Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 65
"Amitabha, come back to life!" There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, Huicong handed the soup bowl to others to feed him the soup, clasped his hands together and thanked Liu Chongguang, Liu Chongguang looked up and down, and suddenly asked: "Dare to ask, Which monastery are you a Zen master?"

Huicong glanced at Liu Chongguang, and replied cautiously: "The poor monk is Huicong from Dinglin Temple!"

"Ah, it turns out to be an eminent monk of Dinglin Temple!" Liu Chongguang slapped his thigh, which surprised him: "In Xialiu Chongguang, for generations, statues have been made for the temple!" Ta told the other party about the sacrifice to the undead, and finally said: "The Zen master is also invited to go, so don't refuse!"

"This is the job of poor monks!" Huicong agreed generously, and then he asked in a low voice, "It's just where do you have so many people?"

"No problem!" Liu Chongguang took out a waist card and waved it in front of Huicong: "It was given to me by General Tang Ren. Anyone who is willing to contribute to the construction of the pagoda will be given cakes and hot soup!"

"General Tang Ren allowed you to build a pagoda to appease the dead, and would you still provide food?" Huicong couldn't believe his ears: "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true. Is there a badge to prove it?" Liu Chongguang handed the badge to Huicong. Back to Liu Chongguang: "Since this is the case, let's do it quickly!"

Wang Wenzuo took the torch from Shen Faseng and inserted it into the woodpile. The fish oil burned immediately, and the dry grass also ignited flames the next moment. Small flames shot out from all over the woodpile, climbing among the branches and leaves.Wang Wenzuo took a step back to avoid the scorching breath coming towards him.

"Crossing in the same boat, fighting side by side! Losing you today is heartbreaking! When I return to my hometown in full clothes, I will definitely bring back my bones, bury them in my hometown, and be neighbors with my ancestors! The soul is back!"

"The soul is back!"

Wang Wenzuo's voice was high-pitched and sad, and everyone echoed in unison, attracting Baekje people who were building a pagoda not far away to stop and watch. They knew that those Tang people were also cremating Paozhe who died in battle. The grief of the companions is the same, and the hatred in their hearts is still undiminished, but they gradually understand that the other party is not a man-eating monster with a green face and fangs, but a person with flesh and blood like himself.

After Huicong recited the "Sutra of Rebirth" and "Diamond Sutra" in front of the simple pagoda, and saved the souls of the dead, he asked Liu Chongguang beside him: "Benefactor Liu, the poor monk has a merciless request!"

"Zen Master, please speak!"

"Based on what the poor monk saw, you are quite talkative in front of that general from the Tang Dynasty. Can you inquire for me and how to deal with us, so that you can be prepared!"

"This——" Liu Chongguang opened his mouth. Of course, he knew that this request was a little too much. In Wang Wenzuo's eyes, he was just a craftsman, so he didn't have any weight.

"Liu benefactor, this poor monk also knows that this matter is very difficult, but it is thousands of lives!" Seeing this, Huicong hurriedly emphasized: "Everyone has parents, wives and children, and they look forward to their death at home." Come back!"

Huicong's last words broke Liu Chongguang's defense, he gritted his teeth: "Forget it, I will risk my life to ask a question for Zen Master!"

The fire has gradually extinguished, and the soldiers covered their mouths and noses with white cloths used iron hooks to push away the ashes, and put the remaining white bones into earthen jars. These earthen jars will be written with names according to the iron nameplates on the corpses. Transported back to the hometown of the deceased for burial.And Wang Wenzuo stood by the fire, watching all this in person.

"Lang Jun!"

"Sancho, what's the matter?"

"The coppersmith wants to see you!" Sancho whispered: "The older one!"

Wang Wenzuo did not speak, he stared at the fire until the last pile of bones was put into the clay pot.

"Take him to my tent!"

The curtain was lifted, Wang Wenzuo raised his head and turned around, only to see Liu Chongguang coming in, bowing his head deeply.Due to the busy day and night, he looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets and bloody hands.Sancho followed him, and the air in the tent seemed to freeze.

"Has the pagoda been repaired?"

"It's all ready!" Liu Chongguang didn't dare to raise his head: "The monks also sang scriptures and sent Buddha away to comfort the dead!"

"Very well, Sancho said you have something to see me?"

"Yes!" Liu Chongguang swallowed, feeling his mouth was dry, knelt down and kowtowed twice: "How do you plan to deal with those prisoners?"

"Who asked you to ask?" Wang Wenzuo's eyes showed coldness: "Don't try to trick the past, you won't be so bold as to take risks for a group of strangers!"

Liu Chongguang licked his chapped lips. He could feel the tremendous pressure on him from the man in front of him, like mercury pouring down from all directions, making it hard to breathe.

"That's the monk, isn't it?"

Before getting confirmation from Liu Chongguang, Wang Wenzuo made a gesture, and Sancho walked out of the tent, and escorted Huicong back after a while.

"You asked Liu Chongguang to ask me?" Wang Wenzuo put his elbows on the table, resting his chin with both hands, staring at Huicong: "Why did you do that?"

Huicong glanced at Liu Chongguang, the man was kneeling on the ground like a puddle of mud, but there was no sign of being tortured on his body - but maybe it was unnecessary.He nodded: "Yes, it is the poor monk. Everyone wants to know their future, and I am no exception!"

Wang Wenzuo nodded: "That's right, but you are an outsider, what does the world have to do with you? It's a good life and practice, why do you want to be a thief!"

The corners of Huicong's mouth turned up slightly, showing a hint of sarcasm: "Your army destroyed my king's capital and killed my people. Although the poor monk is a foreigner, the food in his mouth and the clothes on his body are not donated by the people of Baekje. Is there any reason to just sit back and watch others do what they want?"

The tent was terribly quiet. Wang Wenzuo heard a slight rattling sound, but he saw that it was caused by Liu Chongguang's teeth chattering in fright. He motioned Sancho to take him out of the tent, and said with a smile: "Since ancient times, the two countries have fought against each other. Killing is inevitable. But you are an outsider after all, and it is not an option to continue like this, so, if you promise me not to be a thief again, I will let you go!"

"You let me go?" Huicong couldn't believe his ears: "Really?" He knew that he had said something wrong as soon as he said it. At this time, there were only Wang Wenzuo and himself in the account, and there was no need for the other party to lie to him .

"Of course it's true. In fact, it doesn't matter if you lie to me. There are rebels everywhere in Baekje right now, and there are not many of you!"

Huicong was not surprised when he heard this, but instead showed a wry smile: "To tell the truth, the general, in fact, the poor monk is no longer able to follow the thief!"

"What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)