After the general who conveyed the order left, two Tibetan soldiers led a young Tang Dynasty monk wearing cassocks and walked in.
The Tang Dynasty monk came over and clasped his hands to Dazalugong and said: "This poor monk has seen the Grand Marshal."
Dazalukong immediately said: "Dharma Realm Zen Master, my king was injured by an arrow.
I heard that the Zen Master is proficient in medicine, so I asked him to treat my king's injury.
I will definitely be rich in reward."
The Dharma Realm monk stepped forward and felt Sisongde's pulse.
His expression changed.
Then he stepped forward and opened Sisongde's eyelids.
He then turned over Sisongde's body and looked at the wound, and then gave Dazalukong a slap.
Jishou said: "General Amitabha, the arrowhead of this arrow is too Guo Baodao, look at this cross wound.
The wound cannot be closed and the bleeding continues.
Now the king has lost too much blood.
The arrow has penetrated into the internal organs.
Moreover, this kind of arrow has a barb.
If it is taken out forcibly, it will definitely cause the country to suffer.
The Lord died on the spot, and there was really nothing I could do.”
"If you can't cure him, then what's the use of keeping you?"
A Tubo general was furious.
He drew out his sword and chopped off the Dharma Realm monk.
Dazalukong immediately stopped him, shouted back the Tibetan general, turned around and said to the Dharma Realm monk: "Zen Master, you are the only monk here who has good medical skills.
Please save my king for the sake of Buddha.
If If my king can be cured, I will propose to my king that Buddhism be made the national religion of Tubo.
If he cannot be cured, I will not blame him."
Hearing this, Dharma Realm clasped his hands and said, "This arrowhead of Amitabha Buddha is very special.
The poor monk has treated many injuries in the Western Regions over the years, but has never found such arrow wounds.
The poor monk has heard of a way to heal the wound, which is Use a needle and thread to suture the wound, but if you want to do this, you must pull out the arrow, but this arrow has barbs.
If you pull it out by force, it will damage the internal organs.
The only way It is simply to penetrate the arrow from the opposite side, cut off the arrow and then pull out the arrow shaft, so that the suture can be performed, but this is extremely dangerous to the king.
The poor monk is worried that the king will not be able to bear the pain, even if The king can take advantage of it, but there is still a risk of suppuration after the wound is sutured.
It can be said that he has a narrow escape from death.
The poor monk is really not sure.
Whether he can survive it all depends on the king's own luck."
Hearing this, Dazalugong felt a chill in his heart.
He looked at the other Tibetan nobles and generals with an ugly face, and asked: "You have all heard what the Zen Master said.
What do you think of the current situation?
If no treatment is provided, Zanpu will undoubtedly die.
If the Zen master is allowed to treat him, even though he will die for a long time, there is still a 10% chance of survival.
What do you think we should do?"
Everyone looked at each other, and a Tibetan official said: "Now we can only let the Zen master carry out treatment.
Could it be that we can only watch Zampu die?"
When Dazalukong saw other officials and generals nodding, he turned to the Dharma Realm monk and said, "Zen Master, I would like to trouble you to treat my king immediately.
Please."
Beads of sweat kept appearing on Monk Dharma Realm's forehead.
The injured person was not an ordinary person, but the young King of Tibet.
If the treatment could not be cured, these Tubo ministers and generals would not be sure if they could not blame Monk Dharma Realm.
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But it won’t work if I don’t save him.
He is The compassionate monk was also worried that these barbarians would kill and starve him now.
He could only bite the bullet and let Dazalukong call for people to make preparations.
When everything was ready, he asked the Tubo people around him.
The soldiers said: "Come here and help the king up."
Several Tubo soldiers came over and helped Sisunde sit up.
The Dharma Realm monk held the arrow shaft with both hands and gritted his teeth and pushed forward hard.
The arrow penetrated Sisunde's chest.
"Ah" the unconscious Sisunde screamed in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Quickly cut off the arrow," said the Dharma Realm monk.
Dazalukong raised the knife and dropped it, and the arrowhead was cut off and fell to the ground.
The Dharma Realm monk pulled out the arrow shaft from Sisunde's body with another force, and a black blood arrow spurted out from the wound.
"Ah" Sisunde screamed in pain again.
The Dharma Realm monk quickly used clean cloth to clean the wounds on his chest and back, and squeezed out all the accumulated blood in his abdominal cavity.
In the process, Sisunde screamed again and again.
Soon, the Dharma Realm monk discovered that there was a big trouble.
The arrow penetrated Sisund's right lung.
Before the arrow was pulled out, the wound was not bleeding seriously.
But after the arrow was pulled out, the wound on the lung was gone.
Due to obstruction and pressure, blood continued to flow out, causing massive abdominal bleeding that could not be stopped no matter what.
The Dharma Realm monk was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
After quickly suturing the wounds on both sides, he sprinkled a thick layer of hemostatic powder on the wounds to finally stop the bleeding.
After this process was completed, he almost collapsed.
After the bandage was completed, the Dharma Realm monk wiped his sweat and said to Dazalugong: "Generalissimo, although the arrow has been pulled out, the king is not out of danger yet.
If the wound does not suppurate, the king will be fine, but if If the wound suppurates or the wound bursts again, there will be no way to save the day, so you must pay attention to cleanliness.
If the king wakes up, do not let him get overly excited."
Dazalugong said quickly: "Thank you Zen Master, thank you Zen Master for coming.
Please go down and have a rest and serve tea."
"The poor monk retires" After the Dharma Realm monk left, Dazalu Gong asked several Tibetan women to take care of Xisongde.
Then he glanced at the surrounding Tibetan ministers and generals, and everyone followed Dazalu Gong to the next room and sat down.
There was an oil lamp burning in the room, but the light was dim.
Dazalugong said to the Tibetan ministers: "Everyone, Zanpu's safety is related to the prosperity and stability of our country of Tubo.
The news of Zanpu's injury and coma must not be spread, let alone be spread back to the country.
I have ordered a blockade of the news.
In the army, No one can spread the word, otherwise they will be shot without mercy."
Everyone agreed.
But a minister said: "Marshal, Zampu's injury is not stable yet.
If, I mean if, if Zampu fails to survive, what should we do?
Should we immediately send our troops back to Tibet, or should we continue to stay and fight with the Tang army?"
Zamp really didn’t make it through, the news is not available If the seal can be sealed forever, Zampu has no heirs yet, but he has many brothers.
Once the news reaches Luoshe and Lhasa, someone in Luoshe will definitely establish another Zampu.
At that time, we will be passive, and the marshal's opponent will definitely Will blame the marshal for Zamp’s death.”
Dazalugong was frightened by these words.
If Zamp really died, the consequences would be disastrous.
He simply didn't dare to think about it anymore.
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After finally calming down, he stopped him and said, "Stop talking.
Zampuji, the Prime Minister of Humanity and Heaven, will definitely pass on the order without incident, block all news, and will never allow anyone to spread the news that Zampu is injured."
"yes" In the early hours of the morning, Dazalugong was awakened by the screams coming from the room where Sisunde was staying.
He immediately stood up.
Some ministers also ran over.
Everyone walked in.
Sisunde walked in.
Room.
Dazalukong asked sharply at the Tibetan woman who was taking care of Xisongde: "What's going on?"
The Tibetan woman pointed at Sisund and said in horror: "Zampu has vomited blood and his forehead is very hot."
Dazalugong and all the ministers and generals looked at the black blood on the ground beside the bed, and their expressions were stern.
Dazalugong stepped forward and touched Sisongde's forehead.
It was frighteningly hot.
He immediately said: "Quickly Go and invite Zen Master Dharma Realm” The monk from the Dharma Realm was quickly invited over.
After the inspection, the monk from the Dharma Realm sighed: "What the poor monk was worried about finally happened.
He went to prepare some cold water, soaked it in a towel and put it on the forehead of the king.
Every time he passed a cup of tea, If the time changes, whether we can survive it depends on the fate of the king, and this is all a poor monk can do."
Dazalukong shouted: "Go and prepare cold water and towels, go quickly" Everyone's heart was desolate.
They were all too familiar with this situation.
Every time they had an injury or a high fever, the toughest of them could survive, but most of them couldn't survive and died.
Daza Lugong and others spent a whole day in panic.
During this day, Sisunde had a high fever.
When the monk from the Dharma Realm examined his wound, he found that the wound was still inevitably suppurating.
This made Daza Lu Gong and all the ministers and generals looked pale.
After surviving the whole day, Sisunde woke up late at night.
His face was as golden as gold and he was extremely weak.
Dazalugong and others gathered around the bed and looked at him anxiously, and they all showed some smiles.
They thought they had seen him.
Songde has survived, and only the monks in the Dharma Realm know that this is a return to the past.
Dazalugong said in surprise: "Zanpu, it's great that you are awake."
Xisongde said in a weak voice: "Dazalukong, I can't do it anymore.
I seem to have heard the call of the Buddha and the previous kings."
"Ah, why is this happening?
Zamp, you can't leave us."
Dazalugong and others were shocked, and they all knelt down in front of the bed.
"Listen to what I have to say."
Xisongde paused and continued: "I'm not reconciled.
I'm only eighteen years old.
I still have a lot of things to do.
Unfortunately, I don't have time.
I hate the Tang people and I hate Zhao Ziliang." , you have to avenge me, kill Zhao Ziliang, kill all the Tang troops, and go to Chang'an, vomit."
Before Xisunde finished speaking, a mouthful of bruises spat out from his mouth, and he fell on his back with his eyes wide open and motionless.
"Zanpu, Zanpu" The room suddenly burst into tears.
All the Tibetan soldiers inside and outside Doba Station soon learned the news that Xisongde Zampu died of his injuries.
A large number of people inside and outside the station knelt down and cried loudly.
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After crying for more than half an hour, Dazalukong finally woke up from his grief.
He immediately ordered that no one leave or talk about Sisund's death.
Then he asked someone to change the dead Sisund into a He put on clean and luxurious clothes, washed himself, and summoned the ministers and generals to the side room to discuss how to deal with the next situation
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