Chapter 727 Hanging sheep's heads and selling dog meat
The middle-aged pilgrim shook it for a long time, and finally heard a snap sound, and a lot fell to the ground. Xinci picked it up for him, took a look, handed it to the pilgrim and said, "The thirty-first lot."
The pilgrim didn't understand either, so he presented his hands to the Taoist monk and asked him for guidance.
"What does the donor want to ask?" Monk Daozang took the bamboo stick and twisted it in his hand and asked.
"Ask..." The pilgrim's eyes were blank, and after a while he said: "Ask yourself, ask the weather, ask the plan..."
"In short, I just want to ask if something can be done." Daozang said slowly.
"Yes, please give me some advice, Master." the pilgrim said with a pious expression.
"The thirty-first lot is 'Cai Zhongxing is in danger.'" Daozang said slowly: "The poem says: The strong wind and rain hit the boat awning. The peach blossoms on the stream bank all fell red. The fisherman was awakened by the ripe dream of spring, and he took the pole to support the lost west.
East……"
'Why does it sound so unlucky...' The pilgrim was secretly frustrated, but still had the last hope and said: "Master, what kind of lottery is this?"
"Put it down." The old monk lowered his eyes and said, "Ask whether you are in good health, ask the sky, if disaster is coming, you should avoid it. Ask if it is not advisable to go out, if you have a plan, don't act recklessly."
"What will happen if you act recklessly?" the pilgrim asked with difficulty.
"It's clearly written on the ticket." The old monk said calmly. Xinci took out a ticket from the cloth on the wall and handed it to the pilgrim. When the pilgrim saw it, it was exactly what the old monk said, and he immediately
His face was ashen. This signed poem was originally a very simple sentence. The pilgrim was a literati among military generals, so naturally he could understand it without explanation.
After a while, he sighed faintly and said: "What a awakening fisherman from a spring dream, holding a pole to throw something away..." Could it be that what he planned was just a dream, and in the end he would end up "losing something"?
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"Anyway, it's not appropriate. If you have a plan, don't act recklessly..." the old monk repeated.
"Thank you, Master. Is there any way to resolve this problem?" The pilgrim looked longingly at the old monk and regarded him as a life-saving straw.
The old monk said slowly: "Donors, don't panic, you must know that our Buddha is compassionate and there is no way to stop others."
"Master Wanwang enlightens me." The pilgrim's eyes lit up. Seeing that the old monk paused and said nothing, he hurriedly said: "If it can be resolved, I am willing to give up a thousand taels of silver."
The old monk Fang said calmly: "Actually, I have already made it clear. As long as you remember these three words and don't act rashly, you will naturally not cause karma and there will be no way to cause trouble."
"I thought so too, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to get away but couldn't." The pilgrim said with a bitter face: "I wonder if Master still has a way to resolve it?"
"No." The old monk said calmly: "How can you make the horse run fast and not eat grass at the same time?"
"That's right..." The pilgrim nodded, and finally couldn't help but tell his true purpose, and asked: "Can I meet Master Daoyan? He may have a way."
"Master has not seen guests for many years." Daozang looked at Xinci, who replied.
"I beg you two masters to be accommodating." The pilgrim knelt down and begged, "I'm really at a loss. If the master doesn't point out a clear way, I will really be dead." He said with a hopeful look on his face.
Ji said: "I am willing to give up another two thousand, no, five thousand taels, just to meet Master Daoyan."
"This benefactor looks like a noble person in the court?" Xinci said helplessly.
"I don't dare." The pilgrim said modestly, which was regarded as acquiescence.
"Then you should know that our abbot has always said that he is the same. Once the rules are set, even the emperor cannot make him make exceptions." Xin Ci said: "Don't make it difficult for me.
"You can ask if it's possible." The pilgrim begged pitifully: "Just say that Wang Ning came to see him. Master Daoyan might be able to see me. If you inform me, even if you don't see me, I will give up..."
"Then...Okay." Xinci couldn't refuse, so she had to take the pilgrim out of the side hall and let him wait outside. He went to report to the abbot. Before leaving, he put the ugly words in front of him. The abbot would enter meditation at any time, and he might not know.
When will he get a reply? If he doesn't have the patience, Yu Jian can just go home.
The pilgrim is Wang Ning, Marquis of Yongchun. He came today and had no choice but to listen to the old monk's instructions. Naturally, he was patient and waited in the front yard. Xinci went to the backyard, but
Instead of going to the abbot, he went to his senior brother's room to have tea and talk... The older the old monk got, the more eccentric his temper became. How could a smart man like Xinci get into trouble for nothing?
Wang Ning was walking in the courtyard of the temple. The sky was very gloomy and it would rain at any time, just like his mood. At this time, the monks were meditating and there were no other pilgrims in the temple. It was quiet and could be heard.
The sound of my own footsteps...
This is the first time he has gone out in a while. When he came back from the Han Dynasty, he was sick. The illness on his body... was the root cause of his illness in Jinyiwei's prison. When the seasons change and he is not well maintained, he will become ill.
It is easy to relapse; but what is more difficult to suffer is the heart disease. Just as Zhang Kai guessed, he neither dared to offend the king of Han nor betray the prince, not to mention that there was an emperor far away in Beijing.
It was really full of regrets. He regretted why those bastards dragged him to Hanwang's palace to drink blood wine. Now, the yellow mud fell into his crotch, which was either shit or shit. From then on, he had nightmares again and again.
He always dreamed of the emperor returning to the capital, beheading his entire family, and executing him at a languid time. He was in constant panic and had trouble sleeping and eating. Naturally, his health was getting worse and worse. He had a splitting headache every day and his legs were wobbly when he walked. He even felt that if he continued like this,
, it won’t take long for him to die.
His wife, Princess Huaiqing, was also secretly anxious, but she didn't know how to persuade him, so she had to think of ways to distract him. Yesterday evening, she invited a theater troupe to come to the house to sing an opera, and specifically asked them to pick funny and comfortable people to perform. Who
I don't know whether the troupe was negligent or intentional, but they actually sang the song "The King of Yan rises up..."
This play was regarded as the main theme song in the Yongle Dynasty. It depicts Zhu Di as a great, bright and correct person. Under the persecution of the reactionary ruling group headed by Jianwen, he saw his brothers being slaughtered and himself was put under house arrest. Even when he was about to be harmed, he still remained single-minded.
When his loyal ministers, the wise king, and later the monk Daoyan, Zhang Yu and others could not bear it anymore, they killed the chief envoy of Peiping and others who had harmed their lord. Only then, in desperation, did Zhu Di, with great desperation, swear an oath to Fengtian Jingnan to Qingjun's side.
Eliminate the traitors around the emperor
This play will be staged by official organizations in the capital and in various provinces every New Year's Day, but it has never appeared in the emperor's palace or the palace of the prince. There is no other reason. It is too outrageous to distort that period of history, even if
He was the winner of the Jingnan Campaign, and he was equally ashamed when he saw it.
As soon as the play started, Wang Ning became dissatisfied. Didn't he say that it would be a relief to act in a funny play? Why did King Yan raise an army? What's so funny about this? I wonder if the emperor is what I'm most afraid of seeing now? But in this kind of play, he
I didn't dare to stop or leave the table, otherwise I would be disrespectful to the emperor. I could only be patient and sullen, watching the actor playing Zhu Di sing and beat on the stage, as if I really saw the emperor in front of me.
, Wang Ning's face turned pale with fright. It wasn't until "King Yan, go down, Zhang Yu," and "Zhu Neng, come out" that some color returned to his face.
Looking at Zhang Yu and Zhu Neng on the stage, worrying about their uncertain future and discussing with each other there, Wang Ning felt a sympathy for each other and sighed in his heart: "You two brothers are happier than me, and I am not even the one to discuss it."
None..., and I was fascinated by it without realizing it. I just heard Zhang Yu say, don't think about it here, we don't understand this matter, we have to find an expert to ask.
Zhu Neng said, who is taller than our two brothers?
Zhang Yudao, that expert is taller than the two of us put together.
Zhu Neng said, "Stop being so pretentious, who are you talking about?"
Zhang Yu said that it was the new abbot of Qingshou Temple, Master Daoyan.
Zhu Neng doesn't believe it, so what does the old monk know?
Zhang Yu said with admiration on his face, he knows a lot more, knows the yin and yang, understands ghosts and gods, strategizes, and knows all the strategies. If he can give him some advice, it will be better than the two of us.
Zhu Neng was dubious and said, "Let's go and have a look. It's not too far anyway."
After the two of them finished speaking, they stepped off the stage. Wang Ning's eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, how could I forget about him?"
The eldest princess was startled by him. She looked at the prince-in-law angrily and said, "Why are you so surprised? Who have you forgotten?"
"Master Dao Yan..." Wang Ning lowered his voice and said, "That old monk is a divine man. If I can get his advice, wouldn't it be better than me just wondering here by myself?
"That's the feeling." The eldest princess said deeply, "But Master Daoyan doesn't care about world affairs now, can he see you?"
"Others have no hope, but I still have some hope." Wang Ning rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "We had friends during the Hongwu period, and later in the Yongle Dynasty, we often talked about Buddhism together. It was only in the past few years that he could not practice Zen.
We don’t see each other much anymore. But we still have this friendship, which should give me some face.”
"Then let's go tomorrow." The eldest princess was also very happy.
"Well, I'll go early tomorrow morning." Wang Ning nodded heavily.
In the courtyard, there was a sound of footsteps. Wang Ning hurriedly collected himself, followed the sound, and saw a young monk coming over with his head lowered, clasped his hands and said, "Donor, please come in."
"Ah, I'm here to help you, young master." Wang Ning's heart raised in his throat, and he immediately put it down. He happily followed the young monk through several corridors... The Qingshou Temple in the capital was actually a reconstruction of the mansion given to Yao Guangxiao by the emperor.
The courtyard is deep and the corridors are winding, no less impressive than the Princess Mansion where Wang Ning lives... They arrived outside a Zen room.
Wang Ning was a little strange. He had been to Qingshou Temple, so he naturally knew that this was not the courtyard where the abbot lived, but the young monk had already entered, so he had no choice but to follow him into the courtyard. At the young monk's signal, he entered a Zen room.
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The Zen room was extremely simple, with only a bed and a futon, and a young monk sitting on the futon. The autumn sunlight shone through the window lattice on the monk, like coating him with a layer of golden light.
Seeing the monk's appearance clearly, Wang Ning couldn't help being shocked.