An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

After all, it is your own territory.

Zhang Ke did not go straight to the topic as soon as he came up. Instead, he put away his true appearance and transformed into the size of a normal person. He waited respectfully for the general who should be the receptionist to come and complete the necessary procedures.

"It has been a hundred and fifty years since we last saw the heroic figure of King Youling. Recalling the past war in the Western Region is still before my eyes."

Amid the smoke and dust, a group of people patted their horses and galloped in front of Zhang Ke. The leading general dismounted without hesitation, took off his helmet, and said with a smile.

"Marshal, you called me wrong, the Holy King is now the Emperor!"

The young general who followed behind him tugged at the corner of the former's clothes in a subtle way and reminded him in a low voice.

"The Emperor is arrogant in Dingfang's face, please let me know!"

Zhang Ke smiled and shook his head when he heard this:

"General Su is overly worried. You might as well tell me what the process is like in Kyushu now. From my memory, Tubo should have been destroyed at that time. Why did it appear again now?" ?”

Although Zhang Ke has never been to Kyushu once since his debut, he has quite a few acquaintances here.

Of course, there is no need to mention the big man. Perhaps Zhang Ke's name is well-known among the big men, but he himself is really unfamiliar with the big men native to Kyushu.

Even before this, Zhang Ke had cooperated with Zhang Tianshi once.

But that was also the Eastern Han Dynasty recreated by Emperor Guangwu, and it did not have much to do with the Han Dynasty in Kyushu, who was still in the prime of Hanwu.

As for the Tang Dynasty, which was parallel to the Han Dynasty, it was because of his cooperation with the Xiyue Emperor that all the barbarians were wiped out. In this way, the Tang Dynasty, which unified the world and the world, was able to be integrated into the Kyushu territory. After enjoying the most pan-Kyushu civilization, While providing core treatment, they are also responsible for the first front line in digesting the results of battles in outer areas.

In addition, Nan Yan, who was only mentioned once in the relevant introduction of the event, is also an old acquaintance.

It was originally from the Liao Kingdom. After conquering the Western Regions and unifying the Western Regions and Europe, it also took over the Song Dynasty, which had long been aging. In this way, it was incorporated into the Kyushu mainland with the unification of heaven and earth.

But compared to the powerful Han Dynasty and the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the Liao Dynasty lacked too much in terms of legitimacy and foundation. With the Han and Tang Dynasties looking at the world from the north and the west, the Liao Kingdom could only move to the southwest of Kyushu aggrievedly. Kaku provoked the defense line on the southern side of Kyushu.

After the Liao Kingdom ascended to the throne, the Yan Kingdom changed its original country name in order to show its legitimacy in front of the eldest and second brothers. Yan is the new country name of Liao, and Nan is its geographical location.

Zhang Ke's luck was not bad, so he got the two-thirds good start.

As for the nearly middle-aged veteran in front of him, he is a well-known acquaintance to both Zhang Ke and Datang.

Su Dingfang.

Duke Xingguo of the Tang Dynasty was a fierce general who became famous at a young age. He once captured the Turkic Khan alive during the reign of Emperor Taizong, and later saved Silla. He broke the formation with five hundred troops, destroyed the Western Turks, defeated Tubo and opened up the Western Region, razed Baekje, and conquered Goguryeo.

Throughout his life, he traveled thousands of miles, "destroying the three kingdoms before and after, and capturing their masters alive." Even in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, when the stars were shining brightly, he was a fierce general.

After the Tang Dynasty broke away from its original historical prison and ascended to the mainland of Kyushu, along with the myths of heaven and earth, it was difficult to predict what the already famous warrior would become.

And Su Dingfang is just a member of the epitome of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

In the Tang Dynasty at the same time, there were not a few generals who could compare with him.

"It's a long story. The original Tubo was destroyed. Today's Tubo is the new barbarian leader under the reflection of heaven and earth. The Tubo in the Tang Dynasty and the Huns in the Han Dynasty are a kind of unification of the barbarians under the change of heaven and earth. Let's talk about it in detail. Later, they came from a wide range of sources and had many names, but for convenience, the Tang Dynasty uniformly referred to them as Tubo."

"Anyway, they are all barbarians who will die sooner or later. They want the name of the country and are too lazy to write. The emperor must not look at me like this. These are the exact words of the civil servants!"

Seeing this, the veteran quickly explained to Zhang Ke.

"It is truly worthy of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

Zhang Ke murmured, and then asked about matters related to the event, and for him, the hero of the Tang Dynasty's ascension, the veteran would naturally not hide anything.

Carrying the packaged Xiqu under his body, Zhang Ke walked side by side with Su Dingfang, who was riding a lin-like beast:

"So that the emperor will know that because of the warning from heaven and earth, your majesty has sent us to divide into three groups, each leading an army of 300,000 to conquer. I am responsible for the Tubo group. Now there are more than a hundred rangers from other worlds gathered in the army. Judging from this efficiency, maybe we can pull up a team of more than a thousand people when we get to the border?"

"As for the war, there was originally a plan, but now that the emperor is here, all the previous plans have to change in due course. If you hold the battle, everything will remain as usual, but if you are us, you can also be a good auxiliary soldier."

After all, this cooperation was not the first time for Su Dingfang or Tang Bing, who had participated in the Western Region War.

Zhang Ke nodded clearly after hearing this.

His temperament would not allow him to sit quietly in the rear.

In fact, it was just a matter of going through the process and notifying them by the way, so as not to accidentally injure their allies, and he didn't have the patience to wait for the army to move slowly to the border.

Even under the influence of Kyushu, the Tang Dynasty has entered the realm of myth, and the elite soldiers have become little supermen-like existences over the course of a hundred years.

"In this case, please let me know, Your Majesty!"

Su Dingfang was not surprised by Zhang Ke's idea of ​​abandoning the army and going deep behind enemy lines alone. After finding a team of scouts to explain, he turned around and said: "Since the emperor is going to Tubo, you have to pay attention to one person and one religion during this trip. "

"One person refers to Master Xuanzang. After I ascended to heaven in the Tang Dynasty, Master Xuanzang accelerated the translation of scriptures. Thirteen years ago, he translated all the scriptures and handed down the classics. He also said goodbye to His Majesty five years ago. , I led four of my disciples to Tubo alone, hoping to argue with the evil monks of Tubo. Master and Lingshan are not on the same road. If the emperor encounters him, please do not embarrass Master Xuanzang!"

"One religion is Lingshan. After you destroyed the monks in all realms, in order to maintain the stability of the Taoism, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Lingshan returned to Kyushu. While closing the gate of the mountain, they also turned their attention to Tibet, which is adjacent to our Tang Dynasty but has monks. According to secret reports, there have been large-scale scripture debates by monks in Tubo temples thirty years ago, and because the temples are relatively closed inside, the Tang Dynasty does not know much about the stage it has developed to now."

"Except for these two, most of the rest are wizards and barbarians. Even if there are followers from the outside world, they are just scabies."

For other worlds of the pan-Kyushu civilization, the problems of surrounding barbarians can actually be big or small. During the period of dynasty expansion, any barbarian hero would have to be crushed into a puddle of mud under the wheels of the monster of Kyushu. In the last years of the dynasty, when natural and man-made disasters continued to break out, the problem of barbarians would also expand accordingly.

Of course, that's just it.

For example, during the period of the Three Kingdoms and the period of the Three Kingdoms, when the feudal lords were divided after the strong Han Dynasty, any defeated prince could be called father and mother by the barbarians.

But there are exceptions to everything. Just like the orthodox Song Dynasty, from the beginning of the dynasty to the day before its demise, it was pressed to the ground and rubbed by the barbarians. It really brought shame to the Kyushu civilization circle.

But that is for other worlds of Pan-Kyushu civilization.

In Jiuzhou itself, whether it was the Han Dynasty or the newly promoted Tang Dynasty, they were already familiar with the method of conquering barbarians. In more than a hundred years, more than thirty barbarians were destroyed by the Tang Dynasty, and the territory was expanded to more than ten thousand miles. .

However, the Kyushu mainland is the first front line in the transformation of the mountains and rivers of the outside world. Most of the people transformed here are hard-core. The true spirits that can be broken into pieces by the heaven and the underworld, even if it is just a small nomadic tribe, its original body should be Being part of the multiverse, let alone those powerful enough to establish a dynasty, civilization level is the minimum.

In this way, even the powerful Han Dynasty in the prosperous Tang Dynasty had to face countless barbarians like leeks.

Hearing this, Zhang Ke looked thoughtful in his eyes:

"Okay, I've written it down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Qu immediately straddled his horse and whipped his horse, running quickly, kicking up a thick cloud of dust on the already crowded road.

"Perhaps you have been lazy these past few years?"

Looking at the rapidly retreating scenery on both sides, Zhang Ke admired the local scenery of Kyushu with his spiritual thoughts and at the same time reached out and patted the cow's head in front of him.

Compared with the march of the army, Xiqu's speed was much faster, but it did not reach the speed that Zhang Ke was satisfied with.

Even when Zhang Ke rode it on the road before, it was not as good as before, and it made a lot of noise. The dust in the sky almost turned into turbulent sand. The beautiful place with beautiful mountains and clear waters was completely destroyed by this guy. .

Fortunately, there were earth gods following behind to wash the floor, so Zhang Ke was not left to do it himself.

He just said that he traveled lightly, but he couldn't stand this rough guy who was begging for nothing and insisted on keeping up. Although Zhang Ke was harsh to others, he asked himself that he had never treated anyone badly when it came to his own people.

As for the elders who are the parents, who hasn’t cleaned up the mess of a naughty child?

"Master, I am still young, two thousand years old, and still a child in my Xiqu clan. When you wait for me to grow up, I will not lose your majesty!"

What's more, sir, don't you have an idea of ​​how heavy you are now?

Even though he has the magical ability to transform into a fetus, he doesn't use it to cover it up. Under this huge pressure, the ability to run is the result of years of hard work and practice, so what else is needed for a bicycle.

"You are young, are you saying that I am old?"

Zhang Ke's indifferent words made Xiqu's claws numb.

I was busy making excuses for myself, and I forgot that my child was also a large-sized child:

"Master, you know, I don't mean this!"

Zhang Ke was unmoved after hearing this.

He just knocked the ferocious cow on the head casually, and then laughed and cursed: "You are the only one who talks too much."

Fortunately, Zhang Ke was not in a hurry.

After finally having fun on their own turf, the home field advantage cannot be used.

Along the way, wherever Zhang Ke passed, the surrounding mountains, forests, and rivers were quietly rhythmic. Mountain gods stood on the roadside, looking helplessly at the deities stripped from their bodies.

Diyou is not a hozen, so he doesn't have to worry about not getting back the things he borrowed.

It's just that the movement is too big, really too big!

Dozens and millions of miles of mountains and rivers are beating. As the mountains and rivers shift, the rhythm like the beating of the heart is quickly being integrated, like the thunder of war drums, making them unable to help but pray to God.

They are the gods of the mountains and the land.

He is the patron saint who protects the peace of the land and water and protects the people from living and working in peace and contentment, rather than doing labor.

Damn barbarians, you just have nothing to do but start a sect, what are you doing to provoke him?

While Zhang Ke was unifying the entire mountains and rivers on the west side of the Tang Dynasty, at the same time, he was on a high mountain far away in "Tubo".

The towering wall courtyard is as pure as the white snow on the snow-capped mountains, and the gilded golden roof exudes dazzling golden light under the high-hanging sunlight. The strands of Dharma nature spread to all directions with the wind on the top of the mountain, spreading the compassion of the Buddha to this dark and cold plateau.

The Jokhang Temple was its name in later generations, and today it is called Rasa, which means goat soil.

Compared with other ancient temples under the Tubo rule that are ancient and have more heritage, the Jokhang Temple is now the holy land of Tubo and a more respected temple among the three religions of red and yellow.

But in this holy place with such great compassion and great bliss, which is the focus of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, the most serious incident of sacrilege to Buddha in the entire plateau region is currently taking place.

In the square in front of the Main Hall, scarlet blood flowed freely along the cracks in the ground, the red gold bricks were dyed dark red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Monks, big and small, wearing tantric robes were surrounding the square, looking at the center of the square with anger or despair.

There, a Dharma king wearing a red waistcoat and an Usha hat, sweating profusely, was debating scriptures with an unattractive monk with a fair face. The two sides were going back and forth, and their words were as dense as a storm. Average, but each enunciated word is exceptionally clear and distinguishable.

However, the Tantric monks who were "watching the fun" around were not interested in hearing the truth one by one.

Although, with the status of Dharma King, the monks who can debate scriptures with him, even if they are not members of the esoteric religion, his words are a collection of great wisdom and principles in his life, which can be called treasures like golden beads.

But before that level, it is useless to listen to it, just like ordinary people will not buy a whole piece of gold bricks, ordinary monks cannot understand the wisdom in it, but will be shattered by fallacies and heresies.

Although, after seeing eminent monks and Dharma kings having their heads chopped off with gemstones and golden swords after failing to debate scriptures, and lying on the ground bleeding profusely, their Buddhist hearts were almost broken.

But there is always a bit of a gap between breaking and breaking.

On the other side, a tall and handsome monk looked at the King of Tibet with sweat dripping from his forehead expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a pig or cow waiting to be slaughtered:

"Lost!"

"Lost again?"

Hearing this, a fat monk beside him wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with dissatisfaction: "This only takes less than two sticks of incense. This is not as good as the last one. The Jokhang Temple is like this." , I don’t think it’s very good!”

Hearing the fat monk's arrogant words, the surrounding monks glared angrily, but then turned their heads unconsciously under the fierce gaze of the other party.

What this monk from the East said was bad, but it was actually not wrong.

But what can they do?

Not to mention the Jokhang Temple, which was supported by Tibet as a tripod-carrying temple on the plateau, even Zizhu Temple, Minzhulin Temple, and other ancient temples, the Dharma kings and shamans in them cannot beat this ancient temple in terms of scriptures. A monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

In particular, this monk surprisingly understands the rules.

Every time he visited the temple, he would offer several Sanskrit classics in exchange. What he wanted was not the treasures in the temple but the most popular scriptures. Then several of his disciples built a temporary structure outside the temple. After studying for more than several days and months, he visited the temple and debated the classics of various esoteric sects on the plateau.

According to the oldest rules of Tantric Buddhism, the loser will be beheaded.

And outrageous things happened like this. From Zizhu Temple to Minzhuling Temple, from Minzhuling Temple to Jokhang Temple, dozens of Dharma kings, big and small, all lost on their own classics and were chopped down. Head.

During this period, no one has tried to change the classics, and there are various strict restrictions such as time rules, but even if it is only given half a day, this ordinary Eastern monk can still read a classic in a situation where only enough people can read it. Next, the great mage who had been studying for decades was rendered speechless.

Then another big head fell on the square with gushing blood.

As for the rest... Well, can the monks say that they wanted to use the monk's disciples to disturb his mood, but in the end, they failed in the debate and hundreds of their own monks were killed and injured?

Staying behind closed doors?

That's not OK.

The great monk once said that if the eminent monks do not argue about the Dharma, then the poor monks will give in to it.

Then the entire temple, even the Bodhisattvas and venerables, were rubbed. The master of the treasure tent of the Jokhang Temple was still hanging on the prayer wheel to dry.

Even the Dharma Protector didn't dare to say a word, so what did these monks dare to say?

But at this time, Monk Dongtu, who had closed his eyes slightly since the beginning of the debate and asked questions indifferently, opened his eyes for the first time in a long time. Looking at the monk in front of him who was sweating profusely but hesitant and unable to answer, he lightly Sighing: "Bodhisattva, you lose again!"

"This is the third time you have lost to the poor monk!"

Before he finished speaking, time in the Jokhang Temple suddenly stagnated. In the eyes of all the monks, who were either desperate or helpless, a voice that ordinary people could not detect sounded in the field: "Xuan Zang, you need to know that Tubo Buddhism, Tang Dynasty and Lingshan The Dharma of Buddhism does not come from the same origin, and the compassion for you does not come from the same source.

Before the Dharma King with the Buddha's light on his head and the stern treasures on his head could finish speaking, Xuanzang interrupted him directly: "Bodhisattva, you have violated the rules. The opportunity has passed. You should enter nirvana at this time, and the persuasion should be done by a person." A new venerable person, or the Buddha himself, comes to argue with the poor monk.

If they can argue with the poor monk, then the poor monk is willing to bear the consequences and understand himself. But this time you lost to the poor monk, so your Dharma obviously lacks Buddha-nature and should be abandoned. "

"If the Bodhisattva himself does not want to enter nirvana, the poor monk is also willing to help the Bodhisattva look decent!"

As he spoke, Master Xuanzang gently bowed and picked up the gem scimitar that was still stained with the blood of the previous monk in front of him. The already dazzling blade glowed with a dazzling golden light in these rough hands.