The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 221: Country, Poetry and Soldiers
Lingde, who was on the altar, drooped his eyelids slightly when he heard this, and said in a compassionate and kind voice: "So it is Junior Brother Lan Can who has come. Junior Brother, you are not very good at learning the Dharma. Could it be that you don't even understand the Western Paradise very well? Do you have doubts?"

Lan Can snorted, "How could I be confused about the Western Paradise? What I want to ask you is what is the difference between Amitabha Buddha's Western Paradise and Amitabha Buddha's Western Paradise?"

Lingde at the altar was stunned when he heard this. Amitabha is the Buddha of Infinite Light, also known as the Buddha of Infinite Light.

Buddha of Infinite Light, Buddha of Infinite Life, Buddha of Infinite Form, Buddha of Infinite Banners, and Buddha of Infinite Merits are all Amitabha Buddha.

Infinite Light, Infinite Life, etc. are all different vows and causes of Amitabha Buddha. The Buddha of Infinite Merit is the incarnation of Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha means limitless, endless, and immeasurable in Sanskrit.

But there are some differences between the Western Paradise and the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. The leader of the Western Paradise is Amitabha Buddha, while the leader of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss mentioned in Esoteric Buddhism is Amitabha Buddha.

Lingde suddenly said slowly on the altar: "What's the difference?"

Lan Can said loudly, "I am asking you, brother, the difference between the Western Paradise and the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

Lingde looked at him and couldn't help cursing in his heart. This bald donkey actually found fault with the Tantric scriptures.

Although both exoteric Buddhism and esoteric Buddhism are Mahayana, generally speaking, only the Liao Dynasty and the Western Xia Dynasty practiced both exoteric and esoteric Buddhism. When it came to the dual sutras and methods, the Central Plains only adhered to the exoteric teachings. Whether they were practicing Buddhism or studying sutras and asking questions, they would not talk about esoteric Buddhism.

He smiled, his face glossy and shiny, with a solemn look, and said, "Amitabha is the Buddha of Infinite Light. If so, what is the difference between the two paradises?"

Lan Can sneered, "Brother, you ask me again? It was clearly my question, why do you always throw it back? Don't you know? If you don't know, then let me solve it for you."

Lingde smiled slightly, neither saying he knew nor saying he didn't know, but just controlled his posture, looking a little reserved. At the moment he was sitting high up, and looking at people with a cold eye, he seemed to have the demeanor of a great man of the time.

Lan Can glanced at the crowd of people listening to the sutras around him and said, "Since Abbot Lingde doesn't know, then I'll ask this humble monk to explain the difference between the two. The Western Paradise is not the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. The two are different."

Lingde: “Oh, haha…”

Lan Can put his palms together and said: "Although Amitabha is the Buddha of Infinite Light, the Western Paradise is not the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. It is another place built by the Buddha of Infinite Light with great vows, also known as Shambhala!"

Lingde nodded: "The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss does refer to Shambhala, not the Paradise."

Lan Can continued, "The Western Paradise is the Buddhist world, while the Pure Land of Bliss, Shambhala, is a place close to the secular world. It is an ideal country, a beautiful country, and the leader, Amitabha Buddha, personally presides over it."

"This pure land is located deep in the snow-capped mountains in the west. It is shaped like an eight-petal lotus and is surrounded by snow-capped mountains. There is no poverty or hardship, and people's life spans are counted in thousands of years. The Buddha of Infinite Light has hidden the land with great magical powers, so that it is unknown to the outside world."

"Here there is a monarch and citizens. The citizens are kind-hearted and believe in Buddhism. There are many practitioners and temples in the country. People can achieve spiritual purification and liberation through practice. There is no war, no hunger, and no disease. People live happily and the country is harmonious and orderly.

"All the kings of Shambhala were incarnations of great bodhisattvas, protecting and spreading the Dharma. The first king was a disciple of the Buddha who inherited the secret teachings. He ruled the kingdom of Shambhala, which consisted of 9.6 million cities and a vast land.

“Anyone who is predestined, even if they are not originally Buddhists, as long as they have great wisdom, can enter Shambhala, live there, and eventually become an arhat, bodhisattva, or Buddha.”

When Lingde heard this, he waved to the young monk serving at the altar, and the young monk immediately presented him with a phoenix flower made of pure gold. Lingde held the golden phoenix flower in his hand, picked up the flower and smiled slightly.

"Junior brother, there aren't many mistakes or omissions in what you said, but it's a little confusing. I'm not familiar with it. Did you come here to cram for the exam and just read the scriptures?"

At this time, the monks of Xiangguo Temple around shouted "Amitabha Buddha", sprinkled dew water around the altar with clean bottles, and lit sandalwood, so that the spirits could be wafted in the fragrance. Then they said, "Master Abbot, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, his power is boundless, his supernatural powers are vast, and he knows everything."

Lan Jian whispered at this moment: "This abbot Lingde really has Buddhist teachings. He seems to be extremely compassionate, just like the golden statue of Buddha enshrined in the temple."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "The old monk has some skills, otherwise how could he manage the Xiangguo Temple so well? In the past, the houses and land belonging to Xiangguo Temple from other places were all leased, but here he sent monks to open their own shops."

Lan Can was shocked when he heard this. He was the one who asked Ling De, so how did Ling De become the one testing him? This thief bald man was too shameless!
"Abbot Lingde is very good at transplanting flowers and trees. I'm afraid he doesn't know Shambhala at all. He only knows about this place after I told him about it, right?"

Lingde smiled calmly at the altar: "When I read the Amitabha Sutra and felt Shambhala, I am afraid that you were not yet born. When I dreamt of the ideal country, I am afraid that you did not know what the Dharma is."

Lan Can snorted, "I have wisdom from my past lives, how can I compare to Abbot Lingde's wisdom in this life?"

Lingde said: "So what if it takes nine lifetimes? If one has great wisdom and can become a Buddha right away, why would one need to practice for so many lifetimes?"

Lan Can said: "How can the shallow foundation of the people who have just realized the profound truth be compared to this?"

Lingde said: "All living beings are equal, my Buddha is equal, all dharmas are equal, there is no high or low, my junior brother has fallen into the devil's way."

Lan Can said, "Since there is no superiority or inferiority, why did the Ming Wang subdue the demon in anger? I think the abbot has entered the devil's way."

Lingde suddenly roared on the altar, saying: "I woke up my junior brother, and you dare to doubt Buddhism!"

Lan Can was shocked and immediately said, "It is obvious that you have understood the Buddhist teachings incorrectly. All beings are equal, all dharmas are equal, and that is not the way to explain it at all!"

Lingde said: "How do you explain that? Junior brother, please don't utter evil words, otherwise don't blame me for exorcising demons!"

Lan Can said angrily: "Who knows who will subdue the demon? Come on, play some music!"

Then I saw the monks from Taiping Xingguo Temple at the back immediately striking the instruments in their hands, especially the big wooden fish, which made a deafening sound, and then they recited the Shurangama Mantra to subdue demons.

The monks of Xiangguo Temple were not to be outdone. They recited the Avalokitesvara Sutra to subdue demons together. For a moment, the scene became a little chaotic.

Zhao Ti shook his head when he saw this. Are they going to take action again?
The young monk at the altar came over at some point, brought a chair to Zhao Ti, clasped his hands together and said, "Sit down and watch, benefactor."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Stay beside me, don't go over there."

The young monk hurriedly said yes, but he ran to somewhere and brought some rock sugar water to offer. Seeing this, Tong Guan couldn't help scratching his temples and felt threatened.

After just a moment, the scene became completely chaotic. The two monks faced each other, their eyes wide open, and they shouted scriptures at a deafening volume, mixed with various greetings.

After a while, a scuffle broke out. Lingde hurriedly climbed down from the altar. Then, with two monks protecting him on both sides, he did not return to the abbot's temple but ran straight to the west.

Zhao Ti shook his head and stood up with a smile: "Let's go, let's not watch anymore, let's go out and have some tea at the vegetarian teahouse."

Everyone said yes, turned around and walked a few steps outside. Behind them, a fight started. There were a lot of "ping ping pong" noises, and then there was a "crash". The altar collapsed, causing continuous screams...

The group left Xiangguo Temple and went to Dingjiasu Teahouse to have tea and snacks before returning home.

It was already mid-afternoon. Zhao Ti returned to his study and stayed there for a while, then stood up and walked towards the stable.

When he arrived at the stable, he saw the eagle leaning against the wooden fence to bask in the sun. When it saw him coming, it jumped up to greet him. Zhao Ti touched the eagle's head and found that its flat hair had grown bigger again.

It seems that it was not fully mature when it was on the grassland, and its body still has room to grow. He saw the eagle spread its wings and couldn't help thinking, if it gets bigger, wouldn't it be possible to ride it and fly?
After releasing the eagle, he walked into the stable and saw Black Rose lying on the ground, playing with the reins.

The last time Mu Wanqing came, Zhao Ti untied the rope for it. After it took the thing inside by itself, it was never tied up again. It rarely ran outside. At most, it would walk around the mansion with its head held high and then come back by itself. The people in the mansion were used to it.

Seeing Zhao Ti, Black Rose stood up from the ground, walked up to him and rubbed his arm. Zhao Ti stroked the horse's head and said in a low voice, "I don't know what your former master was doing in Dali. He said he would return after delivering the letter. Now, not only is he missing, but there is no news from him either."

Black Rose looked at him with her jewel-like eyes, as if she was also thinking about this matter, but she couldn't figure it out, so she continued to rub her neck against him.

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival at home before coming back? But that's fine, it's always a reunion festival. Now I should spend it in Dali, but it may not be the case in the future. Tokyo is also home."

As he spoke, he led Black Rose out and strolled around the mansion. The big eagle followed behind, swaying and sliding a few steps from time to time, appearing to be very happy.

In a blink of an eye, a few days passed, and it was the day before Mid-Autumn Festival. I took everyone out to travel around most of Tokyo city, bought a lot of things, and then waited for the festival.

At dusk, the sky was full of brilliant clouds and the setting sun was rosy red. After finishing his meal, Zhao Ti was about to go to the quiet room to practice martial arts when suddenly the steward came to report that someone outside the mansion wanted to see him.

Zhao Ti asked, "What kind of person is he?"

The steward smiled bitterly and said, "Wang Jia, it was a little girl, not very old. I thought she was a naughty child who had gone to the wrong place while playing, so I didn't dare to report it to disturb Wang Jia. But she said her name was Li Qingzhao, and she was a junior of Su Xueshi. She recognized Wang Jia and had something to say."

"Li Qingzhao..." Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes. What did this little girl want to see him for? She lost the last time she wrote a poem on the Lantern Festival and ran away crying. She must have hated him so much in her heart. How dare she come to the mansion?
He said, "Call him over."

The steward went out for a moment and came back trotting, saying, "Your Majesty, she refused to come into the mansion and said she wanted to see you outside. This..."

Zhao Ti took a sip of tea and asked, "Who did she come with? Was she alone?"

The steward said, "Originally there was one person, but just as I went out, I saw an old servant following me. He looked very embarrassed and kept winking at me, as if he didn't want me to report anymore."

Zhao Ti said with a smile, "What's going on? Now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is here and it's time for family reunion, her father was banished to another place by Zhang Dun. Could it be that she remembered this and came to me, the leader of the new law, to ask for an explanation? But she should have gone to Zhang Dun. It was Zhang Dun who drove Li Gefei away, not me."

The steward didn't dare to speak. Zhao Ti sighed softly, "How can a little girl like her understand the Party's laws? Not to mention now, she may not understand it even when she grows up. Forget it, I will go and take a look."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out. The manager breathed a sigh of relief and followed him.

After leaving the palace gate, he saw Li Qingzhao standing at the bottom of the stairs. She was a little taller than she was during the Lantern Festival, but still taller than his chest, so still very small.

"I told you to come into the mansion, but you didn't. What do you want from me?" Zhao Ti looked at the little girl, and saw that she was becoming more and more pretty, with thin willow-shaped eyebrows, a delicate nose and a bright red mouth, and an indignant expression on her face.

The old servant behind her hurriedly pulled her to salute. After the ceremony, Li Qingzhao looked up at Zhao Ti and said, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. Today I come to compete with you in poetry."

"What does the poetry competition have to do with the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow? Do you want to write a poem on the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival?" Zhao Ti said.

"No, I thought of my father. I wanted to compete with you in poetry. If I beat you, my father would definitely be very happy." Li Qingzhao said, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Defeated me?" Zhao Ti laughed and said, "Last time when I was on a diplomatic mission to Liao Kingdom with Su Xueshi, we wrote several poems. He couldn't even say that he defeated me. How dare you, a little girl, say that? Besides, your father was banished to another place because he disobeyed the orders of Prime Minister Zhang. Why did you come to me? You should go to Zhang Dun instead."

"Your Highness Prince of Yan is the initiator of restoring the old and abolishing the new. If there is no new law, how can these things happen? Naturally, I will find Prince of Yan..." "Miss, please don't talk nonsense." The old servant was shocked when he heard it, and immediately grabbed Li Qingzhao and stepped forward to salute: "Your Highness, please don't blame me. My girl is a child and doesn't know anything. Please forgive me."

Zhao Ti said calmly, "It's okay. The two laws have always been a matter that has never been banned from the public. I, the leader of the New Party, have said this many times, so how could I be so petty as to argue with a little girl like her?"

The old servant heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, and turned around and said, "Young lady, you'd better go back. The king has already condescended to see you, so please don't disturb the king again..."

Li Qingzhao shook her head and said, "I wrote a poem and left. Since the King of Yan has already left, why don't he listen to my poem? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time to leave?"

The old servant said anxiously, "Young lady, please listen to me. Madam is still waiting for you to come home. You said you would go to Xiangguo Temple to buy calligraphy and paintings and come back in the afternoon. It's already evening now."

Li Qingzhao said, "Now that I'm here, how can I just leave? Everyone knows that I came to compete with His Royal Highness Prince Yan in poetry. If I leave like this, people will misunderstand that Prince Yan doesn't dare to compete with me in poetry."

"Where does such a perverse idea come from?" Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Tell me, what kind of poetry do you want to compete in? Tell me quickly. I have things to do and don't have time to waste with a kid like you."

Li Qingzhao heard this and said, "Why is this a waste of time? The King of Yan will not worry about losing this time. After I finish my work, I can make an excuse and leave."

Zhao Ti touched his chin and said, "In that case, let's talk about the topic. You don't want to go home too late and make your mother worry, right?"

"Okay!" Li Qingzhao nodded: "Then write a bold poem. Five-character or seven-character quatrains are fine."

"Bold poetry?" Zhao Ti looked the little girl up and down and thought, this is not what you are good at, why do you want to write this kind of poem?
Seeing a hint of cunning in Li Qingzhao's eyes, he realized that it was because of the poem "Qingyu'an Lantern Festival" he wrote last time that the other party had misunderstood him and thought that he could only write graceful poems.

Most of Xin Qiji's poems are bold and unrestrained, but "Qing Yu'an Yuan Xi" is a rare one of his poems that is graceful and elegant.

Zhao Ti smiled slightly. Was the little girl playing Tian Ji's horse racing game with him? She was good at being graceful, but she could also write a few bold poems. Did she think that he could only write graceful and not bold, so she used what she was not good at to attack what he was even worse at?

"It's just bold and nostalgic!" Li Qingzhao nodded vigorously: "I only write poems, not lyrics. Who will go first, you or me?"

"Bold and nostalgic." Zhao Ti smiled. As far as he could remember, the other party had only written a dozen quatrains and regulated verses, and only three of them were bold and nostalgic.

The most famous one is the summer quatrain in which the future poet scolds her husband Zhao Mingcheng, "Live as a hero, die as a ghost hero." The second most famous one is the seven-character quatrain "Wujiang" and the one inscribed on the Eight-Song Tower.

The poem "Live to be a Hero" was written by Li Qingzhao when Zhao Mingcheng abandoned the city and fled without fighting. Li Qingzhao was furious when she found out about it and accused him of being cowardly and afraid of death.

But if this poem is taken alone, without any allusions or innuendos, it can be considered an extremely high-quality poem that expresses one's boldness and aspirations.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ti smiled slightly: "In this case, I will go first."

Li Qingzhao was slightly surprised and rolled her eyes. She didn't expect the other party to come first. She said, "Your Highness the Prince of Yan, don't you like to be the last one?"

“Hehe…” Zhao Ti shook his head and said, “This prince does not want to listen to some whining without reason, forced sorrow, and pretentious things. I’m afraid you will find it difficult to speak after this prince finishes.”

"King Yan, you!" Li Qingzhao gnashed her teeth in anger, "Then go ahead and write. I want to see what kind of bold and unrestrained poem you can come up with."

Zhao Ti looked at her and said, "Listen carefully, one poem of mine is enough for you to study for three to five years."

"I don't believe it." Li Qingzhao said, "Please write it and let me hear it."

Zhao Ti said: "Then let's write a five-character poem, just to express our nostalgia and aspirations."

He then thought for a few breaths and began to chant:
"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost. I think about Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong."

When Li Qingzhao heard the first sentence, her eyes opened wide. When she heard the second sentence, her shoulders trembled. When she heard the third sentence, her face showed complete disbelief. When she heard the last sentence, she showed an expression of extreme fear.

"You, how do you know the poem I am going to write? How did you know..." Li Qingzhao's face turned pale and she stammered.

Hmm? Did the little girl write this poem in advance? Zhao Ti looked at her and thought that she must have written it in advance. After all, in his memory, this little girl admired Xiang Yu very much. If she didn't curse Zhao Mingcheng in the future, she would probably write it if she tried hard. Moreover, she wanted to use this poem to challenge him today.

Zhao Ti said nothing, looking at the other person with a smile.

The little girl had a look of fear on her face and panic in her eyes. She suddenly turned around and ran away, crying as she ran: "Prince Yan, you, you scared me, I want to go home and tell my mother..."

Seeing this, the old servant hurriedly saluted Zhao Ti, then turned around and chased after him: "Miss, Miss, wait for this old servant."

Zhao Ti stood in front of the door, thought for a while, shook his head, turned around and walked back into the mansion.

On the second day, Mid-Autumn Festival, the city was as lively as last year, with streamers hung everywhere. In the morning, the streets were crowded with people, and in the afternoon, smoke rose from every household and the fragrance wafted out of the courtyard.

No matter whether they are big or small, there will be family banquets on this day, when children return home and families reunite, and some even hire opera troupes to perform.

The Prince of Yan's Mansion also hired a troupe on this day to perform variety shows to celebrate the festival. Variety shows were a successor to the military plays and song and dance plays of the Sui and Tang dynasties, and were developed by absorbing folk art such as singing and talking. They were usually performed in places such as Washe and Goulan.

This type of drama consists of three parts: erotic segments, serious drama and miscellaneous performances. The erotic segments are short song and dance comedy segments before the formal performance, which depict ordinary and familiar events. The serious drama is the core, telling a story, while the miscellaneous performances are mostly short comedy segments or acrobatic performances.

There are many people in the palace today. Some people from the Jinfengxiyu Tower and the Imperial Guard came over. They are all unmarried and were called by Zhao Ti to join in the fun.

After the show, a banquet was held with all kinds of wine, meat, snacks, fruits and sweet wine. They ate until the bright moon rose and then began to worship the moon. The banquet did not end until midnight.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Ti's vacation was not over yet. Apart from taking Azhulan Sword out to relax, he was practicing martial arts in the mansion, and had no other worries.

That afternoon, Yang Jian suddenly came to the mansion and said that Zhao Xu had summoned him. Zhao Ti changed his clothes and asked Tong Guan to drive the carriage, heading straight to the imperial city.

When he entered the palace and went to the imperial study, he saw Zhao Xu pacing in front of the desk. Seeing him coming, he smiled and said, "The Prince of Yan wants to discuss something with me."

Zhao Ti nodded, Yang Jian moved the chair over, Zhao Xu turned back to the table, and they sat down. Zhao Ti asked, "Your Majesty, what do you want to discuss with me?"

Zhao Xu placed his hands flat on the table, straightened his body, and said, "I have thought over and over again, and decided to use military force against Xixia."

Zhao Ti nodded. This was not unexpected. Zhao Xu had said a long time ago that he would send troops to Western Xia. It was only a matter of time before a war started.

"Your Majesty, is Xixia harassing the border again?"

Zhao Xu nodded. "Not even a month after the warhorse trade, they started to move frequently, constantly probing, robbing several villages on the border, and even killing more than a dozen people in a town."

Zhao Ti asked, "How are the border troops?"

Zhao Xu said: "The border troops chased after them, and there were several brief battles, with casualties on both sides. I don't want to wait here any longer. I will not be at peace unless Western Xia is destroyed."

Zhao Ti nodded: "Western Xia is ambitious and has no moral integrity. I also hope to completely destroy this beast. It would be best to kill it in one battle, a thunderbolt strike, without dragging it out for too long."

Zhao Xu said: "Now there is no shortage of war horses, this year is another bumper harvest, and the treasury has been full in recent years. I want to fight a big battle, a fierce battle, to directly eliminate the threat to the western part of the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Ti said: "Everything is indeed mature now, I wonder what Your Majesty is going to do?"

Zhao Xu smiled and said, "Of course, we will follow the plan of the King of Yan. We will first take Longyou and then attack Xixia, and then we will destroy the other side by encircling them. Now that autumn has arrived, I plan to quickly take Longyou before the New Year and immediately send troops to attack Xixia after the New Year."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty has thought it through. I don't think there is any problem with the timing."

Zhao Xu nodded first, then shook his head slightly: "However, I am worried about one thing."

Zhao Ti pondered and asked, "Your Majesty, are you worried about the Liao Kingdom?"

Zhao Xu smiled and said, "The King of Yan really knows what I want. If the Song army can defeat the enemy and march straight in with the intention of destroying Xixia, the Liao Kingdom will definitely intervene."

Zhao Ti said: "Yes, in the past, when the Song Dynasty and the Western Xia went to war, if the fighting was too intense and the Western Xia was on the verge of defeat, the Liao Kingdom would inevitably intervene, claiming to be mediating, but actually favoring the other side."

Zhao Xu said: "What does the King of Yan think of this matter? Do you have any plan to solve it? We can't start a war on two fronts. I am not so arrogant as to do that."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and said, "The last time I was sent as an envoy to the Liao Kingdom, I saw that the entire Liao Kingdom had no intention of fighting. I think things are different now. Even if the Liao Kingdom still takes sides, it is unlikely to resort to military force. As long as we quickly destroy Xixia on the one hand and delay the Liao Kingdom on the other, it won't be a problem. When the matter is done, the Liao Kingdom will have no other options and will naturally give up."

Zhao Xu pondered for a moment after hearing this, and said, "I think it's feasible, but what about the Song-Liao border?"

Zhao Ti said: "We should mobilize troops to guard against the enemy, but I don't think it's a good idea to mobilize the Western Army and the Hedong Army."

Zhao Xu frowned and said, "But it's not easy to transfer troops from the south. The troops in the south are few in number and they are in a different environment. If something unexpected happens, they may not be able to adapt to the battlefield in the north."

Zhao Ti said: "In my opinion, it would be better to send a group of the imperial guards from the capital. The imperial guards from the capital are large in number and well-equipped, and they can take on this important task."

Zhao Ti pondered again, and said after a moment: "That's not a bad idea. The imperial guards of the capital haven't fought for many years, so they probably don't have much combat power. They need to train well in advance to improve their courage and attack and kill formation skills. This will make the King of Yan tired."

Zhao Ti said: "This is my duty, Your Majesty, please rest assured."

Zhao Xu nodded: "Then let's make a temporary decision. We will attack Longyou before the New Year and send troops to Xixia after the New Year!"

Afterwards, the two discussed some details of sending troops to Longyou, and Zhao Ti got up and left the palace.

He had just returned home and was looking at a map in his study when Zhou Tong knocked on the door.

After being called in, Zhou Tong bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the King of Zhennan in Dali has sent a letter."

(End of this chapter)