Chapter 176 He seems to have murderous intent
Jiedushi and border garrisons were stationed everywhere along the border of Dayu.
The small countries in the southwest are the least to be feared.
Those countries are poor, have small populations, and the people are short and thin.
"Your Majesty Dayu!" Una wanted to take a step forward excitedly.
The guards drew their swords and stood in front of Una.
Murong Yu said coldly, "How dare a small nation like you negotiate with Dayu? Go back and tell your King Anaro that you can only be safe if you submit to Dayu. Otherwise, Dayu can wipe out Mipo at any time!"
The bright yellow sleeves waved.
The guards drove Una and other envoys out of the palace.
"Your Majesty Dayu! Your Majesty Dayu..." Una shouted outside the palace.
Eunuch Wang walked outside the hall and said:
"The Emperor has ordered you to leave Chang'an as soon as possible. If you don't leave now, you may not be able to leave."
Una and his group's request for a meeting was unsuccessful, so they had no choice but to leave the palace.
On Chang'an Avenue, pedestrians are bustling and shoulder to shoulder.
The restaurant's flags were waving.
The hawkers' cries were endless.
The woman's peach blossom fan blew a fragrant breeze.
Una walked down the street in silence and dejection.
The road back to the post station is very long, and the road back to Mipo Kingdom is even longer.
He looked at the prosperous scene before him, and a feeling of desolation rose in his heart. He chanted a line from a poem by a scholar named Dayu:
"The capital is full of dignitaries, yet this man is alone and haggard."①
He once admired Dayu's language, poetry, and clothing very much...so he learned Dayu's language and writing and understood Dayu's history.
He believed that a strong country was born from such a splendid culture and history.
He also looked forward to the day when he could assist their king in governing the Mi Po Kingdom to such prosperity.
But his king was dead.
His head was chopped off by the traitor A Luying and hung on the city wall, covered in blood, where it was eaten by insects and ants until it was unrecognizable.
He came to capture A Luying on behalf of the new king, but Dayu refused to let him go and even demanded more treasures.
Una turned around and looked back in the direction of Miyagi.
The palace gate is majestic and solemn. When the vermilion gate opens, it looks like a gaping bloody mouth.
"Lord Una, what should we do?" asked the person next to him.
Una's voice was low: "Dayu's attitude is very clear. Send a letter back to Mipo as soon as possible to let the king know the situation here."
"Yes, Master Una."
Someone then said, "It's a pity that we couldn't kill A Luying this time. If we weren't so few in number, the Dayu Imperial Guards and I would have fought to the death to kill him."
When mentioning A Luying, Una clenched his fists.
If I had known earlier, I should have skinned A Luying and thrown his bones into the pot when I first met him...
Una was lost in thought and bumped into someone without paying attention.
"Oh! My bun fell." A childish voice sounded.
Una looked down and saw a chubby little boy with a round, white figure.
The head is bald and seems to reflect light in the sun.
He was a fat and small monk.
At the little monk's feet there was a steamed bun as round as his face, with a crescent-shaped depression on it from being gnawed.
Una said, "Little Master, I'm sorry, I didn't look where I was going."
The fat monk bent down, picked up the steamed bun, patted it, shook off the dirty dust on it, and wrapped it with a piece of cloth:
"It's okay, I can still eat it."
The little fat monk put the steamed buns into his bag.
Una had heard that Dayu monks only ate vegetarian food and had many strict rules and regulations in their lives.
It should look like an ascetic monk.
But this little monk was really wealthy, even fatter than the landlord's son in their country of Mipo.
The young monk also looked at Una and suddenly said:
"Donor, you seem to have a strong murderous aura. Do you want me to chant Buddhist scriptures for you? It can help you dispel the murderous aura."
Una shook his head:
"No need to recite Buddhist scriptures. I am not from Dayu, I am from Mipo, and we Mipo people do not believe in Buddhism."
The young monk asked, "What do you believe in?"
Una: "We believe in the seven-headed snake god Mijia."
The little monk opened his mouth wide: "You believe in snakes, seven-headed snakes..."
"Wuzhen, why are you still here? There are so many people down the mountain, don't run around."
Two tall and thin monks came over.
Wuzhen turned around and said, "Brother Wukong, Brother Wujing, I didn't run around. I've been standing here."
Wu Jing said to Una and his group sheepishly, "Amitabha, benefactors, my junior apprentice is young and outspoken. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me."
After saying this, Wukong and Wujing took Wuzhen away.
Una looked at the backs of the three brothers.
Two tall and thin monks walked on both sides, and the little fat monk walked in the middle holding hands.
It looks like a pair of chopsticks holding a pork ball.
Una's brows relaxed for a moment, he smiled briefly, and then continued to walk towards the post station with a frown on his face.
On the other side, Wuzhen was led by his two senior brothers and moving through the crowd.
The fat boy Wu Zhen said, "Brother, I didn't run just now. Someone knocked my bun off my body, so I didn't catch up with you."
Brother Wukong knocked a chestnut on Wuzhen's head:
"Then just pick up the buns. Why are you talking to a strange foreigner?"
Wuzhen screamed "Ah" and wanted to cover his head, but both of his hands were held by his senior brothers, so he had no hands to cover his head.
"Brother Wukong, when that man frowned just now, the wrinkles on his forehead looked like a knife, so I thought he was murderous, so I asked him if he wanted me to chant some sutras to dispel his murderous aura."
Senior Brother Wujing: "What do the wrinkles on his head have to do with murderous aura? Even if there is, how can your limited cultivation level dispel that murderous aura?"
Wuzhen: "If I chant sutras for him without charging him any money, he will definitely buy me another steamed bun."
Wukong: "You have already eaten three steamed buns. You are not allowed to eat more."
Wuzhen's eyebrows dropped and he whispered, "Oh."
Ciguang Temple is located on the mountain, which makes it inconvenient to buy things on a daily basis, so disciples are sent down the mountain every month for centralized purchasing.
The two disciples who went down the mountain to buy things this time were Wukong and Wujing. Wuzhen wanted to go down the mountain with them to take a look, so he followed too.
They bought some rice, flour, medicinal herbs, incense, candles, pens and ink, etc., filled a cart, and then pushed it back.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, the disciples guarding the mountain came to meet them and carried their things up the mountain one by one.
Wuzhen was young, but he also carried a small bag of rice and flour and held a bundle of incense and candles in his hands.
Mount Ciguang is very high, and buying and moving things is very tiring.
But this is just as much a part of spiritual practice as carrying water, sweeping the floor, and growing cabbages in the temple.
The masters said that working allows them to maintain mindfulness and achieve peace of mind and enlightenment.
Wuzhen carried his things and walked up the mountain breathlessly:
"Brother, I think I've finally figured it out. Carrying things up the mountain really can help me get rid of distracting thoughts."
"I'm not thinking about anything except being hungry."
Wu Jing, who was carrying a large bag of rice and flour, laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath, and his hands holding the sack almost gave out:
"Don't make me laugh. Focus on the road."
A gentle breeze blew across the hilltops.
The spring breeze comes and goes, the pine waves rise and fall.
Wuzhen went up the mountain, put the rice, flour, incense and candles in the temple's warehouse, then went back to his room, wiped the sweat off his head with a towel, and then hurried to find his master.
"Master, I'm back."
Wuzhen walked into a small courtyard where there was a big peach tree.
The peach trees grow wild on the mountain and are covered with flower buds, but only one or two have bloomed, and most of them have not yet bloomed.
There was a fat monk sweeping the floor under the tree.
The broom was made of dark yellow reed stems, and it swept the yard spotlessly clean.
A pink and white petal fell and stained the fat monk's gray clothes.
Master Mingdeng looked up at the sound and smiled slightly: "Wu Zhen must be tired, have you washed your hands?"
He pointed to the small table in his room and said:
"There's food on the table, go get it yourself."
"Master, I'm clean." Wuzhen stretched out his hands and showed his wet and clean little palms to his master.
Master Mingdeng nodded.
Wu Zhen then pulled out a large steamed bun with a bite taken from it from somewhere and said, "Brother, you bought me some steamed buns."
Master Mingdeng: "...Alright, go in and eat."
Wuzhen entered the room and saw a glass of water and a plate on the peeling wooden table.
There are some walnuts, almonds, peanuts and dried tofu on the plate.
The master said that he was growing, and eating only steamed buns and vegetables was not enough, he also needed to eat some nuts.
Wuzhen broke the steamed bun in half, stuffed walnuts, dried beans and other things into it, took a big bite, and then drank the water in the cup.
The water in the cup tastes sweet.
Outside the house, the fat master was sweeping the floor.
Inside the house, the fat disciple was eating.
They are all practicing and understanding the Dharma.
Wuzhen and his master talked about what they saw and heard down the mountain:
"Master, I met a man at the foot of the mountain. He said he was from Mipo Country. People there don't believe in Buddhism. They believe in the nine-headed snake. It sounds a bit scary."
Master Mingdeng shook his head as he swept the floor. "It's not a nine-headed snake, it's a seven-headed snake. That's their snake god, Mijia. The seven heads of the Mipo Kingdom's snake god represent wind, fire, water, earth, sun, moon, and sky. They're not scary."
Wuzhen was a little surprised and said:
"That donor was a little strange. He looked murderous, but he was very polite. He knocked my bun off my head, apologized to me, and called me Little Master instead of Little Fatty."
Master Ming Deng: "When someone has murderous intent, it doesn't necessarily mean they want to kill someone. It could be because they haven't gotten what they wanted, or things haven't gone as they wished. They might be a very polite person, but polite people can also experience loss and resentment."
Wuzhen finished the nuts and steamed buns on the plate and drank all the water in the cup.
"Burp." He burped.
"I hope the donor gets what he wants."
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