East Asia was destined to be full of disasters in the third year of the first three years. The Han Dynasty suffered a severe drought and locust plague that had not been encountered in decades. After the beginning of winter, the Huns suffered another white disaster that had not been seen in several generations, which made the two countries that should have been fighting and were only concerned about their own affairs.

When the Han Dynasty was hit by disaster, officials from the emperor came forward to rescue the famine, such as setting up a permanent warehouse to quell the warehouse, and relieving disaster victims to exempt taxes in the disaster area. After all, Xiaowu's old age was 2 million refugees in Guandong, and the world was still fresh in memory. No matter how corrupt the court was, it had to do things on the surface. This was the effect of the dynasty. It was the focus of one county in trouble and mobilizing the eight counties to support food and fodder.

But after all, it was a feudal dynasty and could not compare with later generations. Although the concept was good, it had to be implemented by people. The governments in various places were clear and turbid. There were even officials who exploited and made money from the national crisis in the name of disaster relief. There might be very little left in the individual's head. Often, the distant waters could not quench their near thirst, and they could only make up for the sheep afterwards. If they only hoped that the court would come to rescue them, the victims would have starved to death long ago.

Fortunately, there are clan forces below to maintain local order, and the same surname lives in various places, which makes people feel a sense of belonging. Most of the three elders in the inner world are clan leaders. Although they are far away from each other's relatives and have different virtues, it is a commendable moral matter to benefit the poor people and help relatives and neighbors when encountering disasters. Some local geniuses are doing it.

But there is no free lunch in the world. Afterwards, they will most likely swallow the land of their poor relatives and turn them into their own tenant farmers. A small powerful man in a place often grows in disasters.

In the fourth year of Benshi (70 BC), the disaster in the Han Dynasty eased, and the famine finally ended with the emperor's wedding, but in the Huns, suffering had just begun.

"The weather is so weird, beyond the knowledge of the oldest elders. The snow fell before the New Year and melted, and then it fell silent for a few months. The rivers were frozen, and people could still hold on, but the livestock fell a lot."

When Milanda went to the river, he met his neighbor from the adjacent ranch. He was also chiseling ice at this moment and often sighed.

It was already February, and the temperature in the northern desert was still above minus ten degrees Celsius. The lakes and rivers were frozen hard. The grasslands that were covered with snow a few months ago are now white. After the plants and trees were frozen to death, only large areas of black soil were left.

The neighbor complained to Milanda, saying that it was a "black disaster".

When the white disaster came, the wind was howling and the blizzard was raging. Milanda had already seen great success. However, the nature of the black disaster was completely opposite to it - there was too little snow.

It seemed that nothing had happened, but it buried the threat of death in the dark. A group of cattle and sheep that rushed out of the circle were walking on the ice like crazy, lowering their heads and licking the ice surface, and frostbite their tongues, even sticking them on them, and they could only be cut with a knife. The neighbor's wife and daughter could only pull the ewe and prevent it from going to the ice surface.

The neighbor looked at this scene and sighed: "The livestock will be short of water if they cannot eat snow for twenty days, and the ewes will not produce milk; if they cannot eat snow for forty days, they will lose weight; if there is no snow for more than two consecutive months, the livestock will become thin and fall down one after another."

After Milanda only worked silently, and he was the only adult left in the whole family, his livelihood became even more difficult. He had to drag the chiseled ice back to the animal pen, crush it little by little and put it in the food trough, so that the livestock could easily eat it. The grass and trees in the wild were picked up completely, and there was no fuel to find, and people could only maintain their drinking water by relying on these broken ice.

Pujie and his brother put the broken ice into the mouth and greedily absorbed the water.

But the water consumption of cattle, sheep and horses is several times more than that of humans. The livestock in the pen is like plants and trees that have been drought for a long time, wilted and no longer has the vitality of the past. Ren Milanta hurts the ewes, and no longer has a drop of milk.

"Migrate and walk to Jinshan, there will be snow on the high ground." A herder who drove his livestock to persuade them.

But Pujie's family no longer has the capital to migrate. After the vacancies, there were not many livestock left, and now they have died one after another. Fewer sheep can produce milk. Even if they find snow and no grass, the livestock cannot survive.

They could only stay where they were, waiting for the snow to come.

As the cheese and milk were completely exhausted at home, Milanda almost lost food and became thinner, but she still shook her head at the meat sheep handed over after Pu Jie slaughtering the sheep.

He cannot break the precepts.

The neighbors were not much better. Every family had livestock and died, and the seemingly powerful Huns seemed powerless when facing famine and were more fragile than the Han Dynasty.

For tribal alliances like the Huns, there is no government to coordinate disaster relief, and no help from clan neighbors. They believe in the survival rule that the strong prey on the weak and the old and weak should die. Disasters are all caused by their own hardships, and they cannot expect the Great Shanyu or the wise kings to help. As for brother tribes, they have long been harmed by neighbors and it is good not to take advantage of the chaos to loot.

In the past, the only strategy of the Great Shanyu to rescue the desert was to take Ding Zhuang south to loot and find a way to survive, and pass on the pain of the disaster to the Han people. However, this method no longer worked as the Han Dynasty revived again. After the white disaster, the disaster came again. By late February, three or four livestock died and one or two people died.

If Ren Hong saw this scene, he would probably sigh: "A piece of snow in the times falls on a single Hun, and it is a mountain."

Most of the dead were old men. They took the initiative or passively made their own contributions and became victims of abandonment by the tribe. Milanda had witnessed the sacrifice of Pujie's grandmother, and with the snow in March, there were more and more similar things in the tribe.

The neighbor's house couldn't hold on anymore. On that day, when Milanta took Pujie out to dig ice, he found that the neighbor carried the old mother in the tent on the back of the horse and carried her to the wilderness step by step.

"It's really impossible." As we passed by them, the neighbor smiled bitterly.

According to the custom of the Huns, if a man is over 60 years old and a woman over 50 years old, he will be carried to the wilderness from Ding Zhuang and let him eliminate him on his own.

Either they are frozen to death in the cold or are devoured by wild wolves wandering around the tent with hungry stomachs. After a few days, there are only bloody bones left. If they are willing, they will pick them up for burial. There are also cruel people who let their parents throw their bodies away in the wilderness - even the living people can't take care of themselves, let alone the dead?

Many men are like Pujie's grandfather, who would rather die in battle than die in such a cowardly way.

But Hu Wu highly praised this matter and said that it was just to send the elderly to "serve the Qilian God". If they were willing to give birth to two sheep, Hu Wu was even willing to come here to condescend to hold a ceremony for the elderly and send them to "the feet of the Qilian God."

But the neighbor's house was unwilling to pay such a big price anymore, so he only came to Milanda:

"Aren't you a witch too? I've seen you hold a ceremony for Grandma Pujie."

Milanda was stunned and explained: "I believe in Buddhism, which is different from your God."

"Are there many gods? In addition to Qilian gods, mountains and waters, they all have their own gods." The neighbors did not understand and thought that the so-called Buddha was a small mountain god.

However, in the view of the Theravada department of the fundamental teachings of the Snow Mountain Tribe, the Buddha is not a god. His body has limits and his life span is bounded. It is said that when he is dying, the Buddha warns his disciples to follow the law and not the man. People have birth and death, and the Dharma is eternal. Only the mass tribes in the south are vigorously proclaiming that Buddha is an omnipotent god.

Heresy, it's simply heresy!

Even so, the neighbor begged Milanda to help him comfort his mother, because she was very interested when she heard Xiao Pujie talk about Buddha.

The neighbor's mother was named A Lingpo, she was so thin that she had become a burden in the family. She also knew what was waiting for her. Her body was trembling and her eyes were desperate. She only said to Milantu: "Pujie tells me, can your gods make people live many more times?"

Milanda was no longer able to explain that the Buddha was not a god, but that he believed in Buddhism itself, and only described the concepts of karma and reincarnation in simple language that the Huns could understand.

I heard that when a person has a next life, if he does good deeds and does not do evil in this life, he can be reincarnated into the carefree way of heaven or the human way of a good person, A Lingpo's eyes suddenly become brighter and brighter.

The gods of the Huns were cruel. They went to serve as slaves to the Qilian God. They were from Shanyu when they were alive, but they were still Shanyu after they were alive, but they were still slaves after they were alive. The world after they were alive is no different from reality, and this is the most desperate place.

But the karma reincarnation mentioned by Milanta gives people at the bottom a little hope.

"I have done good deeds. When I was a child, I went out hunting with my father, and I secretly let out a wounded fox."

Although the little fox did not come back to repay his kindness, A Lingpo still remembered this, and she beat her father and brother hard for this.

But when Milanta told her the Five Precepts of Buddhism, A Lingpo was in trouble again.

"I've stolen, stolen sheep from the neighboring pasture."

She looked at her son again: "He is actually from me and another person."

"I have said a lot of big talk and like to drink milk wine."

From this point of view, she is destined to be reincarnated? The old man was very disappointed.

"But you haven't killed anyone."

Milanta smiled. King Wuyou and King Milan were both cruel kings and committed all kinds of evil, but as long as they wake up and convert to Buddhism, they will still be the great King of Dharma propaganda.

"As long as you wish to take refuge in the Three Jewels of Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha, you can become a Buddha layman. In the next life, you will be free from falling into the animal realm, being born in the human realm, and being reincarnated in a good family."

A Lingpo kept nodding: "I hope at least Qianqi's family can eat meat every meal and not be afraid of white disasters and black disasters."

The Buddha had no idol at first, but was influenced by the Greeks to create statues. After Milanda came to the grassland, he carved a small Buddha statue with a large wolf otto. At this moment, he showed it to A Lingpo and recited Sanskrit scriptures to her. Although A Lingpo couldn't understand it, his eyes were full of longing for the next life.

No matter what religion, it solves the eternal proposition of "death", which is the eternal proposition of human beings. Who wants to die and die, or live a hard life as a slave after death?

The ceremony was completed. Ah Lingpo followed Milanta's appearance and bowed to him with his hands together. When he raised his head, he was already full of tears, but he smiled with a gratitude. Then his son carried it with his thinness and walked towards the wilderness without looking back.

Milanda crawled at them, and for some reason, he was so thirsty every day that he shed two lines of tears, but it soon solidified into frost on his face.

All sentient beings are suffering, and all sentient beings are suffering!

When it was almost dark, the neighbor came again. He felt much more relaxed and said that he found a rock without corpses in the distance and placed his mother on it.

Then he followed the rules that he should not look back and left quickly, but his mother did not cry or wail in the abandonment, but only quiet.

This made the neighbor unable to help but look back and find that her mother was sitting in the same place, her head bit by bit, as if she was asleep. After she passed by Milanda's words, her mind seemed to have been relieved.

The neighbor was very grateful to Milanda and gave him some of the only cheese left in the house.

After a few days, somehow, this incident spread in the nearby ranch. Since then, there have been Huns who want to send their parents to death, but cannot afford to invite Hu Wu to come to Milanda, hoping to let the elderly leave at least peacefully.

Afterwards, the herdsmen would take the initiative to give Milanda some milk and cheese, which would allow Pujie's brothers to survive, and he would not have to kill animals and eat meat.

Gradually, those slaves who were not even as good as livestock began to gather around them when Milanda saw off for the elderly, full of longing for the world of reincarnation after death.

The class solidification of the Huns was far more serious than that of the Han Dynasty. Ordinary people and slaves had no thoughts in this life, and only looked for the next life.

In this era of suffering, a country of suffering, and when the people at the bottom have no place to rely on disasters, religion can comfort them.

Milanda saw off for thin old men, listened to their stories, and felt their despair and pain. This made him unable to sleep at night and often cried late at night. Only the small wolf-tooth Buddha statue in front of his neck could bring Milanda comfort, make him firm in his belief that there was cause and effect when he came to the Huns.

"I want to let Buddhism take root in the grassland."

He walked out of the house holding the Buddha statue and saw the snow falling again after three months, and smiled.

"Everyone wants to save all sentient beings!"

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The Great Shanyu and the Right Xianwang did not know that a new doctrine was slowly spreading at the bottom of the Huns, and they did not pay attention to the life and death of ordinary herders. They were worried about other things and major affairs of the country at this moment.

In the golden tent next to Gonglu River, the Hu Yanfeng Shanyu, who had returned to the Shanyu Court, had a dark face and listened to the report of the three bad news from King Hao Su Xing Weiyang from the north, east and west.

"The Wuhuan united with the Xianbei, attacked our left army, and captured the west land."

"Ding Ling rebelled, attacked the north of Shanyu Court, and plundered tens of thousands of cattle and sheep."

The natural disaster not only came to the Huns, but also caused the Wuhuan, Xianbei and Dingling, who were in the north, to be affected by the disaster. The Wuhuan Xianbei was originally the enemy of the Huns. Danding Ling, a slave who had surrendered to the Huns since the Maodun Shanyu, was also forced to go south by Baishen, and drove their high chariots to attack the Huns, and began to show his teeth to the master!

"We have to let them know who is the real master of the grassland!"

Hu Yanfeng Shanyu was furious, but his body was also cold during the winter marches last year. He was still his wife, Zhuanqulan, known as the "most beautiful flower on the grassland", came up with herbs prepared by Hu Wu:

"Da Shanyu, it's time to take medicine."

Huyanbu Shanyu listened to Zhuanqu Yan's words very much, and frowned and drank the medicinal soup made of milk.

Shanyu asked Xing Weiyang to continue saying that although Ding Ling and Wuhuan were hateful, they could completely repel him with the strength of the Shanyu Ting and the left. What worried him the most was that the Han people in the south would take the opportunity to make moves. If they would come to the Huns again, they would not be able to bear it.

"The Han army in the south did not move, but the Right King from the west sent someone to report..."

Xing Weiyang was worried: "Ren Hong has sent troops, he is marching towards Hujie!"

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PS: Cough cough I was delayed in the morning, Chapter 2 is at night.
Chapter completed!