The capital of Tubo, Tibet.
After leaving Ningma Sect, Xia Ping and Bi Lu Zhe walked around the city in red robes.
When the surrounding pedestrians saw this, all of them revealed respectful expressions and stepped aside.
This was because the status of monks in the Tubo Kingdom was extremely high. Every monk was basically a privileged class, and the monks in red robes had the most noble status.
"As expected of the City of Faith."
Xia Ping sighed with emotion. He walked around the famous city of Lazar and immediately found many fanatical believers. They prostrated on the ground, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times toward the holy city of Lazar, the Potala Palace.
This had become a beautiful scenery in the city of Lazar.
Apart from believers, there were also many temples of various sizes built in the city. Each temple was resplendent and luxurious. One could imagine the wealth of Tubo at the moment.
Many believers would enter the temple to pay their respects, and the incense would burn brightly.
"It's still far from the cities in the Central Plains.”
After a brief tour of the city, Xia Ping realized that the entire city was not very big. It was at most about the size of a county town in the future, and he could finish it in a day or two.
In fact, the vast majority of Tubo citizens were not qualified to live in the city of Tibet. They usually lived on the grasslands, choosing grass to live, and living the life of a nomadic people.
Only the dignitaries of Tubo and the monks were qualified to live in the city of Lazar.
That was why these people from Tubo were amazed by the prosperity of the Central Plains after they came to the Central Plains. It was not something they could imagine. Each and every one of them was like a country bumpkin entering the city.
The reason why the Tubo Kingdom was able to contend against the Tang Dynasty was purely because the Tubo Kingdom was located on the plateau. The Tang Dynasty soldiers were not used to the plateau climate and could not even display 10% of their combat strength.
It was also because of this that after walking around for a while, Xia Ping, who was used to the prosperity of the later generations, suddenly lost interest in walking around the city.
In this era, only those mysterious martial arts could attract him.
As for Bilu Zhelna, he was very excited. He had stayed in the temple for three months and couldn't come out. Now that he finally had the chance to visit, he was naturally very excited. He wandered around like a curious baby.
This stroll lasted for an entire day.
Just as night fell and Xia Ping and Biru Zhena were about to return to Ningma Sect, a group of black-robed monks suddenly rushed out from the corner of the street. Each of them exuded a fiendish aura and carried a large saber at their waist.
They immediately blocked the path of Xia Ping and Bi Lu Zhe.
"Oh no, they are from the Black Sect?!”
Seeing these black-robed men appear, Bilu Zhelna's face turned pale and his body trembled.
Black Sect?
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. He had been in Ningma Sect for three months, so he had naturally learned a lot about Tubo and Ningma Sect.
Among them, the biggest enemy of the Ningma Faction was undoubtedly this newly rising force-the Black Sect!
This sect was looking for experts everywhere, recruiting soldiers and buying horses. There were many criminals with strong martial arts who joined this force, causing the power of the Black Sect to expand and become a little lawless.
As the saying went, two tigers could not live on the same mountain. As the strongest Tibetan sect, Ningma Sect naturally became a thorn in the side of the Black Religion. They were constantly targeted.
"Tsk tsk, if I'm not wrong, you should be the new disciples of Ningma Sect.”
One of the black-robed men walked out and stared at Xia Ping with a fierce gaze, as if he was teasing him."And you, you're probably the famous Jiu Mozhi. You were personally accepted as a personal disciple by the Ningma Sect's master.
However, the Ningma Sect Master was indeed old and a little muddle-headed. He spoke without thinking and even boasted that he had the talent for martial arts that could only be seen once in hundreds of years. It was not known if he was boasting or if he was telling the truth. After all, I heard that everyone in the Ningma Sect likes to brag. There aren't many who have real talent. They're all useless.”
"You!"
Hearing these insulting words about the Ningma Sect, Bilu Zhena was furious. However, seeing that there were at least ten or twenty black-robed men, he suppressed his anger.
However, Xia Ping knew that the sudden appearance of this group of people was clearly aimed at him.
After all, he had been accepted as a personal disciple by the Ningma Sect's master and had even been praised personally. He had a talent that was rarely seen in a hundred years. As an enemy of the Ningma Sect, it was natural for him to know about this.
In fact, not only did the Black Sect know about this, but the other three major sects in the Tubo Kingdom also knew about it. Now, Jiu Mozhi was considered to have a reputation in the small Tubo Kingdom.
"We are disciples of the Ningma Faction. What do you want?”
Bilu Zhelna looked at the group of people with fear. He could tell that they were up to no good.
"Tsk tsk, what do we want to do? Look at this kid scaring me so much that I'm about to pee my pants.”
"As expected of the Ning Ma Sect disciples, all of them are cowardly bandits.”
"What we want to do is very simple.”
"If we kill this personal disciple of the Ningma Sect's Guru, it will be very interesting.”
The group of black-robed men laughed, their bodies emitting waves of killing intent. They were all lawless people. Even if this was the city of Lazar, they still dared to kill people in public.
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