Ever since Monk Yao's nephew Zhang Ning arrived, he had been feeling a little uneasy. He seemed to feel that this was a fate arranged by God.
Monk Yao lives a secluded life in Fengxia Mountain. He usually lives in seclusion. He also comes here to find the hazy tranquility.
In fact, he was not an indifferent person to begin with. In his early years, he had the ambition to become famous and honor his ancestors. He wanted glory, wealth and beautiful wives and concubines. He had the same desire as many restless young people. Later, because his sister Yao Ji entered the palace, he became favored for a while.
, all the dreams have come true... The sight of the man in brocade clothes and mink fur riding a tall horse through the streets of his hometown seems to be just yesterday, and the beautiful girl who lifts the red hijab in the wedding night seems to be still in front of her eyes.
But God had a dramatic arrangement, a sudden rise to success, and then a sudden disaster, taking back everything overnight and making Monk Yao lose more than he gained. He suddenly turned from a royal relative who was envied and jealous by everyone to a sinner, parents and brothers.
His family was slaughtered by crazy soldiers, and his wife and daughter were humiliated to death in public. He escaped by chance and became the laughing stock of his neighbors near and far.
After Emperor Yongle ascended the throne, his rule gradually became more stable, and he gradually realized that the unjust crimes committed on him could no longer be vindicated, and no one could shake the empire's huge rule. Before that, Monk Yao didn't even understand that he
What did he do wrong to deserve such retribution?
There is hatred in the heart because there is still hope for revenge, but when the enemy is so powerful that one dares not look up to him, hatred will only turn into despair.
So he became a monk. The purpose of becoming a monk was not only to find a place to live in the world, but also to look down on all the ways to escape by taking refuge in my Buddha, because it is useless to harbor hatred. But Monk Yao is a person whose six roots are not purified.
He has never been able to believe in Buddhism. During this period, he returned to secular life once, married a village woman and gave birth to a son. After his wife passed away due to illness, he entered the temple again.
Then because Hu Ying was secretly investigating monks all over the world, he got the news in advance and escaped. After contacting his sister, he took refuge in the anti-evil sect. Then he gathered a group of survivors and escaped slaves and came to this remote place to hide. Now
He is actually an apotropaic.
The Buddha has complete Buddhist scriptures and expounds a relatively reasonable and reasonable concept. Even so, Monk Yao cannot believe in Buddhism. Obviously, he does not believe in the anti-evil sect. The anti-evil sect does not have the general level of talents to create religious schools, so
Its teachings are just a patchwork of ancient myths and stories. Moreover, as the leader of the altar, Monk Yao also knows what the church is doing. He often makes up mysteries to trick people into donating money to join the church. The most common lie is that the ghost king came into the world to bring about it.
Disasters like this... Such a doctrine is useful for deceiving ordinary people, but it obviously has no effect on Monk Yao.
Therefore, Monk Yao actually does not believe in any sect of religion; but he also believes in God, a kind of hazy God, which he himself does not know clearly. Perhaps his life has been too bumpy, so he feels that there is something mysterious about him.
There is a kind of divine power and a kind of destiny in it.
After living in seclusion in Fengxia Mountain for many years, the fleeing people established villages to farm and work, and Monk Yao gradually calmed down. The passion, hatred, and impetuosity gradually disappeared, and he never married a wife and started a family again. Over the years
He did not avoid meat and wine, but occasionally wanted to listen to the sound of wooden fish and Buddhist scriptures. Although he still did not believe in Buddhism, he felt that these things seemed to help him calm down and find his destiny.
Monk Yao came over from anger and despair. The meaning of his life was only to find the hazy divine power in his heart. He wanted to uncover the mystery of all this fate and understand why God allowed him to experience this.
Ordinary people who think like him are definitely either crazy or just full of food, but for Monk Yao's life experience, it seems natural to act like this... He should have seen through the world of mortals and converted to Buddhism, but he had no connection with Buddhism.
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The arrival of a nephew he had never met made Monk Yao feel a wave of disturbance, like a pebble falling into a calm lake, and this pebble had been arranged long ago.
It was difficult for him to describe this feeling clearly, but he felt it clearly.
As soon as Zhang Ning arrived here, Fengcun was massacred by bandits. Such a thing had not happened in the peaceful Fengxia Mountain for many years. Of course, Monk Yao did not think this was an ominous omen and lacked great mercy.
He was so heartbroken that he had seen even more brutal scenes, and he would not be moved even if Maple Village was reduced to ashes... What moved him was a detail in this turmoil. An elder said something like "Why should we
"I want to be miserable in this remote place where bandits are rampant." He suddenly noticed a hint of restlessness in the already peaceful lake.
What deepened this impression were Zhang Ning's various actions later. In the process of making firearms, Zhang Ning's method of doing things was so novel that Monk Yao couldn't understand it. In Monk Yao's long and painful life of more than 40 years, he had seen the royal family
Palace, officialdom, market, and countryside, he did not think that Zhang Ning's strange methods were learned in the Ming Dynasty.
Monk Yao sat cross-legged alone in the empty temple, with incense burning in front of him. He closed his eyes and faced the clay statue of the Emperor of Heaven above, quietly comprehending all this.
A cautious voice interrupted his meditation: "Altar Master, I have found what you want."
The speaker was a man in his thirties, wearing long commoner clothes and no hat. Seeing that Monk Yao was still motionless and silent, he did not dare to disturb him by repeating the report, so he had to hold something and stand behind him.
Monk Yao suddenly opened his eyes, pointed at the incense in front of him and asked, "Did you order it?"
The attendant who had just entered shook his head hurriedly and replied: "I just came in to report, so I don't dare to act rashly."
Monk Yao stretched out his fingers to pick up an incense stick and observed it carefully. He muttered: "It came so suddenly. I have never seen or even heard of such an incense stick. It seemed like it was born out of thin air."
, is this a revelation given to me by God?”
The attendants were too busy bending over and not daring to speak, and they might have been muttering in their hearts. Their master Yao was usually fine when he was in charge, but he would often get mad like this. I heard that it was because he had been a monk that he liked to say things that sounded like greetings.
Incomprehensible words.
After that, Monk Yao stood up and walked down the steps. The attendant hurriedly handed over the paper in his hand: "Master of the Altar, I borrowed this from the workshop. If I don't want Master Zhang to know, I'm afraid I have to return it. Listen to me.
He said that the Ordnance Bureau's laws prohibit unauthorized copying, so if they take away the drawings and find that one is missing, they will definitely trace the whereabouts."
Monk Yao didn't answer. He flipped through the graphite drawings on it. The first drawing looked like a firecracker. The three-dimensional view of the analysis and the parts view made Monk Yao confused.
He asked his entourage to come over and explain, and the entourage gestured and said: "The first picture is from the front, and the following picture is from above. It looks like a red brick. When you look at it from the front, it is just a square... They
Hang the picture in the workshop, and you can use calipers to measure the length on the picture when planning molds and forging iron pipes."
Monk Yao nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Do you think my nephew can make these things?"
The follower said: "More than ten guns were made last month, as well as three cannons. Later, they were said to be useless and had to be remade. Now another batch has been made. They will test the guns in the mine tomorrow to see if they work.
useless."
Monk Yao threw down the drawing: "Return the things and come with me to the mine tomorrow morning to have a look."
"Yes." The attendant responded quickly.
Night gradually fell. That night, Monk Yao had a dream. Many years ago, he had nightmares almost every night, but in recent years, he has been sleeping well and rarely dreams. This night was an exception.
He dreamed that he was in the jungle, and he didn't know where to go. Suddenly he heard a low roar, and when he looked back, he saw a large mottled insect hiding in the bushes. Monk Yao was so anxious that he touched it on his body.
, touched something like a wooden stick, and a voice in his mind said that he was going to fight a tiger alone today? He felt cold sweat dripping from his body. This mountain animal moved so fast and powerfully that there was nothing anyone could do. Unexpectedly, the big insect did not attack.
Come, just watching from a distance, Monk Yao felt that the danger was in danger, so he naturally did not dare to attack rashly. Suddenly, the tiger roared again, turned away, took two steps, and turned around. There were two eyes on its mottled head.
The eyes emit a frightening light.
At this moment, Monk Yao woke up and sat up suddenly. When he looked back, he saw his palms tightly grasping the edge of the bed. It turned out to be just a dream. He let out a long breath, his back felt cold and sweat was already there.
My clothes got wet.
Gradually, he felt the irritating chirping of insects outside the house, which made him feel restless. A few mosquitoes seemed to have gotten into the mosquito net, so he got up and lit the mosquito repellent incense made from herbal medicines. After some tossing, he returned to the bed and lay down.
, but could no longer sleep.
Recalling the scene in the dream gradually became blurry. He couldn't remember how he got to the woods, what the tiger looked like, etc. He only remembered the twinkling eyes of the tiger. He frowned and simply sat cross-legged.
Get up and slowly understand the meaning.
The Buddha taught people to be kind, and my mind was as calm as water. Why would I have a dream about a ferocious beast? He felt that this god in the dark might not be the Buddha. So what kind of state of mind did this god in charge of all things want to teach people?
It would be better if "he" was Buddha, and he could understand its meaning by reciting Buddhist scriptures. Monk Yao closed his eyes and meditated for a while, feeling irritable, so he found a Buddhist bead and put it in the palm of his hand, picked up the wooden fish and knocked it gently
stand up.
During the long night, amidst the chirping of insects and frogs, the sound of wooden fish was drowned out. Monk Yao, who has passed his forties, is still confused, recalling the past little by little. Perhaps from the "Battle of Jingnan"
No one who has survived can forget the past, it's just that some people sometimes don't think about it.
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