Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 848 So This Is Poetry (Two in One)

Of course, most of these experienced counselors would not be able to guess what He Jinzhao was thinking.

After all, my protagonist is a person with a very righteous idea.

After He Jinzhao's order was issued, those people who wanted to pray for rain, or those who wanted to flatter the Marshal, took a shower and fasted according to the order.

Even though He Jinzhao didn't believe this, the people in all directions couldn't help but hope that he could participate in the incident of praying for rain.

After all, Shanxi has been suffering from drought for several years, and it is really not enough to rely on waterwheels.

The most important thing is that it rains from heaven.

When He Jinzhao's order was passed on, there were eight thousand people who took baths and fasted.

Who doesn't look forward to the next heavy rain, watering the ground thoroughly.

There can also be a good harvest in autumn.

The few remaining five monks in the Dragon King Temple on the bank of Fenshui, under the leadership of the old abbot, offered incense to the Dragon King.

They hoped that the old dragon king could cooperate with Marshal He, after all, in the future, if the incense is at its peak or not, they will depend on him for food.

If it doesn't work, it's all over.

They are bandits, so they don't make any sense to you.

The most important thing is to spread the teachings and accept believers, so that the incense of the Dragon King Temple can flourish again.

Most of the Buddha statues in other temples were destroyed, except for some more practical ones, which are kept for now.

The land embezzled by the temple left only a few acres of land for rent to maintain the lives of these elderly monks.

In troubled times, not only the local tyrants and gentry would embezzle fertile land, but the temples would not give way too much.

Even if someone wants to be cremated to persuade Marshal He.

As long as the relics are burned out, it is said to let the temple go.

Who would have thought that Marshal He would directly send someone to find dog bones from the side of the road, saying that he could also burn relics for comparison.

There are not a few monks who defend their own interests like this.

Then many monks discovered that the relics burned by Marshal He were of better quality than those burned by the bodies of their eminent monks.

Just take those dead dog bones, the relics burned out of the body of eminent monks, that's it!

Just say that you are angry or not, right?

Of course, some eminent monks immediately remedied that He Jinzhao was the reincarnation of the Buddha, so the relics were burned.

He Jinzhao immediately sent him to the west to ask the Buddha if this matter was true.

Many monks were dumbfounded all of a sudden. They had heard a little bit about how Marshal He sent the monks down to ask about the God of the River in Hequ and other places.

Such a prosperous temple will disappear immediately.

If you can't fight, you can't fight, and you can't fight, and the land is gone.

In the future, you can eat enough without being a monk. There are a few monks who really believe in Buddhism, and most of them eat for profit or just like Zhu Yuanzhang.

Most of the monks in the temple returned to the common life to farm for Marshal He.

The gold-plated Buddha statues were all scratched, and the bronze Buddha was taken away to cast cannons by the way.

Daoists mostly don't care, anyway, believe it or not, don't delay my cultivation of immortality.

Dao Lord is not born.

The three Qings are all mud tires, and you, Marshal He, can't pull away the cast cannon.

He Jinzhao didn't bother to deal with this kind of people, as long as he didn't invade the farmland or kill people for money, he had no reason to mess with them.

He Jinzhao didn't know the materials for artificial rainfall. Even if he knew, with the range of today's artillery, it would be impossible to reach an altitude of 8000 meters.

So rather than obeying public opinion, it is better to say that He Jinzhao wants to take the opportunity to break some theories.

Chinese people believe in almost everything, which is a more practical religious doctrine.

In short, based on the principle of believing in everything and not suffering at all, it is to believe in what is useful.

Otherwise, how could those gods have been subdivided into classifications?
Such as sending off Guanyin, worshiping Emperor Wenchang for exams, worshiping the Kitchen God for cooking, worshiping Guan Erye for making friends, worshiping Li Shizhen for studying medicine, and so on.

If it doesn't work, I believe you have a hammer!

The Yellow Turban Uprising took advantage of religious beliefs, not because Zhang Jiao really has a way of healing people.

Or the difference between survivors, those who drank his talisman water would always survive.

Those who survived kept preaching that talismans were useful, while those who died could only default to praise.

To put it bluntly, if you believe this or that, you are just trying to flatter yourself.

Just like harvesting wheat every year, Marshal He is invited to cut a full ear of wheat, which is the same as placing everyone's good expectations.

The real thing is to rely on your own hands.

Take the initiative to solve problems when encountering problems, instead of passively waiting and asking for help from gods and Buddhas.

If there is any fairy savior, it can only be yourself.

But the brainwashing of religions in the past thousand years, not everyone has this kind of self-reliant spirit of resistance.

After seven days.

Early in the morning, He Jinzhao took a group of military and political personnel from Taiyuan City, and traveled with him, and rushed to the Dragon King Temple in Fenshui with sacrifices.

In front of the Dragon King Temple, there are huge crowds of people.

Everyone was very happy that Marshal He was able to come to pray for rain. It was true that they came to take up seats before dawn, just to see how Marshal He begged for rain.

Liu Erhu naturally sent people to maintain order first, so as to avoid the stampede mentioned by the commander-in-chief.

"Here comes the boss."

Someone in the crowd shouted.

Many people who were bathing and fasting suddenly stood up, feeling a little dizzy, and some people sat on the ground rather weakly and did not get up.

After all, after eating vegetarian food for seven days, the body really couldn't bear it.

The slogan of eating more meat, eggs and milk to make strong Chinese people is not for nothing.

Most people's bodies can't resist eating green vegetable leaves alone.

In today's hot weather, He Jinzhao still wore a short armor on his upper body, and rode his horse with a hammer in his hand.

"Master."

"Here comes the boss."

The people around kept shouting, He Jinzhao rode past with a blank face, today I will teach you a lesson.

The old abbot rushed out to greet him: "Amitabha, I'll welcome Commander He to offer incense."

He Jinzhao looked at these few monks, most of them were very old.

"Abbot, is your Dragon King effective?"

The abbot on the side really wanted to say that the marshal donated more incense money to be effective, but he didn't dare.

"Amitabha, Marshal He, sincerity leads to spirit."

"May I ask you, is the Dragon Lord protecting the spirit?"

He Jinzhao looked at the old abbot and said, "I asked you the question, don't push the question on me."

The old abbot suddenly groaned in his heart, is Marshal He really here to find fault today?
He Jinzhao was very generous and didn't ask him whether the Dragon Lord was made of gold or copper.

Because he scraped off all the gold and all the copper to cast the cannon, leaving only some clay sculptures.

"Amitabha, the poor monk only knows that sincerity leads to spirituality."

When the few monks saw that He Jinzhao didn't accept the move, they all sweated.

"That's all." He Jinzhao patted the old abbot on the shoulder: "I almost forgot to save your life."

After a few monks led He Jinzhao into the temple, they knelt on the fourth floor to burn incense and chant sutras.

He Jinzhao neither offered incense nor chanted sutras, walked around the statue, took the loudspeaker from his subordinates, walked to the gate of the temple and said to the people:
"There have been severe droughts in Shanxi for years, and it was all because of me leading the people in Shanxi to build canals, waterwheels, and deep wells to irrigate the wheat.

But the Dragon King in this temple does nothing, but enjoys our incense offerings.

Where is the law?Where is justice? "

The Hammer bandit soldiers naturally recited the commander-in-chief's remarks loudly.

The people around are talking about it, the drought in Shanxi has been severe in recent years, thanks to Marshal He leading us to do this and that to ensure the harvest.

Lord Dragon, what did he do?
Why should we enjoy the fruits and melons we have worked so hard for?

Hearing what He Jinzhao said, Zhang Fuzhen felt that his master was going to be very radical again.

"Come here, let me push down the clay statue of Lord Dragon Lord."

"Yes."

Niu Youcai responded, and beckoned people to go into the temple and knock down the Dragon King sculpture.

Even though they still have some doubts in their hearts, after all, the aura of the gods is there.

But the movements on the legs did not stop, and they walked directly inside, regardless of what they thought in their hearts, and did not dare to delay in action.

The people around were shocked by He Jinzhao's actions when they heard the words.

Although Marshal He is quite vigorous and resolute in his daily actions, and it is even rumored that he would even burn relics than a well-educated monk, he must be a person with great blessings.

They didn't care much about Marshal He taking away the Buddha statue, but after all, they came to pray for rain now, so they pushed it directly to the Dragon King statue.

Looking around the world, there is no such thing!

Hearing He Jinzhao's order, the old abbot hurried out and shouted:

"Commander, Commander, no."

He Jinzhao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why not?"

"Although the rain is under the control of the Dragon King, the Jade Emperor above has to speak, otherwise he wouldn't dare to rain casually."

"Oh?" He Jinzhao groped for his chin and nodded:

"You're right. According to Journey to the West, the Dragon King only has the right to exercise but not jurisdiction. It's up to the heavens to decide where it will rain or not."

The old abbot looked at the hammer bandits in the temple who were still pushing the sculpture, and hurriedly begged: "Marshal, don't overturn the statue of the Dragon King just yet."

"What you said makes sense, but how can I contact the Jade Emperor to make it rain in Shanxi? Do you have any ideas?"

The old abbot wanted to shout in his heart, I am inviting the Buddha of the Western Heaven, how can I get in touch with the Jade Emperor?
I was thinking of bringing disaster to the east, but I ended up getting myself involved.

"Boss, I can't do anything."

He Jinzhao looked at his advisers.

Yang Wenyue cupped his hands and said, "Master, why don't you write a sacrificial text and burn it."

"Good idea, take the pen and ink, and I will write a sacrificial letter to the Jade Emperor."

Zhang Fuzhen thought for a while, but didn't know what to say.

In short, with the literary talent of the lord, what good sacrificial essay can he write?

At that time, we will have to polish him up.

The wooden table was placed in front of He Jinzhao. He picked up a brush dipped in ink and wrote on the paper:
"The old Jade Emperor's surname is not He.

Just come to embarrass He Jinzhao?
It will not rain for three days.

First pick up the Dragon Emperor Temple,
Hit your mother with a cannon! "

Two Jinshi and one Juren looked at He Jinzhao's brilliantly written sacrificial oration, and the corners of their mouths twitched, not knowing what to say.

It's no wonder that a person who studied in a private school can write a sacrificial essay that expresses his heart, which is really a thing worthy of praise.

But like Han Yu's sacrificial oration, you must be sincere in order to make people feel your sadness.

"My lord, why don't you polish it up?"

Ji Gui reminded in a low voice.

After all, our lord is very likely to win the world in the future.

Writing such broken poems is really disappointing. Look at the poems written by Zhu Yuanzhang, they are very neat and bold after all!

Let’s take a look at the poems written by our big marshal again. If you want to have momentum, if you want to have momentum in confrontation, if you want to have literary talent, you should still have fucking momentum!

"I am many times better than some poets who write shit and shit.

There is no need to change it, just publicize it directly to the people, burn it after the publicity is over, and bring the cannon by the way. "

He Jinzhao didn't think it was a big deal, it was all about getting rid of superstitions, as long as the goal was achieved.

Zhang Fuzhen and Yang Wenyue, two great Ming scholars, have never heard that they can be poets by writing those things.

Really shameless, also worthy of being called a poet.

Because they don't brag or criticize, they feel that the poems written by their master are stinky shit.

People who write worse than him, that's more stinky than stinky shit, can you show it to others?

This incident must have been made up by his own general in order to regain his reputation for writing bad poems. How can there be such a brazen person in the world?
He Jinzhao gave an order, and Liu Erhu immediately sent someone to do it.

He felt that his master's writing was quite good, how imposing it was!

It turns out that this is poetry, so I can write it in the future!
Liu Erhu smiled all over his face, we have also learned to write poems, and it is rewarding to be by the commander's side.

After the common people listened to He Jinzhao's sacrificial poems, some people felt excited, because we can understand the poems too!
Some people are particularly shocked, even those who have read the book, this does not sound like a poem!

Marshal He, with his literary talent, isn't he afraid of being punished by the Jade Emperor?
It's really strange to be able to ask for rain without sincerity!

More people think that Marshal He is really domineering.

What He Jinzhao said earlier made them empathize, and the Dragon King didn't care about anything.

These people bathed and fasted for seven days, and they were so hungry that they could hardly walk.

After the poems were announced and implemented, they were set on fire again.

A hundred artillerymen pulled five Hongyi cannons and stopped on one side.

"Master." Niu Youcai came over to report, "The mud tire of the Dragon King has been pushed by the brothers."

He Jinzhao looked at the old abbot who had collapsed on the ground, and said to the people around him:
"Everyone sincerely believes that the Dragon Lord has also seen it, and I have also sent the sacrificial oration to the Jade Emperor.

If it doesn't rain before sunset today, then the Dragon King and Jade Emperor are all responsible. Don't blame me, He Jinzhao, for shooting his mother. "

Everyone was shocked for a while.

After all, it was the first time they had seen the bombing of the Dragon King Temple.

Many people began to eagerly look forward to seeing this scene.

At least in the eyes of everyone, the rain probably won't stop.

Our general is so tough, how could those gods be willing to be given a hundred steps by him.

Some people in the crowd said that Marshal He is the son of the Black Emperor. Last year, a heavy rain helped drown one hundred thousand officers and soldiers, and he won a big victory since then.

Today the commander-in-chief fired cannons and threatened the Dragon King to rain, maybe he will listen to him and give us Shanxi people a heavy rain.

Some people start to laugh, each person has one idea, especially when dealing with this kind of metaphysics, it is extremely normal to have differences.

No matter what, there are rumors.

He Jinzhao really didn't care about this. In this world, there is never a shortage of spectators.

After making all the preparations, he took people back to Taiyuan City and waited for the sunset before returning.
(End of this chapter)