Above the charcoal basin, the boiling water in the hanging stove emits steam, making the lid rattle.
In the wider world outside the tent, in the boundless night, the howling of wolves in the mountains and forests, the commotion inside the city walls, and the gust of wind between heaven and earth, all together constitute a more indescribable sound of the world.
He Zhuo's narration, like her name, transformed into petals of a lotus flower, rolled up by some force and then falling down hopelessly.
Even though her Chinese is not enough to express all the details accurately, Zheng Haizhu, who is from a later generation and has some knowledge reserves, can still understand most of the content.
That is a Tibetan secret ceremony about dual cultivation and initiation.
In this ceremony, the concubine, or even if she is honored as the "Buddha Mother", must sit on the "Vajra" according to the requirements of the Supreme Yoga Department, and complete the movements contained in the secret method until the critical moment comes, and each other is in the presence of each other. On the occasion of great happiness, you can visualize and meditate, thereby rising to the state of fully realizing that form is emptiness, and becoming a Buddha.
If this ceremony is used in initiation, then the concubine will be the "bridge" between the guru and the disciple. After the master completes the harmony with the concubine, he will enlighten the disciple with red and white objects, and the disciple who has received the enlightenment will take away Concubine Ming, continue dual cultivation with her.
Such a "Ming Fei" can be done by anyone from teenagers to twenty years old.
He Zhuo seemed to Zheng Haizhu to be twenty-three or four years old, but at this moment she knew that this woman from the Ye He tribe had just turned twenty in the twelfth lunar month of this year.
Zheng Haizhu reflected on herself that no matter in her past life or in this life, she would not be so arrogant as to judge the spiritual and material realms that she did not know the root of, such as religious doctrines.
But she will care passionately about the fate of individuals.
She walked alone and stubbornly, sometimes winning and sometimes failing. She was calm but gritted her teeth and persisted. What she told the emperor and civil servants was about the country and the country, and what she told the military ministers and generals was about military merit and money.
But in the final analysis, "Although there are thousands of people, I will go." Isn't it just to allow more individual ants outside of power to avoid a humiliating fate?
As for He Zhuo in front of her, she was so close to the top power, but she still couldn't escape being a "concubine".
"Mrs. Zheng," He Zhuo raised his face and used the honorific title for the Ming Dynasty woman for the first time, "Mrs. Zheng, when I came to Chahar with Su Taifujin, I no longer believed in our Jurchen shamans. . They told me that Buddha can make me happy and enlightened, but what about the current situation? I only feel pain and confusion. I cannot accept that the Chao Ketu that I hated from the first sight has become my dual cultivation partner. , I can’t stand it even more. During the initiation ceremony, I first practice harmony and bliss with the guru, and then sit on Chao Ketu. I can’t stand it, I don’t want to, I would rather freeze to death in the snow!”
He Zhuo's tone became fierce again, as if the steam had opened the lid of a pot and spewed out.
In the past few days, the rebellious thoughts that she had been unable to express in front of the masters or colleagues of the same faith could finally be turned into words in front of people of the same sex in a foreign country, and she could speak out boldly and fiercely.
Zheng Haizhu held 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 prepared to consider any humble words, but said coldly and bluntly, "No matter how handsome and elegant that Chao Ketu prince is in the eyes of others, If you can read and digitize, you have a great history, or you are taught by a guru, if you don't like him, even if you don't like him, even if I don't like him, even if the king of heaven comes, I can't force you to be his concubine."
Zheng Haizhu paused and then said rudely: "Besides, from what I heard, this Chao Ketu is clearly a piece of shit. He took advantage of the Khan to promote the Red Sect and resorted to despicable means to get you. Such Your behavior is nothing like that of a cultivator! Now let me ask you, Su Tai Fujin, what do you think?"
He Zhuo calmed down a bit, but his eyes changed from sadness and anger to hesitation.
She said slowly: "In terms of seniority in the Ye He tribe, Fujin is actually my aunt, and she is a believer in the Yellow Sect, so she is naturally opposed to this matter. A few days ago, after she got the news, she asked me to go to the Yellow Sect on the mountain. Recuperate in the temple so as to avoid going back to the west to meet the master. However, the Great Khan has approved the initiation ceremony of Chaoketu, so hiding somewhere is the best way. Madam Zheng, our Yehe tribe has died, and Su Taifujin is left alone. In Chahar, I can't involve her and offend Lin Danhan, so tonight, I have the will to die."
Zheng Haizhu let her go, stood up, went to make a cup of hot milk tea, took a few sips, looked at the cup, then looked at He Zhuo, and suddenly smiled.
"He Zhuo, how can you be so virtuous as a super Ketu? I actually made you so cowardly that you no longer want to live? Where did you go when you were on the bank of the Luanhe River, wishing you could smash my head open with a tea bowl? I'm not as good as that foreigner. Khalkha shit?”
He Zhuo also curled his lips, but it was just a forced smile.
Zheng Haizhu turned serious and said: "He Zhuo, are you willing to believe us Ming people? Are you willing to believe me?"
…
Man Gui couldn't sleep tonight, having changed from her usual habit of snoring when the pillow touched her head.
The image of He Zhuo lying like a corpse under the starry sky always reminded him of the day his wife died of illness.
And his sister who starved to death.
With the hard-earned salary, Mangui bought high-priced grains in Xuanzhen. When she ran back to her hometown, the wild dog was already squatting near her sister, waiting for this skinny man to die quickly so that this beast could survive. On the fate.
The younger sister was so weak that she could no longer swallow wheat flour. Her last breath was used to ask her elder brother: "Brother, can you carry me today?"
Man Gui fell asleep in confusion amid the chaotic memories.
I had several dreams of defeat in a row, and woke up again.
Mangui simply got up from the couch.
He opened the felt curtain and looked outside. Not far away, outside his wife's dome, several guards in royal robes were still walking around the fire, and the oil lamps in the dome were still on, making the yurt look like half a bright moon falling on the human world.
It's been so long, and the two women haven't rested yet?
I wonder what the little girl and the madam said?
Why is she so drunk and crazy and can't think about it?
Mangui hesitated for a moment while talking to himself, but finally stepped out of the tent.
"Brother Huang, is your wife still chatting with that female Tatar inside?"
In the bone-chilling night, Mangui rolled up her sleeves and approached the fire and asked Huang Zude, the leader of the Jinyi Guards.
Huang Zude rushed to Man Guigong and cupped his hands, and said in a funny tone: "General Man, after the hero saved the beauty, he couldn't sleep, and he still worried about the safety of the beauty?"
Man Gui pretended to look down on his face: "Hey, you are a man, you are just wearing a Feiyu suit, why are you hurting me like this?"
Huang Zude chuckled, stepped forward and patted Man Gui on the shoulder, pursed his lips and said: "Just kidding, I have always admired your frontier troops. General Man, didn't you ask if Madam is in the account? Well, Madam is with you. Behind you."
"ah?"
Man Gui was suddenly startled and looked back. On the snow, Zheng Haizhu and Ma Xianglin were walking towards here.
"Mangui, go to your tent. My wife and I have something to tell you."
Ma Xianglin said lightly without looking at Man Gui's awkward expression.
