"Lord God! It turns out that this temple is called 'Yongning Temple'! Look at the glyph, it means 'Eternal Peace', right?!... And the name of this market town is 'Nuer Gandusi'? What is 'Nuer'?
Ergan', what is 'Dusi'?…"
"Your Majesty's divinely inspired words are actually the same as the ancient inscriptions left by this large southern tribe! Could it be that this is the most powerful Ming-Han tribal alliance in the south that your Majesty prophesied was also divinely inspired by the kingdom?..."
"And in the eleventh year of Yongle...when exactly did this happen?...The imperial envoy...is he the 'snake female' personal attendant in His Majesty's prophecy, or is he a 'Confucian' priest?"
The sky is filled with deep clouds, reflecting the deep dense forests on the earth. The collapsed Buddhist temple, the broken Buddha statue, the blood-stained Buddha head, and the long-standing stone tablet erected for the Buddhist temple are all watching the visitors from the kingdom in the darkness.
At this moment, Zuvalo thought too much, and felt too much shock and piety! Such a real and true divinity made him fascinated for a long time before he came back to his senses in awe. He pursed his lips and spoke carefully
I read the stone tablet carefully and paid attention to the records in it.
"In the ninth year of Yongle, there were more than a thousand officers and soldiers, and twenty-five giant ships... Did these large southern tribes arrive here by water in big ships? So, their location was in the upper reaches of the river, in the south or
Southwest?...How far is it? They dispatched a thousand warriors and conquered this place?..."
"Two years later, in the eleventh year of Yongle, the temple was built and a monument was built... Well, being able to build the temple means that their rule has been stabilized. But why do they want to leave here again?..."
With this series of questions, Zuvalo took a deep breath and looked at the second stone tablet. That stone tablet seemed to be newer, and the inscription at the beginning also proved that it was a follow-up to the first stone tablet.
"The record of rebuilding Yongning Temple... Only when the sky is high and the four seasons are moving, all things are born; when the earth is thick and strong, the two qi merge and disappear, all things are nurtured; the saint's supreme virtue is that the five constants are bright, and all the surnames return..."
"But the country of Nu'ergan... is more than ten thousand miles away, and there are people who are either straight women or savages, fans of Gilead, and bitter barbarians. It is difficult to reach this place without re-translating his words, without conquering his heart with force, without taking a boat..."
"Huh? The road is more than ten thousand miles away? The distance is ten thousand miles away?... You have to be mighty to win over the tribe? You have to show force to make the tribe surrender?... It is difficult to reach the place without taking a boat? There is indeed waterway communication, and there is only waterway communication?..."
Zuvalo opened his eyes wide, stretched out his fingers, and paused for a moment on these three sentences, thoughtfully. He roughly knew the location and distance of the "big southern tribe", determined the force that the other party once used to intimidate this place, and the people who communicated thousands of miles away.
Shipping. And further down...
"In the middle of Yongle... On the fifth day of his reign, he came to his country, comforted An, and set up a slave to be the governor... In the autumn of the eleventh year... he built a temple and sculpted a Buddha, and called it Yongning Temple..."
"In seven years... he led two thousand officers and troops, and fifty giant boats came again. The people were all the same, but Yongning Temple was destroyed, and the foundation was still there..."
"Seven years? What year is this? Seven years after the eleventh year of Yongle? Well... there are two thousand officers and soldiers, fifty giant boats, and two thousand warriors are dispatched this time, double the number before?... Yongning Temple
Destroyed? The temple symbolizing rule was destroyed?! It seems that the local tribe and the southern tribe are still fighting, and the southern tribe had to send troops from thousands of miles away... Their conquest here has never been stable!
…”
Seeing this, Zuvalo looked thoughtful, and had some general guesses about the departure of the "big southern tribe". And the following description made him, as a priest of the kingdom, a little confused...
"The eunuch also lost his temper and the emperor's intention of being gentle and distant, so he was especially forgiven. The people who came to visit him still feasted with wine and food, and gave them cloth and cloth, and the more they comforted... There is a kind and virtuous king in the heaven, and there is a way to start.
I am free from trouble!…”
"O Lord God! In the face of the enemies who destroyed the temple, you didn't arrest them and sacrifice them, but even spared them and gave them gifts! This is really, this is really... ignoring the majesty of their gods!..."
Zuwaro frowned and had some thoughts in his mind. The big southern tribes built such a spectacular temple, but they didn't seem to be very religious about the gods? If the kingdom's temple was destroyed by the enemy, it would be almost the biggest blood feud.
I must take revenge at all costs...
"The eunuch also lost his temper...Ah! It turns out it was His Majesty who mentioned the 'female snake' personal attendant of the great emperor and chief! Then where are the 'Confucian' priests? What is their attitude towards the destruction of the temple?...
Could it be that the temple built by the 'female snakes' has nothing to do with their beliefs? The two forces believe in different 'gods'? And is there any difference between the final departure of the southern tribes and the respected 'Confucian' priests?
What’s the connection?…”
Zuvarro thought hard and wanted to construct a picture of the empire, but he was still full of doubts about the departure of the "big southern tribe". Unfortunately, there was not much left in the inscription, and many of the records were just one or two sentences.
But this kind of "Spring and Autumn Brushwork", which leaves hints between the lines, is something Zuvalo has never learned, and it is difficult to guess and understand.
"Jianyuan Temple, dare not to restore it... People from far and near have come to bow their heads and say thank you: Our surrender will never be doubted!... From this point of view, our holy dynasty is wise and virtuous, has a noble Taoism, Yao and Shun, and has the best intentions for the world.
, to benefit the poor people, so that there are many people from all directions and four generations, and there is no one who is hungry or cold... It is said that the Holy Lord is generous and generous, not seeking repayment to the people..."
"O Lord God! The big tribes in the south have repeatedly emphasized that 'the surrender of the tribe will never be doubted'... This is just like the alliance has repeatedly emphasized that it has suzerainty over the tribes in Yunzhong... I am afraid that rebellion is uncertain and must be conquered repeatedly!..."
"Here it is also said that 'benefiting the poor' is not repaying the common people... Does this mean that the big tribes in the south cannot collect taxes here at all?... Then they have traveled thousands of miles to come here,
Neither preaching, nor collecting taxes, nor establishing a feudal kingdom... What on earth are you here for?..."
After reading this, the confusion in Zuvalo's heart became deeper and deeper. And the end of the second inscription seemed to be like the "imperial envoy official" who was not sure how old he was when the monument was erected.
It has lost the heroic spirit that it once had when it was young and wanted to be "extremely virtuous" and the brilliance that wanted to be "one body with the sky"! When it is old, it only leaves a helpless and even a little prayer inscription, praying for rewards after death...
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Therefore, if there is a negative virtue, there must be a positive reward; if there is a hidden deed, there must be a famous name, this is what it means. Therefore, it is a literary record, and it will be immortal for all ages..."
"What is yin virtue? What is yang reward? What is concealment and fame?... In the end, this sentence is immortal... But they still left... Alas!..."
Zuvalo sighed faintly. He seemed to taste the helplessness and sigh of the person who built the monument from the last words. It was the sigh of an empire after its glory, just like the sigh after the sun gradually sets in the west and the tide gradually sets.
Helpless...and how long ago was this story? How long has it been since the last inscription?
"In the eighth year of Xuande's reign in the Ming Dynasty, Guichou hit the first day of spring at the end of the year...all the imperial envoys, eunuchs and eunuchs also lost..."
Seeing this last sentence, Zuvalo was shocked and his eyes suddenly opened wide! He finally saw the "Great Ming" predicted by His Majesty, and finally confirmed the identity of this "big southern tribe"!
"O Lord God! It is really the 'Great Ming', exactly the same as the 'Great Ming' predicted by His Majesty!..."
"The eighth year of Xuande? When was that? Xuande...declared 'virtue'? But what is 'virtue'?...This is not as easy to understand as 'Yongle', nor is it as pleasant to hear..."
"I don't know how long the interval between these two stone tablets was from the '11th year of Yongle' to the '8th year of Xuande', and how long ago?... What happened after that?... And the 'Da Ming' in the south
, and how far is it from this place, 'Nuergandusi'?...It can't be, it's really still thousands of miles away, right?!..."
Zuvalo's mind was up and down, and he looked at the southern sky. The vast river came from the upper reaches of the south. The clouds were deep and descended from the northern sky. The brightness and warmth of the sun had been lost in the river and sky. As it passed by
The bleak autumn and bitter winter are about to come~
