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Chapter 22 Sit back and talk about Taoism and seek the Lord

Chen Sijiu pretended not to hear, and went straight out.

The second master has a good saying, scholars who harm the country, there are three rules in troubled times, the first is to kill the Holy Mother, the second is to kill the scholars who harm the country, and the third is not to be soft-hearted.

"Hey, you fellow Taoist..."

The Confucian scholar named Song Lian gritted his teeth in the bullpen and cursed secretly, but when he saw the long Mo Dao package and the horn bow on Chen Sijiu's back, his eyes flickered, and he secretly asked where this person came from. So brave.

The wind and snow in Mobei beyond the Great Wall came in bursts.

The rain and snow dissipated after a roar, and the rain and snow gradually melted away. Except for a little bit of wet mud on the ground, there was no way to see that there was a freezing rain, wind and snow blowing just now.

Peng Yingyu was sitting bored, with a piece of horse grass in his mouth, he stretched out his hand and scratched his crotch, and said to Chen Sijiu: "Big man, have you never seen the rain and snow in Mobei?"

Chen Sijiu nodded.

Peng Yingyu grinned and said: "You don't understand this. Look at the top of your head. As long as there is a cloud floating over in Mobei, it will definitely rain. After the cloud leaves, there will be no wind and snow."

Chen Sijiu snorted and looked at Lama Zhao after the snowstorm.

It is holy and high-spirited, standing on the mountainside under the blue sky, with vultures circling and flying, and groups of Han slaves who were conscripted to serve as conscripts to build this lama, were not affected by the wind and snow at all, and they moved and staggered freely. struggling.

In the temple, the Bodhisattva sculpture is mighty and shocking, like a demon or a Buddha. If it is offering incense, it is a Bodhisattva, if it is offering blood and food, it is a demon. Devoted men and women eat blood and make offerings in front of the Buddha.

Those Han Chinese slaves who struggled to repair Lamazhao, did they have a Buddha or a demon in their hearts?
"Why doesn't this lama call for clouds?"

Chen Sijiu whispered.

Peng Yingyu took out a louse in her crotch, bit it in her mouth, and shook her head: "I don't know, it's because this lama has a Bodhisattva to protect him, so there is less rain and snow."

Chen Sijiu shook his head like a rattle.

"No, Buddhism says that all beings are equal. I see that Qingshan is more comfortable, but I think Qingshan should be like this. I believe in Buddha, so Buddha is everywhere. I have Buddha in my heart, so Buddha has no appearance. They are monks and lamas. They came here to teach Lamaism to promote the equality of all living beings in Buddhism. They say that everyone is born with sins, and that if you practice hard in this life, you will be rewarded with blessings and karma in the next life. However, these monks and lamas really brought the people here Is the blessing reported?"

Peng Yingyu asked strangely, "Why not?"

He took his hand out of his crotch, rubbed his nose, frowned and said, "Just like our great monk in Jiangxi, the monk's land does not need to pay rent or tax to the government, and the farmers around us are willing to use the land Give it to the temple as the temple field, and the great monks are also kind, and give us a lot of millet, which is much lower than the government’s charge."

"There are also pawnshops and grain shops. The pawnshops opened by temples have lower profits than those opened by merchants. The little money they earn will be used to make golden bodies for Bodhisattvas and repair temples. Big man, look here. Lamazhao, the herdsmen have no place to see a doctor or go to the market in a radius of tens of miles. Only this place can come to the market to see a doctor at the temple fair on the [-]th day of each month. Some people need the protection of the Bodhisattva for birth, old age, sickness and death. If this temple is not built , what about the people around you? Doesn’t this count as bringing blessings to the people?”

Chen Sijiu laughed out loud.

"Is the white horse not a horse?"

"Of course it's a horse!"

"Fomafeimaye?"

"The Buddha horse is the spiritual horse in front of the Buddha, so naturally it is not..."

Peng Yingyu scratched her head: "You're confusing us, the Buddha horse is definitely not an ordinary horse, the one riding it is a Bodhisattva Arhat, how can it be a horse?"

Chen Sijiu laughed again, and sighed: "A Buddha horse is not a horse. It depends on who is riding it. If it is a horse used by the Han people to drive slaves, it is lowly. If it is a horse ridden by a Buddha, it is a spiritual horse." Beast Bodhisattva."

"If you don't believe in Buddhism, there will never be a shortage of incense burners in the temple. If you believe in Buddha, the Buddha will not show mercy to you."

"Buddhas practice the afterlife, Taoism cultivates the present life. The world talks about Buddhism and Taoism in vain. They all emphasize a cause and effect luck. In my opinion, the theory of luck is human power. To prove one's own Bodhisattva and to be the gods and Buddhas of others, the world will come from time to time. All with the same strength, with luck and luck, you will become a Buddha by yourself."

After Chen Sijiu finished speaking, someone echoed, "Good!"

He turned his head and saw that Song Lian, a Confucian scholar named Xuan Zhenzi, had arrived at the door at some time and was eavesdropping on Chen Sijiu and Peng Yingyu's conversation.

Chen Sijiu glanced at him and wondered: "Good? This way of self-realization is not a good way. Parents are the Buddhas around you. Why do you need to burn incense in temples? If you are a real god and Buddha, honor your parents and work hard, you are practicing goodness and upholding the Dharma. God and Buddha, you little scholar also understand good and evil?"

Only then can we see Song Lian's face clearly.

He is tall and thin, wearing Taoist robes, a wine gourd on his waist, and a Confucian scarf on his head. Looking at his face, he has sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He seems to be a southerner, and his eyes are extremely energetic.

He grinned and said: "If there is no three-point cause before the Buddha, how can there be seven-point fruit in the underworld? The Bodhisattva who cultivates himself has five skills and five lessons taught by Tianfang. They are all seeking redemption and relief."

"Everything is suffering. In this world, there are white clouds and dogs, and all living beings. Even the Buddha, the ancestor of Taoism with boundless mana, cannot pity everyone. Therefore, only the sincere ones are selected among the believers to escape from the other side. Those who believe will get good luck, and those who do not believe will naturally not get good results. .”

Chen Sijiu laughed out loud.

He pointed at Song Lian and cursed: "You Confucian-headed scholar, you talk about fallacies and heresies. According to you, all unbelievers should die. Believers must be very sincere in order to be favored by Bodhisattvas and Taoist ancestors? The so-called Buddha fights for one." Burner incense, whoever burns the incense strongly will be blessed by the Bodhisattva, what is the difference between this and Maitreya's teaching of ten abiding Bodhisattvas?"

The Maitreya religion is heresy, which calls killing living beings to practice Buddhahood, killing one person becomes a Bodhisattva of one abode, and killing ten people becomes a Bodhisattva of ten abode.

These evil spirits are all demons in cassocks.

Song Lian said again: "No, how can there be a true Buddha in this world who can take care of the world?"

Chen Sijiu thought of the world of Yingzhou that the master said, and said in a low voice: "There will be, sooner or later, the common people can live with dignity, they can have enough food, they can have houses to live in, they don't need Praying to Buddhas and ancestors everywhere, asking to be reincarnated in a good family in the next life, you can live like a human being dignifiedly.”

"Oh?"

Song Lian wondered, "Isn't this the Western Paradise? Or the Taoist Haotian Immortal Realm?"

Chen Sijiu shook his head, his eyes flickering.

"No, if the emperor in this world can rebuild Gangchang and save the people, a pure land can also emerge from the world."

He looked at the lamazhao in the distance, then at the poor people in the cattle pen, gritted his molars and squinted his eyes: "It's a pity that the emperor of Dayuan is not such a human emperor."

Song Lian was shocked.

He looked at Chen Sijiu suspiciously, and wondered if this priest had rebellious intentions?

Although Song Lian was poor since he was a child, he was diligent and studious. He once studied as a teacher of Jinhua Confucian Wenren Mengji in eastern Zhejiang, and practiced Taoism in Xianhua Mountain. Now he has a book written by Wenren Mengji. He came to Kaiping, the capital of Dayuan, to find Jinhua The great Confucianist Wu Zhiren is studying, and by the way, see if he can get an official position in the Imperial College of the Yuan Dynasty, or the Jixian Academy.

There is no imperial examination in Dayuan now, but a recommendation system.

The Mongols and Semu returned to the official position, and the fan monk Dalu Huachi were all appointed by the imperial court.

As for the low-level Han officials and small officials, they need to "receive millet" and "get merit" to get official status.

Paying millet means paying more taxes. The more taxes you pay, the more important you are. Naturally, you need to exploit the people more cruelly.

And very few succeed.

Therefore, Dayuan also has a way to be an official, which is recommendation.

Looking for recommendations from fellow countrymen or old friends who are officials, you can enter the Imperial College as a supervisor, or get an alternate in Jixianyuan, even if you are there to support the Mongols, you can be a small official if you are assigned to a place, and you will become a great Yuan. A lackey under his command.

In the Yuan Dynasty, an era when southern Han officials were discriminated against, less than one ten thousandth of the southern Han people were chief officials, and being able to be a small official was also a ladder that many southern Confucian scholars could only dream of but never dreamed of.

Chen Sijiu glanced at him, and saw that the Confucian scholar had a blue cloud on his head, and he looked like a scholar.

He sneered in his heart. For some reason, it may be that he was too deeply influenced by the second master, and he didn't have a good impression of these Confucian scholars. It may be because he heard the second master and them say that after the Jiangnan army surrendered in the Southern Song Dynasty, they could have had a good death. The minister told Kublai Khan that the Han people were deeply treacherous, and asked him to start more wars, send the elite of the Jiangnan army to fight, wear down the strength of the Jiangnan Han army, and promote those who have meritorious service. The more dead the better.

Therefore, when the Yuan Dynasty conquered Annan, Burma, Japan, and Java, countless Han Chinese soldiers died in the south of the Yangtze River...

Song Lian took a deep breath, thinking of his own business, and didn't care about discussing with Chen Sijiu, he said with a smile: "Master Dao, if this is the case, can you help Xiaosheng, I came from Jiangnan to Mobei, and I was entangled on the way. Exhausted, and now the money is too small, if there is no gold and silver, can I ask for some wine and food?"

Chen Sijiu rolled his eyes. Are you begging for love?

Chen Sijiu shook his head.

"I'm sorry, my wine and food are eaten by people, slaves who drive mouth, and Confucian scholars who talk too much."

As he spoke, he greeted Peng Yingyu to sit down with him, eat jerky and drink to warm up.

Song Lian touched the hungry rumbling belly, saw that they were eating delicious food, swallowed his saliva, and said bitterly: "Master Dao, you support wine, food and people in this cattle pen, why can't you support me, the Great Emperor?" Kublai Khan, you must burn incense for the most holy teacher Confucius, even though I was born in a Confucian family, I am also a member of the Taoist sect, if you do not save your fellow disciples when you see them down and out, wouldn’t that violate your practice?"

Chen Sijiu rolled his eyes again.

He waved his hand and said to Song Lian: "Xuan Zhenzi Song Lian, right? Let me tell you, there is a big Buddha in Leshan, Sichuan, you should go and see it!"

Song Lian wondered, "What are you going to do?"

Chen Sijiu said: "Ask the Leshan Giant Buddha to stand up and give you the seat under its buttocks. You are wider than the Leshan Giant Buddha!"

"Our second master has a saying that persuading people to be kind is like killing their parents. What you say makes us very disgusted. If it weren't for your ugly appearance, I would have kicked you. Get out of here before we get angry! "

Song Lian curled his lips aggrievedly, then shrank back.

Not long after, the wind and snow stopped completely, and the sun came out again, and soon the mud on the ground dried up.

People in the cattle pen came out one after another. The Mongolian herdsmen kowtowed three times and worshiped the lama. They practiced piously from the foot of the mountain, while the Han people drove the slaves, and they worked harder to move bricks and tiles and transport building materials up. Build this lamazhao.

Seeing that the sky was clear, Chen Sijiu greeted Peng Yingyu to lead the horse and prepare to set off.

At this time, the Confucian scholar Song Lian came out again. He was leading a skinny horse, holding in his right hand the wine bag that Chen Sijiu had given to everyone in the bullpen before, and hung the wine bag on Chen Sijiu's horse in a fawning manner, and carefully Touching the sheath of Mo Dao wrapped by Chen Sijiu, he said in amazement, "Master Dao, is this a blade? It's thicker than the Mongolian horse-chopping sword, and you can swing it?"

In front of him, Chen Sijiu turned Mo Dao in his hand.

Song Lian's round eyes widened, and he said: "Strong man, Taoist priest, your hand is the method used by King Kong to subdue demons and Zhong Kui to suppress ghosts."

He scratched his head and asked Peng Yingyu, who was also envious beside him, and said, "Little novice, how do you think this Taoist priest has mastered such skills? He is indeed a fairy priest from Liaoyang Xianshan Cave Mansion."

Peng Yingyu didn't hear the horse smell in Song Lian's words, she grinned and said, "I don't know either."

Chen Sijiu grinned and said, "Want to learn?"

Seeing that he took the initiative to talk, Song Lian nodded repeatedly, hoping to keep up with Chen Sijiu.

Chen Sijiu's eyes flickered, and said: "Since the age of 15, I have swung the knife five hundred times a day. This knife weighs 35 catties. It is the same ancient knife used by Li Siye of the Anxi Army in Tang Dynasty. In the battle of Xiangji Temple, the Tang army and An Lushan In the battle of the rebel army, more than [-] people were beheaded, and under this Mo Dao, all the people and horses were broken."

"If there is no Tang army to kill the gods, can the Tang Dynasty stop the Hebei rebellion?"

He seemed to be asking himself, and he seemed to be asking Song Lian.

Turning to look at Lamazhao on the top of the mountain, believers and Han slaves, as small as ants, crawling on the mountainside, trying to get rid of this man-eating Dayuan, under the watchful eyes of the gods and Buddhas in the temple, Seek the tranquility of a stick of incense.

"I practice this knife to cut down all injustices and all injustices in the world!"

ps: The second update, thanks to the book friend Meng Meng da little bookworm for the reward, and thanks to the book friend for not being a bear!Seeking investment, asking for recommended monthly tickets~
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