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

"Damn bastards! Stay away from my family! I'm an employee of the Great Tang Dynasty in the East. If you dare to cause trouble again, it won't be as simple as just losing an arm!"

"Get out of my house with your bullshit doctrines!"

The sun was high in the sky in Mecca, and the intense sunlight made many people on the streets of Mecca feel irritable, even those wearing sun cloaks.

At that moment, a sudden burst of angry shouts and curses erupted.

Amidst various noises, a rather large-scale mansion came from which passersby looked on with curiosity. They then saw several people dressed in Islamic clothing being roughly driven out of the mansion.

One of them was clutching an arm at an odd angle, clearly broken, and screaming in agony.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

"Every banknote I own is earned through legal business dealings. Do you want to take it from me again like you did before? Try and see what happens!!!"

The owner of the mansion was furious, holding a curved sword with a gold hilt and scabbard.

Behind him were several servants carrying weapons such as metal clubs.

The leader was none other than one of the elders of the Banu Asad family, who were active in the central Arab region and had married into the Qulaish tribe, which was led by Baron Sufyan Qulaish of the Tang Dynasty and had completely sided with the Tang.

"Alem, how dare you be so arrogant, incurring the wrath of Allah! The Tang Dynasty you speak of cannot save you! This is your chance!"

"Take your damn opportunity and get out of my sight, or I'll order someone to find you a burial place that even your God can't find!"

Despite the tanned face of Alem, tanned from the long hours of sun exposure, there was no trace of fear.

Instead, they became even angrier.

Watching these people hurriedly leave after uttering a few harsh words.

The anger on Alem's face vanished, replaced by deep worry.

He glanced in the direction of the black house. These guys under Muhammad seemed to be more and more active lately, and they even dared to come to his residence to preach.

ridiculous!

What can I get by joining you?

Now, thanks to our relationship with the Gulaish tribe, our Banuasad family has reaped considerable rewards after several voyages to capture slaves.

Even the clothes he's wearing now, including his trousers, are made of Eastern silk.

Why would they abandon the Tang Dynasty, give up everything they have now, and join the camp of these guys who talk nonsense all day long?

Without a second thought, Alem made his choice immediately.

However, he couldn't help but think more about it.

Rumors have already spread in Jeddah that Muhammad and the Byzantine emperor apparently held a secret meeting, preparing to join forces against the Tang Dynasty.

After a moment of contemplation, Alem instructed a few servants to keep watch over the mansion, and then led his men in another direction in Mecca.

From afar, they could already hear what sounded like chanting from Indian Buddhist hymns, accompanied by the gradually increasing aroma of incense in the air.

This is a piece of land jointly given up by the old nobles of Mecca.

At this moment, standing tall on the land is a Buddhist temple that is completely out of place with the surrounding buildings.

"Wuzhen Temple..."

There is a 1,000-strong Pygmalion cavalry unit stationed here, as well as a vassal army organized by the servants of the old Meccan nobles, which serves as ordinary security.

Monks and nuns from the Tang Dynasty, dressed in their traditional robes, were preaching in Mecca, the holy city of Islam, just as they had done in the Tang Dynasty.

It's almost no different from defecating or urinating on someone's head.

“Amitabha... Benefactor Alem, it seems that you, like these other benefactors, have encountered trouble.”

Xuanzang, as the abbot of the temple, spoke with a smile.

The language spoken was Arabic, which was a bit difficult to pronounce, but it did not hinder communication.

Beside him, the young monk Bianji served tea to everyone.

Alem turned his head and glanced around. Besides him, several other powerful and influential figures from the Tang Dynasty who had garrisoned Mecca had also arrived here.

He nodded: "Muhammad is now not only preaching in our markets, our horse farms, and among the families of our employees, but he has even gone so far as to send people to my home, attempting to deceive me with those absurd jokes..."

"How could we possibly believe them?! They're trying to fool us with their tricks, just to swindle our money!"

Alem spoke angrily, and everyone around him nodded in agreement.

Someone interrupted at this moment.

“They ruined our business in Medina. We chose to back down and moved to Mecca and Jeddah. Now these guys are trying to devour us and drive us out!”

"Holy Monk, this is unbearable for us. We implore you to guide us through this confusion..."

Everyone clasped their hands together, adopting a devout expression.

Xuanzang also softly uttered a Buddhist chant.

“Amitabha Buddha, dear benefactors, there is no need to worry. The Buddha’s teachings say: Those who do evil may laugh now, but will suffer the consequences later; those who do good may weep now, but will be happy later.”

Xuanzang and many high-ranking members of the Buddhist community have recently been busy translating scriptures into various languages ​​for dissemination. However, this is a massive undertaking.

At this moment, Xuanzang managed to explain the meaning of this passage in Arabic.

All of them nodded, looking as if they had learned something.

After exchanging ideas with the group, Xuanzang's extraordinary abilities and understanding of Buddhist scriptures reassured the Tang Dynasty nobles in Mecca.

After seeing these people off, Xuanzang stood in front of Wuzhen Temple, watching their departing figures, and then glanced once more at the black house that symbolized Islam.

His expression gradually became serious and solemn.

"Amitabha Buddha. Sentient beings are deluded, mistaking suffering for pleasure, impermanence for permanence, impurity for purity, and non-self for self. Like a condemned prisoner singing and dancing before execution, believing their time is short, unaware of their impending death..."

Bianji, standing to the side, looked up in confusion: "Master, what does this mean?"

Xuanzang glanced at him and sighed softly.

“Those who have no Buddha in their hearts have no way to turn back! Bianji, tonight I will write a letter for you. Take a few warrior monks and ride at full speed to Jeddah Port overnight to find your Uncle Fuhu at the Prison Heart Temple.”