Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 586 God Doesn’t Give Me a Way
The snow was getting heavier, and the quarrels echoing over the Golden Temple in Nagqu continued.

It was still in the hands of that magnificent Buddhist temple. The two sides of the long table were at loggerheads, spitting everywhere, and the same words that had been repeated countless times were repeated over and over again. It was impossible to argue out a clear result.

These officials and monks know this very well, so you say your laws are majestic, and I say my Buddhist teachings are profound.

Everyone was talking at cross purposes, but the scene was quite lively.

As the main person in charge of the court's inspection of the aboriginal areas, Liu Jinxun was now reading a book leisurely in the temporary residence outside the city of Nagqu.

A lounge chair, a book, the fragrance of tea at hand, and snow dancing outside the window.

Liu Jinxun lived calmly and leisurely, but some people were restless and could no longer suppress their anxiety.

Zhang Siyuan walked in with a sullen face and sat down in the middle of the pile of books.

"Yi Zheng, what's wrong with you?"

Liu Jinxun looked at the young Confucian scholar who had said nothing since he stepped into the door, and took out the ancient book in his hand and asked a question even though he knew the answer.

"Sir, we have been staying in the Golden Temple of Nagqu for almost a month. How long do we have to wait?"

Zhang Siyuan was quite dissatisfied with the current meaningless negotiations.

In his opinion, the sacred mountain of Sangyan was within reach. Whether it was to capture or kill, once he reached the mountain, the Sangyan Buddha Lord Lingpa would naturally give him an answer.

There is no need to continue wasting time here with these foreign monks.

If we continue to drag our feet like this, when will we be able to complete the task assigned by the court?

In addition, Zhang Siyuan was even more worried that if this inspection ended up with big things being turned into small things and small things being turned into nothing, wouldn’t the majesty of the court become a joke?
Liu Jinxun laughed and joked: "It's only been a month, Yizheng, you can't stand it anymore?"

"Don't you understand what we are waiting for?"

Zhang Siyuan frowned and said in a cold voice: "The attitude of Sangyan Temple is very clear now. It is impossible for them to allow us to enter the deep mountains of Sangyan. It is even more impossible for Lingjia Po to come down the mountain to accept investigation. Since we can't reach an agreement, there is no need to talk anymore. If gentleness doesn't win gratitude, then we should use drastic measures!"

"So Yi Zheng, your idea is to force our way into the Sangyan Sacred Mountain and demand justice?" Liu Jinxun asked back.

"Yes."

Zhang Siyuan said bluntly: "With our current manpower, it is a bit difficult to attack the Sangyan Sacred Mountain. So I ask you to report to the cabinet and recruit at least one rank 4 or above who specializes in the two arts of "shooting" and "military" from each first-class family, enter the aboriginal land and flatten the Sangyan Temple!"

Liu Jinxun said softly, "Yi Zheng, the Confucian scholars who majored in the two arts of archery and imperial charioteering that you mentioned are the treasures that the various clans rely on to survive. Do you think they would be willing to give them up?"

"I eat the emperor's salary and I am loyal to him. If I don't obey the imperial court's order, then..."

There was a murderous look on Zhang Siyuan's brow, but he swallowed the cold words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Because he also knew that this was impossible.

"Not everyone is like you, taking the official robes seriously. In the eyes of some people, the court is just a business place for profiteering and a ladder for promotion, nothing more."

"It would be presumptuous to say that if there were no Confucian rules and regulations, the Ming Empire would have already ceased to exist."

Liu Jinxun sighed, looked at Zhang Siyuan, whose face was livid, and asked softly, "Have you read the court report issued by the cabinet a few days ago? How do you feel about it?
"seen it already."

Zhang Siyuan did not speak rashly, but suppressed the irritation on his face and respectfully bowed to Liu Jinxun as a disciple.

"I am a subordinate with limited knowledge, please enlighten me."

Seeing that he adjusted his mindset so quickly, Liu Jinxun couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes.

As the only son of Zhang Fengyue, the chief minister of the Ming Empire and leader of the Confucian New Donglin Party, Zhang Siyuan was able to run rampant throughout the empire.

If he insisted on attacking Sangyan Temple by force, even Liu Jinxun would have no choice but to let it go.

But since entering the aboriginal land, Zhang Siyuan has always adhered to the duties of a subordinate, behaved himself and obeyed orders.

The other party was able to endure until today to express his dissatisfaction, and did not do anything out of line in private.

In Liu Jinxun's opinion, this is already very difficult.

"From the contents of the court report and the information I have learned myself, the entire Dao order is now in chaos."

Liu Jinxun raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and sat up from the recliner.

"Of the two Taoist ancestral temples, one has been destroyed and disappeared into history. The other has fallen into decline and has become a delicacy in the eyes of countless people. Leaderlessness is the source of chaos. For other Taoist forces except Longhu Mountain, now is the best time to settle past grudges."

Liu Jinxun smiled slightly: "What's more, the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain holds a priceless treasure for all new sects. The old and weak carrying a large amount of money will naturally become the target of public criticism."

"You mean the 'Jia Zi Celestial Immortal'?" Zhang Siyuan seemed to be thinking about something.

"Yes."

Liu Jinxun nodded and said, "Back then, Zhang Xiji, who was the 'Zhang Tianshi' of Longhu Mountain, meditated on the Way of Heaven and created the 'Huangliang' technique for the new Taoist order, which was enough to change the times. He almost single-handedly helped the new Taoist order win the 'new vs. old dispute' and established the status of Longhu Mountain as the ancestral home of the Taoist sect."

"Of course, the idea of ​​comprehending the Way of Heaven is just for show. If the Way of Heaven really exists, then there is no need for us, the Confucian Order, to exist."

Liu Jinxun laughed and pretended to stand up.

Zhang Siyuan hurried forward to support him, and the two of them walked out of the room together.

At this time, there was heavy snow outside the door, and the distant mountains and nearby areas were all white.

"Until now, many people still don't know where Zhang Xiji got the 'Yellow Millet' from, but it is undeniable that he is the first person in the Dao Sequence in the past hundred years to be able to achieve this."

Zhang Siyuan stretched his hand out from the eaves, opened his palm to catch the falling snowflakes, and curled the corners of his mouth.

"If 'Huangliang' had not appeared, perhaps the empire would not have been in such trouble."

Liu Jinxun shook his head: "When we talk about the past from today's perspective, we cannot ignore the background of the time. For all parties at that time, 'Huangliang' was a hope and it was imperative."

"Why?" Zhang Siyuan looked puzzled.

He was not pretending to be confused to support Liu Jinxun, but he really didn't know the secret of the past.

In the eyes of outsiders, as the son of Zhang Fengyue, he must be well aware of the news of various forces.

But only Zhang Siyuan himself knew how distant and indifferent he was to his father, whom he admired as a great man.

They lack the normal father-son relationship, let alone talking about such things.

"Because Zhang Xiji claimed that what Heaven had bestowed upon him was not only the Yellow Millet, but also a divine will."

Liu Jinxun said solemnly: "God has made it clear that Huangliang's completion will be the beginning of Wuxu's decline.

"Is there anyone who would believe such mysterious talk?" Zhang Siyuan said disdainfully.

"The Wuxu scoffed at this, thinking it was just another clumsy trick to play with faith. On the contrary, Zhang Xiji's courage to say such words was seen as a naked provocation by them, so they naturally took ruthless actions against the New School Daoxu. It is also a pity to say that if Wudang had not stood in front of them, who knows how many people in the New School Daoxu would have died."

At this point, Liu Jinxun sighed.

"The world has suffered from Wuxu for a long time. If we can really end Wuxu's rule, even if it is a bubble, many people will not be able to resist participating in it."

Liu Jinxun smiled and said, "And this 'Zhang Tianshi' is really amazing. He not only invited all parties to participate, but also brought in some of the people from Mo Xu who always followed Wu Xu's footsteps. Such a skill is really admirable."

"so."

Zhang Siyuan asked, "Are you telling me this to remind me that the current situation is turbulent and it is not easy to act rashly?"

Liu Jinxun shook his head. "I want to tell you, Yi Zheng, if there is a heavenly order in the world, it is nothing more than the interests of human beings. The current chaos in the order of the world is caused by this. The situation we are facing now is the same."

Zhang Siyuan silently withdrew his hand, his face expressionless, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"There are six Buddhist temples, half of which are owned by Han and half by Fan. We prosper together and suffer together. But now the Han Buddhist temples are just sitting there watching us attack the Fan. Can you guess what they are thinking?"

"The attitudes of Dazhao and Baima in Fanchuan are ambiguous and their positions are wavering. They are both trying to take advantage of others' misfortunes and helping others in times of need. They are completely greedy and are taking advantage of others' misfortunes. But aren't they afraid that if Sang Yan really falls, it will be their turn next?"

"Sangyan Temple has been tough from the beginning to the end, and is still unwilling to give in. What are they thinking? Or what are they waiting for?"

Liu Jinxun turned his head and asked softly, "Do you have the answers to these questions, Yizheng?"

"I"

Zhang Siyuan's tone was stiff and he hesitated to speak.

"If the Prime Minister simply wanted to uproot the Sangyan Temple, vent his anger for the Liaodong Lu clan, and tell the world that the majesty of the head of the three religions cannot be challenged, then the one standing here today would not be you and me, but Lu Ning himself."

"Don't be impatient when playing chess. Only when you play back and forth can you succeed."

Liu Jinxun said: "We are now waiting for the other party to make a move. Once they move, they will reveal their flaws. Then we will have the opportunity to force them into a desperate situation step by step, and make their demise become the will of the people and the expectation of all. This is the art of numbers."

Zhang Siyuan was silent for a long time: "But he allowed others to fight back. Doesn't the Prime Minister ever worry about losing one day?"

"I don't know whether he has ever lost in his life, at least I haven't seen it."

The old man said calmly: "Even a rude man like Wu Xu, by the time he realized he was about to flip the table, the two legs under the table had already been quietly chopped off, and he could no longer stand up."

Under the eaves, the young scholar sighed silently.

Listening to others praising his father, he did not feel the slightest bit of pride in his heart. Instead, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Zhang Siyuan looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and a chessboard appeared before his eyes.

On one end was myself, and on the other was a figure taller than a mountain range.

Perhaps he intended to take this opportunity to explain everything at once. After seeing that Zhang Siyuan had given up the idea of ​​attacking Sangyan Temple, Liu Jinxun still did not end the topic.

"Yi Zheng, now that we have talked about others, let me talk to you about ourselves."

Liu Jinxun asked: “Do you know what happened recently in the New Donglin Party?

"I don't know." Zhang Siyuan was obviously absent-minded.

"Many second- and third-tier clan leaders have voluntarily retired and handed over their power to the younger generation of the clan."

Zhang Siyuan frowned: "It is human nature for the old to be replaced by the new, what's the problem?"

"If it were a peaceful time, there would be no problem. But now is a time of turmoil. How could those old men who have become spirits abdicate at this time?"

Zhang Siyuan raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "You mean, they were forced?"

Liu Jinxun did not give a direct answer, but instead said: "After a long period of separation, there will be unity, and after a long period of unity, there will be separation. This is an irrefutable truth. The New Donglin Party is a collection of the interests of our generation. Times have changed, and now, there will inevitably be people who think that the New Donglin Party is corrupt."

"Everyone says that among all the three religions and nine schools of thought, the Wushu sect has the heaviest murderous aura. But in my opinion, they are no match for us. The Wushu sect is just chaotic, while the Rushu sect is rebellious!"

Liu Jinxun stretched out a shriveled palm, and his fingers were as sharp as knives, and rolled them in front of Zhang Siyuan's eyes.

"Books can give you more courage than alcohol. If you drink too much alcohol, the worst that can happen is murder. But if you read too many books, you can rebel. Do you know why the rulers throughout history want scholars to follow the Four Books and Five Classics? It's because they are afraid that if they read too many other books, they will become rebellious."

"Party unity and the suppression of dissidents are the instincts engraved in the genes of Confucianism. If someone does not approve of the New Donglin Party, they will naturally try every means to overthrow it and replace it."

At this point, the internal and external troubles are clear.

Liu Jinxun believed that the other party could understand what he said.

He turned to look at Zhang Siyuan who was following him. He was wearing a simple green thick coat and gown. He had an ordinary appearance, with snow falling on his meticulously combed hair.

He does not have the heavy bookish and pedantic air, nor the arrogance and arrogance of a noble birth.

Judging from his appearance alone, Zhang Siyuan doesn't look like a Confucian scholar at all.

"Yi Zheng, your memory was sealed, and you lived as an ordinary person in the various states of the empire for ten years. You experienced all kinds of joys and sorrows in the world. After traveling thousands of miles, you were allowed to regain your identity and enter the sequence. This is the training of the Prime Minister. He did this so that you can remain calm when encountering things."

Liu Jinxun raised his hand and pointed to the snow-capped mountains in the distance that were almost touching the sky.

"Are there only three sacred Buddhist mountains in Fandi? There are far more! This vast land, which has been isolated from the empire for thousands of years, has bred a group of people who regard themselves as gods. They are far more cruel and ruthless than you can imagine. To be their enemy, we must be cautious at every step."

"grown ups."

Zhang Siyuan, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"But besides those high and mighty gods, there are many people living in dire straits."

He walked out of the eaves and let the heavy snow pour down on him.

"Have you heard the songs they sing? I have, they are very beautiful. But they only dare to sing to the grass and trees, to the mountain wind, and to the falling snow. They cannot sing to their families and lovers, because singing and laughing here is disrespectful to the gods, and the gods only want to hear their screams and cries."

“People’s hearts can be mean and low because of their own interests, but the lives of people born as slaves should not exist in this world.”

Zhang Siyuan's voice was low, but the light in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter.

"Sir, I have traveled thousands of miles, crossed mountains, and waded through rivers, but the people here have lived their entire lives in a world that is only a hundred miles in radius. Since the gods won't give them a way, let me lead them away!"

After saying these words, the man in the snow bowed to the person under the eaves and strode away.

Looking at the other person's back as he left, Liu Jinxun suddenly felt a sense of pride that he had not felt for many years.

But in the blink of an eye, it was wiped out by a heart that had become numbed by the political world.

After ten years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the hot blood.

This is Zhang Siyuan, not Liu Jinxun.

"You speak in such a flowery way that I always feel uncomfortable."

Zhang Siyuan paused, turned around, scratched his head and grinned.

"I have remembered everything you said. I will not interfere with your chess game with the Prime Minister. But if you don't overthrow these gods and mountains, I will no longer be named Zhang!"

Fandi Wusi Zangwei, deep in the Yumo area.

Large patches of Gesang flowers bloom in the cold air. This is the only flower that can survive on the western Tibetan Plateau and symbolizes love and auspiciousness.

Amidst the endless sea of ​​Gesang flowers lies a manor as large as a town.

Looking down from a high place, strong red and black colors can be seen everywhere in the manor, without many traces of the Buddhist culture.

There were very few people in the city, and there was an eerie atmosphere inside and out.

"He just told me that this is where the first demonic chaos occurred in the Yumo area."

On the distant hill, Zou Sijiu squatted on a monk's head and pointed at the manor in the distance.

"Buddha Mother Manor."

(End of this chapter)