Chapter 3 Father and Son (Five)

There is fresh cow dung and horse manure, which means that someone has just passed by here not long ago.

There are a lot of fresh cow dung and horse dung, which means that there is a large nomadic tribe or Han village within the distance that everyone can chase.

The ancients said that traveling thousands of miles is like reading thousands of books. Chai Rong traveled from south to north for many years, but the roads he walked under his feet were more than ten thousand miles? Since Zhao Kuangyin dared to risk his life even to try his life to cross Yanshan alone, how could he be afraid to go to a nearby strange tribe or village for medical treatment? He immediately nodded without hesitation, jumped onto his mount, and carried Han Jing to the north.

When everyone separated from the caravan in Jizhou, they rode on one and two horses. On the way, another group of tribal warriors who fought against Grass Valley and snatched more than 30 good horses. Therefore, in a critical moment, there was no need to consider saving the physical strength of the mount. They just kept changing the horses under their crotch and rushed on the road, and only ran for more than one and a half hours in a row, they saw a continuous tent on the bank of a river that had just thawed.

"It was the Uighurs, the Mijie tribe. He surrendered to Youzhou in his early years. Youzhou was annexed by the Khitan before it lost contact with the Central Plains!" Chai Rong was overjoyed when he saw the neat wooden fences around the tent and the gold-inlaid flame flag flying high on the central tent. He chased him to Zhao Kuangyin and introduced loudly.

The Uighurs came from Tiele, and were originally a vassal of the Turks. During the Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty, the last Turkic Khanate left to the east of the Pamir Mountains was established, and the country was named Uighurs. Later, they sent troops many times to help the Tang Dynasty quell the rebellion. With the acquiescence of Emperor Suzong of Tang, Li Heng, plundered hundreds of thousands of craftsmen, women, doctors, and farmers in Chang'an, Luoyang and other places. Therefore, the country quickly became sinic. By the end of the Tang Dynasty, except for speaking Turkic language, whether nobles or poor people believed in Manichi, the rest of the rules and regulations, customs and habits were almost the same as those of the Central Plains.

About a hundred years ago, the Uighurs split and then gradually declined. Most of the Uighurs were squeezed by the Khitan and Shatu tribes and migrated westward. A small number of the most thoroughly sinicized entered Youzhou and Bingzhou to the southeast, and were sanctuated under the protection of local vassal states and survived.

Such Uighur tribes have a slightly inferior force to the Khitan and Jurchen tribes, and other civilizations such as medical care, commerce, agriculture and animal husbandry. Therefore, seeing a migrant nomadic Uighur tribe north of the Great Wall is no different from seeing a Central Plains town. As long as you can take out enough money, anything you can buy in the Central Plains can basically be bought here, the difference is that the price has increased several times.

Zhao Kuangyin grew up in Baozhou, Hebei since childhood, and of course he had contact with the Uighurs. He knew the latter's customs and basic situation. He suddenly became energetic and nodded vigorously at Chai Rong, knocked his legs hard on the horse's belly, and headed straight for the temporary gate left in the south of the wooden fence like wind.

"Who, stop quickly, otherwise, the bow and arrow will serve!" The Uighur warriors guarding near the tribe's gate had already seen the approaching of the war horses. They immediately tightened several tripping ropes and raised their horn bows at the same time.

"Help, help, my sister was injured by a horse thief on the way, so she came to ask for medical treatment! If he could save him from the heavens, I would like to give all of her body to the great God of Light today!" Zhao Kuangyin became more and more happy when he heard that the other party was talking about Zhongyuan. He stretched out his left hand and quickly pulled the reins of the war horse, hugged Han Jing tightly with his right arm and prayed loudly.

"Ask for medical treatment? Where did you hear that there is a pharmacist in my tribe?" The warrior school on duty frowned and asked in a deep voice when he heard Zhao Kuangyin say it anxiously.

"Under Mingzun, the four envoys and eight teachers, the sixteen halls spread the 'purity, light, great strength, wisdom', the thoughts of light and happiness, and all evil will not be invaded!" Chai Rong rushed forward and stood with Zhao Kuangyin. He bowed to the gatekeeper school very friendly, and then responded with breathing.

What he said was the basic structure of Manichaeism in the Central Plains. It was mainly based on Mingsheng, and it was set up with four major envoys of light to spread teachings. Below the envoys, there were also eight sixteen halls of eight teachers, including power, wealth, medicine, rituals, crafts, and law, responsible for managing believers, helping the poor and weak, punishing apostates, and launching wars to the outside world.

However, the Manichi religion in the Central Plains was completely banned more than a hundred years ago. Now those who can still speak out their basic structure are either secret believers of Manichi or have had close contacts with Manichi. Therefore, after hearing this, the gatekeeper school immediately became alert and quickly ordered the brothers under their command to put down their bows and loosen their tripping horses. Then they took a step back, turned around, held their left hand on their right hand and made a flame-shaped figure, and said loudly: "It turns out that they are my distinguished guests, I am a disrespectful and disrespectful person. The pharmacist Wenma happened to open the altar to spread the light today. Several war horses left here and went directly to the camp. They could find him in the fourth tent on the right side of the central tent!"

"Thank you brother for your advice!" Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin were not polite, both got off their horses and walked forward. Before passing by the school, they quickly took out a ingot of gold that was two taels of heavy in their arms and pressed it into each other's hands. "Buy a glass of wine for the brothers to drive away the cold. The four people behind are also our companions, please let them enter the village together!"

"It's easy to say, just leave the horses behind. Don't worry, we will feed the finest materials and ensure we don't need hay to deal with them." The school is an expert. When he felt the temperature and weight in his palm, he knew that he had a great harvest today. He smiled and had no idea what to agree.

While speaking, Ning Ziming and the other three dead soldiers from the Guo family also arrived. Following Chai Rong's instructions, they got off their mounts and handed over the war horses to the Uighur warriors guarding the gate. Then they carried their bags and weapons and walked into the camp on foot.

After entering the door, everyone's eyes lit up. In the Uighur tribe camp, from south to north, from east to west, they used stone mills to press the road and streets across the road. Whether it was north to south or east to west, they were all 1.5 meters wide. There were seven or eight small roads and small streets in the middle, connected to each other. Together with the main street and the main road, the many tents were divided into clusters and neatly.

Along the wide main road and the main street, there are dozens of pure white tents serving as shops. Each tent has a circle of windows on the top, allowing the sun to shine directly from the sky, illuminating the various colors of goods inside.

In order to win over traders to come and trade, several "flower tents" with colorful silk ribbons were specially set up near the central tent, either as a wine shop or as a hotel. Even the indispensable casinos and brothels in the Central Plains Market were copied intact. The Sogdian singer with bright beads hanging on his ears and bells tied to his ankles stood at the doors of the casinos and brothels, constantly posing at the passers-by.

Zhao Kuangyin was in the mood to appreciate the prosperity of this street market? He hugged Han Jing, who had been unconscious for a long time, and strided straight to the tent where the pharmacist was. He spent money all the way, and soon moved himself from the end of the team to the front of the team, and was led into the tent by two medicinal boys.

"Don't wait, you guys, hurry up and rent a few tents from each other's neighbors. After a while, the pharmacist prescribes a prescription for Jing Niang, so we can have a place to cook medicine and rest!" Chai Rong had always been considerate, looked back and gave instructions to his confidant followers.

"No!" The three dead men of Guo's family made a move and quickly disappeared from the crowd. Ning Ziming continued to wait patiently with Chai Rong. Soon, the dead men returned together, holding a string of bright iron plates in their hands and presented them to Chai Rong for careful inspection. "Report to the owner, the tent has been rented. At the third intersection, there were four flower tents, which happened to be the neighbors of each other and belonged to the same owner. The bed, table, chairs, pots and pans were all available."

"Okay! If there is anything else to buy, you three will buy some. Depending on the situation, we have to stay here for at least half a month!" Chai Rong thought for a while and whispered.

"I'll go and have a look, brother." This time, before the three dead soldiers of the Guo family responded, Ning Ziming sued the first to ask for instructions.

"You? Well! You must be more careful than the three of them!" Chai Rong only thought that his third brother was young and playful. He thought about it and nodded slightly.

The waiting time was a bit long. The buzzing voices around him became extremely noisy. Most of the people spoke in Central Plains, although they had a clear Yunzhou accent, they were drilling into Chai Rong's ears without missing a word.

"Have you heard that? The emperor has been changed to Zhongyuan!"

"Not it? If you change an emperor every few days, there will be no time to calm down!"

"The faster the exchange, the worse the people will live. Just like when we weren't there, if it weren't for the troubles of a few princes and princesses..."

"Oh! Isn't it? The people of Youzhou don't want us. The clan leader originally wanted to move everyone to the Central Plains like the Wujie tribes! Now, there is no hope!" (Note 1)

"What can I do if I move back? Once the Khitan soldiers head south, were they driven away by the rabbit?"

"well--"

The sighing sounded like a knife, which made Chai Rong's heart feel very uncomfortable. The thousands of places came to pay homage to the four barbarians, which was what he read in the book, about the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties. Now, the Uighurs have walked to the edge of the Central Plains, but because they saw the chaos and weakness of the Central Plains, they stopped in confusion!

How easy is it to reorganize the rivers and mountains and reappear? His adoptive father Guo Wei has been sleeping in the sand for decades. When he is fifty years old, he still cannot see any hope. The princes, bandits, bandits, powerful men, and scholars who are respectful in their own skills are shortsighted than the other, and one is shameless and vulgar. He only sees the acre of three-point land at his doorstep, but he doesn't know that the Khitans have risen rapidly outside the Great Wall, and the Liao barbarians are about to become the largest country in the world!

Just as he was irritated, he suddenly heard a loud "bang!" sound. Then, he saw Zhao Kuangyin holding Han Jing with his arms and strode out of the tent. Behind him, there was an old man with a white beard who looked seventy years old. While chasing him, he shouted loudly: "Well, don't be stupid! After seven days of golden sores, it's hard to save the god of gods. Instead of taking her around and letting her continue to suffer, you might as well entrust her to the Great Light God, burn her to burn her body and the sins of her past and present lives, and enter the kingdom of heaven as soon as possible!" (Note 2)

"You quack is not able to cure it, and it may not be possible for anyone in the world to cure it!" Zhao Kuangyin's eyes were red, and he turned his head and shouted at the pharmacist of the Guangming Sect.

Now, it was infuriated by public anger. The believers of Manichaeism, soldiers who abducted the sect, and the people who had received benefits from pharmacists or were waiting for pharmacists to treat them, "Huh!" suddenly surrounded him and blocked Zhao Kuangyin and his sister.

"Master, please don't be angry. Brothers, please don't be impulsive! We know the guilt and know the guilt!" Fortunately, Chai Rong was knowledgeable and found that the situation was wrong, so he rushed to Zhao Kuangyin, flaming his hands, and constantly apologized to the surroundings. "My brother is holding his wife who has not passed through. He is unable to seek medical treatment and is confused, so he spoke disrespectful words to the master. We are willing to sacrifice to the God of Light to wash away this sin. We ask the master and all brothers to forgive me!"

He was fair and pure, and looked talented. He was dressed elegantly and well-versed in the etiquette of Mingjiao. When the believers around him saw it, the anger in his heart immediately weakened. He heard that he was willing to sacrifice to the God of Light, and the fire head was four more. After seeing Zhao Kuangyin's grief expression and Han Jing who had already been dying in his arms, the last three-point anger turned into embers, and they opened their bodies to give way, and then the two staggered away.

Chai Rong stayed there, bowed to the old pharmacist, put down a silver ingot to thank him, and then quickly chased after him. Until he walked alongside Zhao Kuangyin, there were still constant sighs coming into his ears behind him, "It's a pity, that man looked like a man infatuated, what a pity!"

"Oh! If I die, if half of that man in charge of my family are infatuated with that man, I will be content!"

"You're so beautiful! If you don't look at how you look, you're like a bear..."

"I can't tell you clearly, I can't tell you clearly. The pharmacist had a kind intention. He took the woman to the Great Guangming Temple and burned her body away. At least he could still seek relief. It was really delayed until the disease broke out, and it was simply worse than death. That man, alas, he was so confused!"

"Damn, confused..."

The more Zhao Kuangyin heard, the more desperate he felt in his heart. Before he knew it, two lines of hot tears flowed down, dripping and falling into the face of the person in his arms.

Han Jing in his arms was already unconscious. He felt the water stains on his face and thought the rain fell from the sky. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and shaved a few times, and sang in a daze, "Brother, I am the golden lotus in your dream. Standing on the top of the mountain, quietly blooming for you..."

Although the Khitan language is used, people can only listen to it roughly. However, the meaning of gentleness and lingeringness and attachment is hard to let go does not require any words and can clearly penetrate into people's hearts.

"Ah--!" Zhao Kuangyin was crying like rain when he heard it. He raised his head and let out a beast-like roar. He hugged Han Jing and rushed towards the tent with flames in the center of the camp at the top.

There is the Great Light Temple, and it is also the place where the Uighurs' top soul reincarnation is. Only warriors who have made great contributions to the tribe, nobles in the tribe, and the saints who were introduced to the gods by the Light Envoy or Masters, can be placed on the flame altar of the temple before death, drink a glass of poisonous wine, and quickly relieve the pain. Then burn off the body and the sins of the past and present lives, and in the Great Light Kingdom, the soul will be eternal.

"Second brother, second brother...ah!" Chai Rong pulled two times, but couldn't hold it back. He had to stop and sighed to the sky. The pharmacists in Manichaeism used medical skills to attract believers and collect offerings, so they were all national players. If even they were helpless about Han Jing's illness, ending the pain early would probably be the best choice.

"Oh--!" The Uighurs around also shook their heads and sighed, one by one, with sympathy on their faces. In everyone's eyes, handsome men and beautiful women should be a match made by heaven. Today, one is going to return to the Kingdom of God halfway, and the other one is left to live alone. This time, I can only say that fortune is a mess and things are unpredictable!

Seeing Zhao Kuangyin's legs approaching the temple gate of the God of Light, suddenly, a thunder sounded in the air, "Wait! Second brother stay! Sister Jing Niang is not dead yet! Don't go in, I have a way, I can take a risk!"

"You-?" Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin, and countless Uighurs around turned their heads in surprise.

In their hazy tears, they saw a burly and white boy carrying a large bag of medicinal materials and seven or eight strange silverware on his shoulders, running wildly. From head to toe, they were covered with warm sunshine.

Note 1: The Ujie tribes were one of the Uighur tribes. After the Uighurs fell, the thirteen tribes of the tribe surrendered to the Tang Dynasty under the leadership of the Ujie Khan and were placed in the Datong area. Later, they tried to rebel, and the Ujie Khan was killed. However, all the subordinates were integrated into the place and soon became people from the Central Plains.
Chapter completed!