Unknowingly, since the beginning of spring, it was already April, and the weather was gradually getting warmer. Wuxu, who usually stayed at home, suddenly wanted to go out for an outing, so he rode out of the camp alone, trusting the reins, and jumped over the gurgling small roads.
The stream jumped over the hills and ravines, and shuttled through the fertile fields where vegetation grew and spring flowers were everywhere. When he came to the Yellow River, Wuxu dismounted his horse, held the reins in his left hand, and picked up the blue sea beads with his right hand, facing the rising sun and breeze,
Looking at the mighty river, wrapped in the dust of the distant Loess Plateau, sometimes surging, sometimes winding, turbid with vicissitudes of life, rushing with unyielding, passing by, all the way to
Dong. Wuxu couldn't help but feel in a trance. He seemed to be in front of the vast river of time. Maybe if he jumped forward, he could go back to the past, or to the future life, and see people and things that were difficult to see again.
Shaking his head, he withdrew his mind from this historical sadness. After a long roar, Wuxu got on his horse and walked upstream along the river. After a while, he saw densely packed civilian workers on the construction site of repairing the river in the distance.
They were like ants, shouting loudly and moving slowly. There were many sergeants walking around with dazzling swords and guns. Wuxu couldn't bear to go over and take a closer look, turned his horse's head, whipped up his horse, and went back the same way.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the camp, he felt that the atmosphere in the camp was solemn. A sergeant hurriedly came forward and said that the third prince was invited to the big tent to discuss matters. Wuxu dismounted and walked in while asking, only to find out that Huangling was at the Yellow River construction site yesterday.
A one-eyed stone man was dug out of a hillock, which fulfilled the rumors that had been widely circulated a few days ago. The people at the construction site were in an uproar, wanting to show off.
He moved, but was finally suppressed. At this moment, the third prince invited everyone to discuss countermeasures. After entering the big tent, he saw everyone making noises, but he couldn't come up with a decent idea. Gesanghu Gesangli was behind him.
A lama suddenly stood up and said that it would be better to kill all these people and bury them on the spot. As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked.
They looked at each other in silence. Wuxu took the vajra from the blue jade hand, glared, turned into a raging Vajra, stepped on the void, circulated his magic power and shouted sternly, "My Buddha is merciful, if you say this again, I will execute the eight
Master Siba decrees that you will be cast into the realm of animals, and you will never be reincarnated forever." The lama was so frightened that he trembled all over and did not dare to say another word.
Although Kelsanghu Gesangli was dissatisfied with the nonsense of his disciples, he was also dissatisfied with Wuxu treating his disciples in public. He just heard that Wuxu had Basiba's will, so he didn't want to make a big move. He winked and ordered the disciple
The famous lama went out to reflect, and then Kelsanghu asked Wuxu, "Brother Huiming, I wonder what the old master's will is?"
Wuxu still maintained the Vajra Dharma form, crouched in mid-air, and lied, "Before leaving the capital, Master warned me and ordered me to escort His Highness the Third Prince along the way, and at the same time pay close attention to the movements of the White Lotus Sect. We can fight against the White Lotus rebels.
You can kill. But there is one thing you must keep in mind, that is, you must not kill innocent people indiscriminately. When we went south with the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty to conquer, our sect already went on a killing spree. Now we must not commit murder lightly again, otherwise we may suffer disaster."
Sanghu Ge Sang Li Ting
When De Wuxu said this, he had no temper. In fact, since the founding of the Yuan Dynasty and Lamaism was revered as the state religion, there are many religious experts who hold this view. This is also true from a theoretical point of view, no matter what Lamaism is.
Buddhism also pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect. In the past, it helped the Mongolian nobles to pacify the world and caused a lot of killings. Now that the world is peaceful, if we continue to kill indiscriminately, I am afraid it will bring unpredictable disasters to our religion.
Wuxu took away the Vajra Dharma, slowly landed on the ground, and said to the third prince Baltsoda, who looked unhappy, "This principle is also true for the imperial court. The Yuan Dynasty has been established, and peace will last for a long time. We should govern with benevolence and righteousness."
The world, instead of killing the world on horseback. Isn’t the emperor’s original intention to allow the proposal of His Highness and the Prime Minister to recruit civilians and repair the rivers to eliminate the water and bring safety to the people? Isn’t this the original intention?
Rumors have been spreading on the construction site for a long time. The one-eyed stone man appeared again today. Doesn’t it mean that there are White Lotus rebels waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble? In this case, if hundreds of thousands of civilians were to be killed, they would instead be killed by the White Lotus rebels hiding among them.
Take this opportunity to encourage the people to rebel." The third prince Baltsoda, Jialu, and a group of others were moved after hearing what Wuxu said.
Nabaltsoda immediately stood up and walked down, saluted Wuxu, "Master still has a far-reaching view, we really need to act cautiously now, otherwise it will trigger a civil uprising of hundreds of thousands of people, even if it is suppressed, we are afraid that
The world is also shaken, and the imperial court is talking a lot. I wonder if the master has any clever ideas?"
Wuxu sneered in his heart, "Are you still thinking about how to avoid attacks from political enemies of the imperial court? It's simply a wishful thinking!" But he said calmly, "There are only two strategies for now. One is to quickly find Bailian.
Teach the Rebel Bandit Headquarters and
Where the leader is, destroy him and capture him; secondly, the sergeant divides the civilians at the construction site and takes care of them, and at the same time improves the food and comforts him a little." But he heard Na Jialu slap the table and laugh and say, "Master's plan is based on my own.
I thought of going together.
I have ordered people to gather with nearby officials a few days ago to secretly investigate and arrest the headquarters of the White Lotus Sect and its leaders as quickly as possible. Today, I received the news that the Cyclops was dug out, and I have sent a sergeant
Go to various places
Inspection. Well, -" Jia Lu pondered for a moment, and then passed on the order, ordering the sergeant to divide the civilians into a battalion according to the number of five thousand. Each battalion is five miles apart. Private communication is strictly prohibited. At the same time, each battalion is supplied with two pigs per day.
Sheep, some medicine for golden sores.
Wuxu listened on the side, nodded repeatedly, and thought to himself, "It turns out that Han Shantong and Liu Futong gathered 3,000 people in Bailu Village, killed black cattle and white sheep, and raised sacrifices to heaven. This person secretly discovered and sabotaged it.
Just let you grow old
He is cunning and cunning, but he still fell into the young monk's plan of dividing the troops." When Jia Lu issued the order with full authority and arrogance, Wuxu clasped his hands and said, "Master Jia, you have foresight and foresight, and your command is determined. I admire you." He said.
Finished
Jia Lu, who had a sultry smile on his face, said to the third prince Baltsoda, "With Mr. Jia's arrangements, there will be no more chaos at the river construction site. It is now the end of April, and I want to take the first step and return to Kyoto.
one trip,
Firstly, the young monk has been entrusted by the master and must respond early; secondly, the Dharma Realm has just been established and there are still many obstacles, so he must ask the master for advice. I hope His Highness will agree." Although the words were not loud, they were said clearly.
Strictly speaking.
The third prince Baltsoda heard that Wuxu had decided to leave and could not force him to stay. After thinking for a while, he said, "I wonder when the master will leave?" Wuxu felt relieved when he saw that the third prince did not dare to force him to stay.
Tone, I originally thought that Moen was ordered to accompany him this time, and it would be difficult to leave without authorization. It seems that it is because he has the Mandala Dharma Realm and the Eight Thoughts.
According to Bana Dao's decree, his identity is no longer the same as before. Even the third prince did not dare to embarrass himself at this juncture. After flicking the beads a few times, Wuxu replied, "It is better to choose a day than to hit it. We can set off tomorrow."
The third prince smiled and said, "The king will hold a banquet tonight, firstly to reward everyone for your hard work over the past few days, and secondly to send Master Huiming off."
That night, there was another lively and noisy scene in the camp. Everyone saw that Wuxu usually lived in seclusion and seldom gave instructions. Last time he got angry at the banquet. Today it seems that it is nothing more than an act by a Buddhist monk to care about the people. They also learned that he had succeeded in cultivating the people.
The mandala, the supreme dharma realm of Lamaism, was highly respected by the three princes, so everyone carried their sedan chairs and took turns to salute and toast Wuxu. Even Najialu was no exception. He stood up from his seat and raised his glass to Wuxu from a distance.
Said, "Big
The master cares about the common people, and we scholars feel the same way. Let’s drink this cup, and when we meet in Kyoto tomorrow, we can have a chat with the master.” The implication is that we are all scholars, we are all people who care about the common people, and we all share the same path.
People, you should get close to each other. Wuxu was about to leave here. At this night banquet for himself, he didn't want to have a random attack. He stood up at that moment, raised his glass to Jia Lu, and drank it all in one gulp.
At the banquet that night, the middle-aged official who used Wuxu's words to spread rumors about the White Lotus Sect and confuse people's minds also came over and offered a toast. But Jia Lu, who was sitting at the head of the table, laughed.
He laughed and said, "So that the master will know that the author of the famous poem "Sheep on the Hillside? Tong Guan Gu" that the master sang that day, Mr. Zhang Ximeng, is the ancestor of Yuan Chang." Wuxu is the only one.
Surprised, he looked at the smiling Zhang Yuanchang in front of him and said with a smile, "It turns out that that day, it was the young monk who borrowed the glory of his ancestor. Everyone in the Confucian sect is disrespectful." That Zhang Yuanchang was very humble, a little bit sad.
He said and replied, "It's rare for a family ancestor's little poem to be sung by the master a hundred years later. It makes Yuan Chang, a younger generation, feel embarrassed." The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before giving up.
When the night banquet was about to end, the third prince walked up to Wuxu in person, holding a wine bottle and showing a familiar look. Only then did Wuxu understand the intention of hosting a banquet. He immediately took advantage of the night and opened several volumes of Mandala.
"Happiness Sutra" was played towards Baltsoda. With a lewd smile on his face, Baltsoda quickly stuffed the scroll into his arms with his right hand, filled their cups, and did it first as a sign of respect. Then he bowed and said
He bowed his head and turned to leave.
Early the next morning, after Wuxu waved to everyone, he offered a mandala, took the blue jade, and flew out of the camp. He flew thirty miles in one breath, then turned around to avoid the river camp.
He flew straight south for more than a hundred miles and dropped Lan Yu on a mountain top. Lan Yu knew that Wuxu had made up his mind, so he no longer forced himself. He just knelt on the ground and asked, "Master Immortal,
In the future, if someone asks about this Vajra subduing demons and turning the wheel of six paths, how should Lan Yu answer?" Wuxu understood what he meant, thought about it, and replied, "My previous Dharma name was Wuxu, and Huiming's Dharma name was Lamaism Eighth.
It started from Siba. If anyone asks about it in the future, just say that I taught it to you, but you are not allowed to call me master." Lan Yu's face showed joy and she responded repeatedly.
Wuxu sighed, stood on the cloud, and said, "Lanyu, you have a violent nature. You must pay more attention in the future and don't commit murder lightly." After saying that, he flew away, like a comet hitting the earth, straight towards the capital of the Yuan Dynasty.
And go.
As the saying goes
Traveling on horseback to trace history, holding a pestle to trace the causes of calamities.
The painstaking and secret arrangement required a comet to hit the earth.