At the same time, Nurhachi, who Zhu Yijun was talking about intently, encountered a minor trouble - he was intercepted.
The Xilamulun River, also known as Huangshui in the Ming Dynasty, is one of the great rivers outside the Great Wall. It starts from the entrance of Chifeng and winds to the pasture of the Horqin tribe (today's Tongliao), where the Khitan ancestral court is located. It is known as the mother river of the grassland.
one.
Nurhaci never expected that when the caravan he was in returned from the last journey, he would be stopped by the Han people on the banks of the Mother River!
Han people! Their hands are stretched so long!?
The Xilamulun River flows quietly, and the wide grassland makes people feel relaxed and happy. When you look up at the cloudless and clear sky, it is a good sight - if you can put aside the restlessness and neighing around the caravan.
Hundreds of war horses.
Nurhaci tiptoed quietly and looked forward.
The leader of the caravan was negotiating something with the leader of the Han people, but unfortunately they were too far apart to see clearly.
The strong warriors on both sides were at war with each other.
Kanggulu crawled back from the crowd in embarrassment, pressing Nurhaci's shoulder with one hand and supporting his knees with the other, bending down and gasping for air.
His voice was broken, and he shook his head: "Immortal God, it scares grandpa, but luckily he is not the robber we just guessed."
Nurhaci looked concerned and asked quickly: "Aren't you here to plunder? What's going on with these Han people?"
Kanggulu is fair and fat, with a not-so-obvious beard, and his speech is a little weak: "It's not robbery, it's to preach to us."
After that, he added: "The leader said, let's not panic or fight with these Han people."
Nurhaci was startled and asked in confusion: "Preaching?"
Kanggulu regained his composure and finally straightened up.
He nodded and repeated the news he had just heard: "It's the White Lotus Sect. It believes in a female Buddha called the 'Vacuum Hometown Wusheng Old Mother'."
"If you have to spread the teachings, you won't be allowed to leave if you don't listen."
Nurhaci became more and more confused: "Are they from the Ming Dynasty?"
He only knew that the Ming Dynasty believed in Amitabha, Guanyin, and Mahasthamaprapta, but he had never heard of the White Lotus Sect.
Kanggulu shook his head, with a serious look on his face: "No, it's the Han people from Bansheng."
When Nurhachi heard this, he couldn't help but frown.
Bansheng is actually a Han tribe built by the abandoned people of the Ming Dynasty.
Over the past hundred years, the Ming Dynasty had been a strong force on the outside but on the inside. Every day there were soldiers and civilians fleeing the country, some criminals, some civilians avoiding taxes, and even large-scale defections from the army.
These Han people united with the Mongolians and Jurchens who were at the same bottom, reclaimed wasteland, built villages, and herded cattle and horses. They were also a considerable force outside the Great Wall.
Three years ago, in order to defect to the Ming Dynasty, the right-wing Khan of Mongolia lured and killed a group of Bansheng Han people. As a bargaining chip in negotiations, Bansheng's power was greatly weakened.
but……
Nurhaci looked at the strong cavalry surrounding the caravan and exclaimed: "Even the abandoned people are so well armed, there are hundreds of cavalry!"
He visually estimated that there were at least 300 horsemen, and it would be difficult for his own tribe to assemble thirteen pairs of armors!
If he could have so many riders under his command...he would be willing to do anything.
Kanggulu also nodded: "I heard that this is just a branch. The Han people's heritage is really deeper than that of the East China Sea. Even if it leaks through the fingers, it will be underestimated."
As the two of them talked, the negotiation at the front of the team also ended.
Nurhachi clearly saw that the Han leader recalled the roving cavalry behind him and retreated far away.
Then he ordered twenty more priest-like figures wearing Taoist robes and walked into the caravan.
These twenty priests each held scriptures, treasures, rituals, bottles and jars and other unknown things in their hands, and their expressions were so pious that Nurhachi seemed to have seen the flash of Buddha's light.
On the caravan side, there were also people walking through the front and back to appease everyone.
On the one hand, he said that it was just a missionary exchange and that everyone should not panic, but on the other hand, he blatantly said that if he saw any unusual movements, he should subdue them immediately.
Nurhaci grabbed Kanggulu, found an inconspicuous place, and sat down cross-legged.
The two of them sat quietly, with their hands on their calves so they could easily take out daggers at any time, and watched the group of Han people warily.
A Han priest walked to the center of the crowd not far from the two of them and began to spread the teachings alternately in Mongolian and Jurchen.
"Our White Lotus Sect was established in the third year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, which is the eleventh year of Tianhui."
"At that time, the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties and the Jin Dynasty were coexisting, and Amitabha Buddha and Tengri, the Immortal Sky, were in the same sky on both days. Their supernatural powers interacted with each other, so the Wusheng Laomu was born, which inspired Mao Ziyuan, the leader of the White Lotus Sect."
"This Holy Spirit also symbolizes the peace between the Central Plains and the grassland."
"Therefore, Bansheng, where Mongols and Han people now live together, is the promised holy land of the White Lotus Sect, and it is also the place of protection for the old mother who has no life."
"So, the current guardians of the White Lotus Sect...well, the high priests, some are Han, some are Mongolian, and some are Jurchens."
"..."
Nurhachi and Kanggulu sat cross-legged and listened, looking at each other in disbelief.
Kang Gulu confirmed uncertainly: "The Jin Dynasty...is our tribe, right?"
Nurhaci nodded.
Kanggulu looked puzzled: "When did Tengger give birth to an old mother without a life? According to his statement, could Amitabha be born from a mother?"
Tengger is the name of the Changshengtian, which is respected by all the grasslands.
Nurhaci shrugged and said, "I haven't heard of it, and I don't know either."
Fortunately, they are not the only ones who have doubts.
Someone immediately asked: "Are you talking nonsense? The Immortal Heaven is male, and so is the Buddha. How could he have a daughter?"
The angle is simple and the language is direct.
The priest smiled and shook his head: "Listen to me and slowly explain the teachings."
"There are two sects in the world, one light and one dark. When heaven and earth did not exist, there were two. They are fighting endlessly in the past, present and future."
"Whenever darkness gains the upper hand, there will be great catastrophes in the world. Heaven and earth will be destroyed, gods and Buddhas will be robbed, and all living beings will perish. Only when light gains the upper hand can heaven and earth be reborn."
"In the last era, it was the blessing of the Eternal Life Heaven and Amitabha Buddha that saved the heaven and earth from destruction."
"But the two Holy Spirits also exhausted their magical power and fell into a deep sleep. Before falling asleep, the Two Holy Spirits borrowed the power of reopening the world to give birth to the Wusheng Old Mother."
"Place your hope in the Inanimate Mother to protect the world of this era."
The man who asked the question just now couldn't help but believe it when he saw the Han priest talking eloquently.
The Meng people and Jurchens around him were each lost in thought.
Just listen to the priest continue talking.
"The duty of the Inanimate Mother is to save her children from the mortal world and return to the heaven to avoid disaster. This heaven is called the vacuum home."
"We, the followers, exist to extradite the world."
"Do you feel that life is painful and you often don't get what you ask for? Do you often feel that living in the world is meaningless? Do you feel that the scene you have experienced seems familiar at a certain moment?"
Nurhachi curled his lips helplessly.
He was not sure just now, but now he finally understood. This was similar to those swindlers in the tribe.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw Kanggulu next to him raising his hand.
Nurhaci turned around in shock and saw the priest nodding gently. Kanggulu stood up impatiently and asked: "Master Priest, you just said that sometimes you will experience a scene that seems familiar. I have encountered it many times.
What the hell is going on?"
Nurhaci tugged at Kanggulu's trousers, but the latter remained unmoved.
When the Han priest heard this, he smiled enigmatically and said nothing.
Just when everyone is confused.
The Han priest suddenly made a move.
I saw him making a random move, and his hand was instantly ignited with blazing fire, reflecting everyone's shocked expressions.
The priest had a flame burning in his hand and said with compassion: "These omens are all inspired by the Inanimate Mother."
"This is a symbol of the end of the world! It's also a reminder from my mother!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the flame was extinguished instantly, and a picture scroll appeared in the hands of the priest.
He gently unfolded it: "Little friend... If the warrior can ask this question, he has obviously been inspired by my mother and is also a destined person. If you read this "White Lotus Morning Confession Ritual" carefully, you will have some insights.
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The simple grassland people had never seen this trick before. Many people knelt down and shouted for the magic to appear.
Kanggulu even knelt down in front of the visualization picture, kowtowed and knelt down: "Here is the inanimate old mother. Master priest, when I offer sacrifices to the Immortal Heaven in the future, I will definitely worship my old mother together."
Many people around him followed suit and came forward to kneel down.
The priest was very satisfied when he heard this.
But he still shook his head meaningfully: "I just said that Bansheng is my mother's promised land, the place of ascension."
"Only by returning to Bansheng with me to pay respects to my mother can you ascend to your hometown in the vacuum."
"Other places to worship my mother are useless."
When Kang Gulu heard this, a tangled expression appeared on his face.
After a while, he showed a disappointed look and said, "Forget it then."
After saying that, he winked at Nurhachi, obviously he was just having fun.
But he is pretending, and of course there are people who are sincere.
Someone quickly asked how to join the White Lotus Sect and how to enter Bansheng.
The Han priest heard this and looked around.
After a long while, he stood up high and said loudly: "Those who have joined my religion are all brothers and sisters. We feed them and undress them."
"We ride the best horses together and live in warm houses together."
"No longer cold, no longer hungry, no longer subject to others' orders, no longer sinking into a sea of ​​misery, asking for things but not getting them."
He paused and raised his voice to the loudest: "Those who join our sect will be rewarded with six stones of grain per year, and will be equally divided between cattle and sheep. Those who join the Cavalry Guard Religion will be rewarded with four taels of silver!"
"We will treat everyone equally regardless of whether they are Mongolian, Han or Jurchen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three or five people immediately gathered in front of the Han priest, asking for details.
Kanggulu was pushed aside, but he was not angry. He got up, turned and ran to Nurhachi, and said excitedly: "Kabuto! The Promised Land! Are we going or not?"
With that said, he dragged Nurhaci to get closer.
Nurhaci quickly grabbed Kanggulu's hand and said, "Ahhun, stop playing, someone is watching!"
Kanggulu was a little disappointed: "Okay, okay."
He turned around and looked in the direction of the priest, smacking his lips: "Actually, Bansheng is not far away. If we go and take a look, we still have time to go home."
"It feels like it sounds like that."
Nurhaci shook his head speechlessly: "If you are not desperate, who would stay in the tribe and run away to live among other people?"
After all, Kanggulu is the son of Wan Khan. Although he is a wild species, he will always be able to share some of the family property when he grows up. He will be fine until his father dies.
Nurhaci is in the same situation.
Don't look at it, he and his younger brother Shuerhaqi spend all day collecting mushrooms and fungus to satisfy their hunger.
But this is because he is still underage.
When he can fully draw his bow and ride a horse, his father's property will not all be taken over by his stepmother.
Kanggulu heard this and joked: "Maybe one day you will be cornered."
Nurhachi rolled his eyes at Kanggulu and secretly spat in his heart.
He wanted to be Temujin, so how could he be desperate?
While the two were talking, five or six people had already stood behind the Han priest, preparing to follow him to the "Promised Land".
The latter still looked very satisfied, and left a message saying that if there were Han slaves, they could redeem them at the market price and send them to Bansheng.
Then he led the people away.
The leader of the caravan was a little dissatisfied, but he was afraid of the eyeing mounted guards outside, so he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
…
Lu Nanchuan counted the believers who had "converted" this time.
There were about seventy people.
He nodded with satisfaction and thanked the leader of the caravan. Without waiting for a response, he turned his horse around and ordered to the left and right: "Let's go. Bring the converted believers on horseback. Let's go back to Bansheng first."
After saying that, he gently shook the reins.
He immediately took the people with him, and Lu Nanchuan walked in front, slowing down.
Maybe they were bored, so they came up to chat: "Master, six buckets of grain a year is too much. Should we..."
Before he finished speaking, a whip was suddenly thrown on his back, making the person who spoke groan and almost stumble off his horse.
Lu Nanchuan looked ugly, staring at the people around him from left to right, causing several people to lower their heads and not dare to look directly.
He said coldly: "We were all driven out of the Great Wall by the imperial court's corruption and abuse of the people. Why don't we learn something better?"
Everyone was silent.
After Lu Nanchuan said this, he calmed down and gave everyone a step down: "Besides, I didn't come from this valley, and I don't even want to be the master. Do I have to starve all the time just for the sake of a full meal?"
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Since Bansheng's development, it has absorbed as many refugees from all ethnic groups as there have been as many as 100,000 people.
There is actually no problem in being self-sufficient.
However, if you want to live a dignified life and even raise mounted guards, it is a bit impossible.
The man who was whipped just now apologized with a smile: "What the Master said is that I am short-sighted."
There were steps, so people took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey.
Another person said: "What the Master said makes sense. In the past six months, Xuanda has been much more generous than before. It seems that horses and armor are free of charge. We can't
Because of a small loss, I offended the other side."
Hearing this, Lv Nanchuan sighed inexplicably: "This is the way the world is. We move around for half a tael of silver, but to some people, it is just a number on a book."
He shook his head, ended the topic, and asked about business: "How many people have you recruited this time?"
The people on the left and right hurriedly reported: "Religious Master, when we came out this time, there were a total of 200 people joining the religion, and there were more than 100 purchased slaves."
Lu Nanchuan clicked his tongue: "It's so difficult. How could my grandfather raise his arms and gather tens of thousands of people in Shanxi?"
Everyone was speechless.
I'm embarrassed to say that it might be the imperial court bragging on your grandfather's behalf.
If someone sees something good, he quickly takes advantage of the opportunity and says, "Jiao Zun, this is different."
"The imperial court was corrupt and degenerate, causing the people to live in dire straits. When Lu Gong came out in the first place, he wanted to use his empty hometown to extradite people, so the people naturally lined the streets to welcome him."
"Ten thousand people? That's Shanxi's limit, not Lu Gong's limit. If it were in Jiangnan, it would probably be one hundred thousand or more than one million!"
"It's different outside the Great Wall."
"The people live and work in peace and contentment, and everything is prosperous."
"Having not experienced enough suffering, it is natural that I have little interest in my empty hometown."
Everyone took one look at this protector and couldn't help but admire in their hearts, such a cow can also boast. It's no wonder that every time he is extradited, the believers have gained a lot.
At this angle, even if the knife is held on my neck, I can't imagine it.
Lu Nanchuan was still awake and just smiled happily when he heard this.
The Lord Lu mentioned by the protector, that is, his grandfather, refers to Lu Mingzhen, the leader of Shanxi White Lotus Sect.
Throughout his life, he was keen on studying religious classics, saving lives and healing the wounded, and occasionally rebelled in his spare time.
But he was not very lucky. He failed to pay attention to the timing of his entry during a rebellion, and was caught and executed by the court.
Fortunately, the White Lotus Sect is full of stars.
Although Lu Mingzhen was beheaded, his disciple Zhao Quan and his son Lu Xichuan ran away and took refuge with Ada Khan nearby.
If traitors join forces with foreigners, that would be a big deal, and they will cause big trouble.
Zhao Quan and Lu Xichuan worked hard to govern, recruited desperadoes, persuaded the border troops to surrender, and converted the people. They actually created a tribe and directly asked Anda Khan to grant Zhao Quan the status of chief.
But the title of chief is definitely not in line with the aesthetics of the Han people.
Therefore, Zhao Quan imitated the regulations of the imperial palace in Bansheng and built "Toad Palace" and "Feng Pavilion". He called himself Grand Sima Grand General and established the government. Lu Xichuan built "Daoting" and was known as Daozu.
Not only that, the two of them are also very good at being people.
If you promote yourself, won't your boss be embarrassed? So, the two of them made suggestions and persuaded Anda Khan to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.
The whole process of building the city and palace and holding the enthronement ceremony was all arranged by Anda Khan - although after the court heard about it, it left an escape route for itself and Anda Khan, and claimed that the strong wind had blown down the beams of the palace, crushing several people to death.
Personally, I was so scared that I didn’t dare to live in it.
That’s not all.
After the establishment of the White Lotus Sect, while they were keen on having fun, they did not let go of their pace of getting things done.
In September of the first year of Longqing, "the disaster of Fenshi was actually the result of the original plan" - the disaster of Fenshi, that is, the Shizhou Change, the Fenzhou Change, and the two wars were all planned by Zhao Quan and Lu Xichuan
ah.
In these two battles, Fenzhou and Shizhou were brutally massacred - "It is unwinnable for a woman who has kept her integrity to fall into water and fire", "tens of thousands of men and women died", "the city fell, and those who threw themselves into wells were full of temples and wells"
, corpses littering the fields.”
Tens of thousands of men and women were killed, and no grain or livestock was counted. All that was passed away was completely wiped out, and the dead were borrowed from each other.
This caused a huge feud with Ming Ting.
As a result, they offered a reward of silver, promised an official position, and demanded the lives of two people.
Fortunately, if you come out to hang out, you will always have to pay it back.
Han Naji surrendered to the Ming Dynasty in anger because his daughter-in-law was raped by his grandfather Anda Khan. When everyone was negotiating, they also made a declaration of surrender for this group of White Lotus Sect - "And therefore Han Naji surrendered to the Ming Dynasty.
For good reason, I lured Quanzhi and others to Yunshi Castle to wait for orders."
After the people were introduced in place, naturally everything came together.
The Shanxi White Lotus Sect, including its leader Lu Mingzhen, his disciple Zhao Quan, and his son Lu Xichuan, all died in this incident.
However, scholar-bureaucrats have scholar-official etiquette, and folk associations also have the habits of folk associations. This cannot be completely solved by killing the leader.
There are various reasons for association, often dating back hundreds of years.
Take Lu Nanchuan’s life experience as an example.
[In the first year of Yanyu of the Yuan Dynasty, Weishan dried up, there were severe famines, people changed their sons and came to the city, diseases and hunger spread all over the place, women hid in the mountains and forests, men became sworn brothers, led the crowd to attack the county town in search of food, Ke Cangshan, Pizhou, Liaocheng
, Di County, approaching Jinan.
The governor of Shandong was stationed in Jinan, opened warehouses and put out grain to appease the rebels, distributed money, and helped Huan'er's family redeem their children, so the rebels dispersed.
The key leaders and others surrendered and were taken to Dadu, where hundreds of people were beheaded.
If there is no latter, adoptive heirs will be passed on, and if there are no parents, they will worship and support the elders together.
Returning to the hometown to help each other, we share the same family lineage.]
The surviving members continued the uprising by claiming widows and orphans, migrating to fight, secretly electing new religious leaders, or integrating into other civil organizations.
Its centripetal force is not low at all.
Therefore, the death of Zhao Quan and Lu Xichuan does not mean the end of the matter.
As soon as Lu Nanchuan came forward, widows, orphans, and young men all gathered under the command of this religious leader, and he was asked to recruit thousands of people in an instant.
It's just that after learning a lesson, I won't continue to stay in Anda Khan's eyes.
Now, they have received new help, dealing with Xuanda, Andahan, and Duoyan Sanwei, doing business, recruiting, and transportation, and they are developing rapidly.
Eight hundred horses and one thousand steps had already gathered, and there was a clear tendency to return to the family business.
Lu Nanchuan looked back at the caravan just now, and said with some regret: "The Jurchens are now in a state of disarray, which is the most suitable source of troops. It's a pity that my disciple is too small to eat them in one bite."
Immediately, a protector advised: "Teacher, the previous teacher has learned from his mistakes, we must proceed steadily."
Lu Nanchuan gathered his emotions and nodded: "You are right, play it safe! I will go to Puzhou myself when I get back and see if I can ask for some firearms from that person."
Both sides claimed: "Firearms are good! Firearms are good!"
Chapter completed!