The morning light is shining on the city of Gangneung, and the city is not alive at all.

Standing on the city wall overlooking the city, the streets are full of people.

There were people and soldiers, they were sitting or lying, they were silent or they were weeping or wailing, they were all wounded, bloodied, slightly wounded, mutilated and dying.

The haggard prefect of Gangneung muttered: "Why did you lose?" What about so many soldiers and horses, doesn't it mean that it's good, the garrison has dug a trench, and the Penghu line is foolproof? ”

The general next to him bowed his head: "At the beginning, the number of An Dezhong's rebels was not much, and the soldiers asked to go to war, but General Peng Cheng did not allow it, and had to wait for other soldiers and horses to arrive, and then I don't know how the rebels crossed the river and went around to the rear, and set a fire, and there was chaos here." ”

"It's Chengqing! It's Chengqing who is here. The other general's eyes were still panicked, "Ten thousand arrows are like rain!" ”

Chengqing is An Dezhong's most powerful general, fierce and cruel, unlike other rebels who will induce the other party to surrender, he never persuades the guards to surrender, and even the guards who come to surrender will be killed by him, and he will also steam and roast the captured guards and eat them.

After delaying the attack, the gathered soldiers did not know what was going on, and they were suddenly attacked by fire, and heard the names of the most vicious rebels, and General Peng Cheng could no longer control these soldiers and horses.....

"What about General Peng Cheng?" The prefect of Jiangling asked, looking at the city again, the defeated generals and fleeing people poured into the city, but they never saw General Pengcheng.

The general in charge of the sentry shook his head: "After the fire and the raid, General Peng Cheng is gone. He lowered his head and added, "There is no news of the general on the rebel side." ”

If General Peng Cheng falls into the hands of the rebels, whether he lives or dies, he will be hung by the rebels.

Therefore, if you don't see people alive and don't see corpses, you just run away.

The general understood in his heart and felt ashamed so he bowed his head.

The prefect of Gangneung sighed in his heart, and then looked outside the city, there were no people coming and going outside the prosperous and spacious city, and the summer was anxious.

"What about the generals of the four guards of Ji, Yuan, Yue, and Tan?" He asked, "Have the rest of the soldiers arrived?" ”

Preparations had been made before, and the soldiers and horses of the five places joined forces to meet the rebels who were blocking the arrival of Zhejiang from the west, and many soldiers and horses had already been sent to General Pengcheng's camp.

The sentry's eyes were full of horror: "Hearing that Pengcheng was broken up and the Chengqing army was coming, none of them came, they all retreated." ”

It's over, the prefect of Jiangling slapped his hands heavily on the city wall, lowered his head, and no one cared about them on the side of Jiangling Mansion, and it was naked in front of the rebels.

"My lord, my lord, we still have more than a thousand people, and the city of Gangneung Mansion is also very strong." A general persuaded the prefect, but also persuaded himself, "We can hold the city and wait for the reinforcements of the governor of the southeast Qi and the wife of Huainan Chu." ”

The sentinel also nodded hurriedly: "The letter soldiers have all sent the letter over, and the governor of Qi and the lady of Chu are brave and good at fighting, and there are strong soldiers." ”

The prefect of Jiangling did not raise his head, but Qi Shan and Mrs. Chu were also fighting against the rebels, one was in Huainan Province and the other was in Southeast Province, both of which were life and death situations, not to mention whether they were willing to send troops to help, whether they could catch up was also a big question.

After more than a year of rebellion, Gangneung Province has already done a good job of stockpiling materials compared to other state capitals in the early stage, and it is no problem to hold on for a month, but defending the city is not only a matter of materials, but also people's hearts...... Governor Hu slammed the wall, raised his head, and turned to look at the city.

The day was already bright, and there were more people on the streets, there were doctors who were treating the wounded, and there were many people carrying buckets of soup kitchen, although there were moans and cries, and everyone's expressions were panicked, but strangely there was no confusion.

Hu Zhifu was a little puzzled, because of the large number of defeated soldiers and the influx of fleeing people, General Pengcheng was defeated, and the news of the approach of the rebels spread with these people.....

When General Pengcheng was not defeated, the people were panicked to die or live, why was it calm after defeat?

"Over there, sir." The generals around him followed him to look into the city, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to one place, "What's wrong?" ”

Hu Zhifu looked and saw that the crowd that was originally walking calmly on the street became agitated and rushed in one direction.....

Is there a soup kitchen? But the soup kitcheners threw down their buckets.

Is there a doctor? But the most famous doctors with gray hair and beards all ran away.

The crowd was like a tide, surging and retreating to both sides, making way for a man who held a wooden staff and a monk's robe fluttering in the bright summer sun.....

"Monk?" Hu Zhifu said, "The monks of Dajue Temple? ”

The general shook his head: "Anyway, it's not those masters of Huiming, so young." ”

Why didn't the monk hide in front of the Buddha at this time and chant the scriptures and run out? Do you want to make trouble! And look at the attitude of the crowd......

Governor Hu is vigilant, as the official knows best, the monks who are known as compassionate are not all good people.

The monk walked through the crowd to the street where the wounded soldiers and refugees were accommodated, and standing near the city gate, he could see his face clearly on the city wall.

He is a good-looking monk, with a clear face that seems to be covered with a layer of dust, but it is like a sword.....

Hu Zhifu was distracted and wanted to see the monk stop, leaned over to check a soldier who was still bleeding from his legs on crutches, and didn't know how to make a mess The wounded soldier's blood was gone, and he could still put down his crutches and walk a few steps, and the cheers of the people sounded all around.

The wounded soldier knelt on the ground and bowed, the monk walked over, did not stop or care, the wounded soldiers and refugees on both sides shouted with a look of anticipation from Master Mu, but did not rush up to shout and cry, and even the original moaning and crying voice was much smaller, as if he was afraid of disturbing the monk.

The monks lived up to their expectations, stopping from time to time to check on these people, treating those who were injured, and asking questions about those who were sick.....

The doctors delivered the medicine and utensils in time, and he walked all the way, treating injuries and sending medicine all the way, and his moaning and crying were all smoothed out, and even a person who had injured his eyes and legs and could only lie on the ground grinned......

Hu Zhifu suddenly said: "It turned out to be a miracle doctor." ”

Healing the dead and living bones has always been a god-like existence that people can respect and trust, especially in troubled times.

"But we have such a powerful monk doctor in Jiangling Mansion?" Governor Hu asked again, but he had never heard of it.

The sentry had already shrewdly gone to inquire and ran back, and said, "It's not ours here, it's from out of town." ”

Hu Zhifu nodded, the war was raging, the people were everywhere, the rebels were wreaking havoc on the people in the city and villages, and the temples and Taoist temples could not jump out of the red dust, and they were burned and looted by the rebels without discrimination.

The peaceful and prosperous era has been for a long time, the temples and Taoist temples of Daxia are full of incense, and many temples and Taoist temples have extensive land and property and do not pay taxes, which can be described as rich.

There are also many monks who became displaced after the war.

The monks under the city continued to check seriously, treating the sick and injured, and the uninjured also seriously confirmed that they were not sick and uninjured, and until noon he saw the people on the whole street, and the monks' robes were soaked with sweat.

He did not leave, nor did the people in the street disperse, their expressions became more excited and expectant, and more people came in the distance.

The wooden monk sat on the ground with a monk's robe, put the wooden staff beside him, and opened his mouth in the noon sun, a low groan like water lines, and the noise was swept away in a circle, standing on the high city gate, Hu Zhifu was a little dizzy, and the street in front of him became far and near, like a lake calming down.

After the whispering, the voice is clear, sometimes melodious, sometimes long.

The monk recites the scriptures, and the prefect Hu who is standing on the city gate seems to hear it clearly, he doesn't have much knowledge of the Buddhist scriptures, and he can't hear what the monk recites, but the strange thing is that he understands it.

The monk is telling a story, in which there are wars, killings, and cruelty, but there is also true feelings, kindness and beauty, and those who listen to it unconsciously shed tears.

Even though the body is soaked in the boiling pot of strong oil, the lotus flowers bloom in my heart, quiet and beautiful.

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