Yi Song

Chapter 10 Fuck Fengheng Yu University
  Liu Guozhang bought a coffin in the town ahead.

A hill was found outside the town, Liu Da's body was put into a coffin and buried, and a grave was built.

A wooden sign was written with the words "Tomb of Liu Da in Kaifeng" and inserted in front of the tomb.

Wang Yan and others stepped forward and kowtowed three times.

"Liu Da, Liu Da, I have been with you for a few days, and I have received the favor of your life, but I only know that your name is Liu Da." Wang Yan patted the wooden sign and sighed with tears.

"Liu Da is deceased, but Liu Hu is still alive. I will live a good life for my eldest brother." Liu Guozhang said sadly.

Zhang Sheng let out a long sigh and consoled him: "Erlang, you don't have to be too sad. Life and death are fateful, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Thank you Zhang Weng."

After doing this, most of the day passed.

"Erlang, it's getting late. We might as well find a place to rest and make some careful plans on how to enter the city." Yuan Tianbao said.

Liu Guozhang looked in the direction of Tokyo and sighed.

"I'm going to the city to pay homage to my ancestors and find my relatives; the four Wang brothers are going back to the Vatican Pagoda Temple to meet up with their companions, get back their clerical badges, and return to Beijing to resume their duties; the two scholars are going to the Imperial College; you two are also going to the city. Who is familiar with this place? , where is the right place to stay?”

Yuan Tianbao replied: "Erlang destroyed Manjintang, and the news will soon spread to the Wuyou Gang. To be careful, let's find a remote place to stay for the time being, inquire about the news, and see how popular it is."

Wang Yan agreed: "What Yuan Dongjia said makes sense. I have only been in Kaifeng for half a month, and my ears are full of news about the Wuyou Gang. Their minions are spread all over the city and inside and outside the city, and the sky is filled with fierce flames.

We destroyed Manjintang, leaving only three servants alive. According to Erlang's instructions, we gave some money and sent it to the ship heading south. It’s just that people’s hearts are unpredictable and world events are unpredictable, so we’d better be cautious.

It's just that I'm not familiar with Kaifeng City, so I don't have any good ideas. "

Fengcheng and Tian Cong spread their hands, "This is also our first time back to Tokyo."

Buddha Wang said: "Erlang, everyone, I have been to Tokyo many times, and I have also been outside the city several times due to business. I remember that there is an abandoned temple not far ahead. Although it is shabby, it can protect you from wind and rain, so you might as well Go and stay there.”

Liu Guozhang kowtowed three times to Liu Da's grave, stood up, and said goodbye with tears.

"Okay! Let's go, everyone!"

After walking for a quarter of an hour, everyone came to a hill. Zhang Meng pointed ahead and said, "Ahead is the Bianhe River!"

Liu Guozhang followed his fingers and looked ahead, where the Bianhe River was flowing slowly not far away.

"We went around and around, and we came to the Bianhe River again."

On the river, five Bianhe cargo ships slowly moved northward in the setting sun.

Against the wind and current, the sails had long been furled, and the bare mast stood upright. Seen from a distance in the dusk, it looks like a hemp pole on a lonely grave in the wilderness.

The boat and sails are new and the paint is shiny.

The ship's windows are carved with latticework and covered inside and outside with colorful brocade, making them magnificent.

There were four Yuhou standing on the bow of the boat, wearing cross-legged turbans, round-collar robes of colorful and green silk, tied with twisted twisted silk red belts, and a pair of cooked leather tiger-claw boots.

Holding a gilt copper waist knife, he stood with arms akimbo, majestic.

Two large flags were carried above the head, with "Suzhou Yingfeng Bureau" on the left and "Huashi Gang" on the right, rustling in the wind.

The setting sun shone over and seemed to be smeared with blood.

Sixty or seventy Xiangjun trackers on the shore were naked, wearing only an invisible calf-nosed robe, either barefoot or wearing tattered straw sandals. Their bodies were leaning forward as hard as they could, almost lying on the ground.

Using both hands and feet, they climbed up and down the hollows in the mud, crawling forward like a worm.

The ropes on his shoulders and back were deeply inserted into the dark skin and bones.

"Hey yo ho!"

The sounds the trackers shouted from their mouths were like their last shouts with their lives, and also like the groans of souls tortured in hell.

The sound faded away, and the cargo ship moved away. Various ships hiding on both sides of the river and in the branches of the river came out one after another, heading north and south, crowded together. "This is Fenghengyu University!" Liu Guozhang couldn't help but cursed, "I'll go to your mother's Fenghengyu University!"

Everyone had complicated expressions and remained silent.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, we came to an abandoned temple, with more than half of the roof missing, and six or seven houses without a single complete wall.

Zhang Sheng and Chen Guang walked around the deserted temple and said, "This temple seems to have been lived in."

"This used to be a gathering place for hungry people, but because it was not far from the Bian River, the government was worried that they would steal the river's fortune, so they drove them to other places." Wang Buddha explained.

"Hungry people?" Fengcheng asked with a heavy heart, "There are also hungry people in Tokyo. Alas, are there many?"

"Outside the city of Tokyo, at the feet of the emperor, there are tens of thousands of hungry people who come and go all year round. The food distributed by the government is enough to eat.

His wife was sold, his son was sold, his family was destroyed, and there were so many tragic things. It is because there are so many hungry people over the years that the Wuyou Gang is growing day by day. "Wang Buddha sighed.

"There is no peace in the world! The people in the southeast of my country are in dire straits because of the Hua Shi Gang. I didn't expect that the Kaifeng capital is also in such a miserable state. Fengheng Yuda! Haha, Fengheng Yuda!"

Fengcheng patted the ruins and looked at the fertile fields and mountains in the distance, lamenting repeatedly and bursting into tears.

Yuan Tianbao looked around at the crowd and said meaningfully: "In the current Song Dynasty, the emperor is ignorant and the ministers are treacherous. There are internal and external troubles. Just like this desolate temple, it is shaky and unstable. I'm afraid it won't last long."

Wang Yan and Chen Guang looked at Yuan Tianbao fiercely with their eyes widened and eyes as bright as lightning.

Fengcheng and Tian Cong also looked at him unkindly.

Yuan Tianbao didn't take it seriously and took it calmly.

There is something in this kid's words, he is testing everyone's attitude.

Liu Guozhang suddenly replied: "If the temple is broken, it will be repaired."

Yuan Tianbao's eyes lit up and he said quickly: "It's just that this temple is too old and dilapidated and cannot be repaired."

"If it can't be repaired, tear it down and rebuild it, and then build it bigger and stronger. But the temple is my temple, the land is my land, and I have the final say on my territory."

Yuan Tianbao's words paused, and he turned to look at the Bodhisattva statue standing in the temple, with only the lower half remaining. He couldn't help but ask: "After the temple is renovated, will it continue to be dedicated to Buddha and Bodhisattva, or will it be dedicated to the three pure spiritual officials?" "

"Whether it is for the Three Pure Spirit Officials or the Buddha and Bodhisattva, as long as you eat my incense and accept my offerings, you should protect me. If you don't protect me, what use does this god have? I might as well raise a few pigs and sheep, and the coming year will be good. Kill to eat.

God bless me, I am a god! "

Everyone was shocked and didn't know what to say.

On the contrary, Zhang Meng, the youngest, said happily: "What Erlang said is that if the gods don't bless me, what's the use of him? I am a god myself!"

Zhang Sheng's face was ashen and he scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, big eyes. Don't dare to say such blasphemous words."

Zhang Meng twisted his neck and said unconvinced: "My eldest mother and my mother were devout believers in Buddhism, but they were starved to death. Where was the Buddha at that time? My uncle and my third uncle devoted themselves to the Tao, and as a result, the epidemic disappeared. Then Where is Shi Sanqing?
  When I worship God, aren’t I just asking for His blessing? Since he doesn’t have any help, what’s the use of him! "

Zhang Sheng was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He raised his single sword and struck Zhang Meng twice on the back with the scabbard attached.

After the beating, I felt heartbroken again, so I rushed over to check the injuries.

"It's just bruises, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Zhang Sheng took a long breath and said sadly, "Life is just like grass and grass. If you don't believe in fate and don't worship God, it won't work."

Yuan Tianbao, Wang Yan, Feng Cheng and others watched the dispute between their grandfather and grandson in silence, then turned to look at Liu Guozhang.

Liu Guozhang took a sip of hot water and said loudly: "Gods are also transformed by humans. Those who control destiny are gods. If you want to control your own destiny, you have to fight with heaven, earth, and people!"

Yuan Tianbao and Wang Yan asked in unison: "Dou, what should I do if I lose?
  "If you think about success or failure before anything is done, can you achieve it? The days are not over yet, and only think about life and death. Is it meaningful? There are thousands of knots in the world, and they can all be solved with one knife. Life and death are indifferent. If you don't accept it, do it. As long as you don't admit defeat, do it. in the end."

"Fight to the end, do you want to fight until death?" Yuan Tianbao asked.

"If a person dies and a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of thousands of years!"

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