i really don't want this system

Chapter 45 Questioning Liang Chen
When Ye Mosheng accepted the system task.

The voice of the middle-aged man continued to sound, unaffected by Ye Mosheng: "Cangyang Gyatso was born in a serf family in the southern part of Tibet. The family believed in Buddhism for generations. He deviated from the scriptures, refused to accept the precepts, disregarded the world, and acted willfully and lost Bodhi. This book He is not worthy of nomination, but because of his status as a Living Buddha, he finally carved the image of a sinner. He is the only celebrity who is not worthy of entering the Hall of Fame."

Ye Mosheng looked at this comment in disbelief.

As an introduction to the world, how painful it must be to be so denigrated.

And the collection of poems in Ye Mosheng's hands happened to stay on a very familiar poem.

how so?
How can it be?

Is it?
I saw that page said
"Lover"

Live in the Potala Palace,

I am the biggest king in the snow.

Wandering on the streets of LS,

I am the most beautiful lover in the world.

It is one of the most famous and influential poems of Cangyang Gyatso in the previous life.

"System prompt: Dasang Wangpo is Cangyang Gyatso, the parallel world is exactly the same except for the five poems."

Life is the most important thing, Ye Mosheng looked at the small group in front of him and thought about it.

"Whoever wrote the comment is talking nonsense." Ye Mosheng pretended to be angry and shouted at the sculpture of Cangyang Gyatso.

Everyone was shocked.

"Young man, do you know who you are talking to?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but face Ye Mosheng's doubts: "I am Liang Chen, a historian at Imperial University, specializing in Tibetan culture. This comment is read by my mentor." Tibetan classics, written after visiting many areas. Young people speak carefully." Expert Liang glanced at the old man behind him, suppressing his anger.

"Speak carefully? Such slander, slander, how can you tell me to speak carefully, why is there no record of Dasang Wangpo's birth and death?"

"Historical reasons can't be traced, but the activity time was during the sixth Living Buddha period," the middle-aged man said loudly.

"As a historian, this is how you treat history. Cangyang Gyatso is not worthy of entering the Hall of Fame? I don't think you are worthy of being a historian?" Ye Mosheng sharply accused.

The crowd was stunned.

Yesterday you were so angry with a six-star master that he vomited blood and fainted.

Today you spray another historian, you are afraid that you will be No.1, so proud!
Ye Mosheng: I don't want to either.

Bai Yu: Why do you keep mentioning me.Isn't I ashamed?

The sporadic two or three reporters at the scene were overjoyed. After the Dasang Wangpo poetry competition ended, they were ruthlessly left to clean up the battlefield. I planned to take some random scenery and make up a business trip, but I didn't expect to drop such a large piece of meat. It's delicious.

He immediately took out the equipment to take a chicken blood sample, turned on the camera and pointed it at Ye Mosheng's group.

Many people even took out their mobile phones, watching the excitement is no big deal.

Liang Chen didn't expect the opponent to be so sharp.

"Young man, messing around and spitting blood"

"A person who can't be sure of life and death and has no exact records, why does his sculpture become a real existence?"

"This? This is recorded in ancient books"

"Records in classics? The Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, and myths and stories are all recorded in classics?"

"Strong words make sense."

"Then do you know this poem?" Ye Mosheng pointed to the poem in his hand and displayed it in front of him.

Read it at close speed:
"Living in the Potala Palace,
I am the biggest king in the snow.

Wandering on the streets of LS,

I am the most beautiful lover in the world. "

"What's wrong with this one?"

"Yeah, it looks normal to me."

Everyone was puzzled, and the two women also looked at Ye Mosheng worriedly. Ye Mosheng has changed a lot in the past two days, full of firepower, but he is really manly and handsome.

"Who doesn't know about Dasang Wangpo's superb poem "The Lover", who is so famous." Seeing Ye Mosheng change the topic, Liang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then please explain this to me, a history expert. If I live in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy region. Who can live in the Potala Palace and who can be the biggest king in the snowy region?"

If what Ye Mosheng said earlier has some truth, but it is only about Dasang Wangpo and has nothing to do with Cangyang Gyatso.

But at this time, it was like a one-hit kill.

"This..." Liang Chen's breath was condensed, it must be, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but his mouth did not relax: "It's just a poem, don't take it seriously."

"It's just a poem. It can't be taken seriously. The poem recorded in the classics is a fake, and Nadasang Wangpo is also fake. They are all fake. How can a back view be taken as real, and how can you explain it?"

"This" middle-aged man was sweating all over his body, and he didn't look at the almanac when he went out today, but there are so many big bosses around, it's not decent to get angry with a kid.

"yes"

"This guy has a point."

"What kind of expert is this, I'm afraid it belongs to the brick family."

"Poetry can't be taken seriously? Then why take it seriously?"

People around were discussing.

As for Mo Yiyi, Ye Ning'er looked at Ye Mosheng in disbelief, especially in Mo Yiyi's impression that Ye Mosheng had always been so taciturn.

"Hmph, we are talking about Cangyang Gyatso, why are you mentioning Dasang Wangbo?" The middle-aged man wiped his sweat and never felt so empty, even if he was in the first clubhouse seven times a night, he was not so empty .

"Then let me tell you and tell everyone here that in the past, one could live in the Potala Palace and be said to be the biggest king in the snowy land. Who else could be there besides the Living Buddha?" Ye Mosheng shouted loudly.Everyone was shocked.

"Isn't it okay for poets to write?" The middle-aged man's voice was very small, even filled with grievances.

"Based on the Tibetan people's respect for the living Buddha, this poem is treason. Opposing the living Buddha is impossible to be praised and spread."

"It seems that there is only one. Dasang Wangpo is actually Cangyang Gyatso, and Cangyang Gyatso is Dasang Wangpo. Only in this way will the people of that era turn a blind eye."

As soon as Ye Mosheng's words fell, it was like a nuclear bomb falling. After a short silence, there were countless people's discussions.

"It makes sense"

"Yeah, why didn't I notice it?"

"That's really the case. According to records, Cangyang Gyatso often escaped and disobeyed the precepts."

"Deviating from the orthodoxy, refusing to take precepts, and disregarding the world. This is a bit similar to Dasang Wangpo. It's just a derogatory term and a maverick."

Sangyang Gyatso and Long Yuan looked at each other and smiled. They are very interesting young people, aren't they?

So many years of hard work were realized by this guy.

Especially in this matter, one is the stain of the whole Tibet, and the other is the pride of the whole Tibet. No one ever thought that it would be the same person.

Who doesn't want to have famous heroes on the monuments in their hometown.

So far, the incident at the Celebrity Plaza in Tibet has sparked discussions among thousands of people in just a few minutes, and soon someone posted the video on the Internet or posted it, which aroused heated discussions.

And this night in Tibet is doomed to sleepless.

Questioning voices on the Internet were like landslides and ground cracks, and storms and tsunamis swept across the entire Tibetan area.

　It's a bit sad, having lost the last reader, there are only updates and reminders to vote every day, and there is no more news.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)