clicked his tongue in amazement.

"You, Xuanzang, with your kind and gentle face, how could you have such a vicious and venomous heart?"

Xuanzang: "Amitabha, Benefactor Lu, this humble monk does not understand what you are saying..."

Lu Wenhu, who would normally raise his fist to punch Xuanzang whenever he heard him call him "Benefactor Lu," surprisingly showed no intention of making a move when he heard this disliked address.

The Tibetan Empire and the Harsha Dynasty fought several major battles.

Despite the resounding victories, the supply line problem ultimately forced Songtsen Gampo to send a portion of his forces, along with spoils of war and slaves, back to Tibet.

He then led the remaining half of his troops and abandoned the attack on the large cities.

Instead, they focused their attention on smaller towns and villages.

Their rampage of burning, killing, and looting transformed the Tibetan cavalry into something resembling demons from hell.

In order to allow the soldiers to vent their negative emotions from the killing, and to further exacerbate the numerous crimes committed against Harsha women, Xuanzang brought over 12,000 monks with him.

They were so angry that their bodies trembled.

"Unforgivable... These beasts don't even deserve to go to hell (Sanskrit)."

"Amitabha Buddha, they are all Asuras, who poison this world and bring only slaughter to people (Sanskrit)."

"......"

At this moment, in this village.

Apart from a dozen or so women who were clearly barely breathing and had been violated countless times.

There were almost no survivors left.

Among the monks, several highly respected senior monks knelt down and devoutly recited Buddhist scriptures for the salvation of these poor and suffering people.

As the light that symbolized life in the eyes of several women completely faded away.

At this moment, Zheng Wuyang and Lu Wenhu could clearly feel that the aura of the more than 10,000 monks had undergone a tremendous change.

The several highly respected monks came before Xuanzang and spoke in Sanskrit a language that the two could not understand.

After Xuanzang replied with a few words and recited a Buddhist chant,

Then he led the group away, seemingly leaving them a space to be alone.

Xuanzang looked at Zheng Wuyang and the other man with a complicated expression, making the two men's scalps tingle.

"Why are you looking at us like that? What did those bald monks just say?"

Lu Wenhu asked nervously.

Xuanzang took a deep breath and looked at Zheng Wuyang, who was frowning.

“They said they would seek weapons from the surrounding city lords and that they were willing to accept our command, but... you two must also become monks.”

"What?!" Zheng Wuyang and Lu Wenhu were both shocked.

"Become a monk?! By what right?!" Lu Wenhu shouted.

Xuanzang said helplessly, "They said that as Buddhists, even if they killed or were killed by the Asuras of Tibet, it was not considered a violation of the precepts, because they were saving all sentient beings and it was a great merit."

“But you are not Buddhists. If you kill, you will be no different from the Tibetans, and they will not accept your commands…”

This time.

Both of them were so shocked by the thought process of these damned Indian monks that they didn't know what to say.

Xuanzang never expected to encounter this situation.

Seeing that the two were silent, he quietly added a sentence.

"They also require you to begin learning the language of India..."

"Damn it!" Lu Wenhu cursed.

Touching his hair, Lu Wenhu, the son of the second branch of the Lu family in Fanyang, was fond of military affairs and was regarded as a brute by many ladies of noble families.

But with his imposing physique and long hair adorned with a crown, if he were to don armor, who wouldn't say "General, you are mighty!"

The thought of having my head shaved, just like those bald monks, having to mutter "Ami Tofu" every day...

Lu Wenhu couldn't help but shudder.

however.

Before he could shake his head in refusal, Zheng Wuyang, who was standing beside him, pondered for a moment.

"If we also become monks, will they really obey our commands?"

Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said, "A monk does not lie."

"Alright! Then I'll shave my head and become a monk!"

Lu Wenhu was shocked, but then he saw Zheng Wuyang roll his eyes and punch him in the shoulder.

"Brother, have you forgotten how difficult it is to verify the ordination certificates of monks and nuns in our Great Tang Dynasty? If we shave our heads and put on a monk's robe in the Harsha Dynasty, the Great Tang Dynasty will have to recognize us as monks and nuns when we return?"

"Is military merit more important or hair?"

"Uncle and Aunt, are the lives of the rest of your second branch of the family more important, or is your reputation more important?"

"You and I are now members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard; let's not forget what our true purpose is in coming here!"

Lu Wenhu stamped his foot and closed his eyes tightly.

"shave!"

This is the end.

In this village of Harsha, where pits are dug everywhere to bury corpses and to perform rituals for the dead.

Under the witness of Xuanzang and the guidance of several eminent monks from the Indian Buddhist community, Lu Wenhu and Zheng Wuyang, members of the Lu family of Fanyang and the Zheng family of Xingyang respectively, were present.

Her black hair slipped down her head.

The painful ordination scars were then applied to their heads.

Zheng Wuyang and the other man looked at Xuanzang, who was clearly trying to suppress his laughter, and both of their mouths twitched.

Lu Wenhu viciously grabbed the other man's neck.

"You'd better get these bald monks under our command, otherwise..."

Xuanzang: "Amitabha, Master Fuhu, you are now also the bald monk you once spoke of."

"grass!!!"

"Master Fuhu, you have broken the precepts! You have broken the precept against anger!"

Lu Wenhu grinned maliciously: "Wrong! I, your grandfather, have broken the precept against lust!"