.One Hundred and Eighty-Five, before the river crosses, the bridge will be demolished first (Part 1)

One Hundred and Eighty-Five, before the river crosses, the bridge will be demolished first (Part 1)

In general, this ceremonial Buddhist sect conversion ceremony, which is like a rat, cannot be said to be very successful.

In addition to Master Jingshui Youhu and two "bhikkhuns" who had neither shaved their heads nor hang Buddhist beads, they obtained the power of any goddess, among the more than 400 monks and nuns present, no one awakened the magic technique... But at least they were not punished by God. I think the three goddesses were probably very worried about the revenge of these bald donkeys. They felt a little disgusting, but they were reluctant to give up.

After all, if all monks and nuns are brought under their command, they can become the national religion of this island country in an instant, and obtain a ready-made network of spreading faith in the entire Eastern world, as well as tens of millions of ready-made believers.

In this era, the territory of political power may still change, but the division of the faith territory has become balanced. In a short period of time, it will be difficult for any party confronting each other to make a breakthrough.

Since the gods had no idea to start in the core area of ​​the Feren continent, in order to further expand their influence, they had to develop to the outside world. They turned their attention overseas and tried to make progress in other continents to greatly enhance their power. Then they used this power to return to the Feren continent, completely overwhelming the opponents who had been entangled with him for many years.

Among them, the goddess of wealth and trade, Wokin, and the mother of magic Mistera, are the two most active and rewarding people who are overseas missionary. Because only they can produce the wonderful bait that everyone in the world is interested in - money and magic.

However, even these two most successful goddesses are not easy to promote faith overseas. The most critical problem is that all networks must be laid out from scratch, and it is difficult to go deep into the grassroots in a short period of time. In addition, we must also try to deal with the tenacious resistance of the original religious beliefs in the local area, which is often more difficult than military conquest of a country... For example, the Okin Church has controlled the Japanese regime through the Osaka merchant group for so many years, and has defeated almost all opposition forces with Admiral Perry's strong ships and cannons, but the spread of faith is still difficult, and so far there are only tens of thousands of believers.

But the self-destruction of Buddha Shakyamuni's long sleep made the originally difficult situation suddenly become clear.

——Although the recent blow to the destruction of Buddhism and monks from all over the world have been very busy, the rotten ships have three pounds of nails. The deep foundation laid by Buddhists in the Eastern countries over thousands of years cannot be completely destroyed overnight.

Therefore, if we successfully receive such a wide and solid foundation and connections, especially the countless monasteries and monks and devout believers in the world, and relying on the comprehensive support of Western forces in military, economic and political terms, it would not be surprising that even if the goddesses could sweep the East... Therefore, no matter how awkward the goddesses felt, they would not be able to ruin such a great cause for a little disgust.

In fact, if it is in the Feren continent, when the gods pass on divine power, they will unconsciously transform the priest's body, making it more and more similar to themselves. Therefore, it is often much more difficult for the pastors who can use divine art to convert to Yi Buddhism than ordinary believers. First of all, they must eliminate the residual marks of the body of the god who was originally serving, and usually suffer the pain of baptizing muscles and cutting off the marrow... and some even suffer from the pain of death.

But in Buddhism, a monk worships a lot of gods and Buddhas and receives the power of any family. Therefore, these bald donkeys are all "compatible" and can withstand and use almost any kind of divine power - so this collective conversion to the sect that rebelled from the Tao would not be too much resisted by the monks. Otherwise, if they were like the pastors of the Feren continent, they would have to go through thousands of difficulties and even life and death in one go. These monks and nuns who are determined to protect themselves would rather choose to return to secular life and become ordinary people.

But the problem is that they are too undevoted to the gods and even lack the minimum awe, so the two goddesses were angry and wanted to polish the temperament of these guys and refused to accept these monks and nuns immediately - before they could convert to the church, many people are already considering how much incense money should be charged for each healing technique in the future, and how to coordinate and avoid price wars.

On the other hand, for Master Jingshui Youhu, although the ending was not very perfect, he finally achieved some results, especially his own power was restored. He is now equivalent to a level ten priest, who can spread faith and save the dead souls. More importantly, there is evidence to convince the other monks who have not yet changed their sects.

Therefore, after standing on the front desk with full confidence and giving a comfort and motivational speech to the other monks, he took the "proof of results" of this conversion - the two bhikkhun nuns who also awakened their strength - to go to the other temples on the outskirts of Kamakura to speak out, calling on the abbots who were still hesitating to change the sect as soon as possible...

However, just when Jingshui Youhu and a group of monks and nuns, either out of public morality or self-interest, tried their best to save the island country from the whirlpool of destruction, another group of culprits who caused all these tragedies were still trying to push the fate of this country further down the cliff.

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Mikawa Kingdom. Okazaki Castle

This city that once witnessed the rise of the first Tokugawa General hundreds of years ago and was regarded as the foundation of his ancestors by later generals, has long disappeared from the prosperous and noisy scene of the past.

In the castle, every household stayed in the door and only arrogant soldiers were rampant. The castle no longer had the aloe-patterned flag of the Tokugawa family, but instead had the emperor's imperial flag with sixteen-petal golden chrysanthemum seals, and a rough red flag without any decoration.

After several hard battles, the Akabu team, which had only hundreds of soldiers, finally miraculously captured the famous Tokaido Oshima City.

Logically speaking, Okazaki Castle, which has more than 2,000 defenders and twenty Western cannons in the organization, was the most important western part of the Shogunate Tenge (more than west is a small enclave), was not so vulnerable. When the Akatsuki team organized a night attack for the first time, they didn't even touch the wall of the castle, and were beaten by the Self-Defense Forces of the Commercial Association in the Town below to run away, and ran all the way to Okaraku, before they recovered.

But there are so many completely unreasonable things happening in this world: With the destruction of Oedo Hachihachi Town in a fire, General Tokugawa Ie Naruto was swept away by the clan genealogy and the news of running away from Kyoto, the frontier city was undercurrent for a while and people were in panic. Then there was a bloody internal strife - the long-standing samurai of the Shogunate Bandu, who was still loyal to the Osaka Business Corps, and the Business Association Self-Defense Force, launched a cruel civil war for many days, and finally both sides suffered losses and were on the verge of collapse.

The Chibao team took the opportunity to get a bargain and made a comeback, defeating these two exhausted guys in one fell swoop, thus seizing this vital city.

Therefore, at this time, there was a joyful and joyful scene in Okazaki Castle.

In the large and spacious room (conference room) on the ground floor of the castle, several huge iron pots were churning with white heat. The ones under the iron pot were all precious mahogany, boxwood furniture, and well-made tatami and sliding doors, but at this moment they were all split into pieces by vulgar invaders and burned as firewood without caring. Even the landscape painting hanging scrolls originally hung on the wall were roughly torn into small paper and used to attract fire.

Many soldiers in ragged clothes surrounded the fire pit, staring at the white rice in the pot with great enthusiasm. As the firewood was sucking up and down, an attractive fragrance came from the steaming heat wave, and everyone who smelled it could not help but drool.

On the side of the wall a little further away, many injured soldiers were lying swaying around. At this moment, when they smelled the fragrance of rice, they all opened their eyes and swelled their noses and looked at the rice pot, fearing that they would lose one of their own when they were eaten.

——For these poor people from poor farm families, even this kind of white rice that doesn’t even have any side dishes is considered an extremely luxurious delicacy. Usually, they can only eat it several times during the Chinese New Year.

On the top floor of the castle, the roof still had burnt marks, and the wall panel was punched with a string of holes. The head of the Red Publishing Group, General Xiang Le San, was kneeling on a bamboo mat, carefully polishing and wiping the sword.

Judging from his appearance, this "bandit leader" who led his army to the Tokaido Dojo and was famous for his children at night. He had no tough appearance such as tiger back, bear, waist, thick eyebrows, big eyes, etc. On the contrary, he was quite thin and his eyes were always slightly narrow, looking very gentle and elegant. Moreover, his cheeks were still a little unhealthy red at this time, and he often couldn't help but cover his mouth with his sleeves and coughed gently.

"...Boss, your cold is not cured yet? Let's drink this bowl of porridge while it's hot."

A short and strong farmer carefully carried a wooden pallet and walked up from below on the stairs. On the pallet was placed a steaming small casserole, wooden spoon, chopsticks and small porcelain plates containing seasonings.

"...Oh, no wonder I've been smelling the fragrance since just now. It turns out that Takahata, you are cooking miso porridge in a small charcoal stove."

Mr. Xiangle smiled and put down his sword, took the wooden tray with both hands, placed it on the low table beside him, lowered his head and smelled the fragrance, and couldn't help but exclaim, "...Well, it's cooked well, it's slightly fried in a pot and ground into fine powder, and boiled into miso soup with water, and then put the rice that has been pre-soaked in water, sprinkled with chopped green onion and drizzled with ginger juice. It tastes more effective than any medicine to remove wind evil while it's hot."

"... Then please eat the porridge while it's hot, boss."

The cousin of the third cousin of the Akatsuki Group, Akatsuki, smiled honestly and rubbed his palms on the hem of his clothes a few times, "...You have been having a cold and fever for three or four days, and your health has been in a bad state. I had been sleeping in the open before, but I really couldn't do it. Now I finally have a place to settle down and should take good care of it. What should I do next? We are waiting for you to take a closer look."

"...Oh, to be honest, I can't make up my mind at the moment, so I can only take one step first."

Xiangle Zongsan put the wooden spoon into the miso porridge and stirred it. He smiled bitterly and sighed, "...Isn't talk about this for now, have everyone eaten lunch?"

"... The fragrant white rice tube is full of fish fillets, taro soup, pickled radish and sake"

Xiangle Zhongba said happily, "...It's been a long time since we had such a sumptuous hot rice and hot dishes, and we're happy."

"...Hmm? Let everyone eat with their stomachs? This...will the food stored in Okazaki Castle is a bit insufficient?"

Xiangle General San was suddenly surprised to hear it. He still remembered that when he just captured Okazaki Castle, the granary in the city had been set on fire by the defenders. The soldiers of the Chibao team searched among the ruins for a long time, and only found more than thirty stones of brown rice, one stone of coarse salt and some taro. Even the soldiers under his command were reluctant to survive the winter. How could they eat so much and squander it at will?

"...Haha, there is really not much food in this castle, and the towns outside are also very poor, with no oil and water to squeeze out. Several large shops were burned out as early as the street fighting... But the treasure tree temple outside the city is rich and rich."

Faced with the leader's doubts, Xiangle Zhongba quickly explained in detail, "... When the brothers took the guys to search, the brave bald donkeys had already run away with gold, silver and fine softness. But the rice dropped was still piled up like a mountain. Let's calculate it slightly. There were as much as three thousand stones. In addition, there were many miso, pickles, salted fish, and fine wine... Hey, I even found canned beef and smoked sausages from Western ghosts. These bald monks usually look hypocritical. When they talk about any cause and effect, they are very good at everything, but behind their backs, they are even worse than those of us country people. They are even so greedy that they want to eat dirty meat, aren't they afraid of falling into the animal realm?"

——To explain, according to the Buddhist propaganda of this country, eating corpses is an extremely filthy act. Whatever a mortal eats in this life, he will change in the next life. Eating meat will fall into the animal realm. Therefore, for the sake of the people of the whole country, no one is allowed to eat the meat of four-legged animals...

This theory of forbidden meat eating cannot be wrong. It is just that according to this reasoning, the guys who can eat people in this life can continue to become humans in the next life, which is equivalent to encouraging those evil men to transform into cannibals...

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"...Hey, what's the matter? The monks in the world are all black. They live in high-rise buildings, they get the money for incense, and eat white rice and food. But they never thought about praying to the people of the world. Instead, they only care about wine, sex, wealth and energy, and they do not enjoy themselves..."

While drinking the fragrant miso porridge, Xiangle Zongsan sighed, but he seemed to think of something and suddenly frowned, "...Wait, it seems something is wrong. Those monks from the Tantric schools advocate indulging indulgence in their doctrines and have developed a dual cultivation method. Therefore, it is common for them to not observe the precepts. After all, these bald donkeys have even broken their wedding rings, and they even often ask for more than a dozen wives in one breath. The positions of the leader and the abbot monk were inherited from generation to generation.

But I remember that the Baoshu Temple outside the city is a Zen school, and the precepts should be stricter. It seems that monks are strictly prohibited from drinking and enjoying themselves. Why do you still have this kind of virtue if you marry and have children?"

"...Hi, boss, you don't know. The Zen monks in Baoshu Temple said that they should strictly abide by the precepts, not be allowed to marry and have children, or even not be allowed to contact women. In fact, they did it even more dirty and disgusting. On the contrary, they were not as good as those monks who openly asked their little wives to hide their spoils in the golden house. At least those monks from Tantric Buddhism would also pack up their food and clothing after marrying the girl back to the temple, and their lives were much more comfortable than those in rural farms..."

Xiangle Zhongba crossed his thighs and sat heavily on the tatami, shook his head and shouted, "...Guess what did the brothers find in the abbot's temple this time?"

"...what's the thing?" Xiangle Zongsan was also curious and couldn't help but put down the porridge bowl and asked.

"... The abbot dug a secret cellar in the corner of the dormitory and installed a slender window disguised as a drainage hole to allow light transmission. He also covered more than a foot of wood roof to avoid being stepped on and fell down. If the old bald donkey had been too panicked and even the roof of the secret room was raised and could not close, he might have mixed us..."

As Xianglezhongba reached out to gesture, he spitted and described, "... At first, the brothers thought there were gold, silver and treasures hidden inside. But when they opened it, they found that they were two naked women or a mother and daughter, both tied with iron chains and collars, covered in bruises and redness... They claimed to be the inn owner and only daughter in Okazaki Castle Town. They were very pious in worshiping Buddha on weekdays, and they were always generous in offering sacrifices. A few days ago, in order to avoid the war, their mother and daughter fled into Baoshu Temple with gold, silver and fine softness. However, they lost both money and money in the hands of this abbot with beastly hearts. First, they were put on the food mixed with anesthetics, and then stripped off their clothes and locked them into the secret room. Every night they asked to have fun..."

Speaking of this, Xiangle Zhongba couldn't help but sigh, "... Later, we carefully searched all the monks' rooms in the temple, and found sixteen underground secret rooms, which were hidden in total thirty women. Among them, there were brothels bought by money, and there were good women who were drugged when they came to burn incense. There were even rich ladies who were sleeping at home but were robbed by masked people.

The woman who was captured for the longest time has been in the secret room for more than two years and was ruined by playing with her. She almost turned into a fool... According to these women, these women are all fun things used by monks in the temple. If they are tired of being played with or killed by these evil monks, they will pack them in sacks and dig a pit in the vegetable garden behind the temple. When we used a shovel, we opened it with layers of white bones, and we don’t know how many women’s lives were destroyed... Compared to this, those flower monks who were asking for their little wife to hide their splendor in the golden house are really kind."

"...These damn monks are indeed unforgivable and are blamed on their own. No wonder the court issued an edict to destroy the Buddha."

After a while of silence, Xiangle Zongsan couldn't help but sigh and echoed, "......End this dark, cruel and barbaric old world with your own hands, and create a more harmonious, happy and bright new era. The talent and mission of our patriots is also the ideal and goal of our bloody battles throughout the journey... After the victory of this war, such ugly things may not be repeated."
Chapter completed!