"Oh, I was just trying to make a living, but I didn't expect that I would be caught here just halfway through."
Dao Yan sat down cross-legged, with a bitter look on his face and a bit of panic, and said: "Brother, do you have any way to get out? I don't want to die here yet."
The private salt dealer waved his hand and said, "Stop pretending. Judging from the way you two are dressed, you must be charlatans. Otherwise, you wouldn't have taken this road. Grandma, damn it. No one has walked through it before." Why are there so many bandits all of a sudden?"
"Before?"
"Just half a year ago, you bald donkey asked me what to do, but now it's over, you have nowhere to run."
The private salt dealer seemed a little anxious and cursed: "What did you say they arrested me for? I was forced to live by that beast. If you have the ability, go find that beast! I finally found a way, so I've stumbled here, damn it, it's hateful."
Zhu Di said angrily: "Aren't you afraid of losing your head when you do this?"
"Lost your head? Damn that beast is messing around here. He can't live any longer. What's the difference between losing your head?"
The private salt dealer sneered and cursed: "In the past, life was difficult when the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was here, but now that the Emperor of the Zhu family is here, life is still difficult. Just a few years ago, that beast captured hundreds of babies and cut them all. Basket, look at this, isn't it nonsense? It's a pity that I didn't find the chance, otherwise I would have to cut that beast's basket up too!"
This indignant shouting made Zhu Di speechless. How could he refute such evil deeds?
They have been forced to become private salt dealers, what else can they say, say that they should be grateful to the old Zhu family?
After thinking about it, Zhu Di asked: "Why doesn't anyone complain about these things to the officials? Don't the officials care about them?"
"Sue a lawsuit? I'm afraid you are confused."
The private salt dealer rolled his eyes, looked at Zhu Di like a fool, and continued: "Who is that beast? Is that what we can accuse the current emperor's son? If he really enters the lobby, he might be beaten with a stick. He's dead! More than half a year ago, we heard that a certain prince was coming. We thought, now that someone can take charge, we will live a good life.
The results of it? That beast is still doing nothing. He is still messing around as usual when he comes back, and no one can take care of him. Let me tell you, this whole family deserves to die. They deserve their short lives, and preferably all their children and grandchildren deserve their damn short lives! "
Zhu Di was very angry, but he still maintained basic restraint and said coldly: "Aren't you afraid of being reported when you talk like this?"
"Sue? What kind of accusation? That's what they say here. Who are you suing? Have you never thought about this? You are all charlatans, and you are talking about me. How shameless."
After several consecutive rhetorical questions, Zhu Diqian was immediately silenced. He wanted to refute, but couldn't.
The facts are before our eyes, the common people are being forced to break the law and commit crimes, what else can be said.
Is it possible to persuade the people with earnest words to be more generous and not to worry about gains and losses?
Although Zhu Di felt that he was thick-skinned enough, he could not be so shameless. Therefore, although he was angry inside, he maintained restraint and slowly endured it.
The private salt dealer had vented most of his anger and sat leaning against the wall a little weakly, mumbling something vaguely.
They were probably praying to a certain god. Daoyan listened carefully but didn't hear anything.
After about an hour or so, perhaps the prayers of the private salt dealers had an effect, the bandits returned to the cell and took everyone out.
The bright moon hung high, showing a bit of coldness. Zhu Di glanced around and saw that there were about a dozen people arrested, all tied up.
Under the escort of the bandits, Zhu Di walked all the way to the open area, and soon arrived at a flat land. Many people were gathered here, and the surrounding torches were burning brightly.
On the other side of the flat ground, a statue of a god had been erected at some point. It looked hideous and terrifying. Its face was painted black, and it held various objects in its six arms. There was something under its feet.
Zhu Di felt that the statue looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He touched Dao Yan next to him with his shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Old monk, what kind of god is that? I always feel familiar."
"Mahakara, also known as Mahakala."
Dao Yan's expression was somewhat serious as he explained: "Mahagala is one of the protector gods of Tibetan Buddhism, an inner god worshiped by eminent monks of the Sakya sect. You may not know this, but Mahakara At the same time, he was also the patron saint of the ruling class of the Yuan Dynasty. They built many temples and sculptures around the capital and in the south of the Yangtze River to support Mahakala."
When it came to the Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Di finally came to his senses and wondered why this thing looked so familiar. It turned out to be Mahakala.
During the Northern Expedition, there were wars everywhere, and his father-in-law Xu Da destroyed many temples. Whenever he saw the Mahakala, he chose to smash them and destroy them.
Zhu Di heard Xu Da mention that this Mahakara was the god of military and war that the Yuan Dynasty believed in. He believed that as long as Mahakara was protected, he could be invincible.
Therefore, breaking the Mahakala statue can effectively demoralize the enemy.
The worship of Mahakara in the Yuan Dynasty can be traced back to Kublai Khan, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty.
At that time, Kublai Khan got acquainted with Pasiba, the first generation of imperial masters, and established a relationship between the benefactor and Futian. Pasiba also cast a statue of Mahakala in Wutai Mountain. It is said that he used a thousand taels of gold!
The establishment of the Mahakara faith was closely related to the conquests of the rulers of the Yuan Dynasty. In order to ensure the combat effectiveness of the army, the rulers of the Yuan Dynasty not only ensured the construction of the system, but also found a spiritual commander for this purpose.
Since it was impossible to find such spiritual power in the traditional culture of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, we reached a cooperation with the Sakya Sect and used its protector god Mahakala as the god of military and war to ensure that the army maintains a strong combat effectiveness.
Liu Guan of the Yuan Dynasty recorded this: At the beginning, Emperor Taizu founded Longshuo. As for Emperor Shizu, Suihua fought against the enemy and succeeded in conquering, Chang Long served the god Maha Ge Lai and used him to protect the country. In the name of the Great Protector, all the major temples were listed, and prayers were always answered.
The Mahakala here is actually Mahakala, but the Sanskrit transliteration is different.
It is worth mentioning that Song Lian, a famous scholar in the early Ming Dynasty, was a student of Liu Guan.
Dao Yan was born in the Zhizheng period, so he naturally knew a lot about this. Now when he saw the statue of Mahakala again in Shaanxi, he couldn't help but be surprised, and then he felt bad.
When is it necessary to worship a god of war and war like Mahakara?
There is no doubt that this sacrifice must be performed when war is needed.
In Shaanxi, it is not surprising to find Mahakara worshiped by the Mongolian and Yuan rulers, but it is a strange thing that someone is worshiping Mahakara.
Zhu Di obviously thought of this. He looked at Dao Yan and felt that the situation was troublesome. He tried to break free from the rope, but in vain.
Just when Zhu Di was anxious, strangely dressed sacrificial personnel appeared beside the statue of Mahakala, speaking strange words.
Zhu Di listened carefully and found that it seemed to be Mongolian, but it was different. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that most of these guys were in Mongolian. They knew a little bit, but not much.
As the sacrificial personnel kept croaking, a bandit came over and directly carried the private salt dealer standing in front out.
"What are you going to do? Let me go, mother, let me go! I'll give you money, I'll give you money!"
The private salt dealer looked at the dazzling knife in the hands of the sacrificial personnel and panicked. He kept begging for mercy, but it was obviously to no avail.
Poof!
The sharp blade pierced the chest of the private salt dealer. A black hand reached in and pulled hard. With a miserable howl, a bloody heart was pulled out.
The sacrificial personnel raised the heart above their heads, and after another croaking speech, they enshrined the heart into the dishes under the statue.
Then, he waved his hand, and a bandit grabbed the second person and came forward.
Seeing such a scene, Zhu Di's face turned green, and his heart felt cold. He touched Dao Yan and asked: "Old monk, don't be idle, think of a solution quickly!"
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