Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 226 Night Talk 1
"Wang Canjun!" Liu Rengui said with a smile: "I remember that there are many Baekje surrenders under your command, and now is your chance to make meritorious service!"

"For the matter of recruiting and accepting rebels, the general thought that it would be better to use the name of the governor of Fuyulong!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "After all, he is the governor of the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion, the king of Baekje County, and his name is justified! "

Hearing Wang Wenzuo's words, everyone showed ambiguous smiles on their faces. So far, the only job of the supreme commander of the Baekje Tang Army in name is to make clay sculptures and wood sculptures. , Down to the big soldiers, no one took this Baekje County King seriously. If Wang Wenzuo hadn't mentioned it suddenly, everyone might have forgotten that there is such a character.

"Alright, just do as Sanlang said!" Liu Renyuan suppressed his smile and tried his best to look dignified, but he couldn't control himself in the next second: "It took a lot for the imperial court to send him from Chang'an." With a lot of effort, I can't do nothing every day and just lie in the tent and sleep!"

There was a roar of laughter, and Wang Wenzuo looked back with some guilt. Just seven or eight steps away, Fu Yulong was riding a yellow puma, looking into the distance, and did not look this way.Wang Wenzuo suddenly thought about how he would feel if he and Fu Yulong changed places, and finally found that if he was in his place, the only thought was to hope that those who laughed would fall off their horses and break their necks.

The night was falling, and the night had fallen, dyeing all the flags black.Tang Junjun's camp is located between the Xiongjin River and the pipeline, stretching for several miles.Among the many tents and trees, it is very easy to get lost.Sure enough, after passing through more than a dozen tents, Wang Wenzuo suddenly found himself lost.He looked around, but did not see Sancho, only fireflies scurrying among the tents, like wandering stars, smelling the aroma of roasted garlic sausage, spicy and delicious, making his empty stomach hungry.He heard someone singing Northwest tunes in the distance, and farther away, a veteran was demonstrating to four or five recruits how to use a spear to block and charge, his bare upper body was dripping with sweat.

No one looked at him, no one came to talk to him, no one noticed him, in a camp of 5000 people, and at this moment, he was alone.

"Wang Canjun! Your Majesty!!"

A few minutes later, Wang Wenzuo heard Sancho's hoarse voice, and he responded. A moment later, he saw Sancho's panic-stricken face.

"Master, where have you been just now! You scared me to death!" Sancho just complained a few words, and then realized that he was blaming Wang Wenzuo, so he knelt down and kowtowed: "Mr. I mean, I just couldn't find you all of a sudden, I was terrified!"

"Get up!" Wang Wenzuo stretched out his hand and pulled Sancho up from the ground: "I don't blame you, just now I was walking and thinking about things, and when I looked up, I realized that I was lost. It's not your fault!"

"It's not a small mistake. Fortunately, it's in your own camp. If you make a mistake outside, you can't make up for it if you die a hundred times!" Sancho confessed.

Listening to Sancho's chattering confession, Wang Wenzuo was suddenly a little bored, and he decided to divert Sancho's attention: "I'm a little hungry, what's for dinner?"

Hearing the dinner, Sancho immediately became excited: "Don't worry, sir, that boy Yuan Fei just sent someone to send a skinned roe deer, saying that he got it from the cover he set up the day before yesterday. After you go back, wash it first." Put your face on, I'll have someone clean it up right away, and I'll have meat to eat right away!"

"It's really a blessing to have roe deer meat!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "When tens of thousands of troops came, the soil was leveled three feet, and he was able to catch the roe deer, so Yuan Fei really has a knack for it."

"This is his job!" Sancho had completely forgotten the annoyance just now, he held a torch to light the way for Wang Wenzuo with a smile, and said with a smile: "If he doesn't have this ability, how can he raise Wang Wenzuo alone? Have him and his two younger sisters alive? They have already been sent to the mountains to worship the gods!"

Wang Wenzuo nodded silently. Of course he knew what Sancho meant by "sending offerings to the gods in the mountains". He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sangqiu, is there a lot of offerings to the gods you said just now?"

"It depends on the situation!" Sancho said with a nonchalant expression: "When the times are good, there are not many, and even if there are, most of them are given to the elderly; when the times are bad, there are many, and there are old people and children. , not only sent to the mountains to worship the gods, but also sent to the river, after all, there are gods everywhere, only when sacrifices are offered, the gods will bless you, and there will be a good harvest in the coming year—”

As Sancho spoke, he found no echo behind him. When he looked back, he found Wang Wenzuo's face was livid, his brows were tightly frowned, and he looked like he was holding back his anger. He was startled, and hurriedly whispered: "Forgive me, sir. Those words just now are all nonsense, don’t take it to heart—”

"Sangqiu, you did nothing wrong, so you don't need to apologize to me!" Wang Wenzuo took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "But there is one thing I must tell you, no matter what god, if it wants to use the life of a living person As a sacrifice, then he is not a true god, but an evil spirit!"

"Evil ghosts?" Sancho looked at Wang Wenzuo with some confusion: "But in Baekje, there are too many such gods. Are they all evil ghosts?"

"Is that done in the Buddhist temple?"

"That's not true! The monks don't need human sacrifices!"

Wang Wenzuo breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Buddhism at that time was invincible in Northeast Asia for a reason. Compared with the primitive religions of Japan, Silla, Baekje, and Goguryeo, Buddhism had great progress in all aspects.For example, even if they are both psychoactive opiates, there is a difference between marijuana and heroin.

"So the ones enshrined in the monastery are not evil spirits, you just need to worship more Bodhisattvas in the future!"

"Your Majesty is right to say so!" Sancho did not insist on his own belief, or he had not yet formed the concept of religious belief in his mind: "I will immediately call the children in the territory after I go back. No one is allowed to send people into the mountains to worship the gods, if anyone dares to send them, his whole family will have to get out of my territory!"

Seeing Sancho's seamless transition from a domestic slave to a feudal landlord, Wang Wenzuo was also a little dumbfounded.But what Sancho did was taken for granted at the time, and there was no personal freedom of belief in ancient society.Whether it is the rulers of the ancient East or the ancient West, they all believe that the belief of the subjects belongs to the power of the ruler. Simply put, you have to believe what the ruler tells you to believe. Those who dare not listen are served by swords, fire, and crosses, like What Sancho said about the whole family being expelled from the territory was already very gentle.

(End of this chapter)