Chapter 133 Chapter 10

There was a terrible storm last night. Even Musashi said that he had never seen such a big storm in his life. Iori was more careful in handling and preventing the storm than Musashi.Before the storm hit last night, he had secured the bamboo roof and laid it down with stones.However, before midnight, the roof was lifted by the strong wind and blown away without a trace. "Ah! I can't even read." There are fragments of books on the cliff and in the grass, Iori can only look at it and sigh. It wasn't just the book that was killed, the house where he and Musashi lived had collapsed beyond repair.

Musashi, however, ignored all this and ran off to nowhere. "You light up the fire first!" After he explained to Iori, he went out.Haven't come back yet. "Master is so leisurely! He even went to see the rice fields flooded." Iori started to build a fire, using the planks and walls of the house to build the fire. "Where are you going to sleep tonight?" The thick smoke continued to smoke Iori's eyes, and the wood was so damp that it couldn't burn at all. Musashi hasn't returned yet. Iori found some chestnuts and dead birds. After he roasted these things, he ate them for breakfast.

At noon, Musashi finally came back.About half a minute later, a group of villagers in capes and hats followed.Thanks to Musashi for his help, the water receded so quickly.Some sick people also survived the water disaster. Villagers are always self-conscious. Every time there is a storm, they only deal with the aftermath for themselves, and sometimes even quarrel.This time, under the command of Musashi, the villagers worked together, regardless of you and me, and cooperated with each other, and quickly solved the problem of flooding.That's why these farmers are so grateful to Musashi. "So Master is going to guide them?"

Only then did Iori understand Musashi's intention to go out early in the morning. Iori also roasted a dead bird for breakfast for Musashi. "We have a lot of food." The villagers sent abundant food. There are desserts and pickles. And Iori's favorite biscuits. The dead bird meat was so unpalatable that Iori really regretted eating breakfast first.Now, he finally understands that as long as people abandon themselves and work together, they will not worry about running out of food. "We will help you build a stronger house, and live in my house tonight!" An old farmer said so.

The old farmer's house was an old mansion.Musashi and Iori stayed at the old farmer's house that night, and dried all their rain-wet clothes. "what?" The two went to bed and got ready for bed. Iori turned around and asked Musashi next to him: "Master!" "Ok?" "Did you hear the sound of Kagura in the distance?" "It seems to be there, but it seems not to be." "Strange? Why would someone play Kagura after a big storm?" "..." At this time, Musashi was already asleep, and Iori was also drowsy. the next morning.

"Master! I heard that Mitsumine Shrine in Chichibu is not far from here." "Well, it's not too far." "Can you take me to visit the shrine?" Iori didn't know what to think of, but this idea suddenly came up this morning. Ask him why?He said: Hearing the voice of Kagura last night, I was very curious.When I got up early in the morning, I asked the farmer of this family, and found out that there was an Asagaya village nearby.Asagaya Kagura has been handed down for a long time.There is a traditional Kagura master who lives nearby. During the Mitsumine Shrine Moon Festival every month, the musician of this family goes to Chichibu to perform. The music that Iori heard last night may be this music!

The music and dancing scenes are spectacular.But Iori only knows Kagura, and the Kagura of Sanfeng Shrine is one of the three major Kagura in Japan, which belongs to classical music.When Iori heard the news, he really wanted to visit Chichibu. "Okay, okay! Master!" Iori acted like a baby to Musashi, and said: "Anyway, our house can't be built within five or six days..." Iori kept begging Musashi. Seeing Iori acting like a spoiled child reminded Musashi of Jotaro. Jotaro used to act like a spoiled child, he was not only pestering but also willful. However, Iori is rarely like this.Sometimes Musashi even felt that Iori was too quiet and lonely, and Iori really didn't look like a child.

He and Jotaro have different personalities as well.Most of his character was trained by Musashi.Musashi was very strict with him, and the relationship between disciple and master was very clear.In the past, Musashi just took Jotaro with him at will.In view of this, he is so strict with Iori, so that he can understand the division between master and apprentice. Iori seldom acts like a spoiled child like today. "Ok……" Musashi thought for a moment. "Okay! I'll take you there." Iori was overjoyed when he heard that. "The weather is really nice today." He had completely forgotten about the storm the night before.They bid farewell to the old farmer and brought bento and straw sandals.

"Let's go!" He urged Musashi. The villagers promised to rebuild their huts before they returned.The two went to the field and saw large and small water, and the storm the night before was like a nightmare.Now I see birds flying everywhere, and the blue sky is cloudless. The festival at Mitsumine Shrine lasts for three days.After Musashi decided to go, Iori also felt relieved and did not rush on his way, because he was not at all worried that he would miss the festival. That night they stayed at the hotel in Tianwu Town and fell asleep very early.The next day, we continued to walk on the grasslands of Musashino.

The volume of water in the Iruma River was three times larger than usual.The earth bridge has been flooded and cannot be passed through.Nearby residents drove small boats to lay wooden piles between the two banks and began to build bridges. Iori walked around while waiting for the bridge to be completed. "Oh! There are a lot of spears here! And armor and weapons. Master! Was there ever a battlefield around here?" Iori dug out the sand by the river and found some rusty knives, as well as old coins.Just as he was picking it up vigorously, he was suddenly taken aback. "Ah! Human bones."

He withdrew his hand. "Iori! Bring that bone here." Yizhi touched it accidentally just now, but now he dare not reach out to take it. "Master, what are you going to do?" "I'm going to bury it where people can't step on it." "But, there are more than one or two human bones!" "Before the bridge is repaired, there is just enough time to bury, and pick up as many as you can." Musashi said, looking around at the river bank. "Bury the bones near the gentian flower!" "But no spade!" "Dig with that broken knife!" "it is good." Iori dug a hole. Then bury the picked spears, armor, ancient coins and bones together. "is this OK?" "Well, put a stone as a tombstone. In this way, this pile of bones can also be offered." "Master, when did the big battle happen around here?" "Have you forgotten? You should have read it in the book." "I forgot." "In "Taiping Ji", it is recorded that the two major wars in the third year of Yuanhong and the seventh year of Zhengping—that is, the war between Nitta Yoshisada, Yoshimune, Yoshiko and the Ashikaga Takashi army took place in this little finger." "Oh, the Battle of Little Fingers took place here! I have heard Master say it a few times, and I know about it." "So--" Musashi wants to test Iori. "At that time, Prince Muneyoshi kept guarding the east in the spirit of Bushido. At that time, General Zhengdong issued a proclamation ordering him to fight, which inspired him to write a poem. Iori, do you still remember the content of the poem?" "Remember." Iori sees a bird across the blue sky. ——Thinking and thinking, but I don't want to hold the bow and arrow in my hand. How should a man choose between sitting up and lying down? Musashi smiled slightly. "Very good. Then—at the same time, this prince conquered the Musashi Kingdom and wrote a poem in the Little Finger Plain, do you remember?" "...?" "You forget it!" Iori refused to admit defeat. "Wait a moment!" He remembered.This time he recited to the tune: "I remember correctly, right? Master!" "Do you understand what it means?" "learn." "What do you mean? Tell me." "I don't need to say that, if you don't understand the meaning of the poem, you can't be called a samurai, and you can't be called a Japanese." "Yeah. But, Iori, why didn't you dare touch the bones just now?" "Master, you don't like touching bones, do you?" "The bones on this ancient battlefield were all moved by Prince Zongliang's poems and died in battle. The bones of these warriors are of great significance. Although we can't see its actual function, the country is able to maintain today's peace because of it. People It took thousands of years to live a life of adequate food and clothing.” "I understand." "Even though there have been wars in the past, these wars are like the storm the day before yesterday, and have not changed much on this land. Although people living in the world have done a lot for the country, we must not forget the land. The kindness of bones." Iori nodded in agreement with everything Musashi said. "I understand. Let me present flowers to these bones!" Musashi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have to salute, just thank them in your heart." "But……" Iori still felt sorry.He picked some wild flowers and put them in front of the stone. He was about to put his palms together to worship, but he turned to Musashi and said: "Master!" He looked a little hesitant: "It's okay if these bones are loyal ministers, but if they are soldiers of Ashikaga Takaji, I don't want to worship them!" Musashi was almost unable to answer this question.Iori was waiting for Musashi's clear answer before he clasped his hands together and worshiped.He looked at Musashi, waiting for an answer. At this time, there was a sudden sound of insects, and when I looked up, I saw the faint moon in the daytime.For a long time, Musashi still didn't know how to answer. Finally Musashi said: "Even if a person commits all kinds of evil, after death, he will still be saved on the Buddhist path. It's like putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha immediately. As long as you believe in a Bodhisattva, the Buddha will forgive the bad people. What's more, they are already a pile of bones." "So, loyal ministers and traitors are the same after death?" "wrong." Musashi retorted harshly. "You mustn't judge so early. A samurai values ​​his reputation above all else, and once his reputation is slandered, it will never recover from generation to generation." "But why did the Buddha treat loyal ministers and villains equally?" "At the beginning of human beings, people are inherently good. They are tempted by the desire for fame and fortune. Some people become bad, and some become thieves. However, the gods don't care about these, hoping to influence these people. Only by believing in God can one be saved, but all good deeds must be performed in one's lifetime. , once a person dies, everything is empty.” "I see." Iori already understood what it meant.He said aloud: "But the samurai is different. Even if he dies, he will not become empty." "why?" "Because a samurai leaves a name." "?" "If you leave a bad reputation, you have a bad reputation, and if you leave a good reputation, you have a good reputation." "Ok!" "Even if you become a bone of bones." "..." Not wanting to interrupt his innocent curiosity, Musashi continued: "But these warriors must have a heart of compassion, otherwise it will be like a wasteland, without the moon to shine, and no flowers to bloom. Just the strength of martial arts is like the storm the day before yesterday. People who only know how to practice swords all day long are even more sad. Therefore, we must hold a compassionate heart and be merciful." After hearing this, Iori fell silent. He silently offered flowers to the bones in the soil, and sincerely joined his hands in worship.