Chapter 605 Shi Hao cruel officials, join the army benevolent
When the abbot heard this, he looked ashamed.
After hearing this, Zen Master Lingzhen also lowered his head, not knowing how to respond.
Grandma Dongfang staggered forward, looking trembling and moving slowly, but her body was like a black mist, which instantly floated in front of Yang Chaoxi. Her withered hands rose up from her sleeves, and she wrapped the Shadow Bearing Sword in an instant.
Just when everyone was about to be surprised, the Chengying Sword was thrown several feet away by her.
Yang Chaoxi didn't have time to withdraw his hand, and his body suddenly became like a scattered leaf. He was carried away by the Shadow Sword, and with a "bang" sound, he landed among the scattered bamboos and rocks. Seeing Xiao Zhan, Fang Qidou turned away.
I couldn't bear to look any further. I also saw that Grandma Dongfang had withdrawn her attack without intending to kill him, so I hurriedly ran forward, tilted her bun, and dragged Yang Zhaoxi, who had a mouth full of green grass, up to inspect her injuries.
Grandma Dongfang stood in front of the "Yunluo Sky Net", guarding Shusun Tong and Chun Yujing behind her. She slowly stretched out her left hand, and everyone saw that the ghost sickle that had just been thrown away by Shusun Tong fell into her hand.
Above. The ghost sickle in her hand was like a dancing little beast, flying up and down, jumping endlessly, without a moment of peace.
Abbot Lingche and Zen Master Lingzhen all changed their expressions when they saw this. They knew that this was a very clever weapon technique, which was called "Ghost Crying and Heaven Worried Blade". Any weapon with an edge could use its fingers like an arm to cut out the heart and disembowel the abdomen.
, skinning and deboning, all seem to be thick and smooth, with ease and ease!
Although Henan Yin Xiaojing didn't know why, looking at the faces of the two monks Lingche and Lingzhen, he knew that the two monks had been pinched by this oriental grandma, so he didn't dare to speak out and reprimand him. He immediately stepped forward, crossed his hands and said:
"Sister-in-law! Although I don't know who you are, these two thieves intend to steal the treasure scroll of Xiangshan Temple, the Ming Emperor's Silk Sutra, and they are guilty. If I don't arrest the two thieves,
, How can we return justice to Xiangshan Temple? Please move away, sister-in-law, and don’t interfere with the government’s investigation of cases and errands..."
"bass--"
Before Xiao Jing finished speaking, she felt a lightness on her head. No one saw how Grandma Dongfang made her move or when she withdrew it, but they saw a large ball of white hair on Xiao Jing's head falling down with black gauze.
On the ground, illuminated by wind lanterns and torches, it looks clear and funny.
"Shut your mouth!"
Grandma Dongfang scolded sternly, "If I hadn't thought about you as a member of the public family, what would have fallen to the ground right now would be your bird's head! Hehe...justice! Hehehehe...I also want to ask for justice! But in this world, people's hearts are
, and have you ever thought about giving the old lady justice?!!"
Abbot Lingche hesitated for a long time, finally clasped his hands on his chest, saluted Grandma Dongfang and said: "Amitabha! My brothers and sisters are still alive, it is my Buddha who protects me, and brings blessings in this life! Why bother about old things and refuse to call your own family
Can you enjoy peace and joy in your heart?"
"Bah! Only a hard-hearted monk like you who abandons his family and children can say such shameless words!!"
Grandma Dongfang spat out, and everyone saw a lump of old phlegm slapped on Abbot Lingche's cheek. However, she still didn't feel relieved, and the ghost sickle in her hand disappeared suddenly, as if a breeze was blowing on Lingche's chest. No one had time to blink.
Upon closer inspection, the ghost sickle returned to Grandma Dongfang's hand, while the string of Buddhist beads hanging around Abbot Lingche's neck fell to the ground with a "pat-ta-ta-ta-ta" sound.
Zen Master Lingzhen was actually on guard. Seeing Grandma Dongfang's sudden attack, he immediately grabbed the spear from a monk's hand and swung it towards the ghost sickle. However, there was a crisp "pop" sound and the spear fell to the ground.
, unexpectedly failed to block the attack of the ghost sickle. Then Han said angrily:
"Dongfang Heng'e! My abbot senior brother has repeatedly given in, don't push for an inch! Back then, the war was fierce and dangerous... It was not because our temple refused to help, but it was because all the strong monks in the temple were recruited and sent away to fight with Jizhou's bandit soldiers...
…Only one out of ten will survive... Why do you blame my senior abbot for the loss of your husband and son?”
Dongfang Heng'e was startled when she heard this, and then she said with a sad smile: "Don't blame him? Do you blame the Jizhou bandit soldiers? Back then, Guo Linggong and General Li wanted to attack Yecheng and urgently recruited soldiers to fight. If he hadn't made a plan
Che gave up his surname and became a monk. The old woman had three sons, so why should they all be drafted into the army? They all... died in Yecheng!!"
Zen Master Lingzhen suddenly became speechless: The abbot's brother, whose common name is Zhang Che, was indeed a soldier in his early years. He was sent back to his hometown because he killed too many people during the expedition against Khitan during the Sheng Dynasty, which confused his mind. Later, he got the Vajra Wisdom from the Tianzhu divine monk to exorcise the inner demons.
After receiving the initiation and enlightenment, he eliminated the murderous thoughts in his heart and went to Xiangshan Temple to become a monk.
Not many people know about this allusion, and after the chaos in Jizhou, many monks and nuns in monasteries and monasteries have passed away. I am afraid that the number of people who know about it now can be counted on one hand! At this time, Dongfang Chang'e's old story was brought up again,
But everything is true, Abbot Lingche is indeed to blame for this matter.
Dongfang Heng'e saw that Lingzhen was dumb, and Lingche was even more defeated. Then she gritted her teeth and said: "The third son died in the battle, so let's just pay it off... I blame them for their bad luck! But later, later you were so heartless and heartless
You righteous beast! You actually blocked your eldest brother, my miserable husband, who had surrendered to you, and blocked him outside the temple, leaving him to die of cold and hunger... I wonder how the World Honored Bodhisattva can teach you such an unconscionable thing.
Peace of mind…”
Abbot Lingche allowed her to criticize him in every possible way, neither refuting nor admitting his mistake, he just lowered his head and remained silent.
When the monks and bad guards in the temple saw this situation, they all started whispering. Who would have thought that Abbot Lingche, who was usually highly virtuous and highly respected, would have such a terrible past! Although I dare not say that it is the anger of both humans and gods, but his coolness
Although he is cold-blooded, he is also outrageous.
Only Zen Master Lingzhen couldn't stand it and retorted: "Ignorant woman! I heard it from hearsay! At that time, you were still in Shihao Village, Shaanzhou. You only knew that Duke Guo Ling retreated to Heyang and that the officials in the state forcibly recruited soldiers. How could you know about Luoyang?
People inside and outside the city are also in a state of uncertainty, and thieves are rampant!
Your husband, Zhang Hong, was begging all the way and was beaten and blackmailed several times. He was injured. When he fled to Xiangshan, he only had half a breath left. Senior brother and I tried hard to treat him, but in the end he was unable to recover... He is now buried in the temple.
In the back mountain, there are green pines as companions and mountain birds as neighbors. Senior brother has to offer incense and worship every year, how did you, a woman, know that?!"
After Dongfang Chang'e heard this, she refused to believe it. The man had passed away and turned into rotten bones. Since there was no evidence for his death, it was up to others to hold different opinions.
Xiao Jing was shocked and angry at first, secretly annoyed that this old woman was ruthless. After listening to the arguments of several people, she realized that the old woman's anger had a reason, and most of it was caused by the military disaster. Suddenly, her mind moved slightly, and she remembered that she had been angry for a long time.
Therefore, a poem by my old friend Du Shaoling immediately recited:
"At dusk in Shihao Village, there were officials who arrested people at night.
The old man walked over the wall, and the old woman went out to see."
On the side, the right Shaoyin Lu Chuntang's expression changed slightly, and he shrank away from the crowd. The Left Shaoyin, Chen Wanglu, followed and chanted:
"Why are the officials so angry? What's so painful about the women's cries!
Listen to the woman's speech: Three men garrisoned Yecheng.
One man sent a letter, and the other two men died in battle.
Those who survive can live in vain, but the dead will live forever!"
Abbot Lingche, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth and said:
"There is no one in the room except for my grandson.
My grandma is still here, so I don’t have to wear my skirt when I come in or out.”
Dongfang Heng'e was in great mourning when she heard this, and tears came out of her eyes. Her voice was choked with sobs and she said:
"Old woman... although her strength is failing, please come back from your official duties at night.
If you are in a hurry, if you are in a hurry for the Heyang battle, you still have to... prepare the morning meal."
Yang Zhaoxi was lifted up by Xiao Zhan and Fang Qidou. Although his body was numb and slightly bruised, he was really surprised by Dongfang Heng'e's miraculous skills. After hearing about her family's miserable life, he thought again
His father died in the battle, and his mother endured so much hardship. The anger that had just been thrown to the ground suddenly disappeared. He immediately chanted:
"The sound of speech has ceased for a long time, and it is like hearing weeping and swallowing.
I will go ahead in the morning and say goodbye to the old man alone."
Abbot Lingche was also in tears, and suddenly he bowed his hands to Dongfang Heng'e and said: "When my elder brother was dying, he could not forget what happened that night. He regretted that he should not have let me go, but you were captured by the cruel officials... I followed the army and was fierce.
What a disaster! But I don’t know what happened to my brother and sister later, and by some strange combination of circumstances, I became the master of the Miaoshou Hall?"
Dongfang Heng'e looked at everyone again, and the resentment in her eyes eased slightly: "It was in the spring of the second year of Qianyuan, the weather was still cold, and the wheat seedlings had just turned green. As soon as it got dark in Shihao Village, there were people coming from Shaanzhou City again.
The cruel officials and guards who came came to the village to pick up people. All men in good health, young and old, were conscripted as soldiers and taken to Heyang to serve.
At that time, there happened to be a Du who joined the army and wanted to go to Huazhou to take up his post. He passed by Shihao Village and stayed in the east wing of my house. He saw the wife and baby in my house being forced by the officials and cried incessantly. I also saw that the old woman could not resist the military service.
I was willing to enlist with my husband, so I wrote a handwritten note, asking me to take it with me. If I meet a reasonable general, I might be able to avoid some hardships.
The old woman knew in her heart that she would have to travel more than four hundred miles to Heyang, living in the open air, wandering around, and that she might not be able to come back alive. So she took the letter with suspicion and did not take it to heart. Later, every time she was bullied by cruel soldiers and cruel officials, it was this letter.
He blocked the whip and scabbard for the old woman... Later, the old woman was carried away by a group of soldiers and escaped, accidentally arriving at Huaizhou, where the bandit soldiers were occupying.
We thought we were certain to die, but we met a stranger by chance. He rescued us in the mountains and taught us how to steal doors. Then he drove us into the thieves' tents at night and stole bows, knives, gold, silver, and even horses... and so on.
In a few years, most of his companions died at the hands of thieves, but the old woman survived and inherited his mantle..."
When everyone heard this, they all sighed.
Henan Yin Xiaojing told Yang Chaoxi, Xiao Zhan and Fang Qidou: "Du Canjun, who stayed overnight in Shihao Village, is the author of "Shihao Officials". His surname is Du, his given name is Fu, and his courtesy name is Zi.
Mei, named Shaolingye Lao, was an official at the Ministry of Industry and left to collect the remains.
Although Du Shaoling's official rank was low, he had a noble character, worried about the world, and wrote many poems to criticize the current ills. He was indeed a good and respected official. In the letter he wrote to Dongfang Chang'e, he must have recognized her as his eldest sister.
He gave advice to the generals who trusted him and gave them some care. This is really the benevolence of a Confucian..."
Several people were nodding their heads when they heard this, but they saw someone beside Xiao Jing suddenly shrinking his head and taking advantage of the situation to run away.
"You cool official! Don't leave! Don't think that the old lady doesn't recognize you!"
At this moment, Dongfang Heng'e's expression changed from mournful to sad, an endless chill surged between her brows, and the ghost sickle suddenly flew out of her hand!
Everyone was stunned when they heard Du Chuntang, the right young man, scream and fall to the ground, with a hideous wound on his calf.
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