Chapter 389 The Failed Traveler
Every person with a conscience can empathize with the pain of others.
These words were said by Sun Chonglou.
"Who told you?" Fucheng asked.
"It's a monk." Sun Chonglou met a monk when he went out earlier. "The monk said that I have wisdom and can sit on the Vajra for the Buddha. Master, what does the Vajra do?"
Fu Cheng said calmly, "The kitchen just made some big meat buns. They smell delicious."
Whoosh!
Sun Chonglou disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fucheng coughed dryly and went to see Jiang Qingzhi.
Jiang Qingzhi was working on a small machine tool in the restricted area, but he did not develop the motor.
"Master." Fu Cheng did not enter the courtyard, but turned sideways to face the gate of the forbidden area. "Shitou met a monk before. The monk said that Shitou has wisdom. I want to discuss Shitou's wisdom with him."
As a military fan of later generations, Jiang Qingzhi knew the tradition of Rabbit's weapon research and development: equip one generation, develop one generation, and pre-research one generation. He followed this old tradition and started the development of the second generation of flintlock pistols after equipping himself with the first homemade flintlock pistol.
"Huigen?" Jiang Qingzhi glanced at Fucheng, "Is it troublesome?"
Fu Cheng said respectfully: "This is the capital, and the Ming Dynasty is suppressing it. I think the ghosts and gods are afraid of it."
Jiang Qingzhi nodded, and Fucheng immediately left the house.
He walked slowly, hunched over.
Emperor Taizu once became a monk, but his purpose was just to make a living. After ascending the throne, Emperor Taizu sent monks to various countries as envoys, with the aim of letting the neighboring countries feel the goodwill of the Ming Dynasty.
After his rule was stabilized, Emperor Taizu noticed the erosion of the secular world by the outsiders. The fields were fine, after all, they had just emerged from the chaotic times, and there were many abandoned fields. But the population became a point of conflict between the two sides.
If they all become monks, who will farm and who will join the army?
Moreover, Fangwai not only owned a large amount of land, but also took in a large number of people, and these lands and people were not taxed.
This touched the bottom line of Emperor Taizu, so he introduced a series of measures to restrict the development of Fangwai.
When it came to Emperor Chengzu, he had a special fondness for Taoism, and the Golden Summit of Mount Wudang is clear evidence of this.
The current Emperor Jiajing worships Taoism, but his Buddhist knowledge is unfathomable and he can still fight against Taoism in the capital.
An old monk was waiting outside a shop.
The waiter came out with a plate of leftovers in his hand, "That's all, are you willing?"
The monk had a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes. He handed over the bowl and said, "It's all food, but it's just to feed this stinking skin."
"wack!"
The waiter poured the leftovers into his bowl and said, "How about I give you another steamed bun?"
"No thanks." The monk turned around and ate the food with his hands as he walked away, as if no one was around.
After he finished his meal, he went to a house to ask for water to drink and wash his bowl and hands.
"Since it is just a stinking skin, why should it be cleaned?"
A somewhat sharp voice came from behind.
The monk smiled and shook the water in the bowl. "Although it is just a smelly skin, ordinary people are ignorant and think that a smelly skin is beautiful. The monk wants to use this smelly skin to demonstrate the wonderful Dharma, so it should be cleaned."
"Why are you looking for stones?"
The monk opened the bundle and slowly packed it up. "It's obvious that the child has a connection with Buddha. Buddha has mercy on him. He should return to the Western Regions with me. He should practice diligently in this life and become a Vajra under the Buddha in the next life."
"King Kong doesn't have time to come to the mortal world."
"If King Kong makes a mistake, he will be cast down to earth."
"Are you from the Western Regions?"
"Yes." The monk put the bowl in his bag and slowly folded the bag.
"That child is obviously from the Ming Dynasty."
"His father is my senior fellow apprentice and is indeed a Ming dynasty man."
"Can monks get married and have children?"
"The abbot left home after getting married and having children." Cheng Xing's eyes were filled with admiration. "As soon as the abbot entered Dazong Temple, his cultivation became more vigorous and diligent. Before the old abbot passed away, he appointed him to take over Dazong Temple, and everyone obeyed him."
"I guess you've been looking for him for a long time?"
"Not long, only five years."
The monk turned around and put the bag on his back, "Your name is Fucheng."
"It seems you have checked us." Fucheng slowly clenched his hands in his sleeves.
"Five years ago, I came from the Western Regions and traveled eastward. After entering the Pass, I searched everywhere in the north, but to no avail. A year ago, I went to the south and finally found his whereabouts with the help of fellow monks, but I didn't expect that he was gone."
The monk's eyes were deep and bright, "I didn't expect that he would be a slave in the mansion. I would like to see Lord Changwei, is that possible?"
"Why do you want to take him back?" Fu Cheng asked, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
"You have murderous intentions." The monk laughed. "Yaer City exists because of Dazong Temple, but Dazong Temple was destroyed because of his father. The monks begged for alms for many years before it was repaired. He needs to go back and settle this cause and effect."
"is it?"
"Yes."
The two stood opposite each other.
A cold wind blew into the alley, ruffling Fucheng's sleeves.
He raised his hand, without moving, and bent his five fingers into claws, and put them in front of the monk's face.
"South."
When he recited the word "Nan", the monk's body retreated rapidly.
"none!"
The monk rolled up his sleeves and brushed it away fiercely.
In the strong wind, Fucheng grabbed the sleeve and pulled it hard.
"Ah!"
The monk's body followed, as if it had no weight at all.
"Mi!"
The monk's fist suddenly appeared under Fucheng's ribs.
"Tuo!" Fucheng's claws also reached his neck.
"Buddha!"
The two stopped.
The monk smiled and said, "The weather is so nice, we shouldn't kill anyone."
……
When in Taizhou Prefecture, Jiang Qingzhi killed the assassin of the Songmu family with a single shot with a flintlock pistol, but discovered some problems with the flintlock pistol. For example, when pulling the trigger, it takes time because you have to wait for the flint to be struck, ignite the primer, ignite the gunpowder in the barrel, and finally push the projectile to fire.
During this time, it is difficult for Jiang Qingzhi to ensure that he can keep his right hand steady. In other words, if the distance is longer, there is a high possibility that the shot will miss.
There are two ways to solve this problem. One is to practice hard, but Jiang Qing had seen those documentaries in his previous life. In order to practice stability, the sharpshooters in the army hung bricks under the guns and even placed things on the guns.
Jiang Qingzhi couldn't bear that kind of hardship.
So he turned his attention to improving the pistol.
There's nothing wrong with the barrel or the rifling; the problem is with the primer.
"Unless we can get a real propellant, like fulminate of mercury."
Jiang Qingzhi scratched his head. At this moment, he was extremely envious of the omnipotence of those predecessors who had traveled through time.
Mercury fulminate, mercury fulminate...
Jiang Qingzhi pondered for a long time, and finally said in despair: "I have almost returned all my chemistry knowledge to the teacher. I'd better climb the technology tree honestly! If I take too big a step, I will easily go astray."
He was also an optimistic person. After putting this matter aside, he began to think about the affairs of the Mu family in Yunnan.
I remember that the ticket to visit Prince Mu's Palace seemed to cost 60 yuan, and Jiang Qingzhi even complained that it was too expensive. When I heard the tour guide say that Prince Mu's Palace was later turned into Prince Pingxi's Palace by Wu Sangui, I felt even more disgusted.
However, you can see the ancient city of Lijiang from the top, and the scenery is quite nice.
Mu Chaobi was an ambitious and cruel man. Jiang Qingzhi dared to assert that Mu Rong's death was caused by him. There was no doubt that Mu Gong, who later inherited the title, also died at his hands.
The fact that these people are so unscrupulous shows how much the Mu family disregards the court.
Mu Chaobi did not commit treason in history, which puzzled Jiang Qingzhi.
What blocked his ambition?
Jiang Qingzhi frowned and wanted to find Lu Bing to find out more, but he was worried that Lu Bing would notice something.
He had long had the idea of planning to take over Yunnan. Controlling Yunnan would not only increase the country's fortunes, but would also open up the passage to Myanmar.
The warships set out to the southeast, controlled the Strait of Malacca, and turned that sea area into the inland sea of the Ming Dynasty.
Then you have to start cleaning up.
Opening up this channel to Myanmar is of great significance. It will allow the Ming army to reach the Bay of Bengal directly by land and see India's territory across the sea.
Build a base in Burma, build a fleet, and follow the coastline to reach Africa. Go along the coast, around the Cape of Good Hope... Oh my God!
Jiang Qingzhi's breathing became a little rapid.
If you go around it, you will reach Europe at this moment.
Across the way is Latin America.
When the true face of this world appears in the eyes of the Ming Dynasty's rulers and ministers, how many people will be blinded?
After the route was opened, the caravan was escorted by armed warships.
Open the door, free trade?
what?
Don't agree?
Boom! Damn it!
Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but feel fascinated at the thought of sailing armed warships to Europe's doorstep and blasting open their borders with naval guns.
"I have to do this myself!"
When Jiang Qingzhi was feeling overwhelmed, Sun Chonglou was shouting outside: "Young Master, Young Master."
"Calling for souls!" Jiang Qingzhi was very unhappy because his map development was interrupted.
"The monk is here."
Jiang Qingzhi frowned, thinking that Fucheng couldn't even get rid of this person?
He put away his tools and took a look at the cauldron.
The big tripod was slowly slowing down.
What does this mean?
"Master Ding, could it be that my plan will be of great benefit to the Ming Dynasty?"
The big tripod was turning slowly, and only the copper-green light was emitting from it, spreading around.
Jiang Qingzhi left the forbidden area and asked, "Who is that monk?"
Sun Chonglou shook his head, holding half a meat bun in his hand, eating with oil dripping from his mouth, "I don't know, but when he saw me this morning, he talked about something. What about Dazong Temple, what about karma, I ran away as soon as I heard it."
"Do you still remember what happened back then?" Jiang Qingzhi asked calmly.
Sun Chonglou said: "I just remember the flames shooting up into the sky."
"anything else?"
When Jiang Qingzhi rescued Sun Chonglou in Suzhou, the boy looked skinny and dumb, like a fool. When asked about his origins, he only said that he came from the west.
The west side is so big, and when I asked him in detail, he knew nothing about anything.
What a fool... At that time, Jiang Gan felt that Sun Chonglou was destined to be with him, and Jiang Qingzhi happened to want a companion, so he kept Sun Chonglou.
Time flies. Hanhan has grown into a big and strong man with a broad back then.
"And...at that time...after I met the monk, I remembered some things." Sun Chonglou said.
There was a clarity in those eyes similar to Zhang Tong's, but more of it was innocence.
Jiang Qingzhi arrived at the front yard.
The monk stood at the bottom of the steps and said with a smile, "Meet Chief Wilbur."
"I don't like beating around the bush. Just tell me, what do you want?" Jiang Qingzhi asked in a deep voice.
He saw Mo Zhan, Sun Bu Tong and others. These guards formed a circle and surrounded the monk in the middle.
Is Fucheng not sure either?
A shadow passed through Jiang Qingzhi's heart.
The monk smiled and said, "I am Cheng Xing, from the Dazong Temple in Yaer City. I came here to bring back the son of the former abbot, Sun Chonglou!"
(End of this chapter)
