Chapter 1501 Amitabha, Please Let Me Go, Shanta Donor, and Give Me a Thousand Kilograms of Gold!
"God has arrived! He is at the top of the red kingdom, looking at us in Ainumoshili with red eyes, looking at the various tribes of the Jiao people who share the same ancestor!..."
"Praise the Lord God! I will offer you the hottest piety and the blood-red freshness!..."
"Chiefs of the Hoyu and Ishikari tribes! Please hold their bodies for me! This sacrifice is not only for the main god, but also for the suffering you have suffered for thousands of years, and for the unification of the Ainu tribes. the future…”
"Okay! God bless you! Strike the sword!..."
Light clouds blocked the sun in the sky, but the sun could still be seen in everyone's eyes. A golden figure waved a red stone dagger on the altar in the sunshine. The Ainu people around them were trembling, feeling excited and frightened, but also inspired by some new will, with tears flowing randomly. At the entrance of the altar, the three noble mages' hands and feet were limp, and they were so frightened that they cried bitterly. More than twenty monks and soldiers, with ashen faces, went to meet Samsara who was unwilling to surrender...
"!!…No!!"
"Wow!..."
Ryuzoji Iehiro made a "swish" sound and pulled down the curtain of the animal skin tent to block the bloody stain outside. The cheers of the warriors from all tribes suddenly broke out, just like the call of Izanami, the Lord of the Underworld, but the tent could not isolate them. Later, amid the fanatical and terrifying shouts outside, Ryuzoji Iehiro smiled lightly and looked at the two sitting monks in the tent.
"Monk Miju! Your exclamation just now really shocked me! Your Buddhist practice really needs to be improved a lot, and you need to learn from Master Juehui! Look, Master Juehui is motionless, just hanging his head. While reciting the rebirth mantra, I completely regarded the life and death of other monks and my own disciples as nothing..."
".Yes...Yes!...I will definitely learn...I will definitely learn from the master..."
Monk Miju's face turned pale and he fell down in the corner of the tent, his whole body still shaking uncontrollably. "Mi" is a name commonly used by low-level Buddhist disciples and is related to "Amitabha". "Dwelling" usually refers to "mind", which is the control of emotions and desires.
But at this moment, in the midst of the terror of life and death, the monk Yaju had completely lost his self-control and could not even sit upright! After all, the ones who had just been brought to the bloody altar and sacrificed by Shantao Yuankou and the Ezo barbarians were the other three Tiantai monks with the title of "Mi" in the fleet. In other words, whether he will deliver that bloody altar and whether he will become the next sacrifice to the "Evil God" is just a matter of Shan Tao Yuan Kou's thoughts!
"Master Juehui, what are your considerations? Five hundred kilograms of gold and five thousand kilograms of gunpowder, in exchange for you, an eminent monk with profound Buddhist teachings, to go back... I think, with your status in the Tiantai Sect, someone will definitely come to redeem it, right?..."
"Namo Amitabha Night! Return to the Tathagata of Infinite Light!..."
Master Juehui held the lotus mudra and recited another Buddhist sutra. As long as the knife is not placed on his neck, his profound and self-sustaining Dharma is completely invulnerable. He opened his compassionate eyebrows and looked at Ryuzoji Iehiro. After a while, he sighed and spoke.
"Masumi! You are also a disciple of my Tiantai sect, who has received ordination scars and been given the title of Buddha! When you see the monks of our sect being slaughtered, it's okay if you don't save them. You even recite a few verses and pray for them. , and you won’t?”
".Blessed by the Lord God! Master Juehui, please stop chanting my former name. At present, I have converted to the Lord God of the East and restored the name of the Wu family. Please call me by my real name, Ryuzoji Iehiro!"
Jiahong of Longzao Temple emphasized solemnly, and then sat cross-legged opposite Master Juehui. He looked into Juehui's eyes and asked.
"Master, do you really not know why these monks have the cause and effect they have today? Where is this place? Is it the mountain gate of Tiantai Sect? What are you and the monks doing here? Is it for Spread Buddhism?”
"Today's evil consequences are naturally caused by the evil causes planted yesterday. You were blinded by gold, brought the Tiantai Sect's fleet, and five hundred monk soldiers, and came with murderous intent... Could it be that you didn't expect that today's Is it possible for one scene to happen?…”
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Master Juehui lowered his eyes and remained silent. With his thorough "Buddha's heart", there is no "guilt" emotion. The gold was not captured and the ship, monk soldiers and disciples were destroyed. This was an outcome that could not be changed. There was no use regretting it. Even if it were to happen again, it would just be a repeat of following one's heart. But now, since the Shantao people didn't kill him and even asked for ransom, there was talk. He kept silent at this time, just waiting patiently for the real conditions offered by the Shantar people.
"Master Juehui, you have also seen it. The Shantao Golden Clan was born in the North, and still has the ancient customs of the Yin and Shang Dynasties in offering sacrifices. They will not raise idlers, let alone hostile monks. If I hadn't spoken for you, I would have been killed at this moment. You are the one who brought it to the altar. Not to mention, I specifically asked the priest to leave a disciple for you..."
Speaking of this, Ryuzoji Iehiro raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at the silent monk Miju who couldn't stop trembling. Then, he pondered for a while and spoke again.
"Master Juehui, as the abbot of Omi Temple and a descendant of the Master...leaving aside gold for the time being, can't you really get away with the ransom of five thousand kilograms of gunpowder?...If this doesn't work, then what? With my ability, I can only protect you. As for Mishu Monk, he can only go up to the altar of the Golden Clan and pay the price for your reckless use of the knife, using his own life to atone for your sins..."
"Ah! Master Juehui! Please save me, save me!"
“.Hey! Miju, you have been with me for so many years... How can I not save you? Even if you violate the sect's Buddhist teachings and trade with the Shantars, it is the sin that I alone bear..."
“Ah! Master!..."
Hearing the disciple Miju's terrified cry for help, Master Juehui finally sighed heavily, with compassion on his face. Ryuzoji Jiahong is a wise man. After so much trouble, he finally handed over a step. He can also use this step to start real negotiations with the other party.
"Masumi! You were born in Kyushu, and you know that gunpowder is expensive and rare, and the saltpeter in it must be shipped from the sea. In Kinki, one hundred kilograms of gunpowder costs at least more than two hundred taels of silver. Once a large amount is purchased, the price will inevitably rise sharply to more than three hundred taels. And five thousand kilograms of gunpowder, that is fifteen thousand taels of silver, the price of more than one hundred kilograms of gold!..."
"And this time I came to Ezo to find the fate of gold. I lost ten ships of the sect, five hundred monks who have been trained for years, and the warlike Sasaki officials. Such a huge loss, even if the "Master" covers it for me, it must be a loss of five hundred kilograms of gold!..."
Master Juehui's eyes flickered, showing a bitter face. The calculation of these "things" has always been in his mind, and it is really clear. As for the affairs within the sect, it is not enough to just have people, and it is necessary to offer real gold and silver to settle it, which is not much different from the Wu family... Thinking of this, he looked at Ryuzoji Iehiro and spoke sincerely.
"Masumi, you have also been to my Tiantai sect, and you know the situation between the abbots of various temples! If he knew that I caused such a disaster, such a big mess, and didn't get any gold... I'm afraid even the master can't save me, let alone come to cover for me! He would rather give me up and choose another descendant to be trained in the temple..."
"As for my fellow disciples, let alone their hard work to raise money, they took out 5,000 kilograms of gunpowder and at least more than 100 kilograms of gold to redeem me... They can't push all the accounts of the temple's deficit onto my head and fight for the position of abbot I vacated, which is already a great mercy!..."
"In the final analysis! If I can't go back to the sect, then all the relationships behind me are empty! If Shanta's good friends want to get the ransom of my sect and get a lot of gunpowder... please let me go back to the sect first, contact the master and the abbots, and stabilize my position as the abbot of Omi Taiji. , we must cover up this disaster first! …”
“Amitabha! If I can’t go back… then no one will cover up this disaster. The Omi temples can’t cover it up, and Myohoin can’t cover it up either. Sooner or later, it will reach the headquarters of the Tendai sect, Enryaku-ji Temple on Mount Hiei…”
“At that time, I, Kakuei, will not regret dying, but the Myohoin Temple will no longer be able to cover up the secret gold trade between your Yamata Golden Clan and Morino Kiyoshi! I’m afraid that by then, not only will the people of Mount Hiei know about it, but even the shogunate will know about it! All the powerful samurai daimyo will stare at the golden light of Ezo with their devil-like eyes…”
“? ! Kakuei, you old bald donkey! You are already a captive of my Golden Clan, a fish on the chopping board, and you still dare to speak nonsense here? ! …”
Hearing the threat from Kakuei, Ryuzoji Iehiro’s eyes became fierce, and he directly drew out his short sword. The sharp blade was placed on Master Juehui's neck in an instant, even leaving a faint blood mark. Master Juehui, who was well versed in Buddhism, immediately froze up and dared not move. He could no longer speak the "Buddhism" he was talking about. After a while, until Ryuzoji Jiahong uttered a light "hum" and put away the blade, Juehui's body softened, from his knees and spine to his mouth.
"Monks don't lie! Masumi... No, Jiahong! You also know... I'm telling the truth!..."
"Amitabha! Devadatta, who has committed boundless evil deeds and is destined to fall into hell, will not be saved by anyone!..."
"And if someone wants to save him, he must save himself first... Only if I keep my position as the monk can I really come up with some ransom to give to the Shanta friends!..."
Speaking of this, Master Juehui paused, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He could become the chief monk and master the "Buddhism" to the point that all the monks in the sect admired him. Naturally, he would not die without any struggle. In fact, during the half month of imprisonment, he had roughly guessed what the Shantars wanted and thought of a condition that the other party might accept!
"Supreme Lotus Sutra! Ryuzoji Iehiro, I have a great proposal. You can tell the chief of the Shantar Golden Clan to see if he is willing to agree!..."
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"Hmm? The Lord God is a witness! What proposal?..."
"Amitabha! My proposal is... Please ask the Shantar donor to release me, and give me another 1,000 kilograms of gold, and return to the Omi sect! With this gold, I can settle the matter and cover up this disaster. I can even replace Morino Kiyoshi who went to Ming and continue to trade with you next year!..."
"Ah! Master?! What you said... Don't commit suicide!..."
Mizhu monk was shocked and reached out to touch Master Hui's forehead. Ryuzoji Jiahong couldn't believe it. He looked at the monk carefully for a long time, and he almost suspected that he was frightened and crazy.
"Lord God! What did you say? Let you go and give you a thousand kilograms of gold?!..."
"Yes! That's right! Namo Myoho Renge!"
Master Juehui looked calm and recited the Buddha's name, as if he had it all planned out. Until a "clang" sound, Ryuzoji Jiahong drew his knife again...
"Buddha! Jiahong, you!... Why do you draw your knife at any time?..."
“Hiss! Knife, knife!… I won’t play dumb anymore! I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!…”
Master Juehui shuddered all over, carefully moved his neck an inch away from the cold blade. Then, the figures of two young nobles, a man and a woman, flashed through his mind, and he smiled deeply.
“Amitabha! I know what the Shantaar Golden Clan wants. And what I can give is something that the merchant Morino Kiyoshi can’t even think of or give…”
“Don’t talk nonsense! Speak!”
“Ahem!… Jiahong! Knife, hold the knife away! Don’t let your hand shake after hearing it and cut me…”
Master Juehui swallowed his saliva, looked at the slightly moved blade, and then stretched out his left hand and drew a family crest of “Ashikaga Nibiki Ryo”. Then, he smiled kindly and compassionately.
"The head of the Sanganrei pen, the Kiyokawa Genji Mue family, the bloodline and family name of the Echizen Sasaki family, and the position of the Ezo guardian... How about it? Is it worth a thousand kilograms of gold?..."
"What!!"
Ryuzoji Iehiro suddenly widened his eyes and trembled in disbelief. Then, there was a scream from Master Juehui.
"Knife! Knife!..."
"Ah, my shoulder!... The knife cut my shoulder!!"..."