One Thousand Five Hundred and One Amitabha, please let me go and give me another thousand kilograms of gold!
"God has arrived! He is at the top of the red kingdom, looking at us in Ainumoshili and all the Jiao tribes with the same ancestors with red eyes!..."
"Praise the Lord God! I will offer you the hottest piety and the most blood-red life!..."
"Chiefs of the Hoyu and Ishikari tribes! Please hold their bodies for me! This sacrifice is not only for the main god, but also for the suffering you have suffered for thousands of years, and for the unification of the Ainu tribes.
the future…”
"Okay! God bless you! Let's strike!..."
Light clouds blocked the sun in the sky, but the sun could still be seen in everyone's eyes. A golden figure waved a red stone dagger on the altar in the sunshine. The Ainu heads around him trembled and screamed again.
Excited and frightened, and inspired by some new will, tears flowed randomly. At the entrance of the shrine, the hands and feet of the three noble masters were limp, and they were so frightened that they cried bitterly. More than twenty monks and soldiers, with faces ashen as death, left.
Welcome the reincarnation that does not want to surrender...
"!!…No!!"
"Wow!..."
Ryuzoji Iehiro made a "swish" sound and pulled down the curtain of the animal skin tent to block the blood stains outside. The cheers of the warriors from all tribes suddenly broke out, just like the call of Izanami, the Lord of the Underworld, but it was
There was no way the tent could isolate them. Then, amidst the fanatical and terrifying shouts outside, Ryuzoji Iehiro smiled lightly and looked at the two sitting monks inside the tent.
"Mizhu Monk! Your exclamation just now really shocked me! Your Buddhist practice really needs to be improved a lot, and you need to learn from Master Juehui! Look, Master Juehui is not moving, just hanging his head.
While reciting the Rebirth Mantra, I completely regarded other monks and the life and death of my own disciples as nothing..."
"...Yes...Yes!...I will definitely learn...I will definitely learn from the master..."
Monk Miju's face turned pale, and he fell down in the corner of the tent, his whole body still shaking uncontrollably. "Mi" is a name commonly used by low-level Buddhist disciples, and is related to "Amitabha". And "Zhu" usually refers to "mind",
It is the control of emotions and desires.
But at this moment, in the great terror of life and death, the monk Yaju had completely lost his self-control, and could not even sit upright! After all, the monk who had just been presented to the bloody altar and sacrificed by the Shantaka Genko and the Ezo barbarians had
,just
He is the other three Tiantai monks with the title of "Mi" in the fleet. In other words, whether he will deliver the bloody altar and become the next sacrifice to the "evil god" depends on
In one thought of Shan Tao Yuan Kou!
"Master Juehui, what are your considerations? Five hundred kilograms of gold and five thousand kilograms of gunpowder, in exchange for you, a monk with profound knowledge of Buddhism, to return... I think, with your status in the Tiantai Sect, someone will definitely come to redeem it, right?..."
"Namo Amitabha Night! Return to the Tathagata of Infinite Light!..."
Master Juehui held the lotus mudra and recited another Buddhist sutra. As long as the knife was not placed on his neck, his profound and self-sustained Buddhist teachings were completely invulnerable. He opened his compassionate eyebrows and looked at Long Zao
Terano Hiroshi. After a while, he sighed and spoke.
"Masumi! You are also a disciple of my Tiantai sect, who has received ordination scars and been given the title of Buddha! When you see the monks of our sect being slaughtered at the neck, it's okay if you don't save them. You even recite a few verses and pray for them.
, and you won’t?”
"...Blessed by the Lord God! Master Juehui, please stop pronouncing my former name. At present, I have converted to the Lord God of the East and restored the name of the Wu family. Please call me by my real name, Ryuzoji Jiahong!"
Jiahong of Longzao Temple emphasized solemnly, and then sat cross-legged opposite Master Juehui. He looked into Juehui's eyes and asked.
"Master, don't you really know why these monks have the cause and effect they have today? Where is this place? Is it the mountain gate of Tiantai Sect? What are you and the monks doing here? Is it for
Spread Buddhism?"
"Today's evil consequences are naturally caused by the evil causes planted yesterday. You were blinded by gold, brought the Tiantai Sect's fleet, and five hundred monk soldiers, and came with murderous intent... Could it be that you didn't expect that today would happen
Is it possible for a scene to happen?…”
"..."
Master Juehui lowered his eyes and kept silent. With his thorough "Buddha's heart", there was no "guilt" emotion. He failed to grab the gold, broke the ship, monks, soldiers and disciples. This cannot be changed.
In the end, regret is useless.
Even if he does it again, it will only be a repeat of following his heart. And now, since the Shantaer people have not killed him and are asking for ransom, then there is talk. He is silent at this time, just waiting patiently, waiting for the Shantao people.
The actual conditions offered.
"Master Juehui, you have also seen that the Shantao Golden Clan was born in the North, and still has the ancient customs of the Yin and Shang Dynasties in offering sacrifices. They will not raise idlers, let alone hostile monks. If I hadn't spoken for you, I would have been killed at this moment.
You are the one who brought it to the altar. Not to mention, I also specifically asked the priest to leave a disciple for you to pass on the message..."
Speaking of this, Ryuzoji Iehiro raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at the silent monk Miju who couldn't stop shivering. Then, he pondered for a while and spoke again.
"Master Juehui, as the abbot of Omi Temple and a descendant of the Master...leaving aside gold for the time being, are you really not able to come up with a ransom of five thousand kilograms of gunpowder?...If this doesn't work, then what?
With my ability, I can only protect you. As for Miju Monk, he can only go up to the altar of the Golden Clan, pay the price for your rash knife attack, and use his own life to atone for your sin!..."
"Ah! Master Juehui! Please save me, save me!"
"...Hey! Miju, you have been with me for so many years...how could I not save you? Even if you violate the sect's Buddhist teachings and trade with the Shantar people, it is still the responsibility of the teacher..."
"Ah! Master!..."
Hearing his disciple Miju's frightened cry for help, Master Juehui finally sighed heavily, with compassion on his face. Ryuzoji Jiahong was a sensible man, and after struggling for so long, he finally got a step. He could also use this
Step up and start real negotiations with the other party.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Masumi! You are from Kyushu. Gunpowder is expensive and rare. You don't know that the saltpeter in it has to be transported from the sea. In Kinki, one hundred kilograms of gunpowder costs at least
More than two hundred taels of silver. Once purchased in large quantities, the price will inevitably increase sharply, rising to more than three hundred taels. And five thousand kilograms of gunpowder is the price of fifteen thousand taels of silver and more than one hundred kilograms of gold!…"
"This time I came to Ezo land to find the fate of gold. I destroyed ten sect ships, five hundred monk soldiers who had been trained for many years, and the Shibabo official who was good at fighting. Such a big loss, even if I go to
No matter how much people cover it up for me, they will still lose five hundred kilograms of gold!…”
Master Juehui's eyes flashed and he showed a bitter face. These "A Duwu" calculations have always been in his heart, and they are really clear. And for matters within the sect, just having people is not enough.
, you have to offer real money and silver to settle the matter, which is not much different from that of the Wu family... Thinking of this, he looked at Ryuzoji Iehiro and said with a sincere face.
"Masumi, you have also been in my Tiantai Sect, and you know the situation of each monk in each temple! If you know that I caused such a disaster, made such a big basket, and didn't get any gold... I'm afraid even the master
He can't save me, let alone come to tell me the truth! He would rather abandon me and choose another descendant to enter the temple to train..."
"As for my brothers and sisters, let alone the hard work of raising money, they came up with five thousand kilograms of gunpowder and at least more than one hundred kilograms of gold to redeem people... Can they not blame all the various accounts of the temple's deficit on me?
Taking the blame and fighting for my vacant position as a monk is already a great mercy!…”
"In the final analysis! If I can't return to the sect, then all the relationships behind me will be in vain! If good friend Shantao wants to get the ransom of my sect and get a lot of gunpowder... please let me first
Return to the sect, contact the master and all the monks, stabilize my position as the monk of Omi Temple, and paper over this catastrophe first!..."
"Amitabha! If I can't go back...then no one will cover up this catastrophe. The Omi temples can't stop it, and the Myoho Court can't stop it. Sooner or later, it will hit the main gate of the Tendai Sect, the Enryaku Temple on Mount Hiei.
…”
"At that time, I feel that it is not a pity to die, but the secret gold trade between your Shantao Golden Clan and Morino Kiyoshi, the Myoju Court will no longer be able to control it! I am afraid that by then, not only the people on Mount Hiei will know about it, but also the entire shogunate.
, they will all know it! Every powerful martial name will stare at the golden light of Ezo land with their devilish eyes..."
"?!Juehui, you old bald donkey! You are already a prisoner of my Golden Clan, and you are like fish meat spread out on the knife board. Do you still dare to speak nonsense here?!..."
Hearing the threat from Juehui's mouth, Longzaoji Jiahong's eyes sternly pulled out the short knife. The sharp blade was instantly placed on Master Juehui's neck, and even drew a faint blood mark. Juehui, a master of Buddhist teachings,
monk, standing
Ji's whole body froze, and he didn't dare to move. It was hard to say "Buddha's Dharma" in his mouth. After a while, until Ryuzoji Jiahong said a soft "hum" and put away the blade, Jue Hui's whole body went weak, and he fell from his knees.
His spine was as soft as his mouth.
"Monks don't lie! Masumi...No, Iehiro! You also know...what I tell is the truth!..."
"Amitabha! Devadatta has committed endless evil karma and is destined to fall into hell. It is impossible for anyone to save him!..."
"And if someone wants to save me, I have to save myself first... Only by preserving my status as a monk can I really come up with any ransom and give it to my fellow Shantarian friends!..."
Speaking of this, Master Juehui paused, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. If he can become a monk and master the "Buddhist Dharma" to the point where all the monks in his sect are in admiration, he will naturally not be so calm without struggling.
Go to death. In fact, during this half-month of imprisonment, he had roughly guessed what the Shantarian wanted and wanted, and thought of a condition that the other party was likely to accept!
"Supreme Wonderful Lotus Flower! Ryuzoji Iehiro, I have an excellent proposal. You can tell it to the chief of the Shantou Golden Clan and see if he is willing to agree!..."
"Huh? The Lord God witnessed! What proposal?..."
"Amitabha! My proposal is...please Shantao almsgiver to release me, give me another thousand kilograms of gold, and return to Omi Sect! With this gold, I can balance everything and cover up this disaster.
I can even replace Morino Kiyoshi who went to Ming Dynasty and continue to trade with you next year!..."
"Ah! Master?! That's what you said...don't seek death!..."
The Yaju monk looked shocked and reached out to explore Master Hui's forehead. Ryuzoji Iehiro was in disbelief and looked at the monk carefully for a long time, almost wondering if the monk was frightened and went crazy.
"Lord God! What did you say? Let you go and give you a thousand catties of gold?!..."
"That's right! That's right! Namo Myoho Renge!"
Master Juehui looked like an old god and recited the Buddha's name, seemingly confident. Until there was a "dang" sound, Ryuzoji Jiahong pulled out the sword again...
"Buddha! Jiahong, you!... Why can't you draw the knife at every turn?..."
"Hiss! Knife, knife!...I won't do charades anymore! I said, I said!..."
Master Juehui trembled all over and carefully moved his neck, an inch away from the cold blade. Then, the figures of two young nobles, a man and a woman, flashed in his mind and he smiled deeply.
"Amitabha! I know what the Shantao Golden Clan wants. And what I can give is something that businessman Morino Kiyoshi never thought of and couldn't give..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Say it!"
"Ahem!...Jiahong! Knife, keep the knife far away! Don't wait until you hear it, your hand shakes and you cut me..."
Master Juehui swallowed, looked at the slightly moved blade, then stretched out his left hand and drew a family crest that read "Ashikaga Er Yin Liang". Then he said with kind eyes and a "compassionate" smile.
"Three tubes lead the writing, the Qinghe Minamoto clan's Wuwei family, the Echizen Shiba clan's bloodline and family name, and then run an official position of guardian of Ezo... How about it? Is it worth a thousand kilograms of gold?..."
"What!!"
Longzaoji Jiahong's eyes suddenly widened and his whole body trembled in disbelief. Then, there was a scream from Master Juehui.
"Knife! Knife!..."
"Ah, my shoulder!...The knife cut my shoulder!!..."