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Chapter 986
"Brother Gongming... Brother, I... have to take a step first..."

Mu Hong was lying on the couch with a haggard face, he raised his hand lightly, and then lowered it weakly, with unwillingness in his eyes: "I just wish I didn't die on the battlefield... but died on the bed uselessly... I am a good man ……Well!"

"Brother, stop talking...don't talk..."

Song Jiang grabbed his hand, his face full of grief.

Since coming to Jin Kingdom, brothers Mu Hong and Mu Chun have not acclimatized to the climate and suffered from frequent illnesses.

But he also made a fatal mistake and found Gao Li's doctor.

I suddenly came from the warm and humid place in the south to the bitter cold and cold place in the north. I was already unwell, but I really needed to recuperate and I could survive with the physique of the two. As a result, after eating the Baicao prescription prescribed by Dr. Gao Li, my health continued to deteriorate. Mu Chunyue suffered from diarrhea before and unfortunately passed away.

When his younger brother left, Mu Hong was even more sad and bedridden. Today, he was exhausted, and seeing his brother was about to say goodbye, Song Jiang burst into tears: "I regret that I should have believed in that quack doctor!"

Mu Hongdao: "Tie Niu already killed that quack doctor...to avenge me...Brother Gongming...we died like this...do we not have a good reputation?"

Song Jiang's eyes suddenly became firm, and he held his hand heavily: "Brother, don't worry, Song Jiang will fight for a posthumous name for everyone, and won't let you sacrifice in vain!"

"well……"

Mu Hong nodded lightly, his voice became lower and lower, and his hand finally fell weakly.

When Song Jiang walked out of the house slowly, he saw Li Kui, Sun Erniang, Deng Fei, and Bao Xu standing outside silently.

Facing each other, their eyes were red, and they were silent.

First Wang Ying, then Zhang Qing, and now Mu Hong and Mu Chun. Only half of the eight generals who fought with Song Jiang back then are left.

And this half is also precarious, in the enemy's territory, the Jin people are cruel and tyrannical, and kill at every turn. At first, they had some basic respect for Zhao Song's clan, but now they are becoming more and more impatient, and conflicts are imminent...

So after sending Mu Hong away, Song Jiang took a deep breath and began to arrange.

Sun Erniang went to see the queen and managed to transfer a group of Jin people to monitor. Deng Fei and Bao Xu went to drink with familiar Korean Han people and attracted attention. Then Song Jiang took Li Kui to Zhang Dun's courtyard.

Before arriving in the courtyard, I heard the sound of chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha from inside.

Song Jiang's expression was a little complicated.

Recently, the old prime minister seems to be worshiping Buddha more and more.

Mu Chunmu Hong, who was in his prime, died of illness due to the soil and water environment. Zhang Dun was nearly [-] years old and was born in Fujian. Naturally, it was even more difficult to adapt to the environment here. Not long ago, he suffered a serious illness. Forcibly held on.

But after recovering from the illness, this person also seems to see through the world of mortals. Recently, he eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha's name, ignoring worldly affairs.

Song Jiang was worried that without the old prime minister, the spirit of the Song people here would definitely be completely dissipated, but he felt very contradictory when he thought that after going through so many ups and downs, if he could escape into Buddhism, it might not be a kind of spiritual relief. ...

He held his breath, and when he reached the gate of the courtyard, he saw a group of golden soldiers gathering around the stove to keep warm. The strong man at the head heard the footsteps, turned his head, and his eyes lit up: "General Song!"

The corner of Song Jiang's eyes twitched, and he quickly stepped forward and clasped his fists, saying, "Dump Mouk!"

Li Kui didn't take the axe, but he followed closely behind his brother, showing vigilance.

Because this Wanyan Hunchu was no better than others, he was a trusted subordinate of the "Kingslayer" Wanyangao, and he had made great contributions all the time.

They didn't know that in history, this person made great contributions during the Jurchen uprising, and Wanyan Hunchu appeared in every key battle, and finally made Xu Guogong a hero for the founding of the country. In this world, Wanyan Hunchu is mainly responsible for guarding the Zhao Song clan He Chenzi, on the contrary, made less meritorious service on the frontal battlefield, but he has also become the last person Zhao Song adherents want to see.

However, he had to bear the burden of humiliation, and Song Jiang squeezed a sincere smile on his face: "It's really hard work for Mou Ke to be loyal to his duty in this freezing weather!"

Wanyan laughed and said: "When we were at the edge of Jinshui, life was much more difficult than it is now, and now we can still buy wine to warm our bodies, but it is a pity that the price of wine is getting more and more expensive every day, poor..."

Song Jiang immediately took the money pouch from his waist, and instead of taking it, he handed the whole thing over: "Song has a few taels of silver here, if you don't mind Mouk, you must accept it."

Witnessing this scene, Li Kui understood why every time Song Jiang came here, he had to allocate most of the money in it for himself, and his brother was really witty.

And Wanyan Hunchu took the slightly shriveled money bag with his hand, weighed it, and was very satisfied: "General Song is really a wonderful person, my brother is very grateful!"

Song Jiang deliberately showed a bit of heartache, and said with a dry smile: "You are polite!"

Wanyan Hunchu didn't let him go, "However, there is one thing that I can't figure out. Your Song people's daily food and clothing are provided by us Jin people. Why do you always have money?"

Song Jiang's heart became angry. When Zhao Ji was going to hunt north with the Jin people, he brought a large amount of property. Zhao Song's clan also wore gold and silver. Now the money has been searched away, and even the ornaments worn by the royal family have been taken away. Are you ashamed to say that the golden man is offering them?

But he knew that there was nothing to argue with these barbarians who would die sooner or later, and he still maintained a smile: "When I was in Pyongyang, Tokyo, I funded some merchants and invested in some business, and then I got some small money."

The administrative districts of the Jin Dynasty are currently managed at the three levels of road, state, and county, with five capitals and twenty-one roads.

The Shangjing and Xijing of the Five Capitals overlapped with those of the Liao Dynasty. Zhongjing Dadingfu became Nanjing Dadingfu, and Tokyo Huanglongfu became Zhongjing. At the same time, Pyongyang of the Koryo Kingdom was set as Tokyo.

That is to say, compared with the heyday of the Liao Kingdom, the territory of the Jin Kingdom today roughly overlaps. The fourteen prefectures of Yanyun are missing, and the Korean Peninsula is more. The land is actually much larger, but the population is far less.

According to the statistics at the beginning of the year, the total population of Wujing Road is less than four million, which is less than half of that of the Liao Kingdom in its heyday, and the Liao Kingdom is already a standard land and sparsely populated. .

Calculated in this way, the huge Jin Kingdom, in terms of population alone, is the ordinary road of Dayan, but the living conditions are still very different.

Hearing about Song Jiang's way of making money, Wanyan Hunchu immediately showed a fiery look: "We Han people are capable. If General Song can take our brothers with us, we will take good care of General Song!"

"Haha... easy to say! easy to say!"

Looking at this enthusiastic face, Song Jiang was slightly in a daze while talking perfunctorily.

When they first came to the Kingdom of Jin, the guard at that time was Wanyan, who had been dismissed. Song Jiang wanted to try to bribe him, but what he faced was unwavering patriotic enthusiasm.

He still remembers that night, when Wanyan Hunchu reported his affairs to the higher authorities, a group of golden men came to arrest him, Li Kui, Mu Hong and others all put on a posture, ready to fight to the death, and only a few golden men could be killed. Fortunately, Zhang Dun stepped forward and calmed down the situation...

Song Jiang felt unbelievable about this. He was too familiar with bribery as a junior official. How terrible?
As a result, the other party not only took the initiative to ask for it, but also wanted to get involved in the business he handled in Pyongyang...

"The court of the Jin people is the same as the court of Song!"

With a mood of not knowing whether it was sadness or joy, Song Jiang took a deep breath after dealing with Wanyan's greedy face, and walked in.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

During the process of bribing the gold man, the wooden fish inside kept beating rhythmically, and the sound of chanting scriptures continued. It was not until he walked in that the room gradually became quiet.

I saw a thin old man sitting on the mat with his eyes slightly closed. Not far away was a row of monks chanting scriptures, basically all Korean survivors.

At this moment, the monks stopped, put their palms together, looked at their noses, noses, and hearts, and did not get up to avoid it. The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked over.

The two sides looked at each other, and Song Jiang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

This pair of old and cloudy eyes, but still determined, is still Zhang Gong in his heart!
Zhang Dun observed Song Jiang and asked, "Gong Ming, Mr. Mu..."

Song Jiang nodded sadly: "Just died of illness."

Zhang Dun sighed softly: "The dead are gone, what we can do for the living is to let them die well!"

Song Jiang nodded firmly, his heart was completely at ease, he sat in front of Zhang Dun, and deliberately swept away the monks beside him.

From his point of view, the outside of the courtyard is guarded by Wanyan Hunxu, while the inside of the courtyard are these eminent monks as eyeliners, so speaking is naturally restricted, and one must choose every word carefully.

Zhang Dun didn't mean to avoid it. After asking about the recent situation, he talked about Buddhism: "I met Zen Master Zhiqing a month ago, the former abbot of Daxiangguo Temple. Today, he is teaching the Dharma in Jinjing. His tongue is shining like a lotus flower. There are a large number of people going to the venue.”

Song Jiang replied: "This is an eminent monk, why did you come to the Kingdom of Jin?"

Zhang Dun said: "I'm afraid it has something to do with the selection of monks in Dayan. Once every three years, the three-part examination is based on the law of the scriptures. It also stipulates the number of disciples that monks can save. It also prohibits monks and nuns from coming and going with court dignitaries, and requires monks and nuns to worship their parents according to the custom. And perform funerals..."

"All kinds of behaviors have brought the Buddhist temple back to its former grandeur. I heard that some monks proposed to pay taxes to relax the restrictions on disciples, and asked for a new certificate from the imperial court to accept disciples legally..."

Song Jiang knew that there was something in Zhang Dun's words, so he listened very carefully, but he was a little surprised when he heard that the system of the new dynasty restricted the acceptance of Buddhist disciples: "In this way, the value of the degree will drop greatly, and the life of a monk will be sad... ..."

His biggest impression of Buddhism is that Du Yi can exonerate the heroes of the Jianghu. He once wanted to prepare a few copies to make friends with those loyal people who were forced to go nowhere by the court laws. position.

Zhang Dun nodded lightly: "It's not only Dayan who suffered the disaster, but also a Taoist named Lin Lingsu who was favored by the gold master. He used strange methods to confuse Shangxin, was aggressive towards Buddhist temples, burned scriptures, and forced monks to return to vulgarity..."

A monk not far away clasped his hands together, showing a sad look, and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Song Jiang understood the matter, but he didn't understand why the old prime minister said this to himself. Could it be that he wanted to win the monk's support?

It wasn't until Zhang Dun spread out a piece of paper in front of him, picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on it, that Song Jiang's pupils suddenly dilated: "The fall of the Jin people began with the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism!"

(End of this chapter)