Chapter 5: Ancient Foshan has been a monk for ten years, Mengma City has mixed feelings

After many days of fast driving. Zhu Youqi and the six people finally arrived at the foot of the ancient Foshan mountain. Ancient Foshan, named after the ancient Buddhist temples built on the mountain, is nearly 1,000 meters above sea level. The cliffs in the northeast are steep, and the southwest is connected to the hilly area, and the terrain is relatively flat. A mountain road more than two meters wide leads to the top of the mountain. The roadside is full of old trees. A man in black said to Zhu Youyu, "Your Majesty, the ancient Foshan has arrived. The mountain road is rugged and inconvenient to drive. Your Majesty and the prince, please walk up the mountain with the children. Zhu Yu and his son got out of the car and nodded to go up the mountain. Then he walked in front with the prince. Roadside or old trees, or cliffs. The scenery is strange.

Zhu Youying whispered to the prince, "No matter what kind of intention Wu Sangui has. I will put you under house arrest here. You should remember that although you and I will never live, we will never be free again. Fortunately, father and son accompany each other. The rest of my life. I am old and have nothing to ask for. However, the emperor is still young and should not be under house arrest in this mountain for a lifetime. I don't want the emperor to have no fun in life. If the emperor can regain his freedom in the future, I don't want the emperor to be able to return to the Ming Dynasty. I just hope that the emperor can marry and have children and enjoy the joy of family. Zhu Cixuan replied, "Father, don't be pessimistic. The world's major events are changing rapidly. Yesterday, Huanger heard from those people in black that Zheng Chenggong, the loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, had defeated the Dutch and occupied Taiwan Island a few months ago. The Qing court could only look at the sea and sigh, helpless. If the father and son can regain their freedom. When he went to Taiwan to lead the great cause of the anti-Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty, and revenge for his grandmother and mother. Emperor Yongli nodded with a rare smile on his face.

Entering the top of the ancient Foshan, it is extremely cheerful. The vast temple and hundreds of acres of pastoral land make you really feel the grandeur of the ancient Foshan. In a corner of Tianchou, there are two ancient tombs with stone tablets, which record the earliest period of the development of ancient Foshan, indicating that ancient Foshan was originally a military quartering place in the Ming Dynasty. Usually, when merchants do business, artists sell their art, and fight together, everyone is a soldier. This is the "military village". From the tablet, it can be seen that the ancient Foshan was first developed by the Ming garrisons. Ancient Foshan belongs to the territory of Huangping Prefecture, but due to its remote location and continuous military disasters and banditry for years, its state government has no time to take care of it. Ancient Foshan has two scenic names: the shade of the ancient Buddha pine tree and the ancient Buddha bell. It is integrated with the Qiansong embracing green, Macheng Fanghe, Wanglou Shuyue, Jingtai Shu, the top clear spring, lion elephant Huilan, ancient cave Chaoyang and other landscapes distributed in the surrounding mountains. The ancient Foshan is very charming.

When I saw the beautiful scenery of ancient Foshan, I thought of Zheng Chenggong's development in Taiwan. Zhu Youqi's mood improved a little. He improvised a poem to express his mood at this time. He said:

Enter the ancient temple in the early morning and shine on the high forest on the first day.

The curved path is connected to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the Zen room are deep.

Mountain light is pleasing to birds, and the shadow is empty.

All of them are silent, but the sound of the bell is silent.

Zhu Cixuan said movedly, "Father, we will leave here. The great cause of anti-Qing and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty will definitely succeed. We will take back our rivers and mountains and win the Central Plains again. Zhu Yu nodded with a smile.

The old abbot came to greet him. The abbot has a long white beard. His eyes are dazzling. The saber on his body. Golden light. He is an empty abbot and a Taoist monk. Proficient in metaphysics. He is also a close friend of Wu Sangui for many years. It manages nearly 100 monks in the ancient Foshan temple. As soon as the abbot saw Yongli and others coming up, he quickly greeted them. He said with a smile, "The poor monk's name is Kongyuan, and he is the abbot of the ancient Foshan temple. I have been here to honor the benefactor for many times. The poor monk nodded and saluted. Zhu Yu nodded. A man in black said to Kongyuan, "Do you dare to ask the abbot if everything has been ready?" Kongyuan replied, "Lao Kun has received a letter from the king of Pingxi. The letter has been written clearly. Lao Da has sent someone to prepare everything. Please follow me." The empty edge led the way, followed by Zhu Yu and others.

arrived at the main hall of the Buddha Hall. The empty abbot began to turn to the topic. He said to Zhu Youqi, "The donor and the little donor have a special status, but they are also full of sadness in the world. Now it is really gratifying to convert to my Buddha. The four Buddhists are all empty. May the power of Buddhism calm the benefactor and the little benefactor. Zhu Youyu said, "May the abbot help surpass the souls of the empress dowager and the queen, so that they can be happy as soon as possible. In the future, please take more care of the abbot. Kongyuan nodded and said, "If the donor has nothing else to do. The old man arranged to shave the benefactors. Zhu Yu nodded helplessly.

Shaving began in the main hall of the Buddha Hall. The moment of shaving. Yongli and his son burst into tears. Their long black hair soon turned into bald heads. Change into a monk's robe. The emperor and the prince seem to be real monks. The abbot of Kongyuan gave Zhu Yourong a magic name called Dust. The name given to Zhu Cixuan is Jingxin.

Zhu Youlu, the emperor of Yongli, wrote a sad poem to express his mood at this time:

I'm the king of mountains and rivers,

Worrying about the country is more troublesome than civil affairs.

Change the yellow robe into a tight robe,

The world is far away from each other.

Prince Zhu Cixuan was moved by it and also wrote a poem. He said:

The heart is full of joy and sadness,

The ancient Foshan is like mud.

Don't be a man?

Who is it when you close your eyes?

The abbot of Kongyuan sighed and said, "Dust, calm down. You have officially become Buddhist disciples, and everything in the past goes with the wind. The power of Buddhism will give you a new life. Don't be worried about it!"

Zhu Youlang and Zhu Cixuan did not say anything. The abbot looked at the four people in black and said, "You should also shave quickly. From now on, the ancient Foshan will be your home. Each of you has a Dharma name. If you want to become a real Buddhist disciple, you also need to recite the sutras and worship the Buddha every day and understand the true meaning of the Dharma, so that you can make this trip.

Four people in black nodded and shaved.

At this time, in the border area between Yunnan and Myanmar, Li Dingguo, the king of Southern Ming and Jin, is anxiously waiting for the report of the detective. A few months ago, when the bad news of Yongli and his son being captured by the Qing army came, Li Dingguo was sad and beat his chest and cried. He felt that the flag of the Ming and Qing Dynasty had fallen and had no power to return to the sky. Because his soldiers and horses were stationed in the sparsely populated border areas, they lacked food and medicine, and almost half of them died of the disease. Li Dingguo knew that there was no hope of rejuvenation and was indignant. He wrote a document to tell heaven, "Since Chen's life, Su Xing and Fu Ming are all sincere, and He Huangqiong has not been blessed to this day. If Mingzuo is not over, beg for the army and horses to be disaster-free, so that they can try their best to save Yunnan. If the large number has been exhausted, beg for one person to die early, which will not harm this army and the people. Every time I read this, I will burst into tears.

Li Dingguo sent someone to try to rescue Yongli and his son. However, there has been no news from the people sent for several days. I had to send a new agent to inquire about the situation. 42-year-old Li Dingguo is physically and mentally exhausted and terminally ill. There is no longer the heroic spirit of the past. In the past few months, there has been no good news except Zheng Chenggong's occupation of Taiwan. The detective will come to report to him the situation of Emperor Yongli and his son today. He waited anxiously.

Finally, Li Sixing, the son of Li Dingguo, came to report that the detective came back. Li Dingguo excitedly called Li Sixing to pass it quickly. At this time, he was really uneasy. I want to know the news, but I'm afraid of hearing bad news. The detective came forward and kowtowed. Li Dingguo couldn't wait to ask: "Have you understood? Is your majesty and the prince good?" His eyes gave a longing look, and how he hoped to get an affirmative answer.

The detective lowered his head and stopped talking. Li Dingguo lost his temper: "What's going on? Hurry up and report it in detail." The spy said with a crying voice, "Your Majesty and the prince were strangled by bowstrings on the gir slope!" The Empress Dowager and the Queen committed suicide!" It's like a bolt from the blue! Li Dingguo only felt dizzy and thundered. For a moment, his chest was tight and short of breath, and a stream of heat spread into his mouth, and a pool of blood gushed out. Li Dingguo fainted on the spot.

"Father, wake up. Call the doctor!" His son Li Sixing rushed up and hugged his father. The soldiers hurriedly called for help. The doctor arrived quickly. After some rescue. Li Dingguo finally opened his eyes. The old tears hurt my heart and lungs. What about the bodies of your majesty and the prince? Li Dingguo asked the spy. Wu Yingqi, the youngest son of Wu Sangui, was ordered to set on fire. The detective replied with a crying voice. Hearing this, Li Dingguo spit out blood again. He scolded, "This dog thief didn't even leave a body for your majesty and the prince. I will definitely kill Wu Sangui and King Mangbai of Myanmar and avenge His Majesty and the prince!" Then he said to his son Li Sixing, "Sent someone to tell Wu Sangui about the detailed work. Be sure to kill Wu Sangui, a thief, and avenge your majesty and the prince. Li Sixing nodded.

When the detective heard this, he quickly said, "Go back to the King of Jin. Now is a good time to kill Wu Sangui." How do you say that?" Li Dingguo asked doubtfully. The spy replied, "Try to the king of Jin, since the day your majesty and the prince were killed, four personal guards under the Wu thief have disappeared. In the past, Wu Thieves would not let the four personal guards do things. I don't know what happened this time. The four guards are gone. I haven't returned since now."

Li Dingguo listened and thought thoughtfully for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and then said to the detective, "Try up the assassination of Wu Sangui. Let's investigate why the four guards disappeared. If it is related to Your Majesty and the Prince, you should pay close attention to it. I suspect that your majesty and the prince are still alive. Li Sixing suddenly had an idea when he heard it. He said, "Yes, father. I also suspect that Your Majesty and the prince are still in the world. Not only the mysterious disappearance of the four guards, but also Wu Yingqi, the youngest son of Wu Sangui, set fire to the body. Li Dingguo nodded and said, "That's what I think. The Wu thief is very cunning. It is likely that four guards will be sent to put His Majesty and the prince under house arrest. When he and the Qing court turned against each other, he launched the banner of anti-Qing and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty and took the emperor to order the princes. Therefore, we must investigate the whereabouts of your majesty and the prince. Try your best to rescue." The detective nodded and said, "The little one will inform you of the detailed work in Kunming. Please rest assured by the King of Jin."

Ten years have passed. Zhu Youqi and his son in ancient Foshan have become accustomed to the life of being a monk. Food and clothing, living, chanting and working. It is no different from other monks. However, neither father nor son have achieved all four empty. The suicide of the Empress Dowager and the Queen still haunts the father and son. Live a monotonous life in this place where there is no freedom and no fun.

Zhu Youqi has aged a lot. He is plagued by diseases and has not recovered for a long time. After the beginning of spring, he often coughed up blood and found many doctors for treatment, but the disease became more and more serious. I had to inform Wu Sangui to send a doctor from Kunming for treatment. Dr. Kunming hasn't arrived yet, and Zhu Youluan can't hold on any longer. In front of the hospital bed, Zhu Cixuan, the grown-up son, took good care of him.

24-year-old Zhu Cixuan's long jade tree is in the wind. He is tall, strong, white skin, and looks masculine and handsome. He has a beautiful face and thick eyebrows and big eyes. The charm of the royal family and the dress of Buddhist monks give people an extraordinary feeling. Exactly:

If the Mid-Autumn Festival is bright,

The color is like spring flowers in March.

Painting eyebrows with a knife on the forehead,

Peach petals have charming eyes.

Anger and gazing like a smile,

There is also affection when you look at it.

The smile is gentle and free,

The charm of the royal family is piled up.

Looking forward to affectionate words and laughter,

Buddha monk's kind face with a sabute.

In the past ten years, Zhu Cixuan has learned a lot of Buddhist knowledge from the abbot of Kongyuan, especially rare for him to become a monk who is proficient in metaphysics. In addition, whenever the four masters practice martial arts, he secretly peeked, practiced hard in private, and learned some martial arts. There is also meticulous care of the father. Now looking at his terminally ill father, he is very anxious.

"Father, drink the medicine and have a good rest. Dr. Kunming may arrive tomorrow. Zhu Cixuan held Zhu Yulang in one hand, held the medicine bowl in the other hand, and said words to comfort Zhu Youqi.

Zhu Youqi opened his mouth and drank the medicine, and then said feebly, "Sir, go to sleep. I've been tired all day. Take a rest. I have nothing to do."

"Then I'll take a rest, too. Wake me up if you have something to do. Zhu Cixuan let Zhu Youlang lie down and covered his father with a quilt.

Zhu Yu nodded with a smile. Zhu Cixuan went to bed at ease and soon fell asleep.

"Grandmother! Queen Mother!" Zhu Cixuan's dream appeared his grandmother and mother, and Zhu Cixuan shouted excitedly in his dream.

"Son, we miss you. We will bless you. You have to live well and don't forget us. Don't forget Daming. We are here to pick up your father. You have to take care of yourself in the future. Don't forget us, don't forget Daming!" The mother in the dream said kindly.

"Son, let's go. We will take good care of your father." The dream grandmother said.

"Where are you going? Don't leave me!" Zhu Cixuan shouted anxiously in his dream.

His grandmother and mother smiled and did not answer. Then it floated away. His father Zhu Youlang followed and waved to Zhu Cixuan with a smile. Stay away little by little.

"Ah! Don't go. Don't leave me alone!" Zhu Cixuan woke up with screams.

Zhu Cixuan quickly got up and lit the lamp, came to his father's bed, and gently shouted, "Father." No response. He hurriedly shouted a few more times, but there was no response. Touching my father's body with his hand, it was already stiff. Zhu Cixuan's inner grief broke out, and he cried loudly. Shake his father's body hard. Without response, Zhu Youlu has left the world.

A few days later, in front of Zhu Youlu's grave on the mountain of ancient Foshan. Zhu Cixuan, who had cried into tears, worshipped his father under the supervision of the four guards. Kongyuan abbot led several monks to save Zhu Youqi's soul. The scene is bleak. In Zhu Cixuan's mind, his father's every move is echoing. Although my father is the emperor, his fate is bumpy. Now I have come to the end of my life in extreme anger. Looking at the new grave in front of him, Zhu Cixuan read word by word:

Full of blood, tears and dust,

It is also sad to be buried in the mountain after his death.

Wind and rain ripples with pear blossoms,

The father and monk's tomb shed tears.

Suddenly, several flying knives flew out of nowhere and rushed to the four guards. Before everyone understood what was going on, a guard's arm had been stabbed. Five people in black flew out from around. One of them pulled up Zhu Cixuan and flew with light power. Naturally, the four guards will not sit idly by and respond to the battle in a hurry. In front of Zhu Yu's grave. Eight martial arts masters fought together. The scene was chaotic, and the abbots and monks were at a loss. But it can't stop the scene in front of us.

Zhu Cixuan was pulled down the mountain by the man in black, and the car was ready at the foot of the mountain. The man in black quickly put Zhu Cixuan in the car. Escape quickly with a whip. Zhu Cixuan asked doubtfully who the man in black was. The man in black replied, "Your Highness, the little ones are under the king of Jin. The little one is Yang Yun. I have been looking for your majesty and the prince for many years. A few days ago, His Majesty was seriously ill, and the ancient Foshan Temple sent someone to Kunming to inform Wu Sangui. We didn't know about your majesty and the prince in ancient Foshan until we were around Wu Sangui. Therefore, Shangfeng sent five small people to pick up your majesty and the prince out of the mountain, not that your majesty has passed away.

Zhu Cixuan was very excited when she heard it. He asked quickly, "How is the King of Jin?" Yang Yun's face sank and said, "I returned to the prince that the king of Jin has been dead for ten years, and his son Li Sixing surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. However, thousands of people under their subordinates still did not surrender and gathered in the east of the Ava River, called the 'Gui family' and insisted on resisting the Qing Dynasty.

Zhu Cixuan heard this and said doubtfully, "How can King Mangbai of Myanmar allow the righteous men of the 'Gui family' to gather in the east of the Ava River?"

Yang Yun said: "The east of the Ava River is easy to defend and difficult to attack. In addition, the 'Gui family' brothers are either bright or dark, and they adopt guerrilla tactics. The Burmese army has been suppressing many times, but failed to eliminate the 'Gui family'. Later, Zheng Jing, the king of Yanping in Taiwan, sent people to expand his power in Awa and get in touch with the 'Gui family'. The Gui family obeyed the order of King Yanping and received support, let alone be eliminated. At a glance, they changed their strategy and adopted a tacit attitude towards the existence of the 'Gui family', and threatened the king of Yanping in Taiwan and Wu Sangui of Yunnan. If King Yanping gives Mangbai more benefits, then Mangbai will not attack the 'Gui family'. If Wu Sangui gives Mangbai more benefits, Mangbai will attack the 'Gui family'. King Yanping saw Mangbai's mind, so he did not respond to his request, and the 'Gui family' did not end the disaster.

Zhu Cixuan hurriedly asked, "Has Zheng Chenggong, the king of Yanping, passed away?" Is it his son Zheng Jing who inherits the throne of Yanping now?

Yang Yun replied, "Yes. Zheng Chenggong, the old king of Yanping, died in the same year he surrendered in the Netherlands. Therefore, it was his son Zheng Jing who inherited the throne of Yanping. Under the rule of King Zhengjing of Yanping, after ten years of development, Taiwan has become a developed place of commerce and agriculture, and has become a solid base for the restoration of the Qing Dynasty. What is more gratifying is that Wang Zhengjing of Yanping is actively expanding his power to the Nanyang countries. There are people stationed by Taiwan in major cities in Nanyang. While conducting trade, he leads the organization of overseas Chinese and taking advantage of various opportunities to expand his power.

Zhu Cixuan is so excited to hear it. He said emotionally, "Listening to your words really makes me happy. I didn't expect that ten years later, the sea will be full of vitality. God bless Daming!!"

Yang Yun said, "That's right. Now that the prince is rescued, please go to Ava and follow the people sent by King Yanping to Taiwan to lead the great cause of anti-Qing and restoration of the Ming Dynasty!"

"That's great. I finally left the cage of Ancient Foshan, got rid of Wu Sangui's control, and could go to Taiwan to do a big business. The loyal spirit of the righteous people is awe-inspiring. What about the few righteous men on the mountain? Zhu Cixuan asked.

Yang Yun replied: "It is the responsibility of the little ones to be loyal to the country. If they can win, they will go down the mountain. If you are defeated, you will die for the country. Prince, don't worry about it. Zhu Cixuan looked back at the ancient Foshan, where he lived with his father for ten years. With the good expectations for the "Gui family" and Taiwan, with the determination to restore the Ming Dynasty, and the desire to avenge his grandmother and mother, he left the ancient Foshan.

After a few days of rushing, Prince Zhu Cixuan and Yang Yun, who protected him, have arrived at the border town of Daluo in Yunnan and Myanmar. Looking at this beautiful border town, the two can finally breathe a sigh of relief. From ancient Foshan to Daluo Town, the two of them were really scared and dared not relax for a moment. Now, the border town is at the foot, and both of them have a rare smile on their faces.

Yang Yun pointed to Myanmar on the opposite side and said, "Your Highness, God bless Daming, God bless the prince. Finally, I have to leave Yunnan safely. Opposite is Mengma, a small city in the State of Myanmar.

Zhu Cixuan nodded and said affectionately, "Ten years ago, the king of Myanmar launched the 'jum of water', and my father and I returned to Yunnan from here. Time flies. I'm the only one left today, and I can take this road again. It's sad to think of the past. Then he said to Yang Yun full of expectation: "Fortunately, there are loyal people such as you who are born and die and serve the Ming Dynasty. Today, the prince can regain his freedom and get rid of Wu Sangui's control. If it is really God's blessing for the Ming Dynasty, my father should be able to laugh.

Yang Yun nodded and said, "Prince, please be relieved. If it hadn't been for the blessing of the Ming Dynasty, why did Wu Sangui suddenly change his attitude and let the prince live in seclusion in ancient Foshan ten years ago? If it hadn't been for God's blessing, how could the little ones easily save the prince and have a good journey? Zhu Cixuan said, "It's better to leave here quickly and go to the east of the Ava River where the 'Gui' Rebels are located, otherwise there will be many dreams at night." Yang Yun nodded and said that the two immediately set out to enter Mengma, the State of Myanmar. At the moment they set foot on the territory of Myanmar, Zhu Cixuan had mixed feelings.