The wind and snow stopped the next day. In order to rush to Xiangyang as soon as possible to take charge of the overall situation of quelling the chaos, Jia Liu ordered the leading minister, Interior Minister Nu Lunbao, to command the coating camp of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Yuanmingyuan Protectorate Camp to cooperate with the local government to clear the snow on the road so as to open up the road as soon as possible.
the way.
Accompanied by Ji Yun, Ding Qing, Sun Chengyun and other entourages, I secretly went to Taishan Temple, which is more than 30 miles away from Xinye City, to offer incense.
The reason was that Jia Liu didn't sleep well last night. He was woken up by a nightmare at dawn and was sweating all over.
In his dream, he vaguely saw an old man waving to him, but he didn't say anything.
In view of the strangeness of this dream, Jia Liu specially asked Ji Yun to interpret it.
After listening to the prince's basic description, Ji Yun couldn't understand it for a while, so he asked the prince in detail what striking features the old man in the dream had, or what was special about him.
"What's special?"
Jia Liu meditated for a long time and then patted his forehead: "By the way, there seemed to be a crow on the old man's shoulder, and he croaked twice before leaving."
"crow?"
Ji Yun perked up after hearing this and affirmed: "This old man is the prince's ancestor, Emperor Taizu!"
"Chongpachi?"
Jia Liu was stunned, how quickly did the old lady and the old lady give him a dream?
He was not mentally prepared for this incident.
"Your Majesty, it's not Zhu Yuanzhang, it's Nurhaci."
When speaking, Ji Yun's old face looked as if it had been hit with an electric baton, it was extremely stiff.
No matter how talented he is and how knowledgeable he is about ancient and modern times, he really doesn’t know how to connect the Heshuo Hat King of the Qing Dynasty with the Zhu Ming royal family.
Because of this, he was so worried that he couldn't even eat meat.
Jia Liu was puzzled: "Why is it Nurhachi?"
The reason given by Ji Yun is that Lao Manchu legend said that Emperor Taizu was saved by a divine crow when he was in danger, so the crow has been regarded as a divine bird since the founding of the Qing Dynasty for a hundred years.
However, it was a bit far-fetched to conclude that the old man was Nurhachi rather than Zhu Yuanzhang based on just a crow, so Jia Liu suspected that Ji Yun was fooling him, so he asked Nurhachi what he wanted to do with him.
"The lower official thought that Emperor Taizu was entrusting a dream to the prince for the sake of the country and the country of the Qing Dynasty!"
Ji Yun actually understood it very clearly.
It is said that Emperor Taizu waved to the prince, indicating that the prince is the best successor to Taizu's career.
Secondly, Taizu didn't say anything. He just talked about the affairs of the world and let the prince take action freely. He didn't need to care about what others said, let alone what other unworthy descendants of Aisin Gioro thought.
The divine bird's two "croaks" before leaving are actually congratulations to the prince on his destiny.
In short, in Ji Yun's mouth, everything is beautiful.
Jia Liu was stunned for a moment after being told this.
How could he understand that his old master asked him to come over and stop lingering in the world of heaven?
When weighing the two aspects, Ji Yun’s interpretation shall prevail for the time being.
After thinking about it, I finally felt that it might be the ghosts of Liangzhu, Tayinbu and others who died last night. In addition, my hands and feet have not been very clean in the past few years, and I owe a lot of debts to Laomanlu. I thought it was better to find a temple.
It's good to purify your soul.
Even if you can't resolve the grudges of Ah Piao, you can just stabilize the true fire of Samadhi above your head.
So I informed him that I was going to the largest Taishan Temple in Xinye to offer incense.
Since the incense ceremony was carried out secretly, not many people at the general's residence knew about it, and only Baozhu, who was in charge of security, was notified.
When they arrived at Taishan Temple, they saw many pilgrims going in and out of the temple. These people looked a little strange. Ji Yun was confused and whispered: "Your Majesty, something doesn't look right about these pilgrims."
Jia Liuwei nodded, called Baozhu over, and ordered: "Mr. Ji said there is something wrong with the pilgrims. Please arrest a few of them and interrogate them to make sure they are not traitors who rebelled against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty."
After hearing this, Baozhu looked embarrassed and said: "Your Excellency, those are all guards...the general specially arranged for them to be pilgrims."
"Well?"
Jia Liu was startled for a moment, then showed admiration and patted Baozhu on the shoulder. This boy was getting better and better, and he was self-taught without a teacher.
Taishan Temple occupies a large area and the architecture looks good, better than the county government office and the Confucian Temple in Xinye County.
After entering the mountain gate, you will see the Main Hall. In front of the hall, there is a large iron stove like an incense table for pilgrims to burn incense. There is also a huge box next to it for pilgrims to donate money for scented oil.
This is a small amount. If the amount is large, a dedicated Zhike Seng will take you to register separately.
If the donation amount is large enough, the relevant leaders of the temple will also meet with you.
Although Jia Liu and his entourage were wearing casual clothes, they were still very respectable, so the monks' desire was aroused as soon as they entered the temple. However, after waiting and waiting, they did not see this group of people donating money for sesame oil.
What a joke, how could Jia Liu donate money to a monk?
His money didn't come from strong winds.
I ignored the monk's disdainful gaze and came to the main hall with my hands behind my back. I saw several golden statues of Buddha, such as the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva who responded to all requests with determination and seriousness and rode on a hundred elephants, and the smart and wise Manjushri Bodhisattva who was riding a lion astride a lion.
Yi Zunzun looked extremely distinguished.
Thanks to Baozhu's security work, there were no other pilgrims except Jia Liu and the others in the hall, only two monks sitting on futons and tapping wooden fish.
Jia Liu glanced around, and when he was about to come out, he saw a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha in the hall, looking at him with a silly smile.
He couldn't help but casually asked Ji Yun who was standing next to him: "Old Ji, why do you think this Buddha laughs when he sees me?"
Ji Yun calmly replied: "This is when the Buddha saw the Buddha and smiled."
Jia Liu raised his eyebrows: "How do you say this?"
Ji Yun said: "Your Majesty is the reincarnation of Manjushri Bodhisattva, the living Buddha today, and he comes to the Buddha Hall to worship the Buddha again, so it is said that the Buddha smiled when he saw the Buddha."
Jia Liu secretly praised what a flatterer he was, and turned around to leave. Suddenly he saw the big-bellied Maitreya Buddha smiling at Ji Yun. He couldn't help but ask: "Then the Buddha also smiled when he saw your big tobacco bag, and why?"
Ji Yun apologized and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, if the Buddha sees the official laughing, he will not become a Buddha if he laughs at the official."
"Lao Ji, I like your shameless spirit very much."
Jia Liu looked full of admiration, no wonder he was so prosperous, he was really capable.
"They are all cultivated by the prince!"
Ji Yun didn't dare to take credit and laughed sarcastically.
Jia Liu smiled and asked the host to be called over, saying that he had a business to discuss with him.
Soon, a fat monk with big ears was brought to Jia Liu. When Jia Liu revealed his identity, the monk was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed several times on the spot.
Jia Liu accepted the great gift from the abbot calmly. He is a true Buddha in the world and is qualified to receive the highest courtesy from these Buddhas' spokespersons in the world.
"Can you enshrine tablets of the deceased in your temple?"
The abbot quickly said yes.
The temple has always carried out this business, and dignitaries want better conditions, and the annual offering fee is usually around five taels.
Ordinary people's homes don't have any special requirements for offerings, and the cost of offering them ranges from a dozen to dozens of dollars a year.
Jia Liu nodded after hearing this and looked at Ding Qing, who hurriedly held two thick rosters in front of the abbot.
"There are a total of 14,160 people here. I will settle the settlement with you at ten cents per person. You have to work harder these days. You must make tablets for everyone."
More than 10,000 people?
The abbot thought his ears had heard it wrong, and he was ecstatic inside. This was really big business.
But after flipping through a few pages of the roster, I realized something was wrong. I subconsciously turned to the middle and still felt something was wrong. Then I turned to the last page and something was even more wrong.
Because everyone’s name on both rosters is Aixinjueluo*so-and-so.