Xiao Rong: "Yes."
Jian Qiao always felt that it was not very reliable: "Can the king really get this done? What if the Buddha's words make him unhappy, will he kill the Buddha with a knife?"
Xiao Rong: “It’s hard to say.”
Jian Qiao: “…”
He turned his head quickly, with a look of shock on his face: "Then why did you let the king go alone?!"
Xiao Rong glanced at him and said, "Who said you were alone? The king goes first, and I will go later. First, whether the king has offended the Buddhist disciples or not, at least the Buddhist disciples have seen his attitude. He did come to greet them in person. Second, there is a principle called first suppressing and then praising. Monks are unwilling to deal with people like the king who have committed so many sins. Even if you smile at him, his prejudice will not change in a short time, and it is easy to give him a hypocritical impression. It is better to let him recognize the king's true nature, reduce his expectations to the lowest, and then persuade him. Third, this way I don't have to rush over. General Jian, is the carriage you made for me last time still there?"
Jian Qiao: “…………”
He looked at Xiao Rong helplessly. The topic changed too quickly and the reason changed from serious to irrelevant in an instant. He was just an ordinary person and really couldn't keep up with Xiao Rong's pace.
"Yes, yes, but Mr. Xiao, by the time you get there by carriage, it will be tomorrow at the earliest. The king will be able to reach Anding City tonight."
Jian Qiao asked him worriedly, "Aren't you afraid that the king will lose control of his temper today?"
Xiao Rong sighed, "So I told the king not to act on impulse. Don't worry, the king is a man who values his promises. He will keep his promise for at least one day, and I will be there in one day."
Jian Qiao was completely convinced.
Xiao Rong really planned every step clearly. The question is how did he know that the king would come? At first, he clearly planned to ride his horse over.
Could it be that he was planning to do this as soon as he saw the king appear...
Jian Qiao didn't dare to say anything, he just quietly arranged the carriage, and not long after, Xiao Rong also set off. ＊An Ding City.
The Zhenbei Army did not let Mi Jing leave and arranged for him to stay in an inn. He was guarded by the Zhenbei Army soldiers as he walked up the stairs of the inn. The people nearby all came over and whispered to him.
The closed door blocked the curious and worried gazes of the common people, as well as the seemingly polite but actually tough Zhenbei Army guarding him.
Mi Jing sat upright on a mat in the inn room, twisting the Buddhist beads in his hands.
He didn't know how many times he had encountered the same treatment. Because he became famous early, every leader of a force wanted to treat him as a guest of honor, but to say "guest of honor" actually meant to use his fame to control him.
The prince, the emperor, the Wusun Kunmi, the Xianbei emperor, and even the royal teacher of India, now there is the King of Zhenbei.
When Mi Jing left the Central Plains, Qu Yunmie had not yet become famous, but he had been away for many years and was always concerned about the changes in the power in the Central Plains. This time when he came back, he passed through Qiuci, Yanqi, and Shanshan. These countries were all discussing the King of Zhenbei. Mi Jing knew very well what he and his Zhenbei Army had done.
The twisting of the Buddhist beads stopped at this moment. Mi Jing opened his slightly closed eyes and looked towards the door. It was already dusk. Soldiers had just brought in vegetarian food half a quarter of an hour ago, but he did not eat a single bite.
He heard the heavy and reckless footsteps outside the door getting closer and closer, and the next moment, the door was pushed open forcefully.
In this man's hands, the two wooden doors seemed like paper kites, and they opened wide at once. A handsome man in black clothes appeared in front of Mi Jing. His eyes were narrow and slightly narrowed. He looked at Mi Jing with a scrutinizing look, without any friendliness at all.
Mi Jing raised his head slightly and looked at him neither servile nor arrogant. …＊
Xiao Rong sat in the carriage, his whole body bouncing back and forth.
He held onto the carriage, thinking bitterly that he would have to modify the carriage when he had time. When the capital was moved to Chenliu, he would definitely have to ride in a carriage. That would not be just six hundred miles, but a full fourteen hundred miles! He would have to cross mountains and rivers, and he was going to vomit just thinking about it.
Just as he was thinking this, he hit a small bump and was thrown up and then thrown down again.
Xiao Rong: “…” His butt.
When he talked to Jian Qiao, he looked calm and not in a hurry at all. In fact, after getting on the carriage, he still ordered the guards to ignore him and drive on at full speed.
He now understood Qu Yunmie's personality quite well, but the person who really worried him about something unexpected happening was the Buddhist disciple.
When he was promoting Buddhism to Qu Yunmie, Gao Xunzhi and others, he only said the nice things and did not mention anything bad.
For example, Buddha's son is not as simple as they think. He is a top saint father who only knows how to save people. Later generations positioned him as a eminent monk, poet, writer, politician, and philosopher in the late Yong Dynasty.
Nothing else matters, the key is the three words "politician".
Others thought that Fuzi went abroad for pilgrimage or to conduct academic research on Buddhism. In fact, he went abroad to observe the social structure of other countries and learned a lot of useful and useless things, intending to come back and apply them in the Central Plains. The experience eight years ago made Fuzi understand one thing thoroughly: chanting sutras is indeed not very effective, so he planned to chant sutras while participating in the political arena that others had not allowed him to participate in.
According to official history, during the years when he served as the imperial teacher to the young emperor, he turned the Nanyong court upside down. He maneuvered among several heavyweights, including the emperor's brother-in-law Sun Renluan, Prime Minister Yang Zangyi, Empress Dowager Sun Shannu, and the young emperor He Fu, sometimes cooperating with one person and sometimes speaking for another. However, due to his identity as a Buddhist, no one could do anything to him, so he succeeded many times.
If it weren't for Qu Yunmie's brilliant move, Fuzi might have made further progress, maybe even overshadowed Sun Renluan. But how can a politician compare to a man with weapons? Qu Yunmie stabbed the little emperor to death with a spear, and Fuzi's years of hard work were wasted.
Qu Yunmie had a grudge against the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, but not against Fuzi, so he did not kill Fuzi. Fuzi held the body of the little emperor, looked at Qu Yunmie intently, and said the famous saying that has been passed down for thousands of years - those who cannot tolerate sand will not be tolerated by sand, and those who hate heaven and earth will be hated by heaven and earth.
This sentence was included in the "Old Yong Book" and was later analyzed by countless people. Most people believed that the Buddhist saw that Qu Yunmie had lost the hearts of the people and was about to be punished by heaven and earth. The reason he fell into this situation was that he was too extreme. He could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. Driven by love and hate, he was destined not to get a good result.
Putting aside these reading comprehensions, just talking about that sentence, it was a simple curse full of resentment, and it came true later. After the little emperor died, Fuzi returned to the Buddhist temple. Many people felt that Qu Yunmie was cursed to death by him, and they respected him more. King Dongyang later wanted to invite him to come out of the mountain again, but he did not agree. Later, the Han family also came to invite him to come out of the mountain, but he still did not agree. Later generations thought that he was hurt by the death of the little emperor, which is normal. Fuzi is also a human being, and he is a genius who has been smooth and proud since childhood. How can he bear failure again and again?
In short, he never left the temple again in his life, and died at the age of 90. No one knew what he did in the temple for more than 60 years. He did not leave a single word, nor did he accept any disciples. It was as if he no longer existed in this world. It is really sad to say that the beginning of his life was as brilliant as a blooming firework, and the end of his life was as lonely and empty as the night sky after the fireworks disappeared, which made people remember him and sigh for a long time. …………
Compared to Qu Yunmie who made mistakes all his life, Xiao Rong naturally had a better impression of the Buddhist disciple who was trying hard to save the world, but his ideas were no longer as naive as they were at the beginning. The Buddhist disciple had his own ambitions, which might conflict with Xiao Rong's ideas or Qu Yunmie's ideas. Xiao Rong needed him to help him, but he didn't want to bring trouble upon himself.
Thinking of this, Xiao Rong suddenly found that he actually missed the simple-minded king.
Qu Yunmie is still better. He has a straight intestine and a straight brain. Whatever he thinks is revealed on his face. He is also easy to coax. It is easy to fool him and make him lose his mind.
Alas, if only everyone were as dumb as Qu Yunmie.
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