vrcanaries Chapter 130 Chengyi, you have to learn to go out
Chapter 130 Chengyi, you have to learn to go out
In the 21st year of Jianxun, Dayong produced a top scholar named Lin.
This year, there were wars on the border and the court was undergoing reforms, and many talented and ambitious people were waiting to show their talents.
During the palace examination, Lin Zhuangyuan was favored by the princess at first sight and was intended to be her husband, but he declined the offer immediately in court.
He was neither married nor engaged, but he refused politely, saying that he had ambitions and hoped to display them in the court and had no intention of marrying a princess.
Having offended the royal family in this way, what else could he do? In the end, Lin Zhuangyuan could only get a position as a county magistrate.
The county was deliberately chosen to be located in the impoverished area of Yangqiang in the northern border, obviously intending to force him to surrender.
Unfortunately, a man who could reject the princess in court would have a stubborn temper, so he actually became the magistrate of Yangqiang County.
He did this for seven years, until the royal family had completely forgotten about him.
Yangqiang was located in the frontier area, the land was barren and famine often occurred. He led the people to dig canals to divert water and improve the farmland, and for a time he was very loved.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. As soon as the city became a little prosperous, it was targeted by the Tartars. Even though the city put up a desperate resistance, the entire city was still massacred.
Magistrate Lin was too ashamed to live and was about to jump off the city wall to commit suicide, but he was rescued by a general stationed on the border who arrived.
"Only good people in the world commit suicide. Are we going to hand over the world to bad people?"
The young general who said this was full of vigor and vitality. He was the Prince Jin of Dayong, Gongyi Fuguang, who requested to go to the northern border for training.
The border was lost, the city was lost, and the magistrate of Lin County asked to be punished.
Not only did Prince Jin not punish him, but when the court held him accountable, his whereabouts were concealed and he was sent to a Taoist temple.
When we parted, we left a sentence.
"I will defeat Yang Qiang and you don't need to apologize. When the country is peaceful and the sea is calm, I will invite you to come back and serve as an official."
The sun was shining brightly that day, and the breeze was not dry.
When the magistrate of Lin County entered a Taoist temple and chose a Taoist name, he remembered the name of King Jin and called himself Chongming.
The top scholar is the best at everything he practices, even if he becomes a Taoist priest.
Chongming stayed in the Taoist temple and became a Taoist priest.
Prince Jin also made many military achievements in the northern border. When he reached Chengxu Mountain, he found an abandoned Taoist temple and sent it to Chongming as a gift to congratulate him for his great success in practicing Taoism.
From then on, Chongming settled in Chengxu Mountain with one of his fellow apprentices.
The rebellion on the border was quelled, the country was stable, and Yangqiang also had a new county magistrate.
After practicing Taoism for many years, Chongming gradually understood the will of heaven and became indifferent to everything. His ambitions for a career in politics seemed like a world away, so he politely declined Gongyi Fuguang's offer of the position.
But he still worried about the people of Dayong, calculating the weather from time to time and worrying about the grain harvest.
Gongyi Fuguang was stationed in the northern border and would occasionally come to the mountain to recite scriptures and discuss Taoism.
One day, I was traveling on a snowy night and found a little boy at the door at dawn.
This child has excellent physique. Looking at his clear and bright eyes, you can tell that he is a good candidate for cultivating Taoism.
Chongming believed in fate and chance. He knew that this child was destined to be with him, so he gave him a name. On the first day of the new year, he became the first disciple of Yutian Temple, "Chengyi".
Chongming taught him how to speak and write. Seeing how pitifully thin he was, he wished he could cook six meals for him a day.
Soon, Cheng Yi's body grew taller like a bamboo shoot, with a serious face, even more calm and dignified than the jade statues in the temple.
His personality is very similar to Chongming's when he was young. He is self-disciplined, self-reflective and self-controlled, pure to the point of being a little stubborn. Combined with his childish face, his old-fashioned look is almost adorable and pitiful.
He likes this apprentice so much.
Everything he had learned in his life was taught to him. Chengyi was very smart, too smart, and he learned everything at an astonishing speed.
His junior fellow apprentice Chonghong was jealous, and Chongming knew very well that no other apprentice he could take in could compare to Chengyi, so he announced that he would be his last disciple and taught him the Tao wholeheartedly.
One day, Chengyi picked up a snow swan in the back mountain.
The injury was so severe that the wing was almost completely broken.
So he climbed the mountain every day to collect herbs and worked hard to revive it.
After being rescued, it could no longer fly high, so it stayed in the temple.
Chengyi, holding the snow swan, suddenly asked Chongming a question.
"Master, it's obviously in so much pain, why does it still want to live?"
Chongming was stunned when he heard this and sensed something was wrong.
It turned out that his disciple was not born quiet, but had never understood the fun of living.
After reading too much Taoism, I feel that sometimes it teaches people to be empty, the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening, day after day, and it seems to have no meaning.
Chongming first thought about it himself. He also had pain, but he still cared about the people and land of Dayong.
Cheng Yi's eyes don't look like they were born in Dayong.
He didn't know where he came from, his roots were empty, and he had no attachment to this land.
Worse still, he didn't seem to care about anything.
He watched the flowers bloom, but he didn't understand why they bloomed that way.
When the flowers fell, he frowned.
He accepted that everything in the world was supposed to be this way, and that in the end it was all in vain.
Chong Ming was so worried that two strands of his hair turned white. While secretly investigating his background, he asked his fellow apprentice Chong Hongzi to quickly open the door and accept him as a disciple.
No clues were found about his life experience, but fortunately he accepted many new disciples and asked them to pester Cheng Yi and ask him questions, preach the Dharma and do whatever he wanted.
Sure enough, he was getting better day by day.
Being needed by so many people and pestering them to call him "Big Brother", he would occasionally smile and become more lively like a teenager.
When the child said, "There are forty-nine numbers in the universe, and I will inherit one of them," Chongming's brows darkened and he became worried again.
There are few flawless stones and few things in the world are perfect. He was afraid that he would be too rigid and easily break, and he would suffer a lot in the future.
Not long after, the emperor was critically ill and no one had yet chosen a crown prince. It seemed that his four sons were vying for the throne.
Compared with others, Gongyi Fuguang is both civil and military, kind and virtuous, and has the potential to be a wise ruler.
Gongyi Fuguan had great ambitions. After a night-time conversation with Chongming, he set off back to Shengjing.
Chongming was worried day and night, and finally couldn't help but spy on the secret in the middle of the night.
Gongyi Fuguang, however, did not have the destiny to become emperor.
His mind wavered, and he was about to use the forbidden secret technique.
What Chongming had been seeking for half his life was an opportunity like this, to give his benefactor a satisfactory reward and to give Dayong a benevolent monarch.
His junior fellow apprentice Chonghong had an argument with him and was driven out by him.
Chongming opened the altar in the temple, which was illuminated by the billowing blue fire. Only then did he notice a figure slipping into the temple.
A thin, long shadow sat in the corner, its amber eyes dull and lifeless.
He asked softly, "Master, what does it mean to exchange lives?"
Chongming didn't answer.
Chengyi lost his temper for the first time.
When he lost his temper, he didn't cry or make a fuss, but just stayed quietly, not eating or sleeping.
Changing one's fate by using one's life span is against the will of heaven and is as painful as being skinned and bones pulled out. Chongming took on the consequences himself and soon became extremely ill and could not be cured.
Cheng Yi broke into the Xuanshen Temple in the middle of the night and was obstructed by his uncle Chong Hong.
"What do you want to do?"
"I'll give my life to Master." He said calmly.
"Nonsense!" Chong Hong was very angry, "Brother, you are already confused. How old are you? You have your own life and you still have a long way to go."
Cheng Yi lowered his eyes, "I don't want to go alone..."
Chonghong was stunned.
Cheng Yi continued, "Uncle Master, if you don't let me open it, I will find another way to save Master."
When Chongming learned about this, he dared not meet Chengyi with a sick face again, for fear of provoking him to come up with some unfaithful ideas.
The medical books in the clinic were turned upside down, and they recorded that there was a Bodhisattva lotus under the hot spring that could bring the dead back to life.
This is the solution Chengyi found.
There was a heavy snowstorm and the springs dried up.
He took an iron pick and quietly went into the mountain.
Chongming felt uneasy in the middle of the night, so he got up and looked for Chengyi but he couldn't find him. When he saw the book in the doctor's room, he felt something was wrong.
He had no choice but to go out into the snowy night despite his sick body to look for the stubborn disciple who had lost his way.
When Cheng Yi was found, he was trapped at the bottom of the spring, surrounded by dug-out Pusang Lotuses.
When he saw his master, he raised a lotus flower with trembling hands and stubbornly tried to feed it into his master's mouth.
Chongming cooperated and ate a few flowers raw, and his mouth was full of bitterness.
I know that this lotus has no secret that can bring people back to life, it is just a legend that has been spread by word of mouth.
The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and the bottom of the spring was about to collapse.
Chongming rolled out holding Chengyi.
The falling snow mixed with gravel broke his leg, and blood gushed out all over the ground.
The night wind howled, the air was filled with cold smoke, and people would quickly become hypothermic.
Cheng Yi carried his skinny master back to the temple. When he ran out of strength, he crawled. His fingers were numb from the cold, and the ice spikes pierced his fingers, leaving them covered in blood and with almost no intact skin.
The blizzard has made it impossible to see the road clearly, and there is not a single star in the sky.
The towering trees are like ghostly shadows, determined to trap people to death in the maze.
Cheng Yi tore off his clothes and tied them to the trees, one tree after another, until his clothes were torn and his arms were exposed, with purple veins spreading out.
After walking around a few times, he saw the knot tied to the tree again, and he knelt on the ground in despair.
He began to pray to the thirty-six gods in heaven and the seventy-two immortals on earth to stop the snow, which made Chongming very sad.
Chongming knew that his time was running out, so he found a vacant space shaded by some dead trees and said, "Master, I am tired. Let's take a rest."
Cheng Yi knelt on the ground, blood oozing from his cracked lips, "Master... I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm sorry..."
"I don't blame you. I know what you mean." Chongming touched his head, "Chengyi, you tried your best."
The cries of wild crows were heard from the sky, and in the endless wind and snow, they sounded like crying.
A layer of gray began to appear on Chongming's thin and sickly face.
They met as master and disciple on a snowy night, and were about to separate on a snowy night.
Chengyi grabbed Chongming's clothes tightly and begged, "Master, please don't abandon me..."
Chongming closed his eyes and said, "Life and death are predetermined, and no one can decide."
Cheng Yi's face turned pale, "Disciple will not live alone, it is better to follow the master."
Chongming was furious, "Chengyi! Don't talk nonsense."
The confused boy knelt in the pale snow, his eyes empty and lifeless.
"To me, there is only my master in this world."
Chongming's breath gradually weakened in the night, and he could only sigh, "...That's because you only look here."
The passing of life is the most helpless thing.
He died for his confidant and burned up everything for his former ambitions for the country, which can be considered a good ending.
However, Cheng Yi, his only beloved disciple in this life, whom he always cared about, had to bear such a straightforward ending alone.
Cheng Yi has always been heavy-hearted and has always suffered. I am afraid that I will be trapped in this snowy night for the rest of my life.
"Chengyi." Chongming used up his last bit of strength and held his hand reluctantly.
"The snow will eventually stop, you have to learn to go out..."