Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 588 Enemy or Friend
It snowed in the capital in November, but it was much gentler than in the fandi.

There is an open platform on the top of the towering palace, from where you can overlook most of the capital.

Two brocade stools of the same height were placed side by side, and the young Emperor Jiaqi was sitting upright on them.

Today is the first day of the new year, the day when Prime Minister Zhang Fengyue gives him lessons.

"Teacher, there is still no clear result on the matter of Fandi. It has been delayed for so long. Is it because those lamas have no respect for the law, or is it because Liu Jinxun is incompetent?"

The little emperor spoke first, and for the first time ever he showed concern for the new policy.

"Liu Jinxun is not incompetent. On the contrary, he is the only one who can do this."

Zhang Fengyue did not completely sideline the emperor as rumored by the outside world, only passing on the Four Books and Five Classics in an attempt to brainwash the emperor into a Confucian puppet. Instead, he patiently explained the progress of the current new policy.

"But the Fandi Buddhism is a cancer growing on the empire. If we want to remove it without breaking any bones, it is a delicate job. We can't be impatient."

"When I learned that you, Sensei, had decided to punish these barbarians, I went to learn about the current situation of the Fandi."

The little emperor was furious and snorted, "They call themselves gods and Buddhas, despise the imperial court, and bully the people. These people really deserve to die!"

"Your Majesty is so compassionate and kind, and can sympathize with the suffering of the people. It is a blessing for the people of Fandi."

Zhang Fengyue had a smile on his face and his tone was filled with relief.

Seeing this, the young emperor felt a little courageous and said in a heroic tone: "In fact, I think we have to deal with them as soon as possible, even if the empire has to pay some price. On the contrary, such a hesitant behavior makes people think that the empire is really helpless against them.

The little emperor smiled and said, "Teacher, why don't we let Senior Brother Yi Zheng take charge of the affairs of the Fandi? We can also let him take this opportunity to accumulate more merits so that he can be promoted to the cabinet as soon as possible and help you share more of the work."

"The Ming Empire is yours. It is up to you, Your Majesty, to decide who to choose and who to employ."

Zhang Fengyue's tone suddenly became stern: "But Zhang Siyuan is still too naive and immature, and his behavior is absurd. He is not fit for important tasks. The situation in the aboriginal land is complicated, and he cannot handle it with his current temperament and ability. It is too early for him to join the cabinet."

"It's the students who didn't think it through."

The little emperor was startled and quickly stood up from the brocade cushion, bowed to Zhang Fengyue, and changed the subject.

"Teacher, can you tell me what makes the situation in Bandi so complicated?"

Zhang Fengyue nodded and asked, "Your Majesty, you said before that you knew about the situation in the Fan land. So, may I ask what you saw in the Fan land?"

"stupid."

At this moment, it is teachers and students teaching each other, not the emperor and his ministers discussing music.

As a student, the little emperor stood properly, looked solemn, and gave his answer concisely.

Zhang Fengyue did not comment, "But in the eyes of this old minister, the first thing I saw was the word 'wisdom'."

"Fanatical beliefs fool people's minds, so how can there be any wisdom?" The little emperor looked puzzled.

"The Buddhist order of the Fandi people clung to the barren and cold plateau, and chose not to touch the rich and prosperous Central Plains. Instead, they chose to continue to expand to the southwest of India. After hundreds of years, they built a population base that was impenetrable and as stable as Mount Tai. This was wise."

"The Fandi Buddhist Order keeps a low profile and rarely participates in the open and secret struggles between the various orders in the empire. They do not make enemies with outsiders, so they are naturally immune to invasion. Because they know very well that the fanaticism they maintain with fear can easily be shattered by more brutal violence, especially the martial order that was rampant back then. This is self-awareness."

"The Daoist order built the 'Huangliang' and led to reforms and improvements throughout the empire. The originally conservative Fandi Buddhist order chose to actively cater to it at that time, and almost completed the update of technical methods at the same time as the Han Buddhist order. This is a clear trend."

Zhang Fengyue said seriously: "These three points are enough to be called 'wisdom'."

Emperor Jiaqi asked in confusion: "Since the foreign Buddhist order is so difficult to deal with, why did the teacher choose to open the situation with them?"

“Good fortunes are often accompanied by misfortunes, and misfortunes are often accompanied by good fortunes.”

"Tyranny and fanaticism can consolidate one's position, but the barbarians who are in shackles have lost the possibility of breaking the shackles and advancing to the rank, resulting in the barbaric Buddhist rank having a vast base, but the reality is that talent is scarce."

"Being low-key can keep you away from external struggles, but if conflicts cannot be diverted, internal strife will only intensify. The new followers only fight among themselves and not outside. There are only a few mountains in their eyes, so naturally they have less awe."

"Learning skills and methods can help you get ahead quickly, but if you blindly pursue temporary convenience, learn the superficial aspects without learning the essence, and know the results but not the reasons, you will end up on a wrong path that you cannot turn back from, and regret it for the rest of your life."

"First 'wisdom' and then 'foolishness', this is the complete story."

Emperor Jiaqi still frowned: "But teacher, don't the Fandi Buddhists understand these principles?"

"Of course I understand, otherwise the three foreign Buddhas, Sangyanlingkapo, Baima Shiyi and Dazhao Longsheng, would not have done such a thing as draining the pond to catch fish and drinking poison to quench thirst."

Zhang Fengyue said calmly: "In their eyes, the sequence is the foundation that maintains everything. If there is a problem with the foundation, it is tantamount to having a terminal illness. When a person is about to die, it is not because of good words, but endless despair and madness."

The little emperor swallowed his saliva. Although he was in the warm palace, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Teacher, since they are crazy now, we can just sit back and watch them destroy themselves. Why bother to provoke them?"

"Only crazy people will not follow the rules. In order to survive, they will pull out many people who are hiding from the dark."

Zhang Fengyue smiled and said, "I just want to see how many monsters and demons are hiding under that snowy area."

"So that's it."

The little emperor nodded, not quite understanding, "So the teacher's idea is to lure them out and then catch them all in one fell swoop?"

"It hasn't come to that yet. We just want to take a look at everyone's financial situation first. After all, it would be too unfair if we were always in the light and they were in the dark."

The little emperor frowned, his expression serious, as if he wanted to follow his teacher's thinking.

But to really understand the meaning of Zhang Fengyue's words is still a little too difficult for him now.

"Who are the teachers?"

After searching over and over again and still unable to find the answer, the little emperor could only ask with a shameful look on his face.

Zhang Fengyue asked with a smile: "Then I will test Your Majesty, who do you think they are?"

"Since there are problems with the Tibetan Buddhist preface, there is no reason why the Chinese Buddhist preface can remain unscathed."

The little emperor pondered for a moment and said, "So it seems that Han Chuanfu Xu is standing by and watching, but it will end sooner or later!"

"good."

Zhang Fengyue asked: "Your Majesty, do you think that the Han people are enemies or friends to the Fan people?"

"enemy!"

The little emperor did not hesitate.

"Why? Your Majesty, you should know that they are likely facing the same dilemma now. If they continue to fight among themselves at this time, it will only benefit others."

"There has always been a grudge between the two parties. The contradiction was already very obvious during the time of the previous emperor. If they really share the same hatred and a common enemy, then I'm afraid you, teacher, would not easily point the spearhead at Sangyan Temple."

"And a predicament that can be called a 'terminal illness' must be very serious. If Fan Chuan had found a way to save himself, he would never have handed it over to Han Chuan so easily."

"Han Chuan can be exchanged for benefits."

"If I were Lingapo, I would ask these Han Buddhists to be my guardian deities. Don't they believe in 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' Then let them use their lives to exchange a bright future for their disciples."

The little emperor raised his eyebrows with disdain on his face: "But with the personalities of these Buddhists, they will definitely not do anything to sacrifice themselves for others. So they must be enemies!"

Zhang Fengyue hummed, "The analysis is barely reasonable and well-founded. Han Chuan is one of them. Are there any others?"

"besides."

The little emperor fell into long contemplation.

Zhang Fengyue on the side was not in a hurry. He looked far to the southwest with a deep gaze.

"Confucian order. That's nonsense. Military order? There's no need to say more about that. They all follow the lead of Confucian order. As long as the teacher gives the order, it won't be a problem for Liu Tao to move the headquarters to the foreign land.

"The Dao Sequence is already busy with its own affairs, so there is no reason for them to get involved. But who else could it be besides these Sequences?"

The little emperor muttered to himself, constantly denying his own guess.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and his expression was shocked.

"Teacher, there is also the Yin-Yang Sequence!"

The words were firm and resolute, revealing a strong sense of confidence.

Zhang Fengyue retracted his gaze and turned around to ask: "What's the reason?"

"The Yin-Yang Order has never recovered since it was abandoned by the Dao Order. Many people chose to leave their hometowns and go to barren lands overseas. But I know that among the Yin-Yang Order that stayed in the empire, there is a force called the 'Eastern Palace' that has been looking for opportunities for revenge."

"How does this relate to what happened in the Banchi?"

"Teacher, you mentioned earlier that the Fanchuan Buddhist Sequence was led astray by studying the 'Huangliang'. Since it is related to the 'Huangliang', it must be closely related to the Dao Sequence and the Yin-Yang Sequence."

The more the little emperor analyzed, the more confident he became.

"The Daoist Order is busy fighting among themselves right now. As soon as Ge Fenghuo of Gezhao Mountain left, the head of Maoshan Mountain went to Longhu Mountain. Looking at this situation, Qingcheng Mountain and Yongle Palace will probably not lag behind." "Since the Daoist Order can't spare the energy to take advantage, Yinyang Order, with its small family and business, will definitely not miss this opportunity and must get some benefits from Fanchuan Fo Order."

"You have been able to deduce this far. It seems that your mathematical skills have improved a lot during this period of time, Your Majesty."

A rare smile of approval appeared on Zhang Fengyue's face.

“It all depends on the teacher’s hard work.”

The little emperor blinked his eyes. "In fact, if we use tricks, Wu Xu and Mo Xu should also be among the answers."

"You mean Li Jun's group? They don't count."

Zhang Fengyue shook his head: "Moxu has trapped itself in a cocoon, and now it has no sharp teeth to fight with outsiders. The once glorious Wuxu has only one Tianque left. But even though Wuxu has declined to this point, in the eyes of some people, they are still a rare delicacy. How long they can continue to exist is unknown."

The little emperor looked embarrassed, "Then I don't know who else to choose."

"Your Majesty's answer is incomplete, but being able to guess the Yin-Yang sequence is already commendable. Let's stop here for today's lesson."

Zhang Fengyue stood up from the brocade stool and said, "For the next lecture, I plan to focus on the Fandi and help Your Majesty find all the answers step by step. This method should allow Your Majesty to be promoted faster."

"Thank you teacher."

Emperor Jiaqi behaved like a disciple, his tone full of gratitude and heartfelt respect.

In the ruins of a temple located at the border of Fandi Yumo and Canglan, Dunzhu was fighting with a Buddhist who was no smaller than him.

In the distance, Li Jun was yawning out of boredom.

Lord Ma was sitting in the middle of a pile of corpses, his shoulders folded, his red eyes dull and lifeless, and it was unknown where in the ghost world his mind had wandered.

Blood splattered on the snow, forming eye-catching blood flowers.

A wooden pillar as thick as a wrist was swung at Dunzhu's shoulder. The scattered wood chips passed in front of his eyes and cut bloody wounds on his cheek.

Dunzhu looked ferocious, and completely ignoring the severe pain in his shoulder, he rushed forward and swung out a powerful whip-kick straight towards the opponent's head.

The Buddhist monk who was fighting with him was also good at close combat. He put his left hand beside his ear to block the incoming whip kick, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to grab Dunzhu's neck, with his right toe already raised quietly.

As long as he succeeds in grabbing the opponent, he will follow up with a fierce knee strike.

Dunzhu's thick eyebrows knitted together, and at the critical moment he took a deep breath, exerted force on his back muscles, and his body tilted back a few points.

The monk's left hand missed, and his fingertips just brushed across Dunzhu's throat, and a line of blood emerged.

Before Dunzhu, who had escaped the danger, could catch his breath, his opponent's modified body pounced on him without stopping, leaped up, and kicked him in the air on his raised arms.

The enormous force knocked Dunzhu back repeatedly, and his two arm bones felt a sharp pain as if they were broken.

The monk had a ferocious look on his face and chased after him, punching out continuously with his fists.

The dull thud of fist bones colliding became one in the ruins, violent to the extreme.

The monk let out a hysterical roar during the violent attack, as if he wanted to vent his inner frustration and despair in this way.

To him, everything that happened today was simply a nightmare.

He had just entered the sequence and had not had the time to enjoy the luxurious life of being supported by thousands of Buddhist slaves when the Zhangzhung Temple to which he belonged suffered an unexpected disaster.

A Ming man attacked his own temple for no reason.

From the temple master to the novice monk, everyone from top to bottom was slaughtered, leaving only himself.

Just when he thought that the devil was merciful and wanted to give him a chance to live, he was caught in his hand and looked at him from side to side like an animal.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the other party treated him as a carefully selected fighting dog.

What made him even more unacceptable was that his opponent was actually a Buddhist slave as lowly as an ant!

There is no way to survive and I am being humiliated like this.

Thinking of this, the monk became more and more angry, and his attacks became more and more brutal.

I was determined to kill this smelly guy before I was killed!

He was so caught up in his madness that he didn't notice that the Buddha slave in front of him had a calm and composed look in his eyes hidden behind his arms.

Like a wild beast lying in wait patiently, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

"Oh, it seems I'm a little late."

Suddenly, a clear voice with a smile came from outside the ruins.

Li Jun, who was originally drowsy, opened his eyelids and looked in the direction of the sound.

A simple and honest smiling face was facing him from ten feet away.

The owner of the smiling face was wearing a scholar's long gown and had a wooden hairpin picked up from somewhere inserted in his meticulously combed hair. At first glance, he looked like a poor scholar.

"This kid is really brave. He actually dares to come to us alone. Doesn't he know that we have been tricked by his father?"

The dull red eyes lit up, and the horse king's cold voice came out: "How about I kill him?"

Li Jun replied: "Don't worry, Zhang Fengyue's son shouldn't be so stupid, let's see what he wants to do first."

The two people's conversation was quite loud and was heard clearly by the scholar not far away.

Three eyes, two black and one red, looked him up and down repeatedly, making his hair stand on end.

The scholar, who had already prepared to take action, saw Li Jun raising his chin at him.

"Are you Zhang Siyuan?"

"That's right, you are Master Li Xin?"

Li Jun nodded. "You should be in the Nagqu Golden Temple now, right? What are you doing here?"

"I have nothing to do, so I go out for a walk."

Zhang Siyuan looked around at the ruins of the temples and asked, "How many have been demolished?"

"The fifth one."

"Great!"

Zhang Siyuan grinned, "But I'm not bad either. From here to the Golden Temple in Nagqu, I demolished all the Sangyan temples that were being rebuilt. That's five in total, so we're even."

Hearing this, Li Jun and Lord Ma looked at each other, both feeling equally confused.

Is there something wrong with this person's brain?

However, what Zhang Siyuan said should be true.

After all, these temples had been demolished by him before.

"Although there is a saying in our empire that a son must pay for his father's debt, you two shouldn't be taking your anger out on me, right?"

Zhang Siyuan met the strange looks from Li Jun and Ma Wangye and said with a smile, "Can you give me a chance to sit down and talk?"

Li Jun raised his hand and patted a piece of gravel beside him.

"I can give you a seat, but I'm afraid you won't dare to sit down."

"Why would you be afraid of that? Would a hero like Grandpa Su go back on his word?"

Zhang Siyuan lifted the front of his long gown, strode over, and actually sat down next to Li Jun.

"Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?"

Although Li Jun had killed so many Confucian scholars, this was the first time he had met such a person.

"It is said that Prime Minister Zhang only has you as his son. If I kill you, he will be very sad, right?"

"Sad? I don't dare to hope for that."

Zhang Siyuan shook his head. "Besides, in Confucianism, sons are the least valuable."

"You are different from those children of aristocratic families." Li Jun stared into the other person's eyes.

"That's definitely different. They are all filial sons and grandsons, gentle, respectful, frugal and modest. They would rather kill their brothers than disobey their father."

Zhang Siyuan nodded solemnly, "I should be considered a rebellious son."

(End of this chapter)