Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 71: How The Monarch Was Refined

“A successful monarch knows how to use the hearts and minds of his people. He would reassure the people and even foster the use of religion to make them happy with the status quo. In this way, dissatisfaction with this world can be expected in the afterlife, rather than in this world seeking violent methods to change fate. ”

Sovereignty Theory is just a booklet, and there's not much left to talk about until the end of the disaster. So I combined it with Zhao Shi's "Revolutionary Scripture" to make it more Chinese, and I could delay it more. Monson has completely put down the Playboy mask in front of me, listening with attention. Every time I hear a new theory, I praise it and express my opinions from time to time.

“Is it really that important to the people? The Lu family's father and son could never take the hearts and minds of the people seriously.” He pondered for a moment and looked up and asked me.

I said positively, "This is where Lu's father and son failed. Those who trample upon the hearts and minds of the people are abandoned. People's hearts are water, monarchy is boat. Water can carry boats, and it can overtake boats. So whatever dirty means you use in your back, keep a good image of the people. ”

Monson pondered, enlightening himself: “Religion is the most convenient way to appease the hearts and minds of the people and make them stop fighting.” Standing up and laughing with ridicule in his eyes, "Lu Guangdu said with Master Rosh on his side, but he didn't know how to use it. It was so stupid. ”

When he walked indoors with his hands behind his back and looked at me, he smiled with a deep smile: “On the other day, I took up my position, privileged the magician as a teacher and preached Buddha's Law with all my strength. ”

I laughed and didn't answer. Monson did believe in and advocate Buddhism after taking over the aunt, but Rosh was already in Chang 'an. Monson's monks in the western realm did not become teachers. He also learned Yao Xing to open a translation yard in Aung Xing, and translated more than a dozen classic Buddhist scriptures such as "The Great Nirvana Scripture".

As he watched as he walked slowly, his hands held back to soothe Monson's bones, the monarch's dominance and qualities had undoubtedly been revealed to him. Liangzhou is in the hands of the Lu people, and the disaster is no more than what I am now facing. And by Monson, the city's inhabitants had grown to over 200,000, and there was no longer a famine in the history books. His son was particularly appreciative of his frustration and reused a number of Chinese Confucius. These Confucianism were a great fortune when it came to uplifting North Wei to extinguish North Cold. History says that since then, Wei Zhiju Feng has begun to vibrate. It can be seen that in Monson's hands, Liangzhou's economy and culture are much stronger than Zulu's. And his cultivation of the second generation, in this “old hero son of a bitch” sixteen, is an odd number.

The coffin cover for Monson in the Jin Jin Shu concludes: “Monson comes from Yiddish and is good at stuffing.... called the soldier White, Nanling please and; leaving Danling, North Korbin uniform. However, to see the sense of forgetfulness, to destroy relatives, even though it can destabilize a corner, is also ready for vicious virtue. ”

“See forgetfulness, evil and annihilation of relatives", which set him. When Monson was mentioned, he cheated and betrayed him. He used the knife of a career to remove the male Cheng, and then killed a career to take the throne. But is it important to the people of Liangzhou that these despicable methods used to compete for power among individuals?

I walked out of Monson's door carrying two dozen grains. Looking up at the sky, still hazy. Although the snow has stopped, the cold wind is still like cutting a knife, cutting out the despair in your heart. When will this cold winter be over? I really want to shout, but I don't even have the strength to shout like that.

Sigh and reverse the bag on your back toward home. Anyway, with food, we have hope of survival.

Rare people fled across the street to a teenager holding a dark, furry thing in his hand. He ran away and looked back and almost ran into me. Someone was chasing this kid, listening to the naughty screams, and he was a younger kid.

When that chased child came past me, I shouted, "Superior, what are you doing? ”

Murong overstepped and suddenly became weak and paralyzed in the street. I hurried forward, dropped the bag and lifted him up. Xiao Murong's face was full of ash, his forehead was clotted, and his cotton jacket had been torn apart in several places, his hands glued to blood and black hair, and he didn't know what it was. The other hand was still holding a broken basket.

“Auntie!” When he saw me, he cried in agony.

“Superior, what's wrong?” I took the paste out of my arms and wept it for him. Wipe the wound on his face, “How come there's blood? Did you have a fight? ”

“He took my rat!” He pointed the kid in the direction of the run. Let me see, it's long gone.

A little nauseous, frowned: “Rat? ”

Murong Chao ignored the look on my face and just nodded: “Chao 'er didn't eat yesterday's meal, rubbing it into a bunch of bait. I waited a long time in the gutter today to get a rat hooked. ”

It turns out that basket was used to catch mice, and he really figured it out. He patted the dust on his face and asked softly, "What happened then? ”

“The rat was huge and it took Superior a lot of effort to strangle it. I was about to wash up and bring it home, and someone robbed me! ”

He buried his head in my arms and cried again. Tears gushed through the big, dark eyes, rinsing dusty faces, revealing several white skin lines. My heart-shaped little face wrinkled and made me sad. He's only four years old after New Year's Eve, hasn't eaten a day, fights a mouse. The mouse must have strangled so hard that it had to be beaten by little ones.

Sigh and lift his shoulder to comfort him: "Turtle doesn't cry, he goes home with his aunt. Auntie has food, let's go back and cook. ”

Turning to carry the food bag, I found a middle-aged man across the street, gazing straight into my bag and swallowing. Suddenly sweating cold, he quickly hugged the grain bag into his arms, jumped up and pulled up Murong and ran. The man stepped forward, pulled my collar back. The collar strangled my throat, breathless and desperate to swing my hands backwards, to no avail.

He just reached into his arms and suddenly heard a scream from the man. The collar loosened and another painful cry was heard. It's Superior!

I held my throat and tried to breathe, and I saw the man jumping and rubbing his feet. Ululu was lying on the floor with traces of silk blood in his mouth. He bit that man in the leg! I rushed up to lift up Superior, and it was another heartache. Reach into your arms and pull out the anesthesia gun. He was about to shoot the man, and suddenly he saw a tall figure coming at him from afar. From his costume, I recognize it right away. It's Monson!

I quickly put away the anesthesia gun. Now that Monson's here, he'll definitely get in my way. So I can't let him see I have such an advanced weapon. Just as I hesitated, the man was trying to escape with his food bag on his back. I rushed forward and pulled his arm, and I had to hold it off so Monson could catch up.

The man dumped me so desperately, I got punched in the forehead, and I looked at Venus. As soon as his hand was released, he was immediately bowed up by another tingle. He pulled my hair, not a man! I was so upset that I should have just shot him.

“Stop it! ”

Grab my hand and let go. I didn't stop and fell into the cold snow, which made my scalp ache. Hearing a few hits in the ear, the man gave a painful grunt.

“Scram!” The fierce, violent voice, through the shadows, “Let me see you again, it's a dead end! ”

I stood half up and saw the man cover his stomach, full of fear, limping and fleeing. A wide, angry face burst into my face, squatting down and lifting me up.

“Put me down!” I shouted powerlessly, turning around to see if anyone would see what he was doing.

Monson walked forward with no expression: "Don't move, I'll take you back to the house to take care of the wound. ”

Look, I'm still struggling, and he looks down and laughs, “Or do you want the magician to see what you look like? ”

I didn't move right away, I didn't dare look him in the eye, but I still insisted: "Then put me down and I can go by myself. ”

He looked at me in his arms and shook his head with a sigh: "Who says Chinese women are gentle and gentle? ”

Put me down, make sure I can walk, and shout with emotion: "You're so thin, you're stubborner than a Hungarian woman. ”

I had no time to answer him, and most importantly, the food was kept. Touching his forehead, he intended to carry the food bag on the ground, and he stepped forward and grabbed it with only one hand. I was going to lift Murong Chao, who was still lying on the ground, and he walked up and hugged Murong Chao again. Noose at me: “Let's go...”

When he arrived at Monson House, he had his men fetch hot water and find Jin Zhuang medicine. I turned away from his hand, trying to apply ointment to me, and offered him a solemn thank you: "Thank you, General. ”

He retracted his hand, a little grumpy. Still bandaging his face, he pushed the ointment in front of me. I took it, called Murong over, cleaned his wound, and applied ointment.

“By the way, how did the little general show up?” I gave Murong a super healing wound and asked.

“When exactly are you gonna call me Monson?” He asked, but the answer was no question.

And I was like, “Is this important? ”

“It doesn't matter. Whatever.” He groaned, turning away, "You're a weak woman, carrying so much food, not being stripped alive by life. ”

I'm silent. It's not that I didn't think about security, but I didn't dare let Rosh know how the food came. Today is the next day of classes for Monson, and I sneak into Monson's house while Rosh leads his disciples out begging. Just for an hour, because I'm gonna be home before Rosh gets back. As for what to do in the future, the only pretext I can think of now is money from selling jade. I can't keep my heart out of chaos, and, indeed, as Monson said, these grains are enough to drive people crazy enough to fight for their lives.

Look at me keep quiet, Monson snorted in his nose: "You take the ointment, remember to apply it these days. I'll take you home today. ”

He looked up and saw the haze in his eyes fade away, turning to unknown care. These soft eyes have never been seen before in his eyes. Heartbeat sharply, head down and wash yourself.

Kim Chuang medicine does work, but... “Thank you General Xiao for the medicine, just don't bother sending it. ”

“Superior, go get Uncle Yan.” I knelt down and said to Murong Chao, "Remember not to let the magician know. ”

Murong nodded and ran away. I looked into the bronze mirror carefully at my wounds. Luckily, it's just that my hair got caught and now my scalp doesn't hurt anymore. There was some swelling on the forehead and I applied the drenched ointment myself. Fortunately, there were no injuries left.

After cleaning up, I said again to Monson: "The little general saved us, and the concubine could not repay us. Until the concubine's family picks him up, the concubine can talk about the next chapter for the young general - 'How to get the country through your own army and abilities’. ”

He snorted cold in his nose and looked at me facelessly: "That's fair. Save you once for a chapter in the Book of Wonders. ”

I migrated, steady my breath, trying to forget the pain in my forehead and the grunt in my stomach from hunger. “The stranger's point in this chapter is that those who are least dependent on luck are best placed to maintain their position. He..."

“Why not let the magician know? ”

That's what he interrupted me for? I smile bitterly. Roche has a high taste. How can I get food this way?

“The magician is also a man, if he knew that you were in a sexy woman's house every day..." Monson spun around me, his eyes staring at my breasts blasphemously, and lowered his voice in my ear, vaguely saying, "What would he think of that two battles of food every day? ”

He looked up furiously, saw his funny smile, angry in his heart, and said, “Little General, is this strange book more important than hacking you and me? ”

He laughed out loud, "What a calm woman, she doesn't panic. ”

Shut up and smile. "That's right. I Monson naturally knows what matters more. You don't have to lecture today, you just have to faint from hunger. ”

I can't talk anymore. Sit down and minimize energy consumption. We just sat there, and he stared at me for a long time, and he didn't talk, and he just kept holding the eagle's eye on me.

I'll just close my eyes and save him the upset. I heard a boring laugh coming from across the street. Later, he walked out and came in and said to me, "You can eat before you go. ”

His tone was gentle and even mildly tender, but it shocked me even more. The doorman reported that Yanping had arrived, just in time for the next person to send a pot of lamb. I did my best to resist the most beautiful scent in the world and stood up and said goodbye to Monson. In spite of the instant pungency on his face, he turned and walked away.

I didn't refuse to eat that lamb because I had a high temper. It's... I don't dare. As long as I stay awake, I have an anesthesia gun to protect me. Once I've eaten anything, if there's medicine, I can't even jump into the Yellow River and wash it. Yan Yu was listening, and he feared that he was already moving this thought. This man is so frightening...

Return home with Ho Yanping escort. Already told Hu Yanping on the way, he picked me up at Monson's every day and asked him to help me keep it from Rosh. Shortly after returning home, Rosh came back with several disciples, and there was food. It wasn't the grain that surprised me, it was the cut in his hand. Blood clotted on top and darkened.

Hurry up and take out the gold meds from Monson, clean his wounds, and apply them carefully. Look at the wound, it looks like it was cut by a sharp object. Ask him, just say he accidentally cut it. He started asking me about the wound on my forehead without saying a few words. I also learned from him. A few vague words accidentally hit him. Now move on to the question of how he got the food.

He told me with joy that this was a gift from Zhang Zi, the Chinese Superintendent. Zhang Zhiwenhan was very gracious and never hit Lu Guang, so he was always very trusted by Lu Guang. Because of his poor health, Lu Guang did not take him to the battlefield this time. He had been suffering from illness and Rosh read the Book of Disaster Relief for him. Zhang Zhi was happy and sent Rosh Five Fighting Food.

I was happy to hand over the food to Hu Yanping and let him cook half a dozen more today, the rest locked into the warehouse. Tell Rosh secretly that Zhang Zhi's illness can't break its roots and will die in a few years.

“Lu Guang managed to rescue Zhang Zhi before he died. A foreign Taoist named Luo Fork claimed he could cure Zhang Zhi, and Lu Guang gave him a lot of jewelry. You know that Luo Fork lied, and in front of Zhang Zhi and Lu Guang, he used a five-color wire rope to burn into ash and throw it into the water. The ash ends emerge from the water and merge into silk rope. This heralds Zhang Zhi's illness cannot be cured. Turns out he died in just a few days. ”

And he asked me in my ear, "How can you do that? ”

“I don't know.” The kitchen is brimming with the freshness of Xiaomi. Today's meal can be a little richer than yesterday's. Swallow and smile at him, "You're much smarter than me. Years to go, you can think about it. ”

“Irene, where is your food coming from? ”

He did ask. I blurred my heart and said, “It's money from selling jade. ”

Hurry up and walk to the kitchen: "I'll cook for Grandma. ”