Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 321 The Exile
Dayuan and Xijing are separated by more than ten thousand miles.

In the past, Chan Master Sengwo traveled eastward with two disciples, and the three accomplished practitioners had traveled for more than a month, let alone bring envoys from the Yuan Dynasty with them now.

Their mortal bodies are dragged down by them, and this trip may take half a year longer.

Jia Wenye was a little dissatisfied, thinking that the three masters and apprentices would leave the mission and return to West View first, but unexpectedly, they were persuaded by Zen Master Sengwo.

"Now that Feibi is in Jialan Temple, in a foreign land, every word and deed of you and me represents the face of the Dajing court. The people of Yuan Dynasty treat my master and apprentice as friends. How can we lose our courtesy and let outsiders justify us?" I have seen the court clearly."

Both Kawenye and Bimonanlu came from the rich Xijing family.

Many fathers and brothers are in important positions in the imperial court, which can be described as high positions and weights.

Jia Wenye was just a little irritable, not unreasonable. Hearing what Chan Master Seng Wo said, the resentment gradually disappeared from his face.

"The disciple became angry for a moment, and asked my teacher to punish him."

Immediately, he clasped his hands together and sincerely apologized to Zen Master Seng Wo.

"It's okay, knowing what's wrong can make a big difference."

Zen Master Sengwo has become more and more advanced since he practiced the Lotus Sutra of the Miaofa. Some of the confusion in the past in the Dharma has been swept away, and his whole state of mind has become naturally harmonious.

Besides—

Monk Sengwo was thinking about what Pei Miaode told him before leaving, when suddenly there was a commotion in the mission.

"Jawenye, go ask the envoys of the Yuan people, if you need our help."

With a sweep of spiritual thoughts, Chan Master Sengwo immediately understood the cause of the matter, and then gave a voice to Gavinye.

It's just being blocked by a group of refugees, it's not a big deal.

"Yes."

Gavin Ye nodded, and then used his feet to walk towards the front of the mission.

But before Jia Wenye came back, Zen Master Seng Wo noticed the smoke not far away, frowned slightly, and soon opened it up again, talking to himself helplessly.

"Forget it, it seems that the poor monk has to go for a while."

Before Bimonanlu could react, the figure of Chan Master Sengwo leaning on his Zen staff suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

"Master, wait for me..."

Pimenanlu only stretched out his hand halfway, then retracted it in embarrassment, stomped his feet, and hurriedly chased forward again.

When he arrived, the group was blocked by a group of refugees.

The old man in the head kowtowed and bowed to the envoy of the Yuan people, begging words endlessly.

"My lord, please do me a favor, and accept all of our neighbors as tenants!"

"This day, I really can't go on!"

"Eighty years after the court's taxes have been received, even if we sell our old bones, there will be no more than half a grain of food!"

"..."

Pimenanlu asked his senior brother, and only then did he know that these refugees used to be farmers in Soochow. If it wasn't for the heavy taxes and miscellaneous taxes, they couldn't live on, so how could they have thought of going into exile.

The envoys of the Yuan Dynasty were embarrassed for a while.

This place is close to the border of Soochow, nearly [-] miles away from the territory of Dayuan.

It was he who wanted to accept these people as the people of Dayuan, but he had important tasks to do, and he couldn't allocate manpower to resettle these hundreds of refugees.

At this moment, a loud neighing sound came galloping from not far away with billowing smoke and dust.

"A lot of unscrupulous people dare to leave their hometowns and resist taxes and taxes. They really have the guts to hand over all valuable things honestly!"

"If you can't pay the women's tax, hand over some of the women's relatives and sell them to brothels in the city to pay the tax."

With a long cry, a black-haired steed stopped in front of the refugees, and a fierce general with gold armor and silver saddle laughed and slashed at the old man in charge.

There was only a sharp clanging sound of friction.

A hand blocked the sword path of the general, and it was Gavin Ye who made the move.

"Why, these are the people of my great Wu, and how to deal with them is a matter for me. Are you yuan dogs trying to stir up disputes between the two countries?"

Seeing that his saber was stopped, the general couldn't withdraw it even with all his strength, and his face turned red.

"Amitabha, the monks are compassionate. People from Yuan Dynasty, Wu people, or Jing people are all human beings. How can there be a distinction between sects?"

"Although the poor monk is not from Wu, he can't see this little general killing innocent people indiscriminately."

Jia Wenye was trying to reason with the other party, but unexpectedly, the man didn't talk about martial arts, and he just swung a whip when he came over.

"I am in charge of people from Yuan and Wu, here is Great Wu, and my principles are the principles of heaven!"

That military commander swears and covers his head and face and lashes out at Gavin Ye.

However, there is Zen Master Seng Wo, a monk in the inner scene, so how can he allow this person to attack his direct disciple.

"Amitabha."

The man only felt his hands lighten up, and he looked intently at the whip in his hand, and at some point, it turned into a slender whisk.

"This is not the territory of the Wu Dynasty. If you study it carefully, it will not make sense."

This place is called Mulewen, which is the boundary of a small country called Dongli.

Seeing the luxurious clothes of the missionaries, those refugees thought that these people were nobles from the Dongli country, so they had the idea of ​​selling themselves into slavery.

"The poor monk has also traveled around Guizhou in the past, but he has never heard of a female tax. I don't know what it is."

Zen Master Seng Wo also passed through Soochow when he came here, and he saw that under the rule of Wu Taizu, although Soochow fought for years, the people of Wu could still count on food and clothing. fled to another country.

"My lord, the female tax was levied just last month. It is said that the new national teacher suggested that the emperor should recruit beautiful girls. Those with noble fates will help the country's fortune. Anyone who has a female of the right age in the family must donate their children. If not, pay heavy taxes instead.”

"In just two months, this is already the second time I've paid the female adoption tax! What kind of bullshit national teacher, in my opinion, is a demon!"

The person who spoke was humane, apparently had read some poems and books, even such a family of farming and reading was disturbed to abandon the ground and run away. The newly installed Emperor Jiankang was really a villain.

The Dayuan envoy was dumbfounded for a while.

"Bold, how dare you criticize the national teacher!"

Suddenly there was a woman's coquettish voice in the army accompanying that officer Wu, before the scholar could react, a white silk suddenly went straight to his neck, flexible and vicious like a poisonous snake.

There are women in the army?

A thought suddenly flashed in Kavanye's mind.

Before he could make a move, a Zen staff was already lying across the only way for Bai Ling to pass.

"Amitabha, you can't commit crimes with your words, but this benefactor is too harsh in his actions. Is this the reasoning of that national teacher?"

Zen Master Seng Wo looked a little ugly.

Even though he knew that as a Jing countryman, he shouldn't take care of Wu country's affairs, but he was a monk with compassion in mind, and the other party was dressed in a monk's robe but shot so fiercely, he still couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

(End of this chapter)