Because of him and Yang Xuangan’s theory of rebellion, from which point of view, it is possible to overthrow the still strong Sui empire, and the strategy is that the strength difference will not be great. Only then will there be rebellion, even if Shi Biao has three hundred strategies, it will be a seasoned road.
What’s more, the conquest of Koguryo in the Great Sui Dynasty was a national war, and the two States were fighting for each other’s national fate. Whether Li Chongjiu liked Emperor Yangdi or not would not take this opportunity to do anything.
Yu Shi Biao, Li Chongjiu is more optimistic about his future than his present.
It’s really asking for it if you don’t make a fire all night.
Li Chongjiu woke up half frozen and abandoned the temple and slept in the middle of the night.
The next day, Li Chongjiu started all the way before the day. From time to time, Li Chongjiu heard that there was a gallop on the fast horse road. At this time, Li Chongjiu avoided the road.
In the rural areas of Lu Yu, I dare not go into Luoyang Tianjiao, which is the most deeply rooted area of feudal rule. If I see a stranger in the local area, I may arrest or see an official.
When it was misty and bright, Li Chongjiu entered the mountains.
The Sanchuan Valley in Luoyang is surrounded by mountains and rivers, but it is a Ma Pingchuan, Li Chongjiu, who entered the mountain, that is, one point away from Luoyang and one point closer to where he is going.
I walked for half a day before I met a mountain hunter
Li Chongjiu asked him about the way to Xuanyuan, and then spent 500 Wen to buy his tiger skin and animal clothes, two rice cakes and a string of dried meat, and then chose to go east.
After entering the mountainous area, there are vast mountains on all sides. Li Chongjiu has some doubts about him when he sees Li Chongjiu with a strange accent.
One woodcutter even led Li Chongjiu to another road to attract villagers to catch him.
Li Chongjiu saw this and took out his second stone bow to shoot three arrows in a row. The other party saw that Li Chongjiu showed such an amazing single-handed arrow that he gave up his plan after surgery.
After Li Chongjiu took out the meat and asked for directions, he was tempted to find a way out.
The weather is getting colder and colder in the mountains, the sun and the moon.
In the heavy snow, Li Chongjiu walked through the forest with a long knife and a heavy bow.
After leaving Luoyang and Xuanyuan, Li Chongjiu stood in the mountains and looked at the difficulties. He saw that the mountains in the south were towering and the four fields were like the pillars of the sky.
A person who asks for directions knows that it is Zhongyue Songshan in front of him. When Li Chongjiu be in heaven traveled thousands of miles from the party and county, he finally reached his destination.
Chapter 34 The Truth of Shaolin Temple
Songshan Mountain is located in Chongyang County, Henan Province, with Shaoshi Mountain and Taishi Mountain Branch.
It’s snowy season and it’s very cold.
Shaoshi Mountain saw three or two monks wearing hemp fiber walking through the snow, leaving a long footprint on the mountain steps.
Five peaks stand like a forest of stone tablets.
Pu Sheng, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, is over forty years old. Because of his calm nature and good organization, the temple has a high prestige. Whether he is a monk who has been practicing in the temple for many years or a new monk, he is very confident in him.
The eyes are always calm and methodical, but the abbot is frowning and seems to have serious worries.
At the moment, several monks dressed in brown in the abbot’s fine house are sitting cross-legged as if arguing about something.
A very young monk in his thirties looked at the abbot Pu Shengyan and said, "Brother, there are four cases of looting by vagrants. I heard that a group of thousands of rogue thieves have gathered in Yuanzhou, and the local government has taken measures."
"These rogue thieves are robbing the rich everywhere. I think they will come to Shaoshi Mountain one day and come to Abbot Brother. I think our temple should take precautions early."
"Teacher younger brother worries too much," said a 50-year-old white-browed monk with his hands folded. "All sentient beings are equal. I think those rogue thieves are just forced by real hunger. If they come to the temple, we should talk about relief."
"Brother, you don’t know something." The young monk shook his head and said, "This brother doesn’t know anything about meditation all day. If he knows that these thousands of thieves are going to kill the gate, how many stones and meters can they be sent away?"
The young monk looked at the abbot and said, "My brother has given a hundred hectares of farmland to the temple since the first emperor, so 300 monks can concentrate on Buddhism without hard work, but this hundred hectares of fertile farmland is also envied by rogue. There are many accumulated grain in Shaolin Temple, and I’m afraid they will come to rob it."
"Brother, you say giving, but if this food is enough, the monks of the temple are still counting on supporting it until the autumn of next year. If you move your hands, it will be a difficult task."
The abbot Pusheng nodded his head, and his younger brother said that it was good that Emperor Wendi of Sui Dynasty believed in Buddhism, so he gave Shaolin Temple a hundred hectares of fertile land, so Shaolin Temple monks no longer had to travel as hard as other monks to beg for leftovers.
Monks don’t have to farm and hire tenants themselves. The temples are quite rich and their eyes are the envy of refugees.
One side of the old monk Youzi said, "It’s ridiculous, younger brother, how can rogue thieves harass this Buddhist school? Besides, even if we come to our temple, how can we be afraid of these rogue thieves?"
The old monk doesn’t care if he doesn’t know anything, but he takes it for granted. Pusheng is somewhat deaf and asks, "Do you have any ideas, younger brother?"
When the young monk said, "The abbot’s eyes are not peaceful this day, I don’t think the government can expect me to see it for a while, or let the monks of our temple practice some sticks. It’s better to protect Buddhism when the first-class thieves come to kill the mountain gate!"
"Teacher younger brother, this statement is poor." The old monk at one side quickly objected, "How can Buddhism fight and kill in peace if this is not a delay in practice?"
The young monk smiled bitterly. Fortunately, the abbot Pu Sheng was a white man and said, "My brother’s life is at stake."
"Never at this time" The old monk hesitated to object.
Pusheng thought for a moment that this senior brother was very old, and he himself objected at the moment. He thought of a compromise and said, "How about this? If the senior brother is worried that practicing sticks will delay his practice, let the other disciples recite Buddhist scriptures while practicing … This can be called the integration of Zen and martial arts!"
Just as these monks were discussing how to deal with the refugees outside, a novice monk came to the gate of Jingshe and folded his hands and told them, "There is a young man outside the abbot uncle who said he came from Taiyuan County to find Uncle Jue Yuan!"
"Taiyuan County!" Abbot Pusheng recalled and asked, "Has Jue Yuan returned to the temple?"
The old monk said, "Brother abbot forgot that it’s almost snowing. It’s time for Jue Yuan to go back to the temple and sit in wax."
Pusheng said with a smile, "Thank you brother for waking me up. I almost forgot that since this young man has come all the way to see Jue Yuan, let him meet him, but don’t delay too long to disturb the quiet of Buddhism." "It’s the abbot and scholar." When this little novice monk retired.
The abbot Pu Sheng, on the other hand, smoothed his robe and said, "I see that besides monks, mountain tenants can also be called up. You know, if rogue thieves come and destroy the fields, they will suffer together."
The two monks nodded their approval for this opinion.
At this time, the monk in his thirties began to say, "All tenants can be called, so we can also find some strong people who are good at martial arts from the refugees to give them food, and they will come forward to train tenants for us to resist rogue."
Abbot Pusheng heard this and laughed. "Yes, this is also a good idea."
As for several Shaolin monks in the abbot’s fine house, they also discussed how to resist this impending thief
Li Chongjiu, who has traveled thousands of miles, is now in Shaolin Temple.
The snow is rustling, and snowflakes are falling on my face. Li Chongjiu’s hemp fiber felt hat is all fine snow powder.
This snow-capped five-breasted peak Li Chongjiu paced, while the future generations imagined a large-scale Shaolin Temple with different eyes. The history of Shaolin Temple has been revived and abandoned, but now it is just an ordinary temple located in Shaoshi Mountain in Songshan Mountain.
When I came to a rather humble monk’s room, Li Chongjiu hung outside with a felt hat and hemp fiber. The little monk said to Li Chongjiu, "Please stay here for a while, uncle Zheng Jiemo, the layman of Jue Yuan."
Seeing that this little novice monk is quite clever and clever, Li Chongjiu said with a smile, "Thank you, little monk."
Listening to Li Chongjiu’s words, the little novice monk panicked and waved again and again. "I’m not a little novice monk. How dare I be your respectful name? There is also an abbot in our temple who can be called this name."
After listening to the little monk’s explanation of Li Chongjiu, I remembered that it was different from the later generations’ general name of monk. At this time, it was a kind of honorific title for qualified monks.
For example, in Buddhism, when a monk is less than 20 years old, many people say that the monk has been ordained by a monk before he can be called a monk.
Li Chongjiu made a big oolong, which made the little novice monk look at Li Chongjiu’s eyes with a little more vigilance. It seems that he thinks that this person is wearing a top hat so disorderly. Is there any evil intention to come to the temple or is it a thief to steal?
Li Chongjiu sat cross-legged in the monk’s room of Donalde.
Soon after, I heard the bulge ring.
Li Chongjiu went to see an old Buddhist monk with a stick in his hand.
Although the old Buddhist monk is very old, his eyes are not turbid. Li Chongjiu looks at each other and says, "Are you here to find a poor monk?"
Li Chongjiu dared not neglect to get up and put his hands together and said, "Is Li Chongjiu a master of Jue Yuan?"
The old Buddhist monk smiled and shook his head and said, "It’s not that I’m not a master of Jue Yuan."
Li Chongjiu looked at the little novice monk in astonishment.
After listening to the old Buddhist monk walking into the monk’s room and sitting cross-legged, he said, "Jue Yuan is just an ascetic Buddhist monk. How dare you call him a master too much?"
Say that finish stretch out dry fingers to the ground a little sign for Li Chongjiu to sit down.
Li Chongjiu’s face smiled and sat in the heart. He finally didn’t find the right one. He didn’t expect Xue Imperial Doctor to be a Buddhist monk.
Li Chong couldn’t help secretly looking at the Jue Yuan Buddhist monk, dressed in a dung, whose hands and feet were covered with dust.
The Buddhist monk is also known as the forest bhikkhu settlement bhikkhu. The relative reason is that the Buddhist monk travels and practices outside most of the year, not living alone, which is also an ascetic.
The settlement of monks is a broad sense. Monks practice together in many temples where monks live. The Buddhist monk returns to the monk group to practice together when he settles down in summer all year round, while Zen will call it sitting wax.
Therefore, Li Chongjiu’s visit to find this Jue Yuan Buddhist monk is also just the right eye. If it were his season in winter, Jue Yuan would get up and leave the temple for asceticism.
This also explains why Dr. Xue sent people to Jue Yuan several times and didn’t touch them. It seems that everything must be witnessed by himself because of the wrong time.