Before Zhengdan, the Qinzhou attack came to an end. The pseudo-Han was finally defeated and surrendered to the city. The Xiongnu nobles, headed by Liu Yi, were all escorted to Beijing, where they were sent to serve as prisoners.
Different from the commanders of Duan Bu Xianbei, the Xiongnu was called the emperor, and there were two state lords before and after, and the state lasted for more than ten years. Now that I surrender, I can't kill everything.
The emperor decreed that Liu Yi was demoted to a commoner, and Luoyang was banned. Killed the six surnames of the Xiongnu and rebelled against the Party, removed the clan, and moved the various ministries into households.
This set was used by Emperor Zhao Xuan and Liang Xi in Bingzhou. It was just that the five tribes of the Xiongnu were still powerful in those days, but now, more than ten years of battles have exhausted the elite of the tribe, and the Wuhuan and Qiangdi have suffered countless casualties. The only nobles left in the account were executed, the royal family was abolished, and the lower-class slaves who grazing and farming were scattered, changed to Han surnames, and incorporated into the households. This is genocide. Even Liu Xiu, the former Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, and Cao Cao, the Emperor Wu of Wei never did it. The Southern Xiongnu was attached to it for three hundred years, and in the end it disappeared.
"Who would have thought that the Huns would be destroyed one day. Your Majesty is truly admirable for his majesty and talent." Sitting on Yiyan's hand, Wang Long sighed softly.
Back then, when the Northern Huns were powerful, Emperor Guangwu of the Great Han had to unite with the Southern Huns to defend against the enemy. Even Wei Wu, Cao Cao, can only divide into five divisions and destroy the king's tent. And now the Son of Heaven has no meaning of the name "Hun" at all. After a hundred years, I am afraid that there will only be Da Zhao, and there will be no Hu Hu.
The Jie people were only part of the Huns in those days, but now the huge Huns are gone. Wang Long's sigh did not necessarily mean harming himself or herself.
Yiyan's eyebrows didn't move: "When the Huns are here, I can't wait to lead the horses to plough the fields. If there is no His Majesty, where would we be today?"
He and Wang Long both came from poor backgrounds, and they could even drive small and medium-sized coaches. Not to mention the Huns. What about tribal migration? What about intermarriage reform? As long as you can live and work in peace and contentment, isn't it much better than being a cow and a horse back then
Wang Long slapped his thigh: "That's the reason! Your Majesty is my benefactor, it's no exaggeration!"
As he said that, his eyes twitched around Yi Yan's body and coughed dryly: "Speaking of which, a few Longchung Guards were sent to the army the day before yesterday. It is said that one of them, a boy named Xu, got His Majesty's blue eyes. General , how do you think this person is going to clean up?"
The Hussar General has an ambiguous relationship with the Son of Heaven. Which high-ranking military leader does not know? Others will laugh at Yiyan Jinxing, who is a courtier. Wang Long was an old man from Liang's Mansion, and he knew that his general had an unusual relationship with His Majesty. It's good now, the general has only been out for a month, and there are things that are beyond their control and want to climb the dragon bed! If possible, Wang Long would like to rush up personally and blow up the heads of these people!
How dare Wang Long neglect this kind of thing about the emperor's pet. I came to Yiyan's mansion today to know about this. After all, the Shenwei Army is its own territory, and it is not easy to clean up a few who don't have long eyes
However, Yi Yan didn't care, and said lightly, "Since it was sent by Long Xiangwei, you can arrange it according to the rules."
Wang Long was a little anxious: "General, that kid with the surname Xu looks good!"
His general is over thirty years old, what if His Majesty wants to try it someday? That is God! What kind of person do you want? !
Yi Yan swept his blue eyes and asked, "If Your Majesty values appearance, would you choose me?"
This made Wang Long choked. In terms of appearance, the general really has no advantage. There are so many people in the DPRK that are handsome and eloquent, but your Majesty did not choose anyone, only his generals
After babbling for a long time, Wang Long murmured, "The general is very good at martial arts..."
Yi Yan chuckled lightly and drank a glass of wine: "Your Majesty has already sent people to the Shenwei Army, so what are you afraid of? You can do whatever you want, don't worry about it."
Wang Long had only seen this one. In the early years in the palace, he had seen all kinds of tricks. But it's too early to worry about gains and losses. Yi Yan is not afraid of these jumping clowns now. The Lord's love for him is indistinguishable from anyone. Compared with these, he hopes to calm the Quartet as soon as possible, so that the burden on the shoulders of the lord will be lighter.
Seeing Yiyan's casual smile, Wang Long gritted his teeth: "What about the child? The general doesn't plan to adopt one? Xiguan has been inquiring for a long time in the army, and there are quite a few children who have lost their parents and are lonely and intelligent. I can also inherit the family business…”
Before he could finish his words, Yi Yan waved his hand: "No need."
"Then what about the incense? If the general is a hundred years old, he can't even have a person who offers incense, right?" Wang Long also believed in Buddhism, so he still values incense. General Yi is now an extremely respectable official, and he is well-loved, but if His Majesty dies one day, how will the general handle himself? If you don't want to marry, that's all. If you adopt one, the emperor will not refuse, right
"My spiritual position has its own place." Yi Yan's expression was gloomy, indescribably complicated.
No one else knew, but he knew. His spiritual position will be worthy of the Taimiao Temple in the future. Maybe he could be buried in the same cave with the lord.
However, those who were eagerly looking forward to them in the past are now wishing they could come later. If the lord's lifespan can be extended, what's the harm in his few years of life
Looking at the expression on the other side, Wang Long was also a little speechless. Finally, he sighed: "It's better to donate a grotto in Longmen and accumulate some merit."
Stop saying these dejected words, Wang Long raised his glass and persuaded him to drink again.
The next day, Wang Long did not take it lightly, and sent someone to the temple to talk about the construction of the grottoes. Now in the south of Luoyang City, by the Yishui River, a huge grotto is being built. The former Yique was one of the gates guarding Luoyang, where many fierce battles were fought. Today, the emperor has changed Yique to "Dragon Gate", and in accordance with the practice of Jinyang, allows noble families to build grottoes here.
The grottoes were dug on the mountain walls, originally only for monks to practice. But now, accumulating merit, offering to Buddha, and even eliminating karma, there are various purposes. As a result, next to the station where the officers and soldiers of Yique were stationed, there was more clanging sound of excavation, which also supported an unknown number of craftsmen and monks.
Along the Yishui, two monks walked slowly. Looking from a distance, the green hills are stacked, the caves are dense, and the majestic and majestic gates are reflected, which is even more solemn.
"Brother. Thirty-six caves have been built in this year's temple, which is only two more than that of Longxiang Temple. I'm afraid that next year, I won't be able to keep the top of these temples." A monk frowned and sighed softly.
Another monk shook his head: "Nianhui, you are wrong. The most important thing now is the 'Ten Precepts'."
Hearing this, Nianhui's brows furrowed even tighter: "'Ten Precepts' is easy to say, but not everyone can do it. If it is found out..."
"Then remove the courtyard wall!" The monk replied decisively.
Just a few days ago, the imperial court promulgated the "Five Precepts" of Buddhism. Don't kill, don't steal, don't commit adultery, don't lie, don't drink alcohol. Become the precept of monks all over the world. You can't eat meat, you can't marry wives, and it's not easy to get alms, so some novices are forced to secretly return to the secular world. But the remaining monks recognized it and added more disciplines according to their respective sects. Some people respect the "seven precepts", some people come up with "two hundred monk precepts", and there are all kinds of tricks to show devotion.
As the host of Baoguang Temple, he didn't make too many tricks in reciting the law, but set "ten precepts" to further restrain his speech and cut off his desires. Concentrate on the study of Buddhism. As a direct disciple of Jinyang Huai'en Temple, I read the Fa and clearly understand the preferences of today's sages. The hype around his mouth and his actions without any taboos will only make him annoyed. It is better to be simple and pragmatic, and to be faithful and self-disciplined. The "Ten Precepts" may seem simple, but if you really want to do it, you must have Buddhist principles in your heart. If you can get the emperor's approval, why worry about the incense in Baoguang Temple
Nianhui nodded after hearing what his brother said, "The strict precepts will definitely be appreciated by the emperor, and maybe even enter the White Horse Temple to practice..."
Baima Temple is the largest temple in Luoyang, and it is also the place where the scriptures of the world are translated. Even the disciples of Huai'en Temple can't directly manage this big temple. But in the same way, after Zhu Fahu passed away, not many of his disciples were able to enter the White Horse Temple. On the contrary, Zhu Fada, who once made contributions in Jinyang, took over the Longxiang Temple and became their rival.
They were also born in Huai'en Temple, and the two families have their own intentions to compete. Only Zhu Fada was a Hu monk, and many Hu people went to Longxiang Temple to pay homage, which made the incense flourish.
This convenience, Baoguang Temple is not accounted for. But when it comes to Buddhism, few Luoyang can be stronger than them. Coupled with the "ten precepts", I am afraid it will be even better.
If it was placed ten years ago, just mentioning the White Horse Temple would have made the Dharma recitation excited. But now, his expression has not changed, and he is still dignified: "It's just that the 'ten precepts' are not enough. This year, we will send a few more people to study medical skills and expand the Sian Chay Hall. The thirty-four temples in Luoyang, only the word 'compassion' can convert the people. ."
Nianhui said the Buddha's name: "Brother said yes. It's me who took the picture."
Are you photographed? In fact, I know the Fa clearly in my mind. Everyone believes that the Son of Heaven worships Buddha, and he is the reincarnation of Medicine Buddha. However, I have been fascinated by Master for so many years, but I know the emperor's control over Buddhism. The ultimatum was issued, the "five precepts" were established, the original dilapidated monastery was abolished, and the monks were allowed to rescue the people. These strips, one by one, are chains of shackles. Now the monks still want to occupy a lot of land, with delicate brocades and beautiful concubines like clouds, I am afraid it is not so easy.
Is this a worry that someone will rely on the Buddha's name to seize the throne again? Or do you not want the common people to become renunciations in order to escape labor? Reading the law can't guess the emperor's mind, but knowing that it is not enough to rely on the appreciation of the dignitaries to gain a foothold in Luoyang. What the Son of Heaven values is fundamental. Then do whatever you want, and that's the shortcut. It's just that everyone takes this shortcut, what will the Shi family look like
But ever-changing, it’s always better to be a Taoist, right
Hiding that little thought, reciting the magic weapon and looking solemn, continued to walk towards the distant grotto.
It is true that the emperor worships Buddha, but in the years since the founding of the country, there are not many Buddhist temples in Luoyang City, but some Taoist temples have been added. Naturally, there are not many people who can compare with the scale of the concept of good fortune, but there are many Taoists who practice. It's just that there are fewer Taoist priests drawing talismans, but more alchemy and refining tools.
Of course, this pill is not a golden pill.
In his early years, the emperor nearly died after taking the powder, and he was very disgusted with medicinal herbs. Even a vassal official like Ge Hong, a master of Dan Dao, would be scolded by the emperor for offering a 9th-turn golden elixir.
But even so, Dan Dao is still not bad.
The sky was dark and the clouds were low, and the coldness increased. The old Taoist in a view suddenly stood up: "Is it going to rain? Hurry up and get your things ready!"
Where does the rain come from in winter? Afraid of the omen of winter snow, right? Daotong was sulking in his stomach, hurriedly took a pen and paper and a wooden sword, and followed his master to the side courtyard. I saw an iron pillar standing in the middle of the yard, tall and long, with four cables on the ground, and the shape is quite strange. The old man straightened his clothes and sat down in the corridor, staring at Tie Zhu.
That's a lightning rod!
Since the Son of Heaven entered Luoyang Palace, many such pillars have been erected around the hall. The Taiji Hall is also equipped with a dragon head with an iron tongue. As a result, seven or eight years later, even if the rainstorm poured down and the lightning flashed, no one of the palaces had ever been struck by lightning and caught fire.
Everyone said that this is the way to suppress thunder. The old man felt that this method seemed to have the effect of attracting thunder. Therefore, he found a piece of meteorite iron and buried it under the iron pillar for quenching. Every time it rains heavily, you will come to cast spells, hoping to get a handed down sword.
Unfortunately, the pillars were erected too late, and so far there has only been one heavy rain. The thunder is attracted, only the flash of lightning is useless at all. However, this also made Lao Dao excited and hurried every time it rained. The same is true today.
The boy also reined in his energy and looked up at the sky. After a while, I saw a bright silver flash in the night sky, and then, thunder roared, dark clouds rolled... Snow began to fall.
The master and the apprentice stared at the fluttering snowflakes in stunned eyes. Where is the slightest sound of thunder? The old man hummed his sleeves and turned back to the house. The Daotong did not move, but stared at the sky for a while.
Why always see electricity first and thunder later? Could it be that electricity runs faster than thunder? What is electricity? Is it the same spark that appeared when I wiped Master's precious glass cup with silk a few days ago
While thinking about it in his mind, a scolding came from the room. The Daotong hurried back to the house and helped the master set up the pill stove. Their Chong Lei method is good, but basic skills such as refining sulfur essence and caustic soda are still indispensable. It's just that the child always feels that these homework are a little different from what he thought...
In this huge city of Luoyang, Buddhism and Taoism are different, but they are still prosperous.
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