When the bandits heard the name of the Tang Dynasty, they were shocked and looked at each other, with helpless expressions and a little unbelievable.

"Impossible!" The leading man narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "The Tang Dynasty has been dead for decades. Although we are in the Kashgar area, we are already clear."

"Don't lie to us!"

Di Jian smiled and said without any objection: "If the country is destroyed, can't the country be restored? More than fifty years later, the Tang Dynasty has resumed."

"Look at the hundreds of us Han people, with black hair and black eyes, how many can we see in the Western Regions?"

"That's not sure!" the man said vigilantly: "There are many people in the Kingdom of Khotan, and we are not that easy to cheat."

Di Jian was speechless. He turned his head and looked at the fat monk beside him.

So, the fat monk took the money and had a professional ethics. He couldn't help but speak, "This general is indeed an envoy of the Tang Dynasty. He told me by the holy monk himself, and it was not a lie."

Hearing this, the man's face slowed down, he let out a breath of turbid air, widened his eyes, looked and looked, and said, "Believe you for now, please come with me, the tribe needs you now!"

Hearing this, Di Jian and his group were very surprised, but they followed him in a confused manner, not afraid of being deceived.

If you really fight, Di Jian can really beat the other party with just over a hundred people.

After walking for a while, after several rounds, the group finally arrived at an oasis where the tribe with a hundred accounts resided here.

The oasis is not big or small, about 500 acres, and there is a lake in the middle, showing dark green. It can be seen that the water quality is not very good. Hundreds of cattle and sheep are carefully stocked by children, for fear of eating too much and hurting the grassroots.

In a desert, there are countless oasis such as this and are also the most important source of life.

"This is not a very good place to live!" Yu Qingnian led the way in front and sighed and said, "Hundreds of us are here, so we can only live by robbery, otherwise we will not be able to survive at all."

"Of course, we just pay the money honestly, we don't kill anyone!"

Finally, Yu Qingnian looked at Tang Xun's face carefully.

"I understand!" Surrounded by yellow sand, how could Di Jian not understand such a situation? Living is the only goal, and no matter how many means it is, it is not an exaggeration.

"How long have you been here?"

Di Jian asked while walking.

"I don't remember it. Anyway, it's been more than a hundred years, so I can only live by robbery!"

Yu Qingnian smiled bitterly and then said seriously: "You are here too timely."

Di Jian didn't understand why, but he still started moving forward.

After walking for a while, I came to the lake and saw hundreds of men and women sitting cross-legged in a circle under a built high platform.

On the high platform, two short-haired men, one middle and the other young, sat side by side, especially the boy, wearing brown clothes and leaning his chin against a heavy sword, lazily.

The middle-aged man was dancing and talking constantly in Turkic Chinese language:

"Arslan Khan said that as long as we help, we can obtain a large amount of cattle and sheep land. Leaving this small oasis, becoming a true subject, and seizing Kashgar will be fulfilled."

"Li Hans, what you said is so good, aren't you going out and having your life?"

The boy couldn't help but retorted directly: "If you go to the Karakhanate, you must convert to the Green Church. Haven't we just forgotten our ancestors?"

"We have lived here for generations, and one day the Tang Dynasty will definitely come back."

"Come back?" The middle-aged man looked quite disgusting at this time. He laughed and said, "My leader, the Tang Dynasty has been dead for decades, why are you still waiting for something stupid?"

"Arslan Khan said that as long as we convert to our letter, we can gain a larger oasis and wealth. Isn't it better to wait here to die?"

"If I want to make a choice, I would rather choose the Kingdom of Khotan!"

The young man said in a deep voice: "If we believe in the Green Sect, we will no longer be able to pay homage to our ancestors and let others drive them. In less than a few years, the Shule tribe will never exist."

"Shule?" the middle-aged man sneered: "There is no Shule City, only Kashgar City."

"You must never convert to a letter--" Just as the boy was about to refute, a scream suddenly came.

At this time, everyone's eyes turned and saw the troops going out to hunt brought back an army, and a monk with a naked and shiny head.

Di Jian shouted, and when he saw the effect, he couldn't help but trot, stepped onto the stage, met everyone, and said, "I am the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, Di Jian, who is responsible for the affairs of the entire Western Regions and is also the envoy of the Guiyi Army."

"Impossible, the Tang Dynasty has been destroyed-" The middle-aged man on the side couldn't help but retort directly, and even laughed: "You are a cheater. The Tang Kingdom has been dead for decades. You are really useless as a liar."

The boy couldn't help but look up, looked at the brave man, and smiled bitterly: "If you want to help me, you don't have to lie, as this will backfire. In short, I thank you for your kindness."

"Hahaha, there are actually scammers who come to us to cheat money-"

"It's funny that liars come to deceive our looted sand bandits!"

"I guess it was from a small oasis. I haven't seen the world before and I'm not well informed!"

Di Jian's face turned red when he saw everyone in the audience laughing so much.

At this time, the fat monk who came a while later came onto the stage and said, "Amitabha, I can testify that this donor is indeed an envoy of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Zen Master Duputiluo?" The middle-aged man and young man on the stage couldn't help but say in surprise.

Hundreds of people in the audience also folded their hands together and saluted respectfully and in surprise, with disbelief on their faces.

Zen Master Duputiluo, the fat monk, repeated with a serious look on his face: "This Lord Di Jian is an envoy of the Tang Dynasty recognized by the holy monk. Whether it is the King of Khotan or Gaochang Khan, he will treat him respectfully. His identity is beyond doubt."

The Holy Monk of Nogutresiti is the representative of all monks in the Kashgar region and is well-known. It is precisely because of his invitation that the Khotan Uighur Alliance dared to attack Kashgar without hesitation.

As his disciple, Zen Master Duptilu's words are naturally very credible.

"Impossible, hasn't the Tang Dynasty perished?"

The middle-aged man next to him was still unbelievable, and then he thought of something again, pointed at the boy and said, "I didn't expect that, Yu Linxin, as the leader, you actually spent money to bribe Zen Master Duputiluo. What a despicable method!"

"I don't!" The young man Yu Linxin immediately stood up and said seriously: "As the leader, I will not use such despicable means, and the noble Zen Master Duputiluo cannot be bought with money."

As he said that, he bowed to the fat monk, who accepted calmly.
Chapter completed!