Guangzhou City, General's Mansion,
At the beginning of the winter, it was still only slightly cool weather, which made these athletes from the far north seem to be a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and even their spirits were somewhat listless and melancholy;
After all, even the leaves on the tree hadn't fallen for a few pieces of winter, and they had a huge contrast with the bare and deadly ground in their impression. Not to mention the ubiquitous dampness. Some soldiers in the city became sick even if they didn't pay attention to the wind, which made them less active in the streets.
And in front of the messenger who had been acquainted with Wang Pan before just being summoned,
"Three teachings and nine streams?"
The expression on Yang Shigu's face in the military army became a little strange.
"Did he really say that..."
"What's wrong..."
Huang Rui, the secretary of the palm who had always been close to him, couldn't help but asked in surprise.
"As expected, the three religions are Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism..."
Yang Shigu said slightly amused.
"It's enough to say that the three religions have something to do with it. It's even more important to learn to master the nine streams..."
"What did you say again..."
Huang Rui is even more surprised
""Hanshu·Art and Wenzhi" has a saying:"
Yang Shigu continued to explain with a wry smile.
"Confucianism, Taoism, Mohism, Legalism, Famous Experts, Miscellaneous Family, Farmers, Political Strategists, Yin and Yang Family. Collectively referred to as Nine Classes and Ten Schools,"
"What a big tone..."
"And this thing, I also brought it back..."
Such an old-looking messenger suddenly remembered something and said
"It was the purple face who asked me to pass it on..."
Yang Shigu took it over with a cry, and then after his yeah, his expression suddenly became extraordinarily solemn and condensed, as if it was something that was holding in his hand that was as heavy as a mighty thing.
Although it seems to be just a handwritten copy with dazzling handwriting, and the paper and ink used are of poor quality; although this is an excerpt from a deleted and revised version of the "San Zi Jing" plus "Thousand Characters Wen", and it is also based on The level of understanding of most of the rebels has been made more easy-to-understand and popular homophonic magic changes, but it still made this Huang Chao mastermind, who has always been calm, a little shocked on the spot.
Because as far as he knows, in this generation and the world, apart from the various versions of "The Rabbit Garden" full of deviations and fallacies, there is still no such a book that condenses many essential essences and principles of being in the world, special enlightenment. Popularize teaching materials and reading materials.
And many of the characters used in it are obviously different from what he reads and writes in the place, and it is more like a re-creation after simplifying the writing strokes. This is just like the fact that many contemporary great Confucianism and famous scholars have gathered together to form a general.
Such a book of enlightenment missions, even if it is first made for the present emperor as a present-day auspicious, in exchange for a special birth and fame, or an additional six-kun doctor; or it can be enshrined in the Confucian Temple and passed on for all generations. The table is also more than enough; but definitely shouldn't appear among these most of the rebellious soldiers who are born with sordid and crude knowledge.
For a while, he turned out to have mixed feelings with some ups and downs. Is this the beginning and sign of Huang Wang's big event and the world's Toshihiko, with a special mission to defect. You know, if this thing is widely promoted and spread out in the name of the rebel army, among the scholars in the world who have yet to wait and see and retreat three feet, there will be waves and vibrations no less than a mountain whistling a tsunami.
However, in any case, such talents and insights continue to be put in place to continue to fight in a humble body, but it is too wasteful and condescending; I am afraid that it is difficult to retain the hearts and ambitions of the people, and Yang Shigu can't help it. Made up a certain resolution.
"Right, self-evident"
He sternly said to Huang Rui.
"I heard that General Manager Shang just sent a man to the east to go on business..."
"It seems there is such a thing..."
Huang Rui was disapproving.
"Said it was questioning and interrogating something about the other party..."
"Then I have to ask you a favor..."
Yang Shigu couldn't help but sighed in his heart. For the sake of King Huang's grand cause, he had to break it once, and ignored the conventions of other things and his detached position.
At this time, someone came in and reported another news.
"The ambassadors of Guiguan and Rongguan in Lingxi have been sent here..."
"Wang Wang ordered Yang Shen to go to negotiate matters..."
. . . . . . .
Lingnan Road, southeast of Shaozhou, Qujiang County,
This is the last of Kaiyuan’s nine masters, the hometown of Zhang Jiuling, known as "the world's most elegant man", and another place where people gather in the Lingwai.
At the foot of the Shuangfeng Mountain in the southeast of Qujiang County, on the banks of Caoxi, a large area of spires, cornices, copper bells, corner bells, and palace roofs are concealed. The Zen forest architecture and the towering old trees during the green and secluded period are hidden.
"This is a big monastery,"
On the horse on the opposite side of Caoxi, a voice suddenly appeared next to Zhou Huaian, who was squinting; it was Zheng Xu Si of the direct team with a somewhat complicated expression.
"Could it be that there is nothing in the way of the head..."
"What about the monastery,"
Zhou glared at him disapprovingly.
"Since we are determined to overturn this cannibalistic world, how can we be hindered by a shrunken temple."
"But here are all monks..."
"Could it be that when they colluded privately with the big locals to hide and hide the murderers and arsonists,"
"Have you ever had some compassionate hearts and thoughts of accumulating virtue and doing good..."
"Such a school, but it's just some Buddhist scum who deceived the world under the pretense of gods and Buddhas."
"The more you can cut the grass and roots, the more you respect the Buddha."
However, even though he said that, Zhou Huaian was a little puzzled; he cherished the head Wang Pan and confessed his urgent task, and spent two days marching hurriedly, just to come and investigate such a monastery, by the way, to catch the culprits who might be hidden in it. What.
Because, it is said that in the northern territory of Shaozhou, there have been local disturbances and violence led by monks in the monastery; most of the rebels stationed in Shaoguan need to guard against the official army who crossed the Meiling Ancient Road to attack Chenzhou; therefore, they specially settled on it. Zhu Cun, a resident of Changle County, asked the Stormrage Camp, which controlled the Longjiang River Basin in Chaoxun, to cooperate.
As a result, Zhou Huaian led the troops to go northward this time. Because of the high speed of the army and the long-distance training in disguise, he did not let the troops enter the city, but spent the camp in the field, and used a large number of livestock and vehicles to take turns to travel and save energy. Therefore, when he arrived at the place, the rebel strongholds along the way did not even know.
Although the messenger who was sent out to contact Shaoguan had not returned yet, Zhou Huaian didn't want to wait any longer. Because he had seen the confined gate and courtyard wall on the other side of the stone bridge, the bald head and the reflection of the sword, the last bit of hesitation in his heart completely disappeared;
This is the monk soldier of the temple, right? At this moment, the background music of the classic old movie could not help sounded in his mind: "Shaolin... Shaolin, how many heroes are there to admire you...",
It’s just that this time I’m going to stand in a villain-like role and an opposing camp; but he doesn’t have any psychological barriers. After all, the kind of monks and soldiers that can be cultivated in this era are really not good, and they don’t need huge financial resources And resource input;
It was like the early Republic of China, the Shaolin Temple, which was famous for bullying men and women by occupying fields and industries all over the territory, and even organized armed militia groups to directly participate in the warlord melee in Henan, and was burned by another warlord Shi Yousan. The same as the predecessor, even if you find a star to make a lot of movies about washing the ground in the future, it is not necessarily wrong.
He couldn't help but waved his hand and shouted.
"Be prepared and start attacking..."
"Hongquan Temple..."
"It turned out to be Hongquan Temple..."
Suddenly, there were sporadic voices yelling behind the team, and then they were forcibly suppressed again. This monastery seemed to have something to do with it, Zhou Huaian sighed but was not affected by this little episode.
After the sound of the command, the improved version of the projector fitted with the poisonous smoke ball was pushed from the cart and began to adjust the shooting angle; the crossbowmen in three rows and a horizontal line also began to step on the bank of the river. The start was wound one by one with the sound of the command, and slanted against the continuous courtyard walls.
Behind the unfolding brigade, amidst the noise of earth and wood flying over, the garrison and the militia brigade also began to build garrison camps, and the trenches encircled on the two wings and the blockade fortifications such as horse-rejection.
"Last chance... let someone go over and talk..."
Zhou Huaian faced Mi Baodao, the apprentice captain who was also fully dressed.
"The temple is suspected of harboring and sheltering the culprits, and the door will be opened within three minutes to accept the search"
"Otherwise, compare it to the same thief..."
"Take it..."
After Mi Bao led the way, he flew across the stone bridge several times and began to yell loudly over and over again. There was also a little bit of vulgarity in the temple, suddenly a bald figure appeared from the door, yelling something loudly.
Someone came back after a while.
"This is. Misunderstanding? Treat us as gangsters..."
Zhou Huaian shook his head to the left and right.
"Is this kind of reason used to deceive ghosts? I can't recognize such a big flag and logo..."
"Willing to give out one thousand stones of grain, three hundred pieces of silk cloth, and one million dollars,"
"As a toil for a trip for nothing..."
Zhou Huaian laughed again.
"These bald heads are really fat and oily..."
"Zi Fei, who just walked around here, gave it out..."
"That said, the more I don't want to let it go..."
Then, he changed his expression and said with a serious expression.
"In reply to my words, either open the door and accept the search, or just burn the jade and the stone and wait for death..."
"However, give them another chance..."
Then he added.
"Before the start of the attack, people who think they are innocent and irrelevant can just allow them to come out first..."
After shouting again several times, the noise behind the high wall of the monastery became louder, and then the door suddenly opened and some figures ran out of it; however, they did not seem to be able to run far, and they were quickly caught up behind them. The people twisted and threw themselves down. Amidst the faintly screaming and crying, they fought each other and dragged them back one by one.
In the end, there was only one person running at the forefront. The rebels were able to run up to the stone bridge because of the gathered shouts, and then suddenly shot an arrow in the back, and suddenly staggered and fell into the river.
"That's interesting..."
Zhou Huaian couldn't help but laughed, then waved his horse whip and ordered.
"Hurry up and get people up... see if there is any rescue" (end of this chapter)