Chapter 833 The Promise of Supreme Heaven

Author: Middle-aged paper tiger

Chapter 833 The Promise of Supreme Heaven

Jianghua Bay is indeed a place with very complex hydrological conditions, and Huang Fuzhao was right about this.

Historically, the most famous one in this bay was Ganghwa Island.

During the Wang Dynasty's Goryeo and Lee Dynasty's Joseon Dynasties, whenever powerful enemies from the north moved south, Ganghwa Island would become a refuge for the kings of Goryeo and Joseon.

If we want to attack from the sea, Ganghwa Bay looks vast, but the water depth is generally only about 5.5 meters, which is not conducive to the movement of large ships.

At the same time, the coastline meanders for more than 2,000 miles, with thousands of large and small islands, and the tidal range can reach more than ten meters.

In particular, its main channel, the Ganghwa Strait, is narrow and slender. At low tide, a large number of rocks emerge from the water, making it extremely difficult to navigate.

Although the reefs will be submerged during high tide, allowing smooth passage, some higher reefs will turn into extremely dangerous reefs, making it difficult for people to guard against.

The terrain is complex and it is difficult to enter the bay. Without the guidance of fishermen who have lived there for decades, no warship with more than 500 tons of materials and about 150 tons can pass through.

This was Huangfu Zhao's confidence, and it was Wang Zhao's confidence that he wanted to try Wang Jing by the Nanjiang River.

If something goes wrong, they can lead their elite cavalry back to Kaijing before the Dazhou navy disembarks from Ganghwa Bay.

Wang Zhao was even ready to abandon Kaijing and run to the Gongsan Mountains, which was the mountain range north of Daegu in later generations.

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Master Fayan, wearing brown sea blue, walked slowly in a small fishing village by the sea, followed by his junior brother, the Tianzhu eminent monk Varo and a mysterious little novice monk.

Seeing them, even though they were already quite poor, countless fishermen on the seaside still flocked to both sides of the road. They were holding very rough buckwheat cakes mixed with a lot of wild vegetables and wanted to offer them to Master Fa Yan. This was already their best gift.

It's time to start eating.

Master Fayan smiled and refused one by one. He is a devout believer and adheres to the habit of not eating after lunch.

However, although there was no need to accept the donations from the believers, Master Fayan still smiled kindly and kept chanting sutras and praying for them.

Buddhism in Goryeo had developed greatly at this time, but the same problem was reflected in Wang Zhao's refusal to allow Sri Vora to build temples.

Korean Buddhism can only live in extreme poverty at the bottom, and it is spread among the poor farmers and fishermen who dream of enduring hardships in this life to wash away their sins, and being reincarnated in the family of Master Wu Ban in the next life.

When the fishermen saw Master Fayan's compassionate appearance and his strict adherence to the rules and precepts, they felt more and more that he was not a simple monk.

Listening to the chants of Fa Yan and Varo, the fishermen were full of piety and followed them in groups until they reached a simple small seaside temple.

This small temple is very unique. It is not built with the commonly used local mud walls, but with pieces of rocks of various shapes from the seaside.

Obviously, these are stones that fishermen from various fishing villages spontaneously moved from various places.

When Fayan and Varo walked outside the door, Srivara, who had curly hair, leopard head and eyes, and looked more like a path-cutting thief than a senior monk, was already waiting at the door.

"Uncle Master hasn't lost his vajra appearance yet. It seems he has encountered a bottleneck!" Fa Yan clasped his hands together, but with a full smile on his face.

"Wu Luo, I've met my uncle!" Master Wu Luo also clasped his hands together, but in Tianzhu dialect.

Sri Vulu laughed three times and said, "My nephew has the treasure of compassion. Today, this is the mantra for the young man of the Pu family to be reborn in bliss. You should take the lead in chanting it."

It turns out that a fisherman's child died today, and his parents came to beg Srivastava to arrange for a monk to pray for his death.

Master Fayan did not refuse, and immediately took a bath at the seaside, purified his mouth, put on his cassock, and sat in the lotus position outside the temple, chanting sutras and praying for this little life that died young.

To be honest, if Indian monks like Sri Vuluo are not really capable, their influence among the people will not be as good as the local monks.

Because in the eyes of East Asians, it is difficult to associate this kind of Buddhist monk with curly hair, aquiline nose, and light blue eyes with words such as kindness and kindness.

But Fa Yan was different. Not only was he a Khitan Han, but he also had a forehead as long as the full moon and a face as square as a field. He was probably similar to Chi Chongrui's innate treasure-like dignity.

He can become Master Cixian's personal disciple, and his appearance gives him a great advantage.

Park Xiaolang's father is the best fisherman in the Ganghwa Strait, and he is also a capable man who is convinced by the fishermen in several nearby fishing villages.

After he heard Master Fayan chanting the Mantra of Ultimate Bliss in Rebirth and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra in a Tang tone, he was moved and prostrated on the ground. His mother and wife even burst into tears with excitement, as if the pain of losing their son had been relieved.

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At this time, most Buddhist scriptures are translated into Chinese and chanted in Tangyin, which is the most authentic and advanced form, even higher than Sanskrit.

In Goryeo, where only the upper class could speak Tang-yin and Chinese, this was not something ordinary people could enjoy.

Master Fayan recited the Mantra of Ultimate Bliss Rebirth with the Sanskrit sound once and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra once with the Tang sound. He recited it twenty-one times each, from Shenzheng to Shenmo, for half an hour.

When Master Fayan opened his eyes again, fishermen were already kneeling on the ground around the stone temple.

They were all pious and awe-inspiring. Pu Xiaolang's father kowtowed to Master Fayan and thanked him for his great kindness.

Although Master Fayan had smoke in his throat, he quickly helped Pu's father up.

"Xiao Lang has passed away to the ultimate bliss, but this place has not yet been bathed in the light of Buddha. There is still a mountain temple missing to pray for all living beings!"

Master Fa Yan seemed to be sighing unintentionally, but the faces of the fishermen around him showed extremely indignant looks.

Why can they only build a stone temple on the seaside? It's because the local wealthy family does not allow them to build a temple on the mountain.

However, after saying this, Master Fayan kept silent and walked directly into the temple.

He is not good at this in the first place, and if he talks more, it will appear to be a bit of a favor, and may even cause unnecessary resentment.

In the temple, Sri Vuluo sighed softly, "Senior brother, are you still haunted by inner demons?"

Master Fayan nodded, "Master, after facing the wall for thirty days, not only did the inner demons not diminish in any way, but they became more serious and painful.

For the sake of the Supreme Heaven's words, Master broke many precedents. I don't know how many believers died while governing Daze in western Liaoning. How many believers followed his call to serve Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and died on the battlefield.

If it weren't for Master, they wouldn't have come out to cooperate, and they would probably be able to live freely in the mountains and forests.

Alas! All of these and every passing life are the cause and effect of Master. If we cannot verify the truth and falsehood of what the Supreme Heaven said and see the great road, Master probably will not be able to escape."

After listening to this, Sri Vuluo had a complicated look on his face that was self-deprecating or something else. He looked at Master Fayan and said:

"Senior brother is a true disciple of the Buddha, and so-and-so is just a hypocritical person who can't live without this mortal world but can't join it.

I don’t want to verify the authenticity, I just want to find a suitable place for him to settle down before Buddhism is destroyed in Tianzhu.”

Master Varo looked at Sri Vuluo and said, "Uncle Master, isn't the Central Plains the final home of my Buddha?"

Sri Vuluo shook his head, "Their culture is too profound!

People in the Central Plains sing, recite, and believe in the Buddha, advocating that it is not as good as having no Buddha but as if there is a Buddha. It is an excellent place for practice and enlightenment, but it is not what the poor monks want."

"So, the Tochara promised by the Supreme God is where we will settle down?" Varro nodded with some empathy.

After hearing this, Sri Vuluo and his direct disciple Mahana chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, and bowed slightly to the little novice monk who had never spoken a word, "I thank the Supreme God for his great mercy, poor monk!"

Then Sri Vuluo looked at Fayan and said, "My nephew is majestic and has profound Buddhist teachings. Are you willing to go to Tohara to see our promised land?"

Fa Yan slowly shook his head, "The master's inner demons have not been eliminated, and karma has arisen again. The monk still has to escort the master to the Japanese country to prove the authenticity of this!"

"Then what can they get?" Sri Vuluo stopped talking and pointed to the eight nearby fishing village leaders who were summoned by him and were kneeling on the stone slabs devoutly, and asked the mysterious little novice monk.

"The king of Liao made an order, and those who made the most meritorious deeds will stay in the local area and be given land and ships. The first meritorious ones will be awarded titles. The rest of the meritorious people will be moved to the Japanese country and given titles." The mysterious young novice replied calmly.

Sri Vuluo nodded, "Since it is the order of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, then one hundred and seventy fishermen households in Shaocheng County are willing to serve the army! The city gates in Shaocheng County will also be opened on time."

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Liu Yibao took his cousin's hand, and the two of them ran southward, one foot deep and the other shallow. After being moistened by a little light rain, the road under their feet had been trampled into mud by countless pairs of feet.

Fright and hunger made these recruited Goryeo soldiers as anxious as lost dogs, and this extreme fear and long-term nervousness caused their physical energy to drain rapidly.

The mud on the ground is getting deeper and deeper, and the roads are becoming more and more slippery. Many people have fallen to the ground and cannot get up again. Zombies covered in mud can be seen everywhere, with strange shapes lying like logs everywhere.

On this kind of road, Liu Yibao and his cousin naturally cannot go any faster. This is bad news, but there is also good news.

That is, locals like them cannot come quickly, and the pursuing troops from the Central Plains behind cannot increase their speed.

In particular, the soldiers in the Central Plains also had many mules and horses. Under such road conditions, the cavalry could not move as fast as the infantry.

Climbing one mountain ridge after another, crossing one stream after another, there were more and more people on the way to escape.

A large number of Goryeo soldiers formed small groups one after another using dialects, and competitions would break out among these groups.

The cause may be a precious rice ball, or it may be a dried vegetable pancake. On this road where the dead body is sleeping, every bite of food that can restore energy is extremely precious.

Liu Yibao and his cousin have now joined a small group. It is said that the person who takes the lead is a very important person. If they follow him, they will definitely be able to evacuate to Kaijing and then return to their hometown.

But the further he walked, the more desperate Liu Yibao became, because although he relied on this small group to save his life, most of the food snatched and obtained on the way was occupied by the big shots and his guards. Liu Yibao only ate in two days

Half a dried vegetable cake and caught a few small fish in the stream.

Moreover, his cousin told him an extremely horrific situation. He saw with his own eyes a big shot and his guards secretly cut off the flesh from the thigh of a man who had not yet died.

Ever since Liu Yibao heard about it, he has been afraid to close his eyes. He couldn't imagine that if the big shots couldn't cut fresh meat, they would come to cut his flesh.

In a daze, the Korean farmer, who had dreamed of returning to his hometown alive, heard the sound of a fight, and he quickly stood up to take a look.

The big man and his guards were fighting in a ball on the ground, and on the other side there were two guards who had fallen into a pool of blood.

Liu Yibao didn't know why they started fighting, and was stunned for a moment.

The big shot hasn't been short of food these days. Although walking consumes a lot of energy, at least it's not like Liu Yibao who has almost no energy to walk.

The two kept rolling on the muddy ground. After all, the big man was stronger. He pinned the guard under him and firmly controlled the guard's hands with both hands.
To be continued...