Chapter 1052 Buddha and the Lord God, Pickles and Spices

"God bless you! It turns out that you are from the Three Islands and the Tribal Alliance, the closest big tribal union to this peninsula! ... So, who sent you here? The big leader of the tribal union, the big chief? Or the big leader of the country? Chief? Or maybe the chief of a certain tribe?..."

"Oh! You are two groups of people! One is from the northernmost tribal chiefs, and the other is from the royal capital's... temple? What is the temple?...Ah?! It turns out to be the temple of the royal capital! You are actually the priest of the royal capital Priest of the regiment? A pagan priest?!…”

"Huh? You don't have a priesthood in the royal capital, but only independent temples that believe in various gods?...What? Believe in the same gods, but have different sects? Won't they fight with each other? How strange!...You are not a priest either, are you? What...the origin of the temple guards of the Thousand Hands Temple?...Tell me! Who is the priest you lead, and where is he hiding?! Huh? There is no priest to lead the team? You are the only temple guard? The temple asked you to come here, It has nothing to do with the gods you believe in?..."

As night fell, the weather became colder and colder. A bonfire was lit in the camp, and the prisoners loosened their ropes and gathered around the fire to keep warm and cook. Since the "Lu Yi" were not prepared to kill the prisoners, the prisoners gave up the idea of ​​​​escape. After all, in such an icy and snowy season, without food and fuel, and escaping into the endless snowfield with empty hands, you would not survive more than two days!

Exploration captain Zuvalo was sitting by the innermost bonfire, still chatting with monk soldier Masumi Watanabe, and seemed a little excited. Watanabe glanced at Zuwaro in confusion. He just mentioned the Miao Court that sent out the ocean-covering ships and mentioned his identity as a monk soldier, but he didn't know why the other party reacted so strongly.

"I am a monk soldier... I have been ordered to bring a ship to the Far North to trade valuable goods that are urgently needed in the capital... We treat the tribes in the Far North with sincerity and have no intention of offending..."

"The temple is not a shrine, it worships the Buddhas, not the shamans and gods of various places. My Buddha is compassionate, saves all living beings, and encourages people to do good, without any dispute with the world... The eminent monks in the temple have profound cultivation and will not rush to travel far away, let alone preside over it with their own hands. Caravan...eh?!..."

The monk soldier Watanabe Masumi wrote a few more sentences, and when he saw Zuvaro's eyes became colder and even showed murderous intent. He pursed his lips, quickly lowered his head, and wiped away the two lines of words on the snow. Then, carefully, he wrote down a line of inquiry.

"Your envoy came from Haidong, why did you come?"

"The Lord God's blessing! The Lord God's guidance, His Majesty's divine inspiration, let us arrive here and trade with the tribes of the West Sea!..."

"Uh... the main god? Divine enlightenment?..."

Seeing these two words, Watanabe Masumi blinked his eyes and vaguely grasped something. Could it be that this is a large tribe in the East China Sea that worships the witch god? And what is their so-called divine revelation? ...Thinking of this, Watanabe hesitated for a while and wrote two sentences again.

"What is the main god? What is divine enlightenment?..."

"The Lord God is supreme and supreme, the master of all things in the world, and the only Lord God of heaven and earth! ... The divine revelation is His Majesty's prophecy. He knows the details of the West Sea and sent us not far away 20,000 miles away to obtain various skills and products from the tribes of the West Sea. Come and resist the white-skinned evil spirits that are about to arrive!… The Lord God guides you, His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment! It is God’s will that we meet here!…”

"Buddha! This...they actually traveled 20,000 miles west for the prophecy of a great wizard? This is...this is a witch-god tribe that worships gods extremely? Just like the ancient Yin Shang in Tang Dynasty?...And what kind of prophecy was made by a great wizard? , actually know the distant land of the West Sea, what is going on?!..."

Seeing such an astonishing answer and the pious enthusiasm on Zuwaro's face, Watanabe Masumi was silent and didn't know what to say. He roughly understood the source of the other party's murderous intention just now, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Even if he is in a temple, the "eminent monks" in the temple still have wine and meat, marry wives and have children, and would never go to the poor countryside to spread Buddhism, let alone the far north! He has never met such a devout witch god believer, nor has he met a truly effective divination wizard! …

"This is the emblem of the Lord God!..."

The exploration captain Zuvalo prayed a few words and then took out a gold amulet of the Lord God. He pointed at the sun hummingbird emblem on the front, and turned it over to reveal the Mexican word "God" on the back.

Monk Soldier Watanabe Masumi opened his eyes wide and looked for a while before he suddenly understood. This pattern that he felt familiar before turned out to be a variant of the Chinese word "神"! This special word "God" has a simple symbol of "thunder and lightning" on the left, a "flame" of fire on the right, and a "sky" of heaven at the bottom!

"Ah! In the sky, there are gods holding thunder and fire!... Hiss! Thunder and fire? It sounds like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara of our sect, they are both fighting gods and Buddhas who prefer fighting!..."

"Blessed by the Lord God! The brightness and power of the Lord God are beyond your imagination! When we return to the camp, I will show you the divinely inspired "Ali Sutra" and then tell you about His Majesty's prophecy in detail! In addition, His Majesty also There is a letter of credence, written to you and the king of the tribal alliance..."

"Ah? Ali Jing? Credentials?!..."

"Well, the Lord God is witness! You will know when the time comes!"

Exploration captain Zuvarro narrowed his eyes and looked at the surprised Watanabe Masumi, who knew how to write, and then looked around at the captives on the ship who were making fires to cook, and secretly made a decision in his heart!

"Blood oath...take refuge!...The glory of the Lord God will surely shine on them!..."

As long as he brings this group of people back to the port in the south, he will immediately hold a blood oath conversion ceremony to make them all convert to the Lord God! No matter what they believed before, now that they are captured by the Kingdom, they must change their beliefs! Otherwise, a terrible end will naturally await them...

"God bless you! It's time to eat... Baldhead, what is there to eat in your camp? What are those grains in bags and vegetables soaked in jars?"

"Well…"

Watanabe Masumi, a monk warrior, touched his bald head, was speechless for a while, lowered his head and wrote an answer.

"The staple food in the bag is all rice. The yellow grains are millet. The white grains are rice... Rice is expensive and not much. Daily, I eat millet... Oh, there are also soybeans and peas for horses, which can also be eaten by humans. …”

"Huh? Rice and millet? Rice?... This is indeed the new crop that His Majesty mentioned!..."

Exploration Captain Zuvalo raised the corners of his mouth and looked happy. In this decisive raid, he not only obtained four-legged horses, but also new crops of rice, millet, soybeans and peas! As long as it is transported back to the port on the far north coast, these are real achievements that can be seen by His Majesty! …

However, since it is a new crop, it must be kept as seeds and cannot be eaten casually. It must be well preserved. Well, let’s eat grilled venison tonight! …

"In addition, the pickles in the jar are delicious. There are pickled daikon roots, and the kimchi that Korean sailors are used to eating is also delicious..."

"Aha! Delicious pickles, kimchi?..."

Hearing this, Zuvalo grinned and shook his head slightly. Then, he stared at the writing on the snow and keenly captured a word.

"North Korean sailors? Aren't they from the Republic of China?"

"Uh... it's very difficult to operate a big ship. The North Korean sailors who come to operate the ship and repair it are also slaves of the temple..."

"Oh, that's how it is!…"

Zuvalo's eyes flashed and he nodded. It seems that the North Korean sailors operating the ship and the leaders of the Republic of China are not of the same mind. No wonder they surrendered after a fight. In this case, the spread of the Lord God's faith can start from these low-level servants. Since they admire gold, after the conversion ceremony, each person can be given a gold amulet of the main god, and then tell them the teachings of the main god! …

After thinking for a moment, Zuvalo roughly came up with the idea of ​​​​preaching. Then, he stretched out his hand, fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a small bag of chili peppers and spices, and handed it to Masumi Watanabe's nose. Watanabe Masumi smelled it and smelled the wonderful aroma that was difficult to describe, and the expression on his face suddenly changed!

"Buddha! This is? A spice with a good price? I have never smelled the smell of these spices!..."

"This...is the delicious one!...I, eat this, sprinkle it on the roasted venison...you, eat the kimchi, drink the vegetable soup...Haha!..."

Zuvalo raised the corners of his mouth and wrote the last line on the snow. Then, he stood up with a big smile, and with a few warriors from the kingdom, they expertly started a celebratory dinner.

Soon, the aroma of roasted venison, accompanied by the curling smoke, and the singing of warriors and sailors, floated over the cold snowfields of the north! The singing was first exciting and joyful, then impassioned, and then prayerful. Finally, there were some low reverberations, floating far away... That is the distant hometown that all the uninvited visitors on the snowfield can hardly return to~