There is a temple in a remote corner near the sea in Lindun, Putian, Xinghua Prefecture, Fujian.
Baiyun Temple.
Perhaps the location is too remote and pilgrims are almost invisible.
From the Zen room in the backyard of the temple, the sound of popping wooden fish could be heard.
An old monk sat cross-legged.
His face is full of age spots and wrinkles, and the rotten air all over his body is covered up by the Buddhist tranquility. But after all, he is old and is on the verge of death.
In front of the old monk, a young man knelt.
He rested his forehead with his hands on the ground and said softly: "Grandpa, the opportunity we have been waiting for for many years has arrived."
The old monk opened his eyes and took a look, "Your father spent twenty years planning the layout. As a result, Zhu Qi Town had a civil fortress change. Most of the chess pieces your father left behind during the court were lost in the Oala Iron Cavalry."
In our hands, Zhu Qi Yuzhang is now governing the country benevolently. Although there are internal worries about Zhu Qi's town and Yu Qian's ministers are worried, the tiles have collapsed and the Jurchens have declined. Our Ming Dynasty has a peaceful country and people in peace, and there is no turmoil to speak of."
This is a good thing for the country.
Then he said: "Xi'er, it's time to let go."
Except for Zhu Qizhen, all the descendants of Zhu Di were very good at governing the country and were worthy of the Ming Dynasty.
After so many years, the old monk has seen a lot.
When he fled that year, he was filled with resentment and anger, calling Zhu Di a traitor. However, he lived in a temple for many years, burning incense in front of the Buddha. The years passed by in a hurry, and when he looked back, he realized that the imperial power and wealth were only fleeting.
Zhu Xi raised her head and said, "Grandfather, after the Tumubao Incident, the Ming Dynasty's national strength was cut in half, and all its elite soldiers and generals were lost. Although nine years have passed, it has not yet fully recovered. And last year, Shi Heng, Fang Ying and others had two consecutive turmoils.
In the summer, Yu Qian was on patrol in Fujian, intending to restart the voyage to the West. He also followed the clues of the treasure ship to track down maritime smuggling, which made the entire coastal local officials feel like they were mourning. The civil service group was bound to launch a counterattack, and Yu Qian was asked to continue the investigation.
, my grandson will also be exposed, and he will inevitably die by then."
The old monk sighed, "If I had known today, why did I do it in the first place?"
When he was on the run, he was in constant fear all day long, and it was not until more than ten years later that he finally settled down. However, he was young and energetic, and did not really convert to Buddhism. After a few indulgences, he had his son Zhu Wenfu.
After Zhu Di moved the capital, the imperial court's control over the south became increasingly weak. With the support of his old ministers, the old monk established himself in Fujian.
After Zhu Wenfu grew up, he collected a large amount of money through overseas smuggling, and used the money to settle in the court. Unfortunately, Zhu Di was too strong, and Zhu Gaochi only became emperor for one year. After that, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Di were almost in the same mold.
Engraved.
After the death of Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Qizhen ascended the throne. Sanyang and the Empress Dowager Zhang managed the political affairs well, and the country's situation was stable until the Tumu Fort change in the 14th year of Zhengtong was a God-given opportunity.
Unexpectedly, Xu Youzhen and other chess players' proposal to move south failed, and Zhu Qiyu and Yu Qian appeared out of nowhere.
There will be no chance after that.
His son Zhu Wenfu was jealous of talents and died in a typhoon at sea while smuggling overseas.
His grandson Zhu Xi, whose real name is Zhu Zunxi, has been with Zhu Wenfu since he was a child. He has been influenced by Zhu Wenfu and has great ambitions. He wants to regain the country.
Last year, Shi Heng was instigated by Xu Youzhen to cause turmoil. It was a clever move. If Zhu Qizhen was restored, Zhu Qiyu's confidants would be massacred and the court would be purged. When the chess pieces arranged in the court were activated, it would probably be a big chaos.
For this reason, Xu Bin even temporarily gave up his plan to dig tunnels.
However, Shi Heng failed.
Later, Fang Ying, Chen You, Shen Yu, Liang Yue and others made trouble again. Unexpectedly, it was a trap set by Zhu Qiyu and his son. Zhu Xi did not dare to act without permission. After all, he only had one chance.
Can't afford to lose.
My grandson is so excited today, could there be another turmoil?
That's true, Zhu Qiyu, what kind of emperor do you think you are?
What a disaster you have caused to our country, the Ming Dynasty!
Zhu Xi said: "Grandpa, not many of your old ministers have died. Now the people who follow your grandson are all their descendants. They have lost their loyalty for a long time. It's all for the sake of money. If we don't take the opportunity to fight again, There will be no hope anymore.”
The old monk remained silent.
Since the grandson knows that loyalty with money is not worth mentioning, why can't he understand that over the past few decades, the word "Jianwen" has long lost popularity.
Without people's hearts, how can great things be accomplished?
Zhu Xi said slowly: "My grandson brought Zhu Qizhen out."
But he did not mention the fact that Zhu Qizhen was killed in the Ancestral Temple.
If this matter were told, his grandfather would know that Zhu Qizhen was legally dead and would not let him try this time - Zhu Xi knew better than anyone else that he only had one chance, and if he failed, he would fall into boundless darkness. .
Moreover, Zhu Xi also knew that Jianwen had no one loyal to him.
So if you persist, it will fall apart.
The opportunity cannot be missed.
The old monk's eyes became brighter, "Zhu Qizhen escaped? Where is he?"
Zhu Xidao: "Just in Fujian, because of Yu Qian's pursuit of maritime smuggling, everyone in Fujian is in danger. Once the incident happens, including Wu An of Fujian Dusi, they may lose their heads. This is our great opportunity. At this time Raise your troops and serve in the name of Zhu Qizhen to pacify Nan, and then establish your own court, and great things can be expected!"
The old monk was obviously stunned for a long time, and then murmured: "Fengtian Jingnan?"
Such a familiar word.
Immediately he sighed: "When Zhu Di was in trouble, he fought from the north to the south. Now we have raised troops to put down the trouble and fight from south to north. Things are unpredictable. Bring Zhu Qizhen to see me."
I'm old and I didn't want to bother.
But the words "Fengtian Jingnan" made the old monk's heart turbulent.
He lost to these four words.
If you can stand up with these four, wait a year or two to meet Zhu Di underground, and say to him with a smile, my grandson will be returned to your descendants for the peace you gave me back then.
Even if it doesn't succeed, it will still make Zhu Di sick.
What's more, the old monk has an obsession.
Ancestral mausoleum!
If he died like this, there would be only a simple tomb. After thousands of years, no one would remember him.
But if the grandson wins, he can enter the ancestral mausoleum!
Zhu Xi was overjoyed, "Grandpa agreed?"
The old monk closed his eyes and continued to knock the wooden fish, "You may as well give it a try, but Xi'er, everything is forewarned. No matter whether it succeeds or not, prepare a way out first. If it fails, you will go to sea and never return to the Ming Dynasty."
Reserve a way out, if you fail, take the gold and silver overseas, your own lineage will not be cut off.
Zhu Xi was overjoyed.
What he was waiting for was his grandfather's words.
He knelt down and kowtowed, then stood up and said, "Grandpa, rest now. My grandson will take Zhu Qizhen to Baiyun Temple tomorrow, and then go to Fuzhou Prefecture. Together with Zhu Qizhen, we will fight for the peace of heaven and return to Nanjing for our grandfather!"
The old monk said nothing.
Many years ago, he heard too many such lies and no longer believed them.
Zhu Xi stood up, bowed, exited the Zen room, slowly closed the door, turned around, and whispered to the middle-aged scribe sitting on the stone bench in the yard: "Mr. Xie, my grandfather has agreed to bring Zhu Qizhen to Baiyun Temple tomorrow." After meeting my grandfather, we can go to Fuzhou Prefecture and follow the plan!"
The middle-aged scribe's name is Xie Wan, a native of Xinghua Prefecture.
After repeated failures, he made a living in a smuggling business, was appreciated by Zhu Xi, and became his aide.
The plan to rescue Zhu Qizhen was formulated in detail by Xie Wan.
Zhu Xi asked him to work on it all night long, checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, and constantly improving it. It took him three months in total before letting Xu Bin implement it.
It worked.
He brought Zhu Qizhen to Fujian, and now he convinced his grandfather!
