Chapter 1266 1266: The first battle determines the southwest (3) [Please vote]
Qingshui Temple was built on the mountainside in the outskirts.
At first, it was just an abandoned nunnery hidden in the mountains and forests. Later, it was bought and renovated by Mrs. Cui, who used it to practice spiritual practice and adopt homeless women, children and abandoned babies. Some young people once thought that Qingshui Nunnery was the kind of nunnery that worshiped Buddha devoutly during the day and talked about romance with people at night. They regarded the bhikshuni in the nunnery as the nunnery who engaged in romance, and they actually went up to the mountain in the middle of the night to harass them.
In order to allow his mother-in-law to practice with peace of mind, Cui Zhi sent someone to take care of her.
But he soon realized that he was wasting his time.
His mother-in-law, who eats fasts and chants Buddha's name, is very cruel.
Caught the young man who tried to climb over the wall to treat the bhikshuni as frivolous, and ordered him to be executed, crippled and thrown out of the nunnery. The traces of time on the facial features did not make her mother-in-law look any kinder. She looked sideways at the people on the ground as if looking at a few lumps of breathing rotten flesh: "You should be lucky to meet the poor nun now. If it had been a decade or twenty years earlier, I would have You will be cut into pieces by five horses and thirty-six thousand pieces! 】
After several visits, Tianqing County knew that there was a nunnery where Rakshasa was in charge. Desperate women nearby came to seek refuge, and their husbands’ and natal families also had to consider whether they could offend them. An idiot dares to disturb a group of bhikkhunis doing their meditation.
Qingshui-an hardly entertains male guests.
The reason why I say almost is because when Cui Mi and Cui Xiong were young, they would visit their grandmother and stay for a few days. However, when they grew up to be teenagers, they stopped going there. Every time they came, they would meet their grandmother at the small house at the foot of the mountain to spend time together as a family.
Even Cui Zhi, the son-in-law, only went up the mountain three times, and each time he waited at the pilgrim tea house one mile outside Qingshui Temple. It was the fourth time he set foot on the road up the mountain. The man who couldn't lose his composure even if the sky and the earth collapsed, now lost his strength.
The footprints on the mountain road are messy, and all you can see are dead branches and leaves.
Continue walking along the mountain road up the mountain.
The only way to pass is cut off, and simple horse-proof stakes block the way.
Cui Zhi keenly noticed that there were bows and arrows aimed at his vital points secretly. He raised his hand and ordered his followers to stop: "Cui Zhishan, please come out and see the heroes. We have no ill intentions. This trip is to receive The female relatives of the Qing cultivators in the mountains came down and returned home, begging for accommodation. ”
Hearing the word "Cui", there was a commotion in the distance.
Not long after, more than a dozen heads emerged from the ground, behind trees, and beside rocks. They carefully observed and made sure that Cui Zhi had not overstepped his authority to attack, and then sent the chief officer out to negotiate with Cui Zhi. The manager looked at Cui Zhi's appearance with some hesitation and asked, "Are you... uncle?"
Coincidentally, the manager was the manager of Cui Zhi's brother-in-law's family.
Because Cui Zhi rarely showed up, the steward only saw him a few times.
Not sure, please check again.
Cui Zhi reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.
Since the brother-in-law is guarding this place, the mother-in-law on the mountain should be fine. The steward also put his hanging heart back to its original place, looked back and called others to move the horse-rejecting stakes away. Cui Zhi asked half of his entourage to stay in place to help defend, while the rest went up the mountain.
On the way, I asked the steward about the situation.
I was mainly scolding my brother-in-law.
Didn’t he long ago tell him to act according to the situation and take his family members to him or the Cui family mansion if something goes wrong? No matter how rough the waves are outside, I can always protect them. Cui Zhi rarely speaks harshly to outsiders, let alone his own family.
It can be seen that he is really angry this time!
The manager couldn't help but feel sorry for his parents.
It’s not that I don’t want to leave, but that I really can’t leave.
The government sent people to guard the main roads. No one could leave. Parents could only take the government route. However, before the results came out, the newly admitted woman in the nunnery suddenly fell ill. They carried the disease and infected several more people. In just two days, more than a dozen people fell down, and the remaining bhikkhunis were also panicked.
Getting sick is just a matter of sooner or later.
If they were ignored now, they would die.
"How come so many people are infected with the plague?"
The steward lowered his voice: "The situation was not good at the beginning of the year. Many families could not afford to eat one meal a day. The abbot of the nunnery asked people to donate food for two months. , then the nunnery ran out of food and had to stop, but the common people threw away all the burdens at home. "
The nunnery was crowded, and the plague sneaked in at that time.
With the abbot’s temperament, it is impossible to leave these people alone.
Although there were many people infected with the plague, the nunnery had a lot of medicinal herbs in stock and could barely hold on. As soon as the situation improved, another cultist riot broke out at the foot of the mountain, burning, killing and looting everywhere. The steward said with lingering fear: "I heard that the government was also smashed by them."
Cui Zhi asked about his brother-in-law's family again.
"The mistress and all the ladies were sent to a safe place. The parents were worried about the old lady, so they led people back to guard the nunnery..." The tired and old voice of the steward added a little subtlety. Choking with sobs, Cui Zhi thought of the arrangement at the foot of the mountain and involuntarily tightened the reins. An ominous premonition haunted his mind like a ghost.
“How is the abbot?”
“He passed away four days ago.”
The news hit him like a bolt from the blue.
There was a constant buzzing in his ears, and he almost didn't hear the steward say that Cui Hui rushed to see the abbot for the last time. While he was talking, the bleak Qingshui Temple appeared in his sight, and the side hall was decorated into a simple mourning hall. Cui Zhi staggered and almost tripped over the threshold, holding on to the doorframe before he could stand firm. Cui Hui didn't expect to see someone he shouldn't be here, and surprise appeared in his numb eyes.
"Kewu..."
His lips moved and spit out two words.
Cui Hui wears sackcloth and wears filial piety to keep vigil for his biological mother.
She has calmed down a lot in the past few days, and even Cui Zhi did not stop him from kneeling beside her: "Why did you run here?"
"I received news that Tianqing County was besieged, and I was worried about you and your mother. ...Why did my mother pass away? Was it because of the epidemic?" Cui Zhi couldn't help but ask about the cause of his mother-in-law's death. He just asked the steward, but the other person was also vague, so Cui Zhi could only ask Cui Hui.
He imagined many possibilities.
Maybe he died of illness, maybe his time has come...
"My mother was killed by a gangster."
Cui Zhi looked over suddenly.
“Where are the villains?”
Cui Hui’s numb eyes welled up with crystal clear tears: “The thugs heard that the nunnery had given alms and meals for two months and sheltered many refugees, so they thought that the nunnery had There is a surplus of food, and there are also gangsters who are fishing in troubled waters and are targeting the female relatives taken in the nunnery and bringing people to rob them."
As the abbot, the mother will not sit idly by.
The people in Souguang Temple only got a little food, and they suddenly became angry and wanted to kill people to vent their anger. His mother intervened to stop him, but the bandit leader was surprised that this old nun actually had good skills and could not kill the opponent after several rounds. In addition, there were people around him who had received a meal from Qingshui An, and he was worried that going on a killing spree would arouse public anger, so he thought of it. A compromise: [I have never studied, and I don’t know a few Chinese characters, but I have heard you bald donkeys talk about how Buddha cut meat to feed eagles... Hehehehe, it’s better to do this. If you commit suicide here, I will let everyone here go. …】
Naturally, the abbot would not agree.
The two sides clashed, and the abbot was injured while protecting his disciple.
Seeing that the abbot was injured, all the disciples in the nunnery resisted with all their strength until the villagers down the mountain who had been cared for by the nunnery came to help. These gangsters were originally a mob, relying on their numbers to dominate, so they retreated when they saw this posture.
The abbot was seriously injured and waited for Cui Hui for two days.
He hurriedly gave his last words and left.
Before he died, he did not forget to comfort his daughter, saying that he was mourning: "... two generations of your ancestors have been doing the work of robbing families and houses, and my mother has been stained with blood that she shouldn't have. This life should have been stained long ago." God's blessing... If you can live to this age, your children and grandchildren can enjoy the happiness of family... Hahaha, it's because God has no eyesight...]
Bandits are bandits.
There is no such thing as justice or injustice. She grew up in a bandit village, how can she know what is good and what is bad?
When she was young, she followed her father and killed many people. Some of these people were not innocent, but some were innocent. She didn't think much of it at the time, but when Jin Pen washed her hands, she got married and had children, and those seemingly ordinary scenes turned into nightmares that haunted her in her midnight dreams. On the one hand, I am lucky that I will be an exception, but on the other hand, I am worried that there will be retribution in the future. The days flew by until her daughter grew up and she almost forgot her fear. The bandits' stronghold was burned to the ground, and her children were displaced with her.
It's retribution.
People like her don’t deserve to die well.
When she hated Cui Xiao for deceiving and killing the whole village, wasn't she trying to evade her responsibility? Could it be that the daughter's misfortune and the death of her uncle and aunt in the village were retribution for the killings in the past? She should die to apologize, but she couldn't let go of her children.
Watching her children getting married and grandchildren being born one by one, the long-lost fear invaded her every nightmare again. She works hard to eat fast, chant Buddha's name, and do good deeds. She just hopes to offset even a little bit of her sins so that future generations can live a smooth and peaceful life. Seeing my daughter and son-in-law divorced, and my daughter wandering alone, I felt even more regretful.
This kind of thought haunted her and she couldn't get rid of it.
It was the evil retribution she committed back then that made her descendants miserable.
Cui Hui didn’t expect that his mother’s heart was so depressed, and she never let go of it for so many years. No, at least he was relieved before his death.
Although there were casualties in the nunnery, she managed to save most of it through her desperate efforts. The medicinal materials Cui Hui brought could save more lives, which would more or less allow her to forgive her blood debt. Cui Hui also whispered in his mother's ear over and over again: "That's enough, these are definitely enough to cleanse our family of their sins." If it's not enough, my daughter will save enough in the rest of her life... If my daughter's generation is not enough, we will still have grandchildren, and we will have great-grandchildren in the future... Children and grandchildren can always pay it back. 】
Cui Hui just said this because he wanted his mother to leave with peace of mind.
"Zhishan, this batch of medicinal materials, you..."
"Keep it, why did mother say this before her death?"
Cui Hui pursed his lips tightly.
It was not a trivial matter for her to remove the medicinal materials, and it was normal for Cui Zhi to argue with her, but now he said nothing, which made her at a loss what to do. Cui Zhi ordered people to get the written slips and the son-in-law's filial piety: "Besides these, did your mother have any other instructions before she died?"
Cui Huidao: "There are also some instructions."
Nothing more. Some blessings of peace and quiet.
Almost everyone was taken care of.
Including her father.
The whole day of vigil, Cui Hui asked Cui Zhi to eat something, and the couple sat outside the door of the side hall and looked at each other in silence. Cui Hui had many words brewing in his mind, and in the end he only had two dry sentences left: "The war is urgent, how can you, as the leader of the country and an important minister, stay outside? Just leave some people behind, I will keep an eye on you here... I have been delayed for a long time, It's not good for you or Cui..."
Cui Zhi burned the copied scriptures one by one.
“If it’s not good, then it’s bad.”
These words made Cui Hui suspect that the man next to him was fake.
She never dreamed that these would be words spoken by Cui Zhi himself.
Cui Zhi seemed unable to see the shock on her face: "When I heard the news, I was worried that something might happen to you. The medicinal materials will be gone if they are gone. If we have a big business, we can still raise money... You If it’s gone, can I ask my father-in-law and mother-in-law for another one?”
Cui Hui’s eyes looked like he had seen a ghost: “Cui Zhishan?”
Isn’t it someone who pretended to lie to her?
Cui Zhi looked at the scrolls and scriptures burning quietly in the charcoal basin, seeming to murmur, and seemed to say to Cui Hui: "That's it."
"Why is that?" Cui Hui was puzzled.
Cui Zhi did not explain to her.
On the second day, Cui Zhi had no intention of leaving.
From time to time, there were thugs at the bottom of the mountain who wanted to get close, but they were repelled by the private troops brought by Cui Zhi, and the mountain gained a long-lost peace.
On the morning of the third day, more than two thousand people gathered at the foot of the mountain.
And there are more and more trends.
When I inquired about the news, it turned out that the Eternal Life Cultists were working together to break into Tianqing County. The plague in Tianqing County spread to a large number of immortal believers. These people also heard that a large amount of medicinal herbs had been sent to the mountain a few days ago, so they sent people over to borrow the medicinal materials. Cui Zhi couldn't help but sneer.
"Borrowing? What kind of borrowing is this?"
Cui Hui brought the medicinal materials here with the intention of helping Tianqing County to help control the plague. As long as the medicinal materials can be used on ordinary people, I'm afraid I'm afraid these cultists will take it for themselves. She looked at Cui Zhi, who was full of anger, and persuaded: "There are not many people on the mountain who can be beaten. They are outnumbered. If they anger people, I'm afraid..."
If you can negotiate, try your best to negotiate.
Cui Zhi looked at his followers: "What did they say?"
These cultists were quite polite and sent people to negotiate seriously. Cui Zhi suppressed his anger and decided to meet him before talking.
"Let them disarm and go up the mountain."
Those who go up the mountain cannot be brave warriors.
It makes no sense whether the weapons of a brave warrior are surrendered or not.
Within half an hour, the cultist messenger was invited up the mountain.
“You are a guest who has come from afar.”
Cui Zhi sat outside Qingshui Temple to entertain guests at the teahouse and met each other. The person who came here was also a literary scholar, but his appearance was not that of a treacherous person. At a glance, he could be classified as an "honest person with good looks". His aura was calm and upright, and he could not produce any disgust. He doesn't look like a fool, so how could he believe in the Eternal Life Cult? Cui Zhi raised his hand and motioned for the other party to sit down.
“A cup of thin tea, sir, please don’t dislike it.”
The scribe sat down.
The opening was a simple greeting: "Don't you know your surname?"
"Cui."
The scholar said: "What a coincidence, my surname is also Cui."
Cui Zhi twitched his lips inwardly, thinking that the other party was just vulgar. To win over: "Not much to say, Cui does have a batch of medicinal materials in his hand. After discussing with his wife, he is going to use them to treat the plague in the country. If you want the medicinal materials, you will not agree, but if there are patients who need medicine, you can send them to them. Come on, Cui will treat everyone equally!”
It’s okay to treat illnesses, but you don’t need to borrow medicinal materials.
Who knows what these people did with their things.
The scribe did not expect Cui Zhi to be so easy to talk to, and his attitude was a bit softer: "Cui Jun Renyi, I would like to thank everyone in the army."
As he said that, his eyes fell on Cui Zhi The filial piety clothes on the body.
“Is there something going on at home?”
"My mother-in-law is newly deceased."
The scribe sighed: "I'm sorry, I don't know where Yue's spirit is. If it's convenient, I can go and burn incense and express my feelings."
Cui Zhiwu be opposed to.
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Who swallowed my manuscript.