This time Huo Daoxiong came to Caomi Temple to find Master Bianlu for two reasons.
One was to reminisce about the past, and the other was to ask Huo Daoxiong from the Yanwu Hall to help the local government to quell the military rebellion in Puzhou. As a martial arts champion and a beneficiary of the Yanwu Hall, he had no choice but to accept it.
Now I just want to ask Master Bian Lu if he knows about the situation of the rebels in Puzhou.
Master Bian Lu smiled and asked: "Donor Huo, do you know why there is no young novice monk in this huge Caomi Temple, and only a great monk like me is left?"
Huo Daoxiong was originally curious about this, but he was afraid that there was something hidden in it so he didn't ask. When Master Bian Lu took the initiative to mention it, he asked curiously: "I was also curious, so why is this?"
Master Bian Lu said: "There is a wealthy man in the salt gang here. He has a wide circle of friends. He is good at writing poems and writing poems, and he is good at holding a sword to protect the country. It is a pity that he is extremely talented but has no way to serve the country."
"I wanted to enter the officialdom, but unfortunately he looked ugly, and he would be rejected by the examiner even if he passed the exam; he wanted to join the army, but the army thought he had a gang background, and they were afraid that he would be the tentacles of the Salt Gang to intervene in the feudal town, so they repeatedly refused."
"It just so happens that the world is in chaos, the situation is turbulent, and the people are poor. They have been ruined by excessive taxes and natural and man-made disasters. They can't even afford the necessary salt. Even his salt gang is now in trouble. The romantic tycoon
Ke, now he is the leader of the Salt Gang and wants to support his family."
"He made repeated investigations and visited salt markets in various places, hoping to find a trade route for the unsalable private salt in the gang. But at the end of the investigation, he discovered that Hebei Province, Hadong Province, Henan Province, Kannai Province, and Gyeonggi Province were all
In large areas such as Ji Dao and Huainan Dao, people's lives have fallen into dire straits."
"After the leader of the Salt Gang returned to Caozhou, he thought about it and finally decided to launch an uprising and lead the people to find a way out."
When Huo Daoxiong heard this, he became suspicious: "Monk Bian, how did you know about this? When I came, although there was an undercurrent in Zhuzao City, there was no uprising army."
Master Bian Lu gave a bitter smile: "The reason is quite simple. The wealthy guest told me personally that when the people revolt, it is not so simple. It is necessary to prepare food and weapons, but when the army sets off, it is necessary to kill people and sacrifice swords to honor the ghosts and gods.
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"In order to prevent the war from spreading to Caomi Temple, he came to tell me in advance and advised me to leave early. I couldn't bear to see the war harming the monks in the temple, so I asked them to leave early and dismissed all the disciples in the temple."
"It's just that these disciples also have their own relatives and friends. They spread the news from ten to ten, and this matter can no longer be hidden. The local tyrants, evil gentry, corrupt officials, and local ruffians all ran away, for fear that their heads would be sacrificed.
flag."
"So even though Zhuzao City seems to be peaceful now, it's all because all the officials and gentry in the city have escaped and fell into the control of the Salt Gang early. I know I made a big mistake and missed the important event of the Salt Gang raising the flag.
, so he stayed in the temple, waiting for the wealthy guest to come and apologize to him."
Huo Daoxiong asked curiously: "Why did that person specifically tell you about this beheading business before committing the crime?"
Master Bian Lu recalled the past: "The wealthy man was the young master of the Salt Gang. He was highly skilled in martial arts and quite talented in literature. But because of his ugly appearance, he failed to take the imperial examination many times and failed. In anger, he
Wuchaomen inscribed an anti-poem "Bu Di Hou Fu Ju"."
This anti-poem is written like this: "When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The fragrance from the sky will penetrate Chang'an, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor."
Although Huo Daoxiong was a martial artist, after listening to this anti-poem, he couldn't help but admire its exquisiteness. This poem is refreshing in terms of artistic conception, image, language, and technique.
The allusion to "Killing a Hundred Flowers" comes from "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals·Ying Tong": "At the time of Yu, Heaven saw in advance that vegetation would not be killed in autumn and winter."
The word "kill" is not very strange. After all, autumn and winter have always had the meaning of "killing". The spring god Jumang, the autumn god Lushao, the summer god Zhurong, and the winter god Xuanming. In the four seasons god system, the autumn god Liaoshou.
The source of this is the God of Punishment from Heaven.
But comparing the fragrance of chrysanthemums to a battle formation rising into the sky, and connecting the color of chrysanthemums with armored warriors, this is a very wonderful imagination, with magnificent realm, cutting tone, fierce momentum, and full of aura.
An extraordinary momentum that soars straight into the sky.
Huo Daoxiong said: "As the saying goes, poetry is the voice of one's heart. The author of this poem is so majestic that he must be an extremely powerful man! I really want to meet him for a while. What is the name of the leader of the Salt Gang?"
Master Bian Lu replied: "His surname is Huang Chao, and his given name is You Ju. In the past, the kings did not have palaces, so they lived in caves in the winter and in Jingchao in summer. His name and surname were taken from the trees he built for the people.
There is the Chao clan for those who want to avoid harm from the group."
Huo Daoxiong nodded and said: "What a good name! It's a pity that he wrote such anti-poetry. If I see him, I will kill him! He cannot be a saint, but he is an enemy of the court!"
"That's exactly what happened." Master Bian Lu introduced, "After the wealthy man wrote the anti-poetry, he fled back to his hometown overnight, but the policemen from Liumen and the bad guys chased him all the way, so that he was killed before he could escape home.
He was seriously injured and fell outside the gate of Caomi Temple."
Abbot Bian Lu was still an ordinary novice at the time. When he found the injured person lying outside the mountain gate, he helped him to the temple, provided him with food and drink, and helped heal his injuries. He was regarded as the savior of the leader of the Salt Gang, so he took action.
I had informed Bian Lu before and asked him to flee as soon as possible.
When Huo Daoxiong heard this, he sighed: "Originally, this was considered a good story, but no one would have thought that although your martial arts skills, Monk Bian, are stinky, your moral character is first-class. You didn't run away, but you called me
Others run away so fast that the news leaks."
"Hey, a compassionate holy monk is the savior of a rebel leader. This is really a trick of fate!"
Bian Lü chanted the Buddha's name: "Excellent! Excellent! How can this little monk deserve the name of 'Holy Monk'? Donor Huo praised me so much!"
"Okay, okay, you are not a holy monk, you are just a monk Bian." Huo Daoxiong turned his head and looked out the door, "Since just now, I have heard a lot of noise in Zhuzao City. By now, I am afraid that even you
Can you also hear the sound of thousands of horses galloping?"
Bian Lu didn't say anything. He straightened his cassock and walked slowly outside the mountain gate.
With a "squeak", Bian Lu pushed open the temple door, and a noisy sound suddenly rushed in. Outside the mountain gate, there were more than a thousand soldiers and horses, and the leader was Huang Chao, the leader of the Salt Gang.
Huang Chao stood on his horse and shouted loudly: "Master promised to keep my secret that day and the monks would not tell lies. Why did he leak my secret to the public afterwards? Don't you know that this is putting my life and the lives of thousands of brothers in danger?"
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Bian Lu closed his eyes and replied: "It is indeed the poor monk who made a mistake in this matter. If the anger in Huang Donor's heart is still lingering, then he will be killed or beheaded, please do as he pleases!"