Xizhou was furious when they heard the news - for almost half a month, Didao was filled with cavalry on horseback searching everywhere.

This is also the reason why Wang Daxu was sent for inspection - his predecessor was raped by Lieutenant Gao of Xizhou City for this very matter!

Wang Daxu immediately went home and mounted his horse, then summoned the nearby Han and Tibetan archers and set foot on Didao.

Soon, they encountered a Tibetan team of one hundred or ten people.

Those Tibetan people wore a kind of woolen clothing called "Pulu", and their hair was braided into small braids. Some of them even came on white horses.

In the middle of the team, there was a group of slaves driving ox carts, each of which contained a large wooden box.

Wang Daxu did a rough count and found that there were at least thirteen or four bullock carts!

Wang Daxu slapped his tongue: "My mother!"

"I'm afraid this pilgrim team has a lot of background!"

Hurry up and take the people with you to open the way ahead.

The pilgrimage of Tubo nobles from the Qing and Tang Dynasties is now a major pillar of Xizhou's economy!

Apart from anything else, the various things they offered to the Buddha's Tooth Relic just for the sake of comparison could support countless merchants in Xihe.

Wang Daxu once witnessed a ceremony in which the Tubo people offered the Buddha's tooth relic.

Pieces of expensive silk were delivered to the pagoda for free, and wrapped in the silk were Buddha treasures made of gold, silver, and agate.

What is burned in the incense burner is all valuable sandalwood and maybe even ambergris!

And the things donated to the monks at Zisheng Temple were equally expensive.

There are more than a dozen barrels of sesame oil and ghee alone!

At that time, Wang Daxue was so dizzy.

I can only sigh deeply - the Tubo people are really rich!

This time, the Tibetan pilgrimage was even more extravagant than the last time he saw it.

"I'm afraid, it's only more generous than the Tubo leader last time!"

…

Wang Daxu would not know that the people he escorted would be treated politely even when they arrived in Bianjing City.

Because the person who came was none other than Wen Xixin, one of the six chiefs of the Tubo tribe and the chief of Miaochuan who was canonized by the Song Dynasty.

Wen Xixin naturally had no time to pay attention to a small inspection that opened the way for him.

He rode on a white horse and looked at the customs of Xizhou.

Although Xizhou seemed to be the territory of the Tubo people in the past.

But that’s the land of the land!

What does it have to do with the Wen family?

For Wen Xixin, he wished that the Song army would push forward all the way and seize all the territory of Xisiluo!

And Wen Xixin came to make a pilgrimage this time.

The people who accompany Wen Xixin also have extraordinary origins.

It was Xiang Zonghui who was holding the money bag on Xihe Road now.

Xiang Zonghui is now fatter and darker than when he was in Bianjing City.

This time Wenxi Xinneng came to perform the pilgrimage, it was actually Xiang Zonghui who promoted it.

Xiang Zonghui is naturally very concerned about his political achievements.

"Mr. Wen, please look, Mount Mobang is just ahead..."

When the team turned a bend in the river, Xiang Zonghui immediately pointed to a mountain that appeared on the distant horizon and introduced it to Wen Xixin: "The tooth relic of the Buddha is enshrined on the mountain in the Zisheng Temple built by the imperial decree.

On top of the pagoda...there are sixteen eminent monks who stay in the pagoda day and night, studying Buddhism day and night..."

"Good!" Wen Xixin raised her head, looked at the mountains in the distance, and nodded: "I can finally fulfill my father's last wish!"

As he spoke, he shed tears.

Xiang Zonghui smiled and introduced Wen Xixin enthusiastically: "To be honest, sir, the emperor has sent the eminent monk from Bianjing, Zen Master Zhiyuan, the master of economics and strategy, to preside over Zisheng Temple..."

"Master Jinglue? Zen Master Zhiyuan?!" Wen Xixin was finally moved: "But the one from back then?"

Xiang Zonghui nodded.

Wen Xixin immediately sighed: "Even I have heard of Zen Master Zhiyuan's Buddhist teachings even in Qingtang!"

For the Tubo people, they probably still cannot understand the real eminent monks.

But monks like Zhiyuan are good at packaging themselves and bragging about themselves.

That is simply their natural enemy.

The great reputation Zhiyuan created when he was in Xihe is still spread among various tribes in Tubo.

So Wen Xixin replied to Xiang Zong: "Uncle of the Han family, can you please ask Zen Master Zhiyuan to pray for your late father and perform a religious ceremony?"

Xiang Zonghui grinned and said, "No problem!"

Wen Xixin is the current God of Wealth on Xihe Road - from last year to now, Wen Xixin has sold as many as 3,000 horses to Xiang Zonghui.

In addition, he also bought tens of thousands of kilograms of tea and thousands of pieces of silk from Xiang Zong.

The entire Xihe Road is now in debt to others - he alone has completed 30% of the annual horse purchase amount on Xihe Road!

Just a ritual prayer?

Naturally, everything is answered!

"Thank you so much, uncle of the Han family!" Wen Xi was suddenly moved.

…

When Wen Xixin and Xiang Zonghui arrived at Zisheng Temple on Mobang Mountain, they met in person the Zen Master Zhiyuan. However, under the guidance of the Zen Master, they worshiped the tooth relic of the Buddha enshrined in the pagoda of Zisheng Temple.

Wen Xixin felt that he had been baptized from body to heart.

Zen Master Zhiyuan is like a truly enlightened person who has penetrated all living Buddhas. His words seem to contain Zen ideas and Buddhist principles, making him feel like a spring breeze and making his whole body feel extremely comfortable.

And when he requested Zen Master Zhiyuan to perform rituals and pray for his father.

Zen Master Zhiyuan suddenly recited: "Amitabha!"

Then he directly told the birthday and death anniversary of his late father.

This is something only the Wen family knows!

Wen Xixin was immediately impressed by the Buddhist teachings of Zen Master Zhiyuan, and now he bowed his head, saying that as long as his late father's soul could be saved and blessed, he would be willing to find whatever treasure the Zen Master wanted.

Zhiyuan looked at Wen Xixin in front of him with a pious expression.

He bowed his head again, sighed, and solemnly said: "Amitabha!"

“It’s rare for a donor to be filial!”

"The poor monk is a monk. He doesn't care about anything in this worldly world, and it's unnecessary..."

"The poor monk only needs the benefactor to agree to one thing..."

"Please speak frankly, Master Zen..." At this time, Wen Xixin was almost completely convinced.

He couldn't help but be convinced!

Who is Zhiyuan?

When he was young, he was able to deceive the royal family, scholar-bureaucrats, and even Wang Anshi and Fu Bi in Bianjing City with his mouth and disguise!

Later, when we arrived at Xihe, we were in a state of panic going up and down.

Nowadays, the wisdom has accumulated over the years, and the Dharma is even more profound.

If you bluff a devout person like Wen Xixin, you will naturally be able to catch him.

He folded his arms and sighed, saying: "The old monk has been practicing for more than seventy years in this world..."

"However, I still have not been able to comprehend the true Dharma of my Buddha and have not become a Buddha... I just lucked out and achieved the status of Arhat..."

Wen Xi's eyes were filled with shock - A living Arhat?! How is that possible?

But looking at Zhiyuan's appearance, it doesn't look like it's fake.

This is a truly eminent monk, with superb Buddhist teachings! Even miraculous - when we first met him, just by touching his hand, he told his age, and even accurately told that he had been wounded with a knife on his back.

.

So, I could only lie down and listen respectfully.

"So, the old monk once preached before the Buddha..."

"If you don't realize Bodhi, I swear you won't return to heaven!"

"Therefore, the old monk only has one request for the donor..."
To be continued...