On top of the charcoal basin, the boiling water in the hanging furnace came out with steam, and the lid clicked.

And in the wider world outside the tent, in the boundless night, the wolf howl on the mountains and forests, the noise inside the city walls, and the wind between the heavens and the earth together constitute a more indescribable sound of the earth.

Holjo's narrative, as her name suggests, is transformed into petal after petal of lotus flowers, swept up by some force and falling hopelessly.

Even if her Chinese is not enough to accurately express all the details, Zheng Haizhu, who is a later generation and has some knowledge, can still understand most of the content.

It was a Tibetan secret ritual about double meditation and empowerment.

In this ritual, the concubine, or even if she is revered as the "Mother of the Buddha", sits on the Vajra as required by the Supreme Yoga Sect and completes the movements contained in the secret method until the critical moment comes, when each other visualizes and meditates on the occasion of great bliss, so that she ascends to the state of enlightenment, which is emptiness, and attains Buddhahood.

If this ritual is used in the initiation, then the Ming Concubine is the "bridge" between the Guru and the disciples, and after the Guru has completed the reconciliation with the Ming Concubine, he will enlighten the disciples with red and white objects, and the enlightened disciples will take the Ming Concubine and continue the double cultivation with her.

Such a "Ming Concubine" can be done from her teens to twenties.

He Zhuo, in Zheng Haizhu's opinion, is twenty-three or four-year-old, and at this moment she knows that this woman from Yehebu has just turned twenty years old in Layue this year.

Zheng Haizhu introspected that in her past life or in this life, she would not be arrogant enough to judge the spiritual and material realms that she did not know the roots, such as religious teachings.

But she will be fervently concerned about the fate of the individual.

She walked lonely and stubbornly, sometimes victorious, sometimes defeated, calm but gritted her teeth and persevered, saying that what she heard to the emperor and civil officials was the Jiangshan Sheji, and what she said to the military generals was the military merit and silver salary.

But in the final analysis, "although there are tens of millions of people, I will go there", isn't it just to let more ants outside the power of the individual ants avoid the fate of humiliation?

And Hezhuo in front of her, she is already so close to the top power, but she still can't escape being a "concubine".

"Madame Zheng," He Zhuo raised his face and used the honorific title for the first time to a woman of the Ming Kingdom, "Madame Zheng, when I came to Chahar with Sutai Fujin, I no longer believed in our Jurchen shamans. They told me that the Buddha can make me happy and enlightened, but what about the current situation? I just felt miserable and confused. I couldn't accept that the Chaoktu, which I hated from the first sight, became my dual cultivation partner, and I couldn't stand it, and at the initiation ceremony, first, I made peace with the Guru, and then I sat on the body of Chaoktu. I can't stand it, I don't want to, I'd rather freeze to death in the snow! ”

He Zhuo's tone became fierce again, as if the water vapor from the lid of the pot was spewing out.

For days, the rebellious thoughts that she could not show in front of the master or colleagues of the same faith could finally be turned into words, boldly and passionately, in front of the same sex in a foreign country.

Zheng Haizhu grabbed her trembling shoulders and let her curl up in the warm animal skin.

It is as if the fetus is protected by the mother's womb.

"Your anger is not wrong," Zheng Haizhu hugged the girl in the animal skin, not ready to consider any humble words, but said coldly and bluntly, "No matter how handsome and elegant that Chaoketu prince is in the eyes of others, he is literate and hyphenated, sweats profusely, or is ordered by his master, you don't look down on him, you just can't look down on him, and when the king of heaven is here, you can't force you to be his concubine." ”

Zheng Haizhu paused, and said unceremoniously: "Besides, I heard it, this Chaoketu is clearly a piece of shit, relying on the Great Khan to promote the Red Sect, in order to get you, he used despicable tactics, such an act, where is it like a cultivator!" Now I ask you, Su Tai Fujin, what do you think? ”

He Zhuo calmed down a little, but his eyes changed from sad and angry to hesitant.

She said slowly: "In Yehebu, in terms of seniority, Fujin is actually my aunt, and she is the Yellow Sect of Faith, so she naturally opposes this matter. A few days ago, when she got the news, she asked me to go to the Yellow Sect temple on the mountain to recuperate, so that I could avoid this time and go back to the west to meet the master. However, the Great Khan had already approved the initiation of Chaoktu, and hiding was the solution. Mrs. Zheng, our Yehebu is dead, and Sutai Fujin is left alone in Chahar, I can't even trouble her to annoy Lin Dan Khan, so tonight, I have the will to die. ”

Zheng Haizhu let go of her, stood up, went to make a cup of hot milk tea, took a few sips, looked at the cup, looked at He Zhuo again, and suddenly smiled.

"Hezhuo, how can Chaoketu Hede force you to not want to live? You are by the Luan River, and you can't wait to smash my head with a tea bowl, where did you go? Dare to love me, I'm not as good as that piece of shit outside Khalkha? ”

Hojo pursed his lips as well, but with a wry smile.

Zheng Haizhu turned his tone and said, "He Zhuo, are you willing to believe us Ming people?" Will you believe me? ”

……

Man Gui tonight, as soon as he changed his habit of snoring when he got his pillow wet, he couldn't sleep at all.

The image of Hodra lying like a corpse under the stars always reminded him of the day his daughter-in-law died.

And his sister who starved to death.

Man Gui carried the hard-won salary, bought high-priced grain in Xuanzhen, and when he ran back to his hometown, the wild dog was already squatting near his sister, just waiting for this skinny man to breathe quickly, and it could continue to die.

My sister was so weak that she couldn't swallow the wheat flour anymore, and her last breath was used to ask her brother, "Brother, can you carry me away today?" ”

Man Gui fell asleep in a daze in the chaos of memories.

I had a few dreams of losing battles in a row, and I woke up again.

Man Gui simply got up from the couch.

He lifted the felt curtain and looked out, not far away, outside the lady's dome, several brocade guards were still walking around the fire, and the oil lamps in the dome were still on, making the yurt look like a half moon falling on the earth.

It's been so long, and the two women haven't rested, right?

I don't know what the little girl and Mrs. said?

Why is she so drunk and crazy that she can't think about it?

Man Gui hesitated to himself for a moment, but finally stepped out of the tent.

"Brother Huang, is Madam still chatting with that female tartar inside?"

In the cold of the night, Man Gui approached the fire with his sleeves folded and asked Huang Zude, the head of the Jinyi Guard.

Huang Zude arched his hand at Man Gui, and said with a gimmick: "General Man, this is, after the hero saves the beauty, he can't sleep, and he is still worried about the safety of the beauty?" ”

Man Gui pretended to hang up his face: "Hey, you, you are wearing a flying fish suit, so you hurt Lao Tzu?" ”

Huang Zude smiled, stepped forward and patted Man Gui's shoulder, pursed his lips and said, "Just kidding, my little brother has always admired your border army." General Man, didn't you ask if Madame was in the account? Well, Madame is behind you. ”

"Huh?"

Man Gui was taken aback, and when he looked back, on the snow, Zheng Haizhu and Ma Xianglin were walking here.

"Man Gui, go to your tent, my wife and I have something to talk to you."

Ma Xianglin didn't look at Man Gui's cramped state much, and said lightly.