Since the arrival of Mr. Yao’s nephew Zhang Ning, he has been feeling a little uneasy.It seems that it is a fate arranged by God.
Monk Yao lived a secluded life in Fengxia Mountain, usually living in seclusion, and he came here to find tranquility in the hazy place.
In fact, he was not an indifferent person. In his early years, he had the ambition to be successful and famous, wanted to be prosperous and wealthy, and had a beautiful wife and concubine, and had the same desire as many restless young people.
Later, because her sister Yao Ji was favored once she entered the palace, all her dreams came true...
The scenery of the city that was swaying in the city with a tall and tall horse in my hometown seemed to be yesterday. The beautiful beauty of the red veil was lifted at the wedding night.
But God had a dramatic arrangement, and suddenly rose to prominence, and then a sudden disaster, which took back everything overnight and made Monk Yao lose more than he gained.
He suddenly turned from a royal relative who was envious and jealous of everyone, and his parents, brothers and family members were slaughtered by crazy soldiers, and his wife and daughter were humiliated to death in public.
I escaped by luck and became a laughing stock of laughter from neighbors far and near.
After Emperor Yongle ascended the throne, his rule gradually became stable, which made him gradually realize that the unreasonable sins imposed on him could no longer quell the grievances, and no one could shake the huge rule of the empire.
Before this, Monk Yao didn't even understand what he had done wrong and would suffer such retribution.
There is hatred in your heart because you still have hope of revenge, but when the enemy is so strong that you dare not look up to, hatred will only turn into despair.
So he became a monk and became a monk. In addition to finding a place to live in the world, he did take all the escapes of taking refuge in my Buddha, because hatred was useless.
But Monk Yao is a person with unpurified six senses and has never been able to believe in Buddhism. During this period, he returned to secular life and 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 secretly investigated monks and Taoists in the world, he got the news in advance and ran away. He contacted his sister and defected to the cult warding.
Then a group of survivors and fleeing slaves gathered one after another and came to this remote place to hide.
Now he is actually a cultist.
The Buddha has complete Buddhist scriptures and explains a reasonable concept that even if Monk Yao fails to believe in Buddhism, he obviously does not believe in warding off the cult.
The cult vanishing cults really did not create a talent at the average level of religious sects, so their doctrine was to piece together some ancient myths and stories. Moreover, as the lord of the altar, Monk Yao also knew what the sect did, and often made mysterious mistakes to deceive the people into donating money to the church. The most common lie was that the ghost king's entry into the world brought disasters...
Such a doctrine is useful to deceive ordinary people, and it obviously has no effect on Monk Yao.
Therefore, Monk Yao actually does not believe in any sect religion; but he also believes in God, a kind of hazy god, and he himself cannot tell it clearly.
Perhaps it was because his life was too ups and downs, so he felt that there was a kind of divine power and a kind of fate in the dark.
After living in Fengxia Mountain for many years, the fleeing people set up villages to farm and work, and Monk Yao gradually calmed down in the middle.
Desire, hatred, and impetuousness slowly faded away, and he never married and started a family again.
Over the years, he has not avoided drinking and meat, but occasionally he wants to listen to the sound of wooden fish and Buddhist scriptures. Although he still doesn't believe in Buddhism, he feels that these things can calm himself 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 answer to all these destiny and figure out why God wanted to let himself experience these things.
Most people think like him, they are definitely either crazy or full, but for Monk Yao’s life experience, it seems natural to act like this...
He should have seen through the world and converted to Buddhism, but he has no connection with Buddhism.
……
The arrival of a nephew who had never met before made Monk Yao feel a slight turbulence, as if a stone fell into the calm lake, and this stone had been arranged long ago.
It was difficult for him to clearly describe such an insight, but he could feel it truly.
As soon as Zhang Ning arrived here, Feng Village was slaughtered by bandits. This has not happened in the peaceful Fengxia Mountain for many years.
Of course, Monk Yao did not think this was an ominous omen. He lacked the heart of compassion and compassion, and he had seen even more brutal scenes. He would not be moved even if the Feng Village turned into ashes...
What moved him was a detail in this turmoil. An elder said something, "Why should we be frustrated in this remote village where bandits are rampant, and he suddenly noticed a hint of restlessness from the already quiet lake."
What deepened this impression was Zhang Ning's various actions later.
In the process of making firearms, Zhang Ning's approach to dealing with things was very novel, which made Monk Yao unable to understand.
During the long and painful life of Monk Yao for more than 40 years, he had seen royal palaces, officialdoms, markets, and villages. He did not think that Zhang Ning's strange method was learned in the Ming Dynasty.
Monk Yao sat cross-legged in the empty temple, burning incense in front of him. He closed his eyes and faced the mud statue of the Emperor above, quietly realizing all this.
A careful voice interrupted his meditation: Lord, I have found what you want.
The person who spoke was a man in his thirties, wearing a long cloth clothes and no hat. Seeing that Monk Yao was still motionless and did not dare to report and disturb him repeatedly, he had to bow and stand behind with the things.
Monk Yao suddenly opened his eyes, pointed to the incense in front of him and asked: Did you lit it?
The entourage who had just come in quickly shook his head and replied: I just came in and reported, and I dare not act rashly.
Monk Yao stretched out his finger and picked up a piece of incense and observed it carefully, and said: It came too suddenly. I have never seen it before, and I have never heard of it like this... a stick of incense.It was born out of thin air. Is this a revelation that God gave me?
The entourage bent down and dared not speak, and might be confused in his heart.
Their Master Yao Zhuang is usually fine when he is in charge of business, but he often gets nervous. I heard that it is because he has been a monk who likes to say something inexplicable.
After saying that, Monk Yao stood up and walked down the steps. The follower hurriedly handed the paper in his hand: Report to the master of the altar, this was borrowed from the workshop. If you don’t want Lord Zhang to know, you may have to pay it back.I heard that the Weapon Bureau’s laws prohibit the copying and taking away drawings privately. They found that one missing piece would definitely be found to be found.
Monk Yao didn't answer, and he casually looked at the pattern painted in graphite on it. The first one looked like a musket, and the analysis of the three views and parts behind it made Monk Yao confused.
He asked the follower to explain, and the follower gestured and said: The first one is the way he looked at from the front, and the one below is looking at from the top.It looks like a red brick, but it looks like a square in front... They hang the drawings in the workshop, and when shaving molds and forging iron pipes, they can use calipers to measure the length of the drawings.
Monk Yao nodded thoughtfully and asked: Do you think my nephew can make these things?
The follower said: I created more than ten shots and three cannons last month. Later, I said that it would be rebuilt if it was not useful.Now another batch has been made. They will test their guns in the mine tomorrow to see if they are useful or not.
Monk Yao threw down the drawings: Return the things back and follow me to the mine tomorrow morning.
yes.The follower quickly answered.
The night gradually descends.That night, Monk Yao had a dream.Many years ago, he had nightmares almost every night, but in recent years he had always had good sleep and rarely dreamed, and this night was an exception.
He dreamed that he was in the jungle and was not knowing where to go, when he suddenly heard a low growl. When he looked back, he saw a mottled worm hiding in the bush.
Monk Yao was very anxious and touched it on his body and felt something like a wooden stick. He said in his heart that he would fight alone today?
He felt cold sweat flowing on his body. The animals in the mountains moved quickly and had great strength, and they could not do anything to them.
Unexpectedly, the big worm did not attack, but looked from afar. Monk Yao felt that there was so much danger, so he naturally did not dare to attack rashly.
Suddenly the tiger roared again, turned around, took two steps and turned around, and the two eyes on the mottled head emitted a terrifying light.
Just then, Monk Yao woke up and sat up all of a sudden. When he turned around, he saw that his palm was tightly clutching the edge of the bed.
It turned out to be just a dream. He breathed a sigh of relief, his back was chilly, and his sweat had wet his clothes.
Gradually, he felt the insects outside the house whistling irritably, causing him to feel restless.
It seemed that a few mosquitoes had penetrated into the mosquito net, so he got up and looked for the mosquito coils made from herbs to light them. After a while, he returned to the bed and lay down, but could no longer sleep.
When I recalled the situation in my dream, I gradually blurred. I couldn't remember how I got to the woods, what a tiger looked like, etc., but I only remember the twinkling eyes of the tiger.
He frowned and sat up cross-legged, slowly understanding the meaning of it.
The Buddha taught people to be kind, but my heart was as calm as water. Why did he give a dream of a ferocious beast?
He felt that this god in the dark might not be the Buddha, so what kind of state of mind does this god who controls all things want to teach people?
If he is a Buddha, he can understand the meaning of it by reciting Buddhist scriptures.
Monk Yao closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and was irritated. So he found Buddhist beads and put them in one of his hands, picked up the wooden fish and tapped them gently.
The night is long, amid the chirping of insects and frogs, and the sound of wooden fish is drowned out. Monk Yao, who is over 10 years old, is still confused, recalling the past little by little.
Perhaps those who survived the Jingnan Campaign cannot forget the past, but some people sometimes don’t think about it.
Monk Yao lived a secluded life in Fengxia Mountain, usually living in seclusion, and he came here to find tranquility in the hazy place.
In fact, he was not an indifferent person. In his early years, he had the ambition to be successful and famous, wanted to be prosperous and wealthy, and had a beautiful wife and concubine, and had the same desire as many restless young people.
Later, because her sister Yao Ji was favored once she entered the palace, all her dreams came true...
The scenery of the city that was swaying in the city with a tall and tall horse in my hometown seemed to be yesterday. The beautiful beauty of the red veil was lifted at the wedding night.
But God had a dramatic arrangement, and suddenly rose to prominence, and then a sudden disaster, which took back everything overnight and made Monk Yao lose more than he gained.
He suddenly turned from a royal relative who was envious and jealous of everyone, and his parents, brothers and family members were slaughtered by crazy soldiers, and his wife and daughter were humiliated to death in public.
I escaped by luck and became a laughing stock of laughter from neighbors far and near.
After Emperor Yongle ascended the throne, his rule gradually became stable, which made him gradually realize that the unreasonable sins imposed on him could no longer quell the grievances, and no one could shake the huge rule of the empire.
Before this, Monk Yao didn't even understand what he had done wrong and would suffer such retribution.
There is hatred in your heart because you still have hope of revenge, but when the enemy is so strong that you dare not look up to, hatred will only turn into despair.
So he became a monk and became a monk. In addition to finding a place to live in the world, he did take all the escapes of taking refuge in my Buddha, because hatred was useless.
But Monk Yao is a person with unpurified six senses and has never been able to believe in Buddhism. During this period, he returned to secular life and 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 secretly investigated monks and Taoists in the world, he got the news in advance and ran away. He contacted his sister and defected to the cult warding.
Then a group of survivors and fleeing slaves gathered one after another and came to this remote place to hide.
Now he is actually a cultist.
The Buddha has complete Buddhist scriptures and explains a reasonable concept that even if Monk Yao fails to believe in Buddhism, he obviously does not believe in warding off the cult.
The cult vanishing cults really did not create a talent at the average level of religious sects, so their doctrine was to piece together some ancient myths and stories. Moreover, as the lord of the altar, Monk Yao also knew what the sect did, and often made mysterious mistakes to deceive the people into donating money to the church. The most common lie was that the ghost king's entry into the world brought disasters...
Such a doctrine is useful to deceive ordinary people, and it obviously has no effect on Monk Yao.
Therefore, Monk Yao actually does not believe in any sect religion; but he also believes in God, a kind of hazy god, and he himself cannot tell it clearly.
Perhaps it was because his life was too ups and downs, so he felt that there was a kind of divine power and a kind of fate in the dark.
After living in Fengxia Mountain for many years, the fleeing people set up villages to farm and work, and Monk Yao gradually calmed down in the middle.
Desire, hatred, and impetuousness slowly faded away, and he never married and started a family again.
Over the years, he has not avoided drinking and meat, but occasionally he wants to listen to the sound of wooden fish and Buddhist scriptures. Although he still doesn't believe in Buddhism, he feels that these things can calm himself 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 answer to all these destiny and figure out why God wanted to let himself experience these things.
Most people think like him, they are definitely either crazy or full, but for Monk Yao’s life experience, it seems natural to act like this...
He should have seen through the world and converted to Buddhism, but he has no connection with Buddhism.
……
The arrival of a nephew who had never met before made Monk Yao feel a slight turbulence, as if a stone fell into the calm lake, and this stone had been arranged long ago.
It was difficult for him to clearly describe such an insight, but he could feel it truly.
As soon as Zhang Ning arrived here, Feng Village was slaughtered by bandits. This has not happened in the peaceful Fengxia Mountain for many years.
Of course, Monk Yao did not think this was an ominous omen. He lacked the heart of compassion and compassion, and he had seen even more brutal scenes. He would not be moved even if the Feng Village turned into ashes...
What moved him was a detail in this turmoil. An elder said something, "Why should we be frustrated in this remote village where bandits are rampant, and he suddenly noticed a hint of restlessness from the already quiet lake."
What deepened this impression was Zhang Ning's various actions later.
In the process of making firearms, Zhang Ning's approach to dealing with things was very novel, which made Monk Yao unable to understand.
During the long and painful life of Monk Yao for more than 40 years, he had seen royal palaces, officialdoms, markets, and villages. He did not think that Zhang Ning's strange method was learned in the Ming Dynasty.
Monk Yao sat cross-legged in the empty temple, burning incense in front of him. He closed his eyes and faced the mud statue of the Emperor above, quietly realizing all this.
A careful voice interrupted his meditation: Lord, I have found what you want.
The person who spoke was a man in his thirties, wearing a long cloth clothes and no hat. Seeing that Monk Yao was still motionless and did not dare to report and disturb him repeatedly, he had to bow and stand behind with the things.
Monk Yao suddenly opened his eyes, pointed to the incense in front of him and asked: Did you lit it?
The entourage who had just come in quickly shook his head and replied: I just came in and reported, and I dare not act rashly.
Monk Yao stretched out his finger and picked up a piece of incense and observed it carefully, and said: It came too suddenly. I have never seen it before, and I have never heard of it like this... a stick of incense.It was born out of thin air. Is this a revelation that God gave me?
The entourage bent down and dared not speak, and might be confused in his heart.
Their Master Yao Zhuang is usually fine when he is in charge of business, but he often gets nervous. I heard that it is because he has been a monk who likes to say something inexplicable.
After saying that, Monk Yao stood up and walked down the steps. The follower hurriedly handed the paper in his hand: Report to the master of the altar, this was borrowed from the workshop. If you don’t want Lord Zhang to know, you may have to pay it back.I heard that the Weapon Bureau’s laws prohibit the copying and taking away drawings privately. They found that one missing piece would definitely be found to be found.
Monk Yao didn't answer, and he casually looked at the pattern painted in graphite on it. The first one looked like a musket, and the analysis of the three views and parts behind it made Monk Yao confused.
He asked the follower to explain, and the follower gestured and said: The first one is the way he looked at from the front, and the one below is looking at from the top.It looks like a red brick, but it looks like a square in front... They hang the drawings in the workshop, and when shaving molds and forging iron pipes, they can use calipers to measure the length of the drawings.
Monk Yao nodded thoughtfully and asked: Do you think my nephew can make these things?
The follower said: I created more than ten shots and three cannons last month. Later, I said that it would be rebuilt if it was not useful.Now another batch has been made. They will test their guns in the mine tomorrow to see if they are useful or not.
Monk Yao threw down the drawings: Return the things back and follow me to the mine tomorrow morning.
yes.The follower quickly answered.
The night gradually descends.That night, Monk Yao had a dream.Many years ago, he had nightmares almost every night, but in recent years he had always had good sleep and rarely dreamed, and this night was an exception.
He dreamed that he was in the jungle and was not knowing where to go, when he suddenly heard a low growl. When he looked back, he saw a mottled worm hiding in the bush.
Monk Yao was very anxious and touched it on his body and felt something like a wooden stick. He said in his heart that he would fight alone today?
He felt cold sweat flowing on his body. The animals in the mountains moved quickly and had great strength, and they could not do anything to them.
Unexpectedly, the big worm did not attack, but looked from afar. Monk Yao felt that there was so much danger, so he naturally did not dare to attack rashly.
Suddenly the tiger roared again, turned around, took two steps and turned around, and the two eyes on the mottled head emitted a terrifying light.
Just then, Monk Yao woke up and sat up all of a sudden. When he turned around, he saw that his palm was tightly clutching the edge of the bed.
It turned out to be just a dream. He breathed a sigh of relief, his back was chilly, and his sweat had wet his clothes.
Gradually, he felt the insects outside the house whistling irritably, causing him to feel restless.
It seemed that a few mosquitoes had penetrated into the mosquito net, so he got up and looked for the mosquito coils made from herbs to light them. After a while, he returned to the bed and lay down, but could no longer sleep.
When I recalled the situation in my dream, I gradually blurred. I couldn't remember how I got to the woods, what a tiger looked like, etc., but I only remember the twinkling eyes of the tiger.
He frowned and sat up cross-legged, slowly understanding the meaning of it.
The Buddha taught people to be kind, but my heart was as calm as water. Why did he give a dream of a ferocious beast?
He felt that this god in the dark might not be the Buddha, so what kind of state of mind does this god who controls all things want to teach people?
If he is a Buddha, he can understand the meaning of it by reciting Buddhist scriptures.
Monk Yao closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and was irritated. So he found Buddhist beads and put them in one of his hands, picked up the wooden fish and tapped them gently.
The night is long, amid the chirping of insects and frogs, and the sound of wooden fish is drowned out. Monk Yao, who is over 10 years old, is still confused, recalling the past little by little.
Perhaps those who survived the Jingnan Campaign cannot forget the past, but some people sometimes don’t think about it.
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