Yao Xing's face became more and more ugly, and Yao Shao on the side had already felt the uncontrollable anger of his king, and gritted his teeth: "If this Master Kumarajiva really has such magical powers, how could he not be able to protect Qiuci in the first place?
What if I can’t save Houliang anymore? The great national master who destroyed the country twice, I don’t think he has much ability.”
The old man smiled and shook his head: "You can't save the country, but you can save the people? The fall of the country is just the slaughter of the monarchs and nobles, but Kumarajiva can break the precepts and sacrifice his life to protect the people. Isn't that why he is respected by the people?
Respect and admire? There is no immortal country in the world, but the people are the ones who live forever. Even if you face the change of dynasties, isn't it more important that you can survive than who becomes the emperor?"
Yao Xing finally couldn't help it anymore, raised his head, looked at the old man, and said coldly: "Sir, I think this is wrong. The monarch of the country is the biggest barrier to protect the people. Only when the country is strong and the king is wise,
Only in this way can we repel the enemy's attack and protect the people, like the great national master. Even if he sacrifices his life and breaks the precepts as you said, the knife is still in the hands of the emperors and generals who attacked and destroyed his country. He really killed the entire city's people.
What can the Grand Master do to stop it?"
The old man smiled slightly: "There is nothing we can do if we really want to kill him, but the Grand Master has tried his best and is willing to use his life to save the people. This can win the hearts of the people. This gentleman seems to be quite knowledgeable and understands what the people want. I think
You shouldn't argue with me."
Yao Xing gritted his teeth and was about to speak when suddenly, a cry came from in front of him: "Grand Imperial Master, please open your eyes and take pity on us military households outside the mountains."
At the same time, at least four to five hundred people, all dressed in civilian clothes and covered with disabilities, knelt down in unison, facing the Caotang Temple, kneeling step by step, kowtowing every time they knelt down. Many people's foreheads had already been
His skin was bruised and bleeding, but he still knelt forward and kowtowed.
Yao Shao opened his eyes wide: "Crazy, completely crazy, are these people really Lingbei military households? Those are soldiers of Da Qin, why should they kneel down to worship a monk?!"
The old man sighed softly: "Lingbei is miserable. Hu Xia has fought hard in recent years. Almost every family member has been killed in battle. Several big cities have been captured many times. The people have been relocated and the soldiers have been massacred. However, Da Qin is unable to defeat Hu Xia.
, is unable to protect the people of Lingbei, especially these military households, His Majesty does not allow them to move back inland, even these veterans who were injured and disabled in the war can only stay where they are and wait to die."
Yao Shao was furious and said: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why can't your Majesty protect the people of Lingbei? Every time the army comes out, the Hu Xia horse thieves will escape far away. When the army returns to the division, they will come back to attack. This is not
Your Majesty and the officers and soldiers of Da Qin cannot protect the people, it is because the enemy army is too cunning!"
The old man smiled slightly: "But in the eyes of these common people and military households, Da Qin was unable to destroy Hu Xia, that is, it was unable to protect them. I heard that even some of the mid-level and senior generals in Lingbei fled to join Hu Xia. Although
His Majesty mobilized soldiers and horses from all directions, hoping to complete his victory in one battle and defeat Hu Xia. However, it is obvious that these veterans of the military household do not have high hopes. For them, praying to gods and Buddhas here and begging for divine help is the only way they can survive.
Peace of mind."
A cold light flashed in Yao Xing's eyes: "Do the military households in Lingbei really think that it is more effective to seek help from a monk who has destroyed the country twice than to believe in their own emperor?"
The old man nodded and said: "The soldiers and civilians at the bottom are often unable to escape their own tragic fate. Instead, they will believe in strange powers and chaos. Just like the late emperor, who was besieged by Fu Jian with a heavy army, lacked water in the camp, and was about to be defeated.
Didn't they also rely on killing horses to worship the gods, and then heavy rains fell from the sky, turning defeat into victory? We Qiang people have always worshiped ghosts and gods, ancestors, and now such an eminent monk and living Buddha has come. Even the Qiang people have abandoned their belief in their ancestors and converted to this living Buddha.
This is not surprising. Who asked Your Majesty to take the lead in favoring this great national master?"
Yao Xing's teeth were chattering and he clenched his fists tightly. He looked at the flow of people in front of him and walked in the direction of Caotang Temple step by step. Yao Shao on the side whispered: "My lord, this is not yours."
Wrong, the military households guarding the border was ordered by the late emperor. I just hate Helianbobo for being cunning and cruel. As long as we eliminate him this time, we can appease these military households later."
Yao Xing sighed: "If the soldiers and officials of a country do not believe in the court or the emperor, but trust a great monk who destroyed the country twice, then is there any hope for our expedition this time? This old gentleman...
…”
As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the old man. Suddenly, his expression froze on his face, because the stone just now was empty, and the old man had long since disappeared.
Yao Shao frowned: "This person comes and goes without a trace. He is very mysterious. I'm afraid he is not a kind person. Your Majesty, don't take those nonsense to heart. Kumarajiva cannot go out in seclusion today, and only the front yard is open.
I must be ready to have a private conversation with you, so let’s enter the temple through the side door.”
Yao Xing said coldly: "I don't think it's necessary. Nowadays, everyone worships the living Buddha more than believes in me. If I take the initiative to come to him again, wouldn't it be true? The late emperor just took away Fu.
Our country is mainly anti-customer. I don’t want something like this to happen again.”
Yao Shao's expression changed: "What does your Majesty mean?"
Yao Xing turned around and walked back. His voice came coldly along the wind: "Jia Fu, send a message to Kumarajiva. I will wait for him in the imperial garden in an hour. Also, help me get from Chang'an City."
Among the brothels and brothels, I selected ten stunning beauties for my use."
Two hours later, Qin Palace, Imperial Garden.
In a pavilion, Yao Xing was sitting in the pavilion with an expressionless expression. On a stone table in the pavilion, there were fruits. The grapes from the Western Regions were all purple and black, lying in bunches on the plate.
The golden cantaloupe was in the middle, and the pieces of golden cantaloupe were upturned, and the fruity aroma was overflowing, making the eunuchs standing aside twitch their throats from time to time.
Kumarajiva, who was standing on the other side of the stone table, wearing a cassock and holding a Zen staff, looked normal. Yao Xing looked at him, smiled slightly, pointed to the fruit plate in front of him, and said: "If I remember correctly, the country
The master is from Qiuci. These fruits and melons come from your hometown and were just offered as tribute yesterday. They are very fresh. Please enjoy them as you please."
Kumarajiva said calmly: "The poor monk is a monk. His worldly affairs have been settled long ago. His Majesty is busy with everything, but he still remembers to wear this. The poor monk is very grateful."
Having said this, Kumarajiva picked up a grape, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and slowly narrowed his eyes: "It still has the familiar taste of the Western Regions."
There was a strange meaning in Yao Xing's laughter: "The national master will definitely not forget the taste of my cousin from the Western Regions."
This chapter has been completed!