As his thoughts turned, Zhang Mingtu's mind had already fallen on the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva".
If an ordinary person knew that he had talent in this area, he might have to make a choice between the two top scriptures.
Zhang Mingtu has the Book of Life and Death, so he doesn't need to worry about it.
The moment the thought came to mind, the light of the Book of Life and Death in my mind bloomed slightly.
Above it, the last word recorded in "Balance" also disappeared, replaced by completely new words.
Zhang Mingtu was born in 808 in the Xia calendar and died in 840 at the age of 32. He was gifted and completed the "Jizo Sutra". He died in Longxing Prefecture.
"cause and effect"
Mortals fear the consequences, while Bodhisattvas fear the causes.
This can be said to be the essence of Buddhist scriptures.
But the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" is the opposite.
He made a vow to save the entire eighteen levels of hell, even the wronged souls and evil ghosts in the most vicious Avici Hell. How could such a Ksitigarbha be afraid of karma?
I still chose "The Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva". The clan leader Zhang Benji looked at me strangely, as if blaming me for taking the wrong path.
He had explained the interests involved clearly and plainly, and listed the best and second-best options for me, but I chose the worst one.
In the eight hundred years since the founding of Daxia, no one has succeeded in practicing the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva".
This is arguably the worst of all options.
The patriarch did not give much advice, but there was disappointment in his eyes.
I didn't explain much.
The Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is beyond imagination. I don’t know whether I have influenced the Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva or the Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has influenced me.
I can't tolerate too much sand in my eyes.
In the past, I could tolerate the darkness a little, but now I can’t bear it.
Winter came suddenly, and it is rare to have heavy snow in the south of the Yangtze River.
I was delighted by this rare heavy snow, but I also saw an old man carrying charcoal froze to death in a store in the snow, and no one cared.
It’s a pity that I’m wearing so few clothes, and I’m worried about the low price of charcoal and wish the weather would be colder.
The scenes in ancient Chinese poetry seem so cruel and bloody when they fall into reality.
The vendor who collected the sales fee in the store didn't take it seriously, cursed it was bad luck, and took away half a cart of charcoal as the sales fee.
I felt confused and angry.
An old man selling straw mats on the street sighed, took a roll of straw mat and wrapped it around the charcoal seller.
I remained silent and helped everyone move the old man's body to a wasteland outside the city and bury it in a hole.
In my mind, there were dragon roars and tiger roars, but they were all a little confusing.
I could kill the tax collector who collects the sales fee with one punch, but I also know that this has nothing to do with him.
I was subtly touched by the "Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva".
The sky was covered with heavy snow, and it was getting colder. The world was vast and desolate, but there was no longer the same artistic conception as before.
There were young ladies and young men from wealthy families buying beef and mutton in the store.
I vaguely heard the servant in charge of shopping talking about the beautiful scenery and drinking wine and writing poetry in the snow. I think it was their master's instructions.
Inside the store, people who brought cattle, sheep, charcoal and firewood were all wearing thin clothes and shivering in the wind and snow, but they still had to force smiles on their faces.
Those who are dressed in silk and satin are not silkworm farmers.
I asked myself, can I change this?
The answer is simple, I can't.
So should we change it?
I want to try it!
At the moment when he was determined, the Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned and faintly absorbed a wisp of negative energy from the dead charcoal seller.
I could vaguely feel the life of the charcoal seller, who had a wife and children at home.
He was pleasantly surprised to see the heavy snow this morning, thinking that his charcoal could fetch a good price, so he came to the market early.
He was not worried about being lightly dressed, as he often did so when he was young, but he never considered that he was already old and frail.
There was a stall next to him selling hot mutton soup, but he was reluctant to spend the two cents, thinking that he could buy more meat to take home.
When everything in front of your eyes gradually turns dark and your hands and feet become uncontrollable, it is too late to change it.
This kind of experience makes me feel angry.
I sighed in my heart, thinking how good it would be if I had never seen it.
Or perhaps it was the practice of the Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva that gave me a bit of the heart of a bodhisattva.
I still tried to change.
The people are living in poverty and can hardly get enough food and clothing despite working hard all day. This must be because someone is oppressing them.
The biggest oppressor in Jianyi is undoubtedly the county magistrate and the many powerful families surrounding him.
If I want to defeat them, my personal strength is not enough, and relying on the Zhang family and Weiyuan Escort Agency is far from enough.
But none of this should have come from me.
I collected detailed information on levees and granaries.
The people in charge of transporting grain were from the Wang family of Jianyi, who were relatives of the county magistrate Han Qiong.
The Wang family had a daughter who married the county magistrate's son.
The Wang family is the largest grain merchant in Jianyi, and the Wang family grain shop is well-known in Jianyi.
Jiangnan is known as a land of fish and rice, with abundant grain harvests every year.
There was a huge amount of food in the warehouse, but it was sold out by the Wang family.
However, many residents of Jianyi were unable to get enough food. Of course, the food did not disappear out of thin air, but was transported out through the developed water transportation in the western part of Jiangnan and sold throughout Jiangnan.
This is related to the Li family who is responsible for the canal transportation.
The more I researched the data, the more uneasy I became.
Before, I just knew that this was of great importance, but I never thought it was so serious.
The county magistrate and the many wealthy families in Jianyi are almost connected and inseparable.
They even dared to resell weapons and do business with rebels in various places.
This is unbelievable, it blows my mind.
The local governor personally sold the weapons in his hands to local rebels.
I didn't dare to continue my investigation at this point.
It’s not that I’m afraid of death, but I’m afraid that I’ll die halfway through my career and completely overthrow these people. That would be such a pity.
There are many masters in the army, and there are also many top figures raised by aristocratic families. I have sensed people who have undergone marrow cleansing and blood transfusion many times.
The investigation has come to a temporary halt, but the many clues and connections obtained so far are sufficient.
I recorded all the information I had collected, including personnel, communication methods, and the methods of transporting grain from the granary...
The only thing missing was the corresponding account books and bills, but the characters in the account books were extremely terrifying, and I didn't dare to get close to them.
However, the many clues we have now are enough. The county magistrate and many noble families have gone too far, and many things are not concealed or are concealed very sloppily.
The upper echelons of the aristocratic families in Jianyi are all more or less connected to the county magistrate. Perhaps they could never imagine that someone would want to investigate them.
I handed over a lot of information, and the Jinyiwei general looked at me strangely and stared at me for a long time.
After a long time, he nodded.
"You have guts!"
I personally saw the Jinyiwei chief submit the relevant information, and he also specifically signed my name on the investigation report.
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