Chapter 8: Peeling off the cocoon and drawing out the silk!

"Disciple..." Zhang Bin stared blankly at Bodhidharma in the dirt, unable to speak, so he could only put aside this matter and salute him: "Disciple, I still have things in this world that I can't let go of, so I came here to pay homage to the master.

Farewell."

Bodhidharma smiled lightly, neither sad nor happy, glanced at Zhang Bin and recited softly: "Go straight with a straight heart and reach the highest level of Bodhi. This is what a true man does."

Zhang Bin meditated carefully for a long time, and then listened to Bodhidharma recite again: "If you are thinking about life and death, your mind is correct. If your mind is correct, you don't have to use force to deal with the situation every day. If you don't care about it, then it is wrong. It is wrong.

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Then the mindfulness is independent. The mindfulness is independent, and the reason changes with the situation... If you want to avoid making mistakes when you are about to die, you must not make mistakes in the things you do now.

, it has its merits.”

Zhang Bin nodded silently, bowed to Bodhidharma, and said softly: "Disciple, take note."

Bodhidharma looked at Zhang Bin who was bowing very respectfully, gently closed his eyes and finally said: "The world is reincarnated according to the way of heaven, and good and evil will be rewarded. Angry, stupid, and murderous people will cause trouble, and it is best to live in peace until old age...

…Please help me, donor Zhang, to help the poor monk cover the top of his head with soil.”

Zhang Bin bid farewell to Bodhidharma and left Xiapi, the Buddhist capital where he had bathed in Buddhism. Looking at the snow-covered Sishui River, Zhang Bin looked northwest and said to himself: "It's time to revive the Rice religion."

...Ling'er, dad will not let you get hurt at all..."

With that said, Zhang Bin walked towards the Sishui River.

"Boatman, cross the river" Zhang Bin looked at a fishing boat parked next to the shack on the other side and shouted towards the other side.

Although it is freezing cold, the Sishui River is wide and deep. It is not the extremely cold winter four years ago that has not happened in a century. Although the river is frozen, except for the shallow water in the fork valley, it is impossible to hike on other rivers.

You can go there.

It took a long time to find a boatman in his fifties who was wrapped in rags and wearing a rotten raincoat. The boatman waved to Zhang Bin from a distance and told Zhang Bin not to be impatient. He would come to pick up the passengers right away.

The boatman slowly got on the boat, used a long pole to break through the not-so-thick ice on the river, and then expertly pushed the old boat, which was full of wormholes, to the other side of the river.

"It's so cold - where are you going, brother? Are you visiting relatives?" The boatman chatted with Zhang Bin wordlessly while he was doing nothing.

When Zhang Bin heard the word "brother", he was immediately depressed. He thought about how he was the same old man back then. He was a handsome man with poor martial arts skills and was loved by everyone. How could he be called brother to a fisherman?

Moreover, now he is only forty-seven years old, and this old man is in his fifties at least... I am really that young...

Zhang Bin thought as he lay on the side of the boat, looking at the rippling white waves on the river. His cheeks were as dry and rough as tree bark, his forehead was as wrinkled and loose as a mountain, and his fluffy bluish-white hair hanging on his shoulders was as silky as silk.

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Where does the whole person have the majestic and high-spirited demeanor of the second young master of the Acupuncture God, who was appointed by the Mi Cult to be the helmsman?

Today, he has really changed. Seventeen years, seventeen long years of love, are enough to turn a handsome and elegant young man who is proud of the world into a mud-legged brute who is as good as a country man.

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"Looking like this now, even if I find Ling'er, I'm afraid she will be frightened... She is so beautiful, how could she accept such an ugly father..." Zhang Bin looked at the projections on the river again and again, and again and again.

There was a "crash" sound from Chang Peng

He thought of Zhang Yu's gentle and peerless face, who was haunted by dreams, and of Zhang Ling'er's stunning glance under the moon in the dream. After comparison, the second young master of Mijiao, who had never known inferiority complex, could not help but feel a little anxious at this moment.

, dejected and sad.

When the boatman saw that Zhang Bin was not responding when he was talking to him, but saw him leaning on the side of the boat, he was stunned, so he showed his country people's kindness and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's going on? Why are you so worried in the first month of the year?"

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Zhang Bin forced a smile and replied calmly: "I have a daughter who has been kidnapped since she was a child. She is seventeen years old this year, but our father and daughter have not met yet. Today... I will go see her...

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The boatman immediately showed a clear smile: "My daughter is good, she can love others. I only gave birth to three little boys...I envy you, brother..."

Zhang Bin felt warm in his heart as he listened to his blessings, but then he saw the boatman leaning over and asking: "Why is it the first time to see my daughter? I have owed her so much over the years, why didn't I prepare some gifts to take with me?"

Zhang Bin looked at this enthusiastic fisherman and smiled: "Cross the river and go to Xuzhou to buy. There is a complete range of things there. You can buy everything you want..."

Then he looked at the empty Sishui River and the huge crowds of people at Sishui Hejindu in the distance. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "What are you doing over there? There are so many people?"

The fisherman glanced at Jindu and sighed: "Long Yang, the son of Long Fei, the dragon king of Sishui, died in Wujiabao without any explanation. He had a lot of trouble with the people of Wujiabao. I heard that he and Wujiabao

The castle masters are still sworn brothers, but now the friendship is gone...it has been delayed for so many days, and today is the day of the funeral."

As he spoke, the sad music of the suona and the sound of crying came from the other side. The boatman also said with compassion: "The Dragon King and his son are good people. Although there are many people, they never bully others. They treat us retail investors

fish

The family is also taken care of a lot...but I didn't expect that today the Dragon King's white-haired man will give away his black-haired man. He is such an only son, and now he is gone. He will die in a few years and there will be no one to die. Poor, poor

ah……"

Zhang Bin consoled him: "Everything is normal, life and death are determined by God, who can take care of this kind of thing... Cherish what you have, don't wait until you are old to regret it... It's too late to make amends..."

The fisherman looked at Zhang Bin in surprise, who was looking up to the sky with emotion, and said in wonder: "I didn't know that I could express such a refined emotion. He is almost as good as Mr. Qian——"

"Mr. Qian?" Zhang Bin asked curiously.

"Mr. Qian Ning, that's a well-known scholar. Mrs. Qian is very good-looking. You can tell she comes from a big family -" I guess the fisherman respects Qian Ning very much, and I can't say enough about him when he mentions him.

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After crossing the Sishui River, Zhang Bin arrived at Xuzhou City after a two-day journey. He inquired about the current situation in the world in detail and learned that there are only a few yellow turbans in the world today.

First, the Yellow Turbans of Cheng Yuanzhi of Guanhai were looting in Jingzhou, Yangzhou. Then Tao Sheng of Jizhou and Zhang Yan of the Black Mountain Army joined forces to loot around Yecheng. Then there were the Baibo Yellow Turbans of Guo Tai and Li Le of Liangzhou.

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"Cheng Zhiyuan, the Yellow Turban under Guan Hai, was active in Xuzhou before, and even supported Que Xuan to establish a country in Xiapi Fei County and proclaim himself emperor. But this has been several months, and I heard that Li Damu and others were eliminated by Guan Hai.

Go. If Ling'er is involved in them, he will definitely not let Cheng Yuanzhi lead his people south to Yangzhou to start a new business, nor will he let Guan Hai annex Li Damu's subordinates..." Zhang Bin lay on the bed and pondered.

"This means that Ling'er is not in Jingzhou and Yangzhou now." Zhang Bin continued to think: "Zhang Jiao died and Ling'er came out to take charge of the Taiping Road. He must take advantage of the situation. Now the world is falling into a melee between various princes and Dong Zhuo in the Central Plains.

The power of the princes everywhere has been weakened a lot

It takes time for Ling'er to contact the various Yellow Turbans, eliminate traitors, suppress those who do not obey orders, win over people's hearts, integrate forces, unite vertical and horizontal forces, and use the balancing power of Yellow Turbans to guard against each other and consolidate their dominance.

, it all takes time——'

"Where does this time come from?"

"Dong Zhuo, with only 200,000 tribesmen in one state, turned against the people of the world. Although the feudal lords had internal rifts and stagnated, he missed many good opportunities to succeed in the battle. But the strength and popular support of the allies were against him.

It is decided that in this fierce battle, Dong Zhuo will be defeated."

"Once Dong Zhuo is defeated, the Yuan family brothers can use the Yuan family's huge resources and prestige to defend their family's superior status. At that time, the power of the princes in the world was weak and could not withstand Yuan Shao's defeat. Once Dong Zhuo was destroyed, the world was defeated again.

The Yuan family will be unified. By then people will have peace of mind. Coupled with the painful lessons of the previous Yellow Turban Rebellion, the imperial court that has already freed up its hands will definitely spare no effort to encircle and suppress all Yellow Turbans. By then...the fragmented Yellow Turban Peace will be able to sustain

How long will it take..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Bin had a flash of inspiration, his eyes lit up, and he thought: "So, in order to gain enough response time, Ling'er will definitely try his best to let the Yellow Turban hold back the princes, so that Dong Zhuo can survive longer.

After all, Dong Zhuo is a traitor to the country. He not only occupies the imperial capital, but also controls all the officials of the emperor.

He was also cruel and murderous, and no one in the world was angry or afraid. Therefore, as long as Dong Zhuo was in the imperial capital Luoyang and the emperor was in his hands, all the princes in the world would have to revolve around Dong Zhuo. At that time, the pressure faced by the Yellow Turbans in various states was

It will be much smaller, and the chances of surviving and growing, and connecting with each other will be much greater.”

"Liangzhou Guotai, Li Le's white wave and yellow scarf, colluded with the converts Ma Teng, Han Sui, and Bian Zhang to guide the Huns into the country and plundered the thousands of miles of Chang'an, Qinzhou, and Longyou. And most of the core of Dong Zhuo's headquarters were

Liangzhou people, once Liangzhou is corrupted, Dong Zhuo's military morale will definitely be shaken. At that time, there will be internal and external troubles, and it is very likely to fall apart - therefore, the Baibo Army is definitely not controlled by Linger's instigation - "

"And - Jizhou, Tao Sheng and the Black Mountain Army Zhang Yan joined forces to swarm the area from Yecheng to Yanjin, making it difficult for Han Fu's food team to transport the jujube base camp. This would make the Allied forces unstable due to lack of food. The Allies

Everyone within the army has their own plans, and they are constantly fighting openly and secretly. Once food and grass are exhausted, no one is willing to go hungry and fight. At that time, it is very likely that the Allied Forces will fall apart."

In the dark night, Zhang Bin's eyes sparkled. He sat up and said to himself excitedly: "Once the Allies collapse, Dong Zhuo can continue to coerce the emperor to command the world, and let the estranged princes attack each other. Dong Zhuo can sit on the mountain.

Watch the tiger fight. The princes from all walks of life always want to deal with Dong Zhuo and the princes. At that time, the Yellow Turbans have precious breathing time - Ling'er, you must be in Jizhou."

Zhang Bin finally jumped up, trembling all over and muttering to himself.
Chapter completed!