Royal Road

Before Zhengdan, the Qinzhou attack came to an end. The pseudo-Han eventually lost to the city and surrendered. The noble Xiongnu, headed by Liu Yi, were all escorted into Beijing and presented prisoners at the end of the gate.

Unlike Duanbu Xianbei's commanders, the Huns were proclaimed emperor, and he served as the head of the country for more than ten years. If you surrender now, you can't kill everything.

The emperor made an order to demote Liu Yi as a general and ban Luoyang. Killed the six Huns against the party, except for the clan, and the tribes moved and assigned their households.

This set was used by Emperor Zhao Xuan and Liang Xi in Bingzhou. It's just that the five Huns were very powerful back then, but now, more than ten years of fighting have exhausted all the elites, and there are countless deaths and injuries in Wuhuan and Qiangdi. The only nobles remaining in the account were executed, the royal family was abolished, the lower-class slaves who were grazing and farming were dispersed, the Han surname was changed, and they were incorporated into private households. This is an act of extermination. Even Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, and Cao Cao, Emperor Wu of the Wei Dynasty, never did it. The Southern Huns were attached for three hundred years, and finally disappeared.

"Who ever thought that the Xiongnu would also be destroyed. Your majesty is magnificent, which is really admirable." Sitting on Yiyan's hands, Wang Long sighed softly.

At that time, the Northern Huns were so powerful that Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty wanted to unite with the Southern Huns to fend off the enemy. Even Wei Wu and Cao Cao can only divide the five parts to eliminate Wang's account. But now the Son of Heaven does not mean to leave the name of "Hun" at all. A hundred years later, I am afraid that there will be only Great Zhao and no more Hus.

The Jie people were no other part of the Huns back then, and now the big Huns are gone. Wang Long's sigh does not necessarily mean to hurt himself.

Yiyan Meifeng did not move: "When the Huns were there, I couldn't wait to lead the horse to plow the fields. If there is no Majesty, how come today?"

Both he and Wang Long were born in poverty, and even the junior and middle-level leaders can drive them. Not to mention the Huns nobles. What about the tribal movement? What about intermarriage reform? As long as you can live and work in peace and contentment, isn't it much better than being a cow and a horse back then?

Wang Long slapped his thigh: "That's the reason! Your Majesty is my benefactor, so I can't overdo it!"

As he said, his eye thief slid around on Yi Yan's body and coughed dryly: "Speaking of which, several Long Xiangwei were sent to the army the day before yesterday. It is said that one of them was a kid named Xu who got your majesty's blue eyes. , How do you think this person is going to clean up?"

Hussar general has an ambiguous relationship with the emperor, who does not know the high-level military? Others also laughed at Yan Yi Yan Jin Xing, a renminbi. Wang Long was an old man from Liang's Mansion, and he knew that his general and his Majesty had an extraordinary relationship. It's good now, the general has only been out for a month, and there is something overwhelmingly wanting to climb the dragon bed! If he could, Wang Long could not wait to rush up personally and blow up these people's dog heads!

How dare Wang Long neglect this kind of thing about the emperor's love of pets. I came to Yiyan Mansion today just to inform about this. In any case, the Shenwei Army is all in its own turf, so it is not easy to clean up a few who are not long-sighted?

However, Yi Yan didn't care, and said indifferently: "Since it was sent by Long Xiangwei, it can be arranged according to the usual practice."

Wang Long was a little quick-eyed: "General, that kid surnamed Xu looks good!"

His generals are over thirty years old, what if your majesty wants to try something new? That's the emperor! What kind of person do you want? !

Yi Yan swept a pair of blue eyes and asked, "If your majesty values ​​appearance, will you choose me?"

This made Wang Long choke. In terms of appearance, the general really has no advantage. There are so many in the North Korea who are handsome and handsome, so your Majesty did not choose anyone, only his general?

After talking for a long time, Wang Long murmured: "The general is so heroic..."

Yi Yan chuckled and drank a glass of wine: "Your Majesty has sent people to the mighty army. What are you afraid of? Just do whatever you want, don't worry about it."

Wang Long had only seen this one. In the palace in his early years, he had seen a lot of tricks. But it was too early to suffer from gains and losses. Yi Yan is not afraid of these jumping clowns now. The lord's love for him is not thin by anyone. Compared with these, he hoped to settle the Quartet as soon as possible, so that the burden on the lord's shoulders would be lightened a little.

Seeing Yiyan laughing casually, Wang Long gritted his teeth: "What about the child? The general does not plan to adopt one? The officer has been in the army for a long time, and there are quite a few lonely and intelligent children who have lost their parents. You can also inherit your family business..."

Before he finished speaking, Yi Yan waved his hand: "No need."

"What about incense? If the general is a hundred years old, you can't even have a person who gives incense?" Wang Long is also a Buddhist believer, and he still values ​​incense. General Yi is now an extremely human minister, and he is very much loved, but if his Majesty dies on one day, how will the general deal with himself? Just don’t want to marry. If you adopt one, the emperor will not refuse, right?

"My spiritual position has its own place." Yi Yan's expression was gloomy, unable to tell the complexity.

No one else knows, but he knows. One's own spiritual position will be equipped with Taimiao in the future. Maybe he could be buried in the same cave with the lord.

However, these things that were eagerly awaited in the past are now wishing to arrive later. If the lord's life can be increased, what does it matter if he lives less for a few years?

Looking at the face on the other side, Wang Long was also a little speechless. Finally, he sighed: "Let's donate a grotto in Longmen and accumulate some merits."

No longer saying these frustrating words, Wang Long raised his cup of Jue, and then persuaded him to drink.

The next day, Wang Long did not neglect, and sent someone to the temple to talk about the construction of the grotto. Now, just south of Luoyang City, on the bank of Yishui, a huge grotto is being built. The former Yique was one of the Xiongguan guarding Luoyang. I don't know how many fierce battles have been carried out here. Now, the emperor has changed Yique to "Dragon Gate", and according to Jinyang's practice, allowed aristocratic families to build grottoes here.

The excavation of grottoes on the mountain walls was originally just for monks to practice. But now, accumulating merits, donating to the Buddha, and even eliminating karma, various purposes are varied. As a result, there were more clanging digs beside the Yique officers and soldiers' garrison, which helped to feed an unknown number of craftsmen and monks.

Along the Yishui, two monks walked slowly. From a distance, the green hills are cascading, the caves are dense, reflecting the majestic Xiongguan, and it is more solemn.

"Brother. Thirty-six caves have been built in this year's temple, only two more caves than Longxiang Temple. I'm afraid that next year, we won't be able to keep the head of these temples." A monk frowned and sighed softly.

Another monk shook his head: "Nianhui, what you think is wrong. The most important thing now is the'ten precepts'."

Hearing this, Nianhui's brow furrowed even tighter: "The'Ten Commandments' are easy to say, but not everyone can do it. If they are found..."

"Then get rid of the courtyard wall!" The monk replied decisively.

Just a few days ago, the imperial court promulgated the "Five Precepts" of Buddhism. No killing, no stealing, no adultery, no lying, no drinking. All monks in the world keep the ring. You can't eat meat, and you can't marry your wives. It's not easy to get the salaries, so some novice monks secretly return to the vulgarity. However, the remaining monks recognized them and added more precepts according to their sects. Some people respect the "seven precepts", some make up the "two hundred monks precepts", and various tricks to show piety.

As the presiding officer of Baoguang Temple, he did not make too many tricks in chanting, but set the "ten precepts" to further restrain his tongue and cut off desires. Concentrate on studying Buddhism. As a direct disciple presided over by Jinyang Huai'en Temple, he knows the preferences of today's sage. Nothing taboo will only make him bored. It is better to be simple, pragmatic, and self-disciplined. The "Ten Precepts" seem simple, but if you really want to do it, you must have Buddhist principles in your heart. If you can get the praise of the emperor, why not worry about the incense in Baoguang Temple?

Nianhui heard what Senior Brother said, and nodded: "Strict precepts will surely be appreciated by the emperor, and maybe even enter the White Horse Temple to practice..."

The White Horse Temple is the largest temple in Luoyang, and it is also the place for translation of scriptures in the world. Even the disciples of Huai'en Temple cannot directly manage this large temple. But similarly, after Zhu Fahu passed away, not many disciples under his seat were able to enter the White Horse Temple. On the contrary, Zhu Fada, who had done meritorious service in Jinyang, took over Longxiang Temple and became their rival.

Born in Huai'en Temple, the two families have their own competition. It's just that Zhu Fada is a Hu monk, and many Hu people go to Longxiang Temple to pay homage to make the incense flourish.

This convenience is not available to Baoguang Temple. But when it comes to Buddhism, few Luoyang can beat them. Coupled with the "ten commandments", I'm afraid it will be even higher.

If it were placed ten years ago, just mentioning the White Horse Temple would make Nianfa excited and forgetful. But now, his expression remains unchanged, and his dignity remains: "Just the'ten commandments' are not enough. This year, we will send a few more people to learn medicine and expand the Sian Chay Hall. The Thirty-four Temple in Luoyang, only the word'compassion' can allow the people to convert. ."

Nianhui said the Buddha's name: "Senior brother said yes. It is me who took the picture."

Phase? In fact, I know the Fa clearly in my heart. Everyone believes that the emperor worships Buddhism and is the reincarnation of Medicine Master Buddha. However, after having been in touch with the master for so many years, Nianfa is fully aware of the emperor's control over Buddhism. Send out a remorse, set up the "five precepts", abolish the originally dilapidated monastery, and let the monks rescue the people. This one, one by one, is a shackle chain. Nowadays, the monks still want to occupy countless places, cherish brocades, and beautiful concubines. I am afraid it will not be so easy.

Is this worried that someone will rely on the Buddha's name to win the throne? Or do you not want people to become monks in order to escape hard labor? Nianfa can't guess the mind of the emperor, but knows that if you want to establish a foothold in Luoyang, it is not enough to rely on the appreciation of high-ranking officials. The emperor's value is fundamental. Then just do what you like, and that's a shortcut. It's just that everyone took this shortcut, what would the Shijia look like?

But the ever-changing, it's better to pass Taoism, right?

Hidden the little thoughts, read the magic weapon solemnly, and continued to walk towards the distant grotto.

The emperor worshipped Buddhism, but in the years since the founding of the country, there are not many Buddhist temples in Luoyang, but some Taoist temples have been added. There are not many people who can compare the scale of the view of good fortune, but there are many Taoists who practice. It's just that there are now fewer Taoist priests who draw talisman, but there are more pill and refining tools.

Of course, this pill is not a golden pill.

In his early years, the emperor took the powder and almost died, and he was very tired of pill. Even if it is such a great official in frontiers as Ge Hong, the master of alchemy, offering a nine-turn golden pill will be condemned by the emperor.

But even so, Dan Dao is still unfailing.

The sky is faint and the clouds are low, and the coldness increases. An old Taoist in the view suddenly got up: "Is it going to rain? Get things ready!"

Where does the rain come in winter? Isn't it a sign of winter snow? Dao Tong continued to slander his belly, so he hurriedly took out paper, pen and wooden sword, and followed his master to the courtyard. I saw an iron pillar standing in the middle of the yard, tall and long, four cables grounded, and the shape was quite strange. The old Dao straightened his clothes and sat down under the corridor, staring at Tie Zhu intently.

That's a lightning rod!

Since the emperor entered the Luoyang Palace, many such pillars have been erected around the main hall. Tai Chi Hall is even equipped with a dragon head with an iron tongue. As a result, even after seven or eight years have passed, no palace has ever been struck by lightning and set on fire, even if it rains heavily and there is lightning and thunder.

Everyone says that this is the law of thunder suppression. The veteran felt that this method seemed to have the effect of attracting thunder. So I found a piece of meteorite and buried it under the iron pillar for tempering. Every time there is heavy rain, he must come to cast spells in order to obtain a handed down sword.

It is a pity that the pillars were erected too late, and there has been only one heavy rain so far. The thunder was attracted, and there was only a flash of light, which was of no use at all. But this also made the old way excited and intolerable, and hurriedly rushed every time it rained. The same is true today.

The Dao Tong also worked hard and looked to the sky. After a while, I saw a brilliant silver flashing in the night sky, and then, thunder roared, dark clouds rolled... it was snowing.

The master and apprentice were dumbfounded at the falling snow, where is the slightest thunder? The old way hummed his sleeves and turned back to the room. The Dao Tong didn't move, staring at the sky in a daze.

Why always see the electricity first, and then see the thunder? Could it be that electric running is faster than thunder? What is electricity? Is it the same as the sparks that appeared when I wiped Master’s precious glass cup with silk a few days ago?

Thinking wildly in his head, a scolding came from the room. The Dao Tong hurried back to the house and helped Master set the furnace. Their method of cultivating thunder is good, but the basic skills such as sulphur refining and caustic soda are still indispensable. It’s just that the boy always feels that these homework are a little different from what he had originally thought...

In this huge city of Luoyang, Buddhism and Taoism have their own differences, but they are still prosperous.

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