Chapter 7 Dark Temple
After drinking the glutinous rice juice sent by Duman, Jisun felt much better.
At this time, the residents from the other four districts also arrived one after another to participate in the Spring Festival.
I didn't do a good job in honoring my grandson, and I don't want to cause any further complications.
Without saying hello to Zhang Hong and his son, they just let Zhang Chong and the others pull the wooden cart and leave.
In addition to the original twenty or so people wearing yellow scarves, there were also young people like Du Man and Zhang Dan who followed.
Zhang Hong twirled his beard and watched Ji Sun and the twenty or so people walking further and further away, his eyes flickering.
He somewhat respects this man, he is loyal and courageous, and he commits suicide to keep his promise, but he lives up to his heroic spirit.
Looking at his son, to put it bluntly, he has the eyes of a bee and the sound of a jackal, like a bird of prey, an owl, and a fierce dog.
It looked ferocious and cruel, but there was no pattern at all.
He has his own fortune-telling skills, and he knows how to protect his family business regardless of his skills and his willingness to fight bravely.
But it depends on whether there is a pattern, which determines the wealth and prosperity of a lifetime.
But this son can only make people fearful, but cannot be virtuous. In the end, he will become a dandy.
If this continues, whoever destroys my Zhang family will be here.
Thinking of this, he suddenly lost energy, asked people to greet Lang Tong and Liu Gong, and took his son back to the ancestral hall.
As for the Spring Festival in Wuli this time, just follow the script and do it in a hypocritical manner.
……
Here, Zhang Heizi was asleep on the wooden cart and followed everyone out of the house.
When they arrived at the horse post at the intersection, the packhorse of Ji Sun was still tied there.
Si Sun took half a copper coin from the horse's bag and handed it to Zhang Chong, who was walking in the front. It was heavy.
"Heizi, I will leave it to you to take care of him first. Find a safe place and have someone take care of him. When Heizi is well, let him go back to the mountains without involving you."
After saying that, he looked at Zhang Chong again. He was a little ashamed:
"You are right. If I had used Sun Wu's Art of War to control things today, how could this disaster have happened?"
After saying this, he bowed his head to Zhang Chong and called him his master for one day.
Zhang Chong quickly pulled up his beard:
"Brother, you are right. On the contrary, I took it for granted. Looking at Zhang Qiu's momentum, he will not allow us to adjust. He will definitely compete with swords in the second game. When the time comes, brother will definitely be placed in the top position. The third game. In this case, even if we can win, my second uncle will probably die under Zhang Qiu’s sword. So, this result is already the best.”
After hearing this, the second uncle who had been standing still was stunned and opened his mouth.
The bearded man was also stunned, stroking his beard and thinking, and suddenly laughed, but it hurt the wound again, so painful that he accidentally pulled out one of his beards.
He didn't show any pity either, and bowed to Zhang Chong again:
“Don’t dare to forget today’s teacher!”
Say goodbye and say goodbye.
When Zhang Chong saw the bearded man bowing, he no longer stopped him. He also bowed to the end.
Everyone watched this scene, two people worshiped each other, one wrapped his wounds in a yellow scarf, and the other covered his crotch with calf-nosed trousers.
The scene was funny, but everyone present felt a little warm in their hearts.
Ji Sun supported Zhang Chong, and the two stood up together.
"Okay, I have to leave too. I didn't kill Mr. Zhang this time because I made a mistake. I will only wait for an opportunity in the future to kill his father and son. Then I will burn his deed and make us miserable. People are looking for a way to survive.”
The bearded man looked at Zhang Chong, and then at the tribesmen and friends behind him. Sigh:
"I know you don't want to vote for Taiping Dao. This scarf is just to give me momentum. But I still want to say that Taiping Dao will always make decisions for us poor people. There may be a misunderstanding here. But it doesn't matter. Sooner or later One day, you will understand Taiping Road and even want to join us. On that day, I will come to pick you up.”
"I wish I could conspire with my brother to do something big now!"
The more the bearded man looked at Zhang Chong, the more he thought he was a talent.
He patted Zhang Chong on the shoulder:
"Work hard!"
After saying that, he got on his horse, held his sword in his hand, and said goodbye like everyone else.
The horse carried a big beard on its back, turned its hooves lightly, and walked away with a click.
Watching the bearded man go away, Zhang Chong felt helpless.
"I'm sorry, although I respect you, but I can't do it if you ask me to join the Taiping Dao and become what the officers and soldiers call a 'moth thief' in the future. After all, I'm just an ordinary person. Why do I do it when I know it's not possible? ? Oh, what a shame for such a good man, Big Beard. I only wish that your ideals and career will last as long as the moon and rise like the sun.”
Zhang Chong was still thinking, when suddenly a cough sounded.
The dark-skinned old farmer Zhang Gouzi, with a slight stutter and swallowing his voice, said to everyone present:
"Now, things are already like this. Zhang Tiehu and his family won't let us go. But no matter what, as long as there are twenty or so of us forming a stick, what will happen to him? What's left in our hands? If the land is passed down to us, we must pass it on. Otherwise, why don't we go to see our ancestors? So, let alone him, if the emperor wants our land, he will come with his life. Damn it!”
Duman, who had been silent until now, interrupted this time.
"Uncle, I don't think Old Man Zhang will come openly with us. I can tell now that he doesn't want to offend Taiping Dao. Although we are not Taiping Dao, in the eyes of outsiders, we are. Touch us directly, He doesn’t dare yet. But he’s afraid of some dirty tricks behind him.”
At that time, someone on the field shouted:
"Come on, naughty bear!"
"Yes, not afraid of him."
"We also have knives and guns, so let's fight with him."
Seeing that everyone's morale was high, Zhang Gouzi nodded without saying anything. Also said:
"Heizi's father grew up with me. Now that he is like this, I will take care of him.
You should also go back early. No matter what happens next, we will live our lives as usual. ”
After saying that, I was satisfied again:
"Manwa, it's not easy for you to go back early and stay with your mother. It's such a bad world. A good man will not live long."
Everyone exchanged a few more words and then gradually dispersed.
At this moment, only Zhang Gouzi, his eldest son Zhang Chong, his second son Zhang Chong, and his two younger brothers, Zhang Ernan and Zhang Bingnan, were left beside the horse pile.
Zhang Chong had long discovered that all the men in the Zhang family were boring gourds.
His brother Zhang Zhong was a hard-working farmer. He only knew how to work. He would do whatever his father told him to do. He was a workman. Ren never said a word during this journey.
His second uncle had stayed in the mountains for a long time, and he only knew how to say "middle". Whoever asked him to do something, he would be "middle". Cherish words like gold.
As for the little dad, his name is Zhang Bingnan, and he is also a simple and honest man. I have been wandering outside before, but the past few years have been difficult, so I have come back.
After coming back, he saw that there was no farmland at home, so he built a nest in the mountains to keep company with his second brother.
Therefore, Zhang Gouzi is the only one in the Zhang family who can make up his mind.
Moreover, Zhang Chong could tell that his father must be behind this trouble.
Among the more than twenty people, there were four members of his family. When he first spoke, everyone was willing to listen to what he said.
This surprised Zhang Chong. He didn't expect that his father was also a figure in the village.
"Shi Zaizi, what do you think of this Taiping Road? Do you really want to let us poor people make the decision? I don't think anything you said is bad. If you have an idea, tell your uncles. Everyone is obviously worried. I'm worried." When his father asked, Zhang Chong also pondered:
"Dad, I actually don't understand people's thoughts. But I heard a powerful person say: 'Everyone can measure the heart by looking at the traces, and there is no such thing as Yao and Shun in the world.' That is, if we only look at It doesn’t matter what others do, it’s easy because if it’s good, we’ll accept it, and if it’s bad, we’ll scold it. That’s easy.
"But if you look at what he does and what he thinks, then it will be difficult to deal with it. People's hearts are evil. If you think about it deeply, then there may be no good people in this world. So, I listened to this at that time ”
Later, I heard another truth and said:
"'The Duke of Zhou was afraid of the day of rumors, but Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the throne.' It is said that there was an emperor's uncle a thousand years ago. He did things that made people gossip, but he was a good person in the end. Then the big head of the previous dynasty, Wang Mang . He was also a loyal minister before he usurped the throne, but later he found out that he was the worst."
"Then, I thought about it. In this world, it's useless to just look at what people do. In the end, we still have to look at what people think."
"For example, we give the big spotted pig delicious food and drink every day. What are you doing for it? Isn't it just for its meat? So, if Taiping Road is good to us now, I'm afraid we won't have to pay for it with our lives in the future. ”
After saying this, Zhang Chong added:
"Danji, the bearded man, is a good man."
After Zhang Chong finished speaking, he raised the half-full copper coin in his hand and sighed.
When everyone heard this, they gasped.
That's right, they just want the meat of the fat pig at home to eat and drink well. It would be terrible if he and others were also fat pigs raised by Taiping Dao.
After understanding this truth, everyone was really impressed by this second son.
This metaphor is too damn graphic.
"Okay, okay. Let's keep it to ourselves. The main thing is to live a good life. Let's go back early and ask your sister-in-law to get a chicken. The weather isn't warm either, so Shi Zaizi should go back and put on some clothes to avoid getting too cold."
After saying that, Zhang Gouzi was thoughtful, and then ordered his eldest son to push the cart, and everyone rushed home.
……
The Chengyang Jingwang Temple worships Liu Zhang, the grandson of the Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty and the son of King Hui Liu Fei.
Back then, when Zhu Lu was in chaos, he and his meritorious deeds killed the Lu family and made great contributions to the Han family.
He was supposed to be named King of Zhao, but Emperor Wen, who came to the throne at that time, learned that Liu Zhang intended to support his brother, King Liu Xiang of Qi, as the emperor.
The emperor was displeased and was granted the title of King of Chengyangjing.
But Liu Zhangkuang's deeds of supporting the Han Dynasty are spread throughout the land of Qingxu, and people have continued to offer sacrifices to him.
There are probably 600 ancestral halls alone.
But this time, inside the Chengyang Jingwang Nunnery in Dasangli, there was a different look.
After Zhang Hong took his son away from Huangni Chang, he took him directly into the nunnery. But he didn't stop, but felt for a secret door on the side of the wall.
The door opened, revealing a dark corridor that led nowhere.
Zhang Qiu took a candle and lit it to illuminate his father's way.
The two of them went down the corridor and entered a dark room without walking for a while.
This is obviously a dark temple, and the Chengyang Jingwang Temple above only covers people's eyes and ears.
There is a row of divine ancestor cards placed on the desk. The first one reads: "Ancestor Kao Qi Wang Zhang".
Later, a wooden clay sculpture was erected, dressed as a prince and king, and there was a stone tablet next to it to narrate the owner's deeds in that year.
When he arrived at the ground, Mr. Zhang knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times, then twisted an incense stick and put it in the incense burner.
Then, there was a shout:
"Kneel down"
"Plop" sound. Zhang Qiu buried his head, stuck out his butt, and knelt down.
Since he was a child, whenever he made a mistake, he would come here and face the ancestral tablets to be attacked. Therefore, when his father shouted, his body already reacted.
Mr. Zhang, persistent in his fight, hit his son's back and buttocks three times.
After finishing the fight, he asked:
"Do you know why you are fighting?"
"Er Zhi"
"Why?"
"Looking down on the heroes of the world, neglecting the loyalty of the people with lofty ideals, advancing will not win the hearts of relatives, retreating will not avoid the humiliation of the emperor."
"Why can't it be done?"
"Because I am not convinced, I am the legacy of a dragon and a snake. I should have taken advantage of the situation by lying dormant in the grass. Today, the sky is fierce, the sea is boiling, the destiny of the Han family is crumbling, and the five virtues are rotating. It is the time for heroes to fight."
"But my lord, I don't care about my luck, I don't take advantage of the opportunity, I just want to be entangled in the countryside. What my lord wants me to do is the work of a hero. A rich man in a village has to do this."
Zhang Hong was speechless at his son's words, and he could no longer hit the dove stick he raised.
He sat on the straw mat, looked straight at his kneeling son, and sighed:
"Chier Wuzhuang, you said that you are the legacy of the dragon and snake. I didn't expect that remembering your ancestors would only inspire you to have thoughts that you shouldn't have. Fighting for the dragon? Are you worthy? Are our Zhang family worthy too? I miss your ancestors. At that time, he only occupied Qingzhou, and his fortune was already booming. But what? Enter Beijing.”
"Yes, this is the destiny of the Han people, so our ancestors were not ambitious. But what happened next? Emperor He had Zhang Han rebel in Le'an, and Emperor An had Zhang Bolu rebel in Binhai. When did our Zhang family submit? But I understand. After all, it is "the emperor is the emperor with the golden sword, and the leader of the bow is the emperor." As long as the surname Liu is still the emperor, we surnamed Zhang can only be subordinate to others. ”
"Now the brothers of Taiping Road, I think they are going to take this road. But after all, they can't compete with the number of days."
"So, do you understand? The destiny does not belong to Zhang, what can I do?"
Zhang Qiu replied respectfully without refuting:
"My child understands."
"If you understand, then retreat. Also, after you go out, have someone beat to death the one who forgot to put the sand. Wrap him in a mat, and it will be considered because his surname is Zhang."
"Nuo" Zhang Qiu lowered his head, bowed and was about to exit the nunnery.
Suddenly, in the darkness, Zhang Hong asked:
"Is the waiter still hooking up with Xu He from Taiping Road?"
"Yes"
"Well, then go down."
"Here"
Zhang Qiu was about to exit. After thinking for a moment, he said to his father in the dark:
"I understand what the adults said, but I heard a Buddhist saying that life is hard, life requires hard work, and death involves worries. The child feels that sometimes, life is thirty years in a hurry, like morning dew. But if If you can do great things, then why not die?"
After saying that, he turned around and left the dark temple.
For a long time, in the darkness, I sighed.
(End of chapter)