"Dawa and Yaksha have arrived."
The blind old monk sitting in the quiet room listened intently and instructed the young monk to go out to pick up the guests.
Tuoba shook everyone curiously and turned his head in the direction where the door opened.
They couldn't understand what the old monk was saying, but they could see the monk's prudence. Tuoba Huang is familiar with various classics, and has also discussed Buddhism with eminent monks from the Western Regions. Naturally, he knows what the Sanskrit pronunciation of "Dawa" and "Yakikha" are.
That is the gods and yakshas in Buddhism.
This was probably the first sentence the old monk said after sitting here for almost half an hour.
The truth made him a little discouraged.
This old monk may be welcoming someone else.
In Tuoba Dang's eyes, the blind old monk who was walking on the ground with bare feet in the winter had an indescribable sense of incomprehension.
Even the posture of sitting on his back is an unusual "big lotus pose", which is not the meditation posture that ordinary monks use.
In such a remote place, in such a dilapidated temple, there lived such a monk, and it was an adventure for them to meet again
Under the curious eyes of everyone, He Mulan, Di Yefei and A Danzhuo were welcomed in.
"The bridge in front is actually broken!" A-Dan Zhuo laughed. "Even if we find this shortcut, we won't be able to go!"
"You little monk, why did you only speak halfway!" Di Yefei glared angrily.
He Mulan didn't speak. In fact, she also wanted to scold her.
Does she have to build bridges in addition to opening the way? Do you really think of her as a demolition and processing team
But she still remembered to give Hua Mulan a little demeanor, so she just didn't look good, and when she saw the happy eyes of the egrets, she just nodded reservedly.
"Several distinguished guests came to this monastery, which really surprised the old monk. If you don't dislike it, please dine here. The road ahead has been destroyed, and returning the same way will definitely delay the place. Although the Dry Leaves Temple is small, there is a meditation bed with an order. It's still enough."
"Master is polite."
"The old monk's name is 'Kuchan', and he is the chairperson of the Kuye Temple here." He recited the Buddha's name.
Seven or eight people poured into this dilapidated small temple, and the old monk's house could not hold so many people at all, so the egrets discussed it for a while. Except for A Luhuan who was still on duty in the house, everyone else withdrew. out the door.
A Danzhuo looked at the people left in the room, scratched his head and went out, sitting on the threshold outside to bask in the sun.
When did He Guang start to change
It seems to have been from his entourage since.
The son is the son, and the common man is the common man.
Thinking of He Guang who would ask him for help because he didn't bring a toilet chip and his legs were numb, Adan Zhuo suddenly felt that it was a matter of his previous life.
He sat on the threshold and thought about things that he must have thought too much at his age, until the little monk went to bring tea to the people in the room, and he looked up at him.
It was probably because he stretched his head out, so after Dry Bamboo went in with a teapot and an empty teacup, he came out with a cup of tea in his hand.
It was a cup of brown liquid, hot and smoking. On this winter day, even with the sun, it is very comfortable to hold a cup of hot water in your hand. So Adanzhuo took it over and thanked him very happily.
Withered Bamboo showed a very shy smile, nodded slightly to express his acceptance of his thanks, and went back in again.
A few egrets in the distance felt sour in their hearts.
Why didn't this little monk give them a hot drink, only the black-skinned boy!
"What the hell is this?" A-Danzhuo held the cup in his hand, because it was too hot to eat, so he covered his hand and blew.
A slightly astringent smell came from it, which made him very curious.
After waiting for a while, the water gradually cooled down, and Adanzhuo carefully took a sip with curiosity.
Just this mouthful made him make a very terrifying reasoning.
puff!
"Aunt Hua! He Guang, don't drink that water! These two monks want to poison us!"! ! !
Hearing this, the egret rushed into the room immediately. Tuoba Huang, who was going to politely drink the drink prepared by the Zen Temple, stopped his movements because of A Danzhuo's scream outside the door.
Di Yefei emptied the water in the cup almost immediately, and knocked over the tea cup in front of He Mulan.
He Mulan seemed to tell Di Yefei that he didn't have to do this. Because she was trapped by various strange things in ancient times, she almost only drank white water and wine when she came here.
Kuangkura!
Kuangkura!
After the two sounds of the sword being unsheathed, the old monk and the young monk had two more short blades on their necks. A Luheng protects the prince in front of him and draws a dagger out of nowhere.
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The woodcutter next to him fell to the ground with fright.
***
After a riot, after all the people drank the water in the teacup with a sad face in the dead leaves, they knew that it was not poison, but a medicinal tea made from Kuding leaves.
Of course, it is very inappropriate to drink Kuding with cool nature in winter, but there is no such thing as tea in simple Buddhist temples, and monks and nuns have become accustomed to grab a handful of Kuding leaves and boil them into water to make tea soup. The little monk was afraid that the guests would not be used to this kind of thing, so he put ginger slices, jujube meat and other warm things to reconcile it according to the habit of sencha.
Does this taste...
Perhaps the ancients who were used to drinking tea with the same taste as pot water would not find it too strange, but as Adanzhuo, who has never drank this "advanced drink" a few times, and simply can't accept the addition of salt and ginger to the tea For He Mulan...
It may taste like poison, not necessarily.
In the more serious explanation, the stubborn Adanzhuo finally accepted that it was not the strange taste after taking the medicine, but the taste of this thing originally. The dry bamboo's face that originally smiled became a little indifferent, but Tuoba Huang kept smiling until he couldn't breathe.
'Why drink such an unpleasant thing! '
Adanzhuo also felt ashamed and exited the room to face the wall.
Well, he once joked that He Guang almost fell into the cesspool when he went to the toilet, but now that He Guang joked again, it was considered to be even.
Just a little sorry for the well-meaning little monk.
After this ironic episode, the atmosphere in the room finally became eerily peaceful. After the woodcutter's legs returned to normal, he ran out of the house as if to show everyone that his legs were in fact completely fine, and left the words "I'll go to the village and ask people to repair the mountain wall" and ran away.
Tuoba Huang wanted to maintain his solemn expression of "asking for advice from an expert", but when he thought of A Danzhuo running in in a panic just now to ask for help, "What should I do, am I going to die?", he couldn't help but say it from his mouth. A few weird laughter after being held back.
He tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't hold back the smile that came from the bottom of his heart.
Well, anyway, the old monk was blind and couldn't see the way he winked.
"This old master, I'm really sorry, this child is not so reckless on weekdays." He Mulan apologized to him on behalf of her junior.
Since he came out in the morning with two dark circles under his eyes, this child has been a little lost.
"If the child can't accept it, there is no difference between goodwill and poison."
Kuchan replied softly.
"Just like the Supreme Being, if you can't accept it, saving sentient beings will become harming sentient beings."
Tuoba was shocked.
It's almost a condemnation.
He Mulan didn't like the old monk's tone. This kind of "I'm good, but you don't know how to appreciate it" makes her a little uncomfortable.
So she retorted.
"Although it's good intentions, it adds to other people's troubles. You have to reflect on whether you really take care of other people's feelings. Before you treat a guest, don't ask the guest what they like to drink and what they can't drink. When good things come out, how can you expect everyone to be the same as you think?"
"What the donor said is. It's just that if the taste is still the same, and suddenly one day I don't like it? Tea, whether it is on the table or on the floor, the tea can be changed from one container to another at will, tea is still tea. But People are changing all the time." Ku Zen means something.
"Then change it!"
He Mulan pursed her lips.
"You are trying to sell the tea anyway, and the people who buy it don't like it, so you can only drink it yourself."
"Donor, if the tea has changed its taste, is it still tea?"
"You haven't seen the tea of the later generations, so how do you know that the tea of the later generations is what it is now?"
As long as He Mulan thought about those tea leaves that were either fragrant or had a long aftertaste in later generations, and then thought of knocking off a bunch of tea leaves from something pressed into a cake, adding ginger, salt and all kinds of strange things to boil it. "Tea", and blocked it back a little angrily.
"Change the taste...?" The old monk lowered his head and pondered for a while.
"Maybe that's the case. But our generation can't do it anyway. If after three or five years, there are still lingering fires left, I hope new flames can be ignited."
"It will change." He Mulan sighed.
The changes after Buddhism can be called advancing with the times.
"The donor has a relationship with my Buddhism, but now his soul is scattered, and his life is not long. The old man would like to form a good relationship and give the donor a hint..."
He read a verse.
"...Do you know who I am?" Seeing that he seemed to understand her appearance, He Mulan felt inexplicably uneasy.
In various and TV dramas, if there is such an expert who seems to be saying "Ah, no one has seen me for thousands of years", it is either a real expert or a terrible monster.
"Throughout the ages, people with talent like the benefactor have never been able to end well, probably because of too many killings. It's just that although the benefactor has killed a lot, there are more good karma, so the merits and demerits can be balanced out, and the end can be a happy death."
"It's just that the donor is still suffering from doom. This doom comes from yourself."
"You are born with divine power, probably because there is a 'spirit' in your body that others don't have. But also because this 'spirit' grows stronger with age, your mortal body will one day be unable to bear it, and eventually will die violently in the prime of life."
He Mulan showed a surprised expression.
Di Yefei had already stood up, showing an expression that would beat him at any time.
Obviously, Ku Chan is a blind old monk, so naturally he can't see his expression.
"There should have been someone who wanted to take away the 'spirit' from you, but there must have been some changes in it, which made you have a weak soul and unclear consciousness. Among the masters in the world, there is only the one called the 'national teacher'. Daoist Kou and my ascetic master Hui Shi have such abilities. But Hui Shi left many years ago, so if you want to find out the reason, you'd better go to Pingcheng to find that Kou Tianshi."
"Of course, the old man doesn't recommend you to do this. Since it is a robbery, you have already been born in response to the robbery, so why should you think about ending it?"
"Master means that Kou Daochang will be detrimental to her?" Tuoba asked in a voice.
"No, since it is one's own doom, the death of one's life comes from oneself. If the doom really changes, it is not necessarily a good thing."
He Mulan had a vague idea in her mind after listening to the words "spirit" and "doom" in her head. But she is a materialist after all, so after listening to it, she just felt that it was not enough, that Kou Daochang had no intention of seeing him.
"Master, someone once said that I..." Tuoba Huang just opened his mouth holding a trace, but was interrupted by the monk.
"This noble person, your fate is not something someone like Lao Na can point out. Even if you ask Lao Na to give you an answer, Lao Na's answer is 'no problem'." Ku Chan shook his head.
"I understand."
Tuoba Huang's heart sank, until it sank into the bottomless abyss.
If there is really no problem, he can just say it bluntly. But he pulled out so many reasons, thinking that Kou Qianzhi's prophecy was indeed true.
What exactly is destiny? Can it be seen through by mortals
He glanced sideways at He Mulan, who was completely unaffected by the old monk's words, secretly envious in his heart.
The same is the fate, she should be robbed to live, but he should die.
She got Kuchan's advice but didn't take it seriously, and she tried hard to get it but couldn't get it.
What do those "Heavenly Man" and "Yaksha" refer to
Tuoba Huang, He Mulan and the others sat in the quiet room for a while. Because they didn't get the answer they wanted, Tuoba Huang inevitably showed a look of restlessness.
It was really boring for He Mulan to sit, and it was too bad to sit in the same room with an unfamiliar magic stick and have nothing to say, so she opened the door and walked out under the pretext of "urgency".
In the yard, Kuzhu and Adanzhuo were gesturing something. She narrowed her eyes curiously and took a closer look at what they were doing.
"I wholeheartedly want you to feel our kindness, but you say the tea I gave you is poison."
Withered Bamboo made a drinking gesture and stretched out a finger.
He stuttered and was used to communicating with Master in this way.
Adanzhuo frowned, stretched out two fingers in embarrassment, and shook it.
'I swear I don't mind. '
Withered Bamboo shook his head vigorously.
Seeing him shaking his head, Adanzhuo showed anger on his face, and even stretched out his fist.
He unloaded a small cloth bag from his waist, took out a few eggs from it, peeled them, and ate them.
Such a move also caused the dead bamboo to bite his lip, then turned his head and ran away.
He Mulan was bewildered watching the two youngsters' mime, and walked over after the dead bamboo disappeared.
"What kind of riddle are you fighting with him?"
He Mulan patted Adanzhuo on the shoulder.
"He told me that because I annoyed him about drinking tea, I could only eat a bowl of rice for lunch." He stretched out his finger and made a "one" gesture.
"I said I can't get enough from one bowl, at least two bowls!"
He stretched out two fingers.
"As a result, he shook his head desperately, and didn't even want to give me that one. I thought to myself, it's not that I didn't eat it, why bother him, so I reached out and told him that I wouldn't take anything."
He stretched out his fist and clenched it.
"Then he probably ran away in shame."
Adanzhuo took a bite of the egg.
"This little monk is so stingy. Didn't he just treat the Kuding he gave him as poison? Later, I apologized too, but he was still brooding and came to protest with me!"
"Uh..." He Mulan touched her chin.
"Although it sounds reasonable, it doesn't seem to be the case..."
"You can't be wrong! I've played with the little mute at the head of the village for many years, and I've always guessed what he said." Adanzhuo was very sure that he had finished eating the eggs in his hand.
"Aunt Hua, I'm still hungry. Shall we stay here for lunch?"
"Tuo... He Guang doesn't want to go, and the road ahead is broken again. We're going to get some hot water here at noon to put my grandmother's cake on my stomach, and then go back the same way in the afternoon."
He Mulan was also troubled by what happened this morning.
"It would have been better if I had known not to take any shortcuts. Whether it's walking or being a person, expecting shortcuts is often the life of being trapped."
"Aunt Hua, what are you talking about?" A Danzhuo was a little stunned.
"Ah, nothing."
Tuoba Huang spent the next time trying to find the answer, but the blind monk was as silent as when He Mulan didn't come, so after everyone had finished lunch, Tuoba Huang couldn't Do not admit that you have done useless work.
At noon, two monks in the temple, one old and one small, accompanied everyone for lunch. After the porridge and rice were served, Adanzhuo was silent.
There was no meal at all.
The boiled thin corn porridge is no different from water, with a few pickles, and boiled beans, this is their lunch.
He Mulan's stomach hurt a little when he looked at the pile of boiled beans. This Mulan's original body has the problem of flatulence, and I don't know if it is the sequelae left over from years of marching and fighting, so she didn't eat bean rice and beans when she was at Hua's house.
"Do you eat this on weekdays?"
He Mulan looked at the skinny "Kuchan" master, and the withered bamboo wearing a large monk's robe that looked like a kite floating on the ground, and had some doubts that the monk who named them might be cursed.
"The monks depend entirely on others for their support, so how can they be so demanding that they must be given brocade clothes and jade food? A grain of rice is goodwill, and a bowl of rice is also goodwill. Now I will share this goodwill with you, please don't underestimate them."
Ku Chan picked up the bowl and read the scriptures, then pursed his lips and began to drink the corn porridge.
This made them uncomfortable.
What he said was right. The monks don’t work in production themselves, and they eat whatever others give. It is a blessing to be able to eat food. How can we sympathize with their hardships
He Mulan took out the hu cake that she brought with her. It was made by Hua Mu with good wheat flour. It was delicious and hungry, but it was a little hard to swallow when there was no hot water.
She broke the cake and divided it into three parts, one for herself, one for the old monk, and one for the young monk.
Then started to eat.
Wither Chan was blind and couldn't see what He Mulan had done, but Wither Bamboo cried out.
"Shi, benefactor... I am..."
"You're welcome. You shared the kindness of the villagers with me, and I will share mine with you now. I got kindness from you, and you are accepting my kindness, isn't it fair? Buddhists pay attention to Cause and effect reincarnation, this is reincarnation.”
He Mulan ate his own hu pie in two bites, and drank two bites of hot porridge without any disdain.
"Donor, me, I, we can't eat..."
"Mulan asked you to eat it, you can eat it." Di Yefei also broke the hu cake into three pieces according to the gourd drawing. "You little monk is still so young, how can you drink gruel every day. Don't you want to grow and order vegetables in the front and back of the house?"
"I, we, we..."
He Mulan saw several pieces of Hu cakes piled up in front of the little monk in a short while, Adanzhuo and Tuoba Huang both shared their own, and couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.
All are good people.
The two monks should be very happy when they finally had enough to eat.
Don't be too grateful to her!
After she was full, He Mulan asked that the villagers had done too thoroughly, and there was no way to leave, so she could only choose to turn around and go back.
Although he might miss the dormitory by doing this, he wouldn't be able to reach Xiangxian County, but the egrets said that they could spend the night in any yamen with their tokens, and He Mulan dispelled his doubts.
There are several inferior counties along the way. As long as it is a county seat, there is always a government office.
Tuoba Huang left a few pearls as sesame oil money, and they said goodbye to the two monks at Kuye Temple, and began to turn back and head back towards the road they came from.
After a long time.
Their shadows are gone.
"Master, me, me, me, we, should, should, change, change place?" Withered Bamboo looked at the temple in front of him with some reluctance.
"It's time to change the place." Ku Chan walked barefoot on the ground, his feet were as smooth as jade. "Hey, in the next few years, Buddhism will be destroyed. The world is so big..."
His cloudy eyes rolled up and down.
"Where else is our monk's place?"
***
"Aunt Hua, if you can say 'karma and reincarnation', do you also believe in Buddhism?" Tuoba Huang squeezed close to He Mulan and asked her this question.
"No, I don't believe in Buddhism. In fact, I don't believe in any gods."
"Is that so?"
He Mulan is an atheist. As a forensic doctor, she doesn't believe in any gods, Buddhas and ghosts. Otherwise, she would have been scared to death by herself.
However, ever since she passed through, she has vaguely believed that there is a spirit after death.
Uh, she helped so many "brothers" to cut it, they shouldn't mind, right
"Yes. I don't believe this. Besides, I think a qualified monarch should not believe in any sect." He Mulan thought for a while, and said in a more cautious tone:
"To a certain extent, Taoism, Buddhism, or any other sect, can make people stagnant. Those stubborn teachings that seem to be unbreakable are often the culprits that suppress and destroy our imagination and creativity. Therefore, Thoughts are often shackled, and some issues that can continue to be thought are often stagnant because of this.
She was reminded of the dark ages of Europe.
"As a ruler, you need to listen to all voices. Whether it's good or bad, whether it's good or bad. As a leader, he must have the ability to think independently and choose what suits him best, not what based on."
"Do you want to hear everything?"
"Yes, let's take an example. You are from Xianbei. You learn the classics of Han people's governance of the country, and use the method of Xianbei people to fight, and rule the people of Dawei. Among your people, there are Xianbei people, miscellaneous people. Hu, Han, and Westerners. Each ethnic group has different beliefs. If you accept only one, it is unfair. Because your people are the same, all your people have the right to choose different beliefs …”
"Therefore, respect all teachings, but don't show your likes and dislikes. This is the safest way. Treating them equally and turning them into beliefs that are conducive to governance is the real wisdom. Otherwise, you will suppress Buddhism and Taoism will rise. , if you go to suppress Dao again, when will you be at peace?"
"Aunt Hua also thinks that my father is doing the right thing to suppress Buddha?"
"Ah... I didn't say he was bad." He Mulan looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention to their side, she quickly said her thoughts in a low voice and quickly:
"I don't think so. But he has no choice."
"I just talked about the cycle of karma, right. Now the number of Buddhist disciples is proliferating, and this is the fruit. What is the reason for the fruit? It's because of the years of war, and everyone doesn't want to fight. The men in the family are dying one by one. This makes a lot of people willing to give their all to the temple instead of watching their relatives die. This is the 'cause'."
"You are the prince of the supervising country, and you should have more knowledge than me. Do you admit it?"
Tuoba Huang with a heavy expression nodded.
He Mulan continued to speak with satisfaction.
"So, if you continue to fight like this, the people will live more and more hardships, and this kind of thing can't be resisted. There is no Buddhism, there is Taoism, and there is nowhere to escape, it is time to rebel."
"Your Majesty is now restrained, either because he feels that the world is at peace, and those men who were frightened and panicked should go home; or they want to continue fighting and need more men..."
He Mulan glanced at Tuoba Huang with a half-smile but not a smile.
"His Royal Highness, can you tell me what the current situation is?"
…
Tuoba Huang lowered his head, not daring to look into He Mulan's eyes.
"Does Your Highness know why Mulan joined the army?"
"Isn't it because the father in the family is old and sick, and the younger brother is young?"
"That's it, and it's not just that."
He Mulan smiled extremely tenderly. As soon as she thought of the heroine's idea of being different, her heart felt as if her limbs and bones were warmed up.
"The front line and the rear of the Great Wei are very clearly divided. The people in the south live and work in peace and contentment, while the six northern towns hoard heavy troops and military households, and are responsible for fighting for the Great Wei. Mulan was born in the six northern towns, and since she was a child, she was accustomed to seeing the men in the villages and immediately set off when they received military posts. …”
Her banal-looking face seemed to glow faintly in the winter sun.
Now they don't seem to be walking on a lonely path in the woods, surrounded by a sense of seriousness that is a little too quiet.
"The women of Dawei sent their fathers, husbands and sons away in exchange for peace in the rear. Men fought on the battlefield to protect their wives and children. In our place, what we are most afraid of is not the military stickers sent by the military government. , but the soldiers who came to the village to report mourning in black..."
"'Men are desperate to protect women and children, and now it's my turn to protect a man, why not?', Because of this kind of thinking, Hua Mulan is going to join the army for her father."
Tuoba Huang saw a smile on He Mulan's face.
"Your Highness, the one who can protect people's hearts and lives has never been a Buddha."
"Please remember this."
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"Then he probably ran away in shame."
Adanzhuo took a bite of the egg.
Withered Bamboo (runs away in shock): He actually eats eggs! He actually ate eggs in Buddha! Still want to beat me!