Chapter 15 dream
A month after the marriage was negotiated, A Ling married to Ueda's house.This matter was carried out in a hurry, and I was afraid that something might go wrong if it was delayed.Jing Hu gave Ah Ling a salary of five thousand guan as a dowry, somewhat to make up for her unfortunate girlhood.
Another month later, Fang Jing went to Chunri Mountain City for duty.
"The couple are living a very good life. Now I can feel at ease. No matter when I leave, I will have no regrets in my heart!"
Fang Jing thought so from the bottom of his heart, and this feeling made him look kind and kind.
Jing Hu was also touched, and encouraged him to say: "If you don't have worries in your heart, don't you want to live better? You are the only elder in our clan, and you must live a long life. Take care of us!"
Fang Jing smiled and said, "Haha! I'm really happy when you say that."
Soon after Fang Jing returned, Zheng Jing came.Both father and son are very satisfied with their current situation and show no dissatisfaction.
It was Zheng Jing who cared about Jing Hu: "I think it's time for you to marry a wife."
"It's still early, I just turned twenty."
Jing Hu was not embarrassed, although he also thought that he did not have a family and was not suitable for the position of Guardian, but there was nothing he could do.
"Twenty years old is not too early. Anyway, sooner or later, I will marry. I have to think about it seriously. I will talk about it with Ah Ling after discussing it."
After Zheng Jing returned, people around Jing Hu also took turns to persuade Jing Hu to marry a wife. They believed that this would help stabilize the hearts of the people in the country.But every time Jing Hu always smiled and repelled them: "It's still early, it's still early! The country has just calmed down, so what's the rush?"
In fact, every time this topic comes up, Jing Hu always thinks of Naomi from Pipa Island City.If he was asked to choose a wife among the women he had seen, he would not think of anyone other than Naomi, but he still had some scruples, would Naomi be willing?If he asks to marry Naomi, Usami will definitely agree, but Naomi may not marry him willingly.He thought Naomi would not be able to see him as her husband.
It's not that Naomi hates him, he knows that Naomi has a certain affection for him, but he feels that it is a kind of love between a sister and a brother, with a sense of superiority, not the love of a woman for a man.In all his memories related to Naimi, she was in contact with him with a higher level of tolerance.
"Nami is one year older than me. Although she is only one year old, she is always like a sister because of her superior intelligence."
He knew that many people married older wives and lived a very happy life. For example, Matsue was three or four years older than Yataro Oni Kojima, and lived a very happy life.But this still varies from person to person.
In a sense, he thinks that there is no such unsuitable combination as himself and Naomi in the world. His personality is not allowing anyone to put pressure on him, and Naomi is so smart, after all, he is not willing to be a young husband A woman under arrogance.
"It may be a misfortune for us to be together, and it may even cause the relationship between Usami and me to break down. If marriage is a good thing, the relationship between the two families will be stronger. If it is bad, the two families that were originally close friends will also turn against each other... ..."
Jing Hu is not cowardly. In most things, he is more likely to succeed than fail. That is because he is strong in nature, and he has won consecutive battles since raising his troops, so he has more confidence in himself.As for marriage, he was so pessimistic that he even surprised himself!
This mood made him very unhappy.One night, he made a sudden decision: "Go to see Naomi, ask her in person, will you understand? I can't come to a conclusion after thinking here and there alone, okay! Go to Pipa Island tomorrow!"
The depression in his chest suddenly cleared up, and he fell asleep refreshed.
Had a dream. The location is in Pipa Island City.Along the city wall, there is a gentle slope with green leaves and pleasant shade. On the slope, there is a path with towering rocks and corners.Jing Hu climbed the trail panting, sweating a little.He kept hearing the sound of the flute, that elegant and light tune.He felt obliged to go to the piper's place and learn the tune from him, for he too was carrying a flute with sweaty hands. But walking and walking, the gentle slope still stretches endlessly, and it can't reach the place where the piper is.He stopped several times, looked up at the ramp that stretched forward, and heaved a long sigh. "Don't go, it's just a flute. For a general, it doesn't have to be cultivated." Whenever he thought so, the flute sounded in his ears again.The brisk tune that makes people want to hear and dance seems to tempt him and urge him to move. Jing Hu cheered up and continued to climb the slope. At some point, he suddenly raised his eyes and saw a bean-sized figure standing on the slope. Looking at it, the figure was getting closer and closer, and finally stood in front of him.He wore armor, had a long white beard, and carried a long staff with a curved top. Jing Hu thought he was Fang Jing, but the old man claimed, "I am Bishamon Tenjin!" "Ah!" Jing Hu was shocked. The old man smiled and said, "Where are you going? This road is not the road you should take. If you take this road, you will regret it." "why?" When Jing Hu asked, he had already woken up. The night was still deep, and the sounds of various insects surrounded the bedroom, screaming like a shower hitting the eaves. "Ah! It's a dream..." Jing Hu murmured. He was sweating all over, looking up at the ceiling illuminated by thin wicks, recalling the dream just now, it was so vivid.He thought, what a wonderful combination the sound of the flute and the Bishamon god are.Although he didn't think it was a dream omen, he couldn't help thinking that maybe the sound of the flute meant Naomi, and Bishamon Tenjin meant his self-esteem! He thought, I don't seem to be able to deal with Naomi, but I still have to go there after all, and I have to talk to her face-to-face. The next morning, Jing Hu said that he had to go to Pipa Island suddenly, and he only brought three guards and two servants with him. Around noon, they crossed Shuori Ridge, and as soon as they entered the entrance of the small village at the foot of the mountain, they found that the situation in the village was strange.Jing Hu and others stayed on horseback to watch what was going on in front of them.There are huts surrounded by green shade, and a straight village road in the middle. It looks like a calm and quiet village on the outside, but there is a strange noisy atmosphere covering the village. Immediately afterwards, people rushed out of the quiet rooms like bursting out, and rushed forward. Some were carrying poles, some were holding sickles, and some were holding hatchets, roaring in their mouths. Women and children also rushed out, and the women tried their best to stop the children from running away. This appearance was so unusual, Jing Hu thought he must have caught a thief or a robber or something.He rode on and stopped before the women and children who had gathered at the door of the first house. "Hi!" he greeted them. When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and were shocked. "What happened?" Everyone didn't dare to answer, they just knelt on the ground in a panic.They didn't know Jing Hu's identity, they only knew that he was a high-status warrior. "Answer me! What happened?" A little old woman with dark skin and a stiff body replied: "Killed." "Is it a villager or an outsider?" "People from the village." "Who? How many died?" "Two." She didn't say who it was. "Who died?" Jing Hu asked again. The little old woman stopped answering, her mouth was tightly shut, and she looked at her knees with a gloomy expression, like a clam closing its shell and burrowing into the sand. Jing Hu seemed to have nothing to ask from her mouth, so he stopped asking and rode forward.The strange thing is that the women and children who gathered in front of each house just now disappeared, probably hiding for fear of being questioned.Looking back, the group of people just now disappeared, which is really ridiculous. However, the loud shouts still came from a distance, and when he thought of it, he naturally understood. He gestured to his followers, and everyone rushed forward. Not far from the village is a river, and the road goes downstream along the river.Not far away is a hill with several red pines and a small thatched temple.The villagers gathered on the road in front of the small temple, chatting with each other, but when they saw Jing Hu and others approaching, they suddenly fell silent. Jing Hu stopped 20 meters away, and said to his followers, "Go and bring two or three people here, preferably the village chief or something." "yes." One person galloped over, and after a short negotiation, brought back two people, their faces were full of horror.When he came to Jinghuma, he immediately bowed down on the ground.A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground, and as they lay down, the dust rose like smoke. Jing Hu got off his horse and stood in front of them. "I heard that two people were killed, both from the village." They didn't answer, just pressed their heads to the ground. "Who did you kill? Raise your head and answer!" I saw them muttering in their mouths, but they couldn't hear what they said. "Look up and talk back!" "Yes!" They raised their heads slightly, with white ash on their foreheads: "The ones who killed were Tarobei and Aze, who were hacked to death with a sickle!" "Who did it?" "Jirobei is Tarobei's younger brother!" "What! Brother killed brother?" "yes!" "Who is Aze?" "Jirobei's wife!" "Jirobei killed his wife and brother?" "Yes, I heard that the two of them were having an affair before, but this time Jirobei was caught on the spot and killed him." Jing Hu felt as if he had been slapped unexpectedly.He stopped questioning and stared at the small temple surrounded by red pines.Those onlookers were silent, holding their breath to wait and see what would happen to them. Soon, Jing Hu said: "This can be regarded as punishment for the unjust!" "yes." "And why are you making such a fuss? It is forgiven to punish the unrighteous. Don't you understand this truth?" "We understand, but killing a brother is like killing a relative!" It seemed difficult for these simple ordinary people to judge the truth of what Jing Hu said.However, Jing Hu himself cannot be confused.He thought about it for a while, and found that the hatred of taking his wife is hard to get rid of, not to mention that a brother taking his brother's wife is like a non-human beast, how can he be called a brother?Since it is unbearable to be a brother, there is no reason to kill a brother like killing a relative. So, he said loudly: "I will deal with this matter!" Just as he was about to go there, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. "Dead, dead!" "Cutting his throat and committing suicide!" Jing Hu secretly screamed that something was wrong, and ran forward.The crowd automatically moved out of the way.He rushed to the front of the temple, and the crowd had already opened the gate of the temple.I saw a commoner groaning weakly in a pool of blood. Blood gushed out of his throat, and his bloody right hand was holding a sickle tightly. In front of him were two heads, a man and a woman, with the blood of the suicide splattered on them. Jing Hu stared at the situation in front of him very gloomyly. Before long, he said: "This man is hopeless after all. Even if he lives innocently, he will be condemned by his conscience for life. Now that he is dead, you should bury him properly!" He called the village chief, took some money and ordered the matter, and got on his horse.But he has no intention of moving forward, "I've changed my mind, let's go back!" Said, turning the horse's head back and forth. When we got back to Mount Kasuga, it was already dark.He didn't go back to the city, but went directly to Bishamon Hall. "I have a wish, please set up an altar to pray for me." He asked the monks to burn the fire for him, and sat in front of the statue all night. He has always had a cleanliness obsession with the love between men and women. He is now twenty years old, but he has never been in contact with female sex, which was extremely rare at the time.He thinks that the eroticism of men and women seems to have something unknown and horrible like sticky mud.No matter how brave a man falls into this quagmire, he will be weak and timid; no matter how righteous a man falls into this quagmire, he will become a senseless person.Besides this terror, which he could explain, there was also some uneasiness and unhappiness which he could not name. When thinking of Naomi, this feeling was slightly diluted, but when he encountered that incident today, it aroused a distinct sense of unhappiness in his heart. He couldn't think that last night's dream was just a random dream.He decided to confirm whether it was a real revelation or not.
There are only the abbot and Jinghu in the hall, and no idlers are allowed to enter. The abbot is in his early forties, with a handsome appearance and a burly physique. He doesn't look like a monk.He is wearing pure white clothes, with a large rosary of Sapindus on his left wrist, and a statue of Fudo Mingo tied to him, sitting cross-legged on a futon.He kept reciting Dharani sutras softly, and from time to time he grabbed wood and threw it into the stove, praying to the deity.After each movement, thick smoke rises high. Jing Hu sat cross-legged on the futon behind the abbot, clasped his hands together, and stared at the statue. In the smoke, the statue appears slightly larger than it really is.There must have been seven colors on the statue before, but now it is mottled, smoky and black, and even the armor marks with the atmosphere of the Western Regions have been blurred, only the eyes are shining.Looking carefully, the white powder in the eyes of the statue is still there, and the pupils seem to be embedded with crystals. When the candlelight flickers, the pupils emit sparkling crystal light, which makes one almost doubt that there is life hidden in them. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the insects around the temple are noisy, but the rhythm is not lost.The sound of worms gradually rose from low-key to high-pitched, and then gradually moved down after reaching the top, until it was completely silent.He chanted again and again, and the cycle was endless.The abbot's Dharani chant has no high or low rhythm, but continues in a low and monotonous manner. As the night deepened, the chill was overwhelming, with chills in the shoulder blades, limbs, and even the abdomen and back.Jing Hu's consciousness gradually faded away, and from time to time he felt the abbot's dharani chanting far away, leaving only a vast white mist in front of his eyes. He thought, it's not that he wants to sleep, but that he will fall asleep naturally if he continues like this.He alerted himself in his heart: "I can't sleep, I must stick to Bishamon Tenjin!" He opened his eyes as wide as possible. A miracle happened at this moment.When he opened his eyes several times, the smoke of Huma was particularly thick, enveloping the idol like a mist, and when he felt the light of the idol's eyes piercing the smoke and shooting at him, the idol had slowly come to him. It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, the arms of the statue with the exotic gauntlets turned over the handle of the trident, and pressed tightly on Jinghu's neck.That power was as heavy and cold as a boulder pressing down on the top.He stared at Jing Hu angrily. "You are my incarnation. I have always taken care of you, but you don't understand at all. You didn't even believe me when I gave you instructions in your dream yesterday. Why should I enlighten you? Now that you are so suspicious and unbelievable, I will never give you any instructions again, did you hear that? Did you hear that?..." He clutched Jing Hu's neck tightly with both hands.That power is amazing!Jing Hu couldn't move all over his body, and he tried his best to endure.He didn't want to open his mouth, and he didn't intend to apologize. If it was a revelation, it would be fine to tell him clearly like a revelation, but he chose to use this method that was no different from ordinary dreams. He didn't believe it. Jing Hu felt angry when he thought about it, but the pressure on his shoulders was unbearable, and the pain penetrated into his bones. Jing Hu clenched his teeth and endured, but he noticed that someone grabbed his shoulder and shook it violently. "What's the matter? What's the matter with you?" Feeling the voice suddenly approaching his ears from far away, Jing Hu suddenly opened his eyes. "Are you awake? What's the matter? It seems to be haunted." It was the abbot, and there was worry in his pupils. Jing Hu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the statue of Bishamon, still in the same posture as before, shrouded in a slight smoke. Jing Hu thought to himself: "Was that a revelation just now?" At this moment, the statue's eyes lit up and he smiled slightly. Jing Hu clasped his palms together and bowed unconsciously, reciting in his mouth: "Nan Wu Guiming pays homage to Bishamonten..." He was already convinced that it was the god Bishamon who had manifested himself, and his devout thoughts flooded his chest like a tidal wave. He was sweating profusely all over his body, and the sweat dripped from his forehead. After a long while, Jinghu walked out of Bishamon Hall.It was still night, he avoided the guest room where the guards were waiting, walked out of the temple through the side door, and walked towards the fields. Jing Hu stepped on the dew-wet grass, and the image of Naomi appeared in front of his eyes.It's her playing the flute to the moon.The moonlight shines from the roots of her thick hair to her long face, and then to her shoulders and chest.Her slender fingers are dexterously flying on the flute hole, and the lips that lightly touch the mouthpiece will flicker every time she catches breath, her bulging chest pants and rises lightly, her eyes are slightly closed under her slender eyebrows, and her long eyelashes cover her lower eyelids .Jing Hu seemed to hear the brisk and elegant tune in his ears. He never thought about which is more important, bravery on the battlefield or love in the world?He is still young and doesn't know the horror and charm of love and lust, so he can easily come to conclusions, giving up love and lust for martial courage. But the way of martial bravery is not the way of fame, nor is it the way of power. Although the way of martial bravery is also connected with these two ways, Jing Hu didn't pay attention to it. What he seeks is to possess the invincible and invincible military power , It’s just masculinity that is not afraid of anything in the world. This is probably because he is still young!For a grown man, power is far more attractive than lust, but he is unaware of both and just acts from his heart. However, determination is nothing more than determination. If everything can be done according to determination at the moment, then life will be too easy.Although Jing Hu tried his best to wipe away Naimei's phantom, he waved it and came again, entangled endlessly, until his feet were wet with cold dew, and his heart was still spinning. The night has turned white, and the horizontal clouds in the eastern sky are colored with magnificent colors by the light of dawn. The phantom may be the same as the undead. As the sky brightens, Naimei's phantom also leaves Jinghu. "Namo Guiming pays homage to Bishamonten!" Jing Hu put his palms together and worshiped toward the ribbon-shaped clouds that multiplied the brilliance.
Jinghu compromised with Ueda and married A Ling to Ueda. Although it brought complete peace to Echigo, after Uesugi Sadami's death, Echigo was indeed without a ruler.Dingshi has no offspring. Although Jinghu is the guardian, this position is nothing more than the head of the Echigo noble family. Jinghu's relationship with them is not master-servant.Moreover, after Sadashi's death, Echigo has no guardian, and if there is no guardian, isn't it strange that the role of guardian Dai is not? Therefore, Jing Hu summoned the wealthy clan to discuss this issue. Fang Jing was the first to speak: "Let's establish a new head of the country! To guard this position, not only must there be many rules stipulated by the ancestors, but also the appointment of the Emperor of Kyoto and the shogun. If it is the head of the country, there will be no such troubles. The powerful is the lord of a country, and it’s like this everywhere now, so I don’t think you need to be polite.” He spoke lightly and cheerfully, and many people immediately echoed him. "Yes! That's good! If the Kyoto Gongfang family and the Guandong Gongfang family are still powerful, of course it is best to get their consent to appoint them, but now that they have lost their power, we will stand on our own as the lord of the country based on the customs of the world. Bar!" Usami didn't speak.Jing Hu looked at him, only to see that he folded his arms in front of his chest, and was pulling the sparse beard on his chin with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something. "Suruga, what's your opinion?" Usami was taken aback, and sat upright and replied: "My opinion is the same as that of you, so there is no need to repeat it." Presumably he disagreed, otherwise he wouldn't look thoughtful.Jing Hu could see that Usami still wanted him to ask the Kyoto public for instructions first, and let him act as the guardian of state affairs. If you really propose this request to the Kyoto shogun, and match it with a considerable gift, the general will definitely agree.Now, the general is only in name only, his prestige may still be carried out in the capital area, but he has no power in the remote countries. If he asks for instructions and gives expensive gifts, the general has no reason not to accept it.No matter what method is used, as long as the general adopts it, he will have a formal status, and status is power. One can stop other wealthy families who will go to the capital to petition in the future, and second, when someone in the collar resists and crusades, the division will be famous. You may be lucky enough to be appointed guardian.Why not do it? Jinghu speculated that Usami must have the same intentions, and thought it was right, so he said: "Thank you uncle and all adults for your heartfelt opinions, but I have a slightly different idea. Although the power in Kyoto is declining, the public is still the public. Or report the matter and ask for instructions, what do you think?" "That's good, it's not too much trouble anyway!" Fang Jing was the first to agree. Others followed suit.In fact, Jing Hu is already the lord of the country, so there is no need to worry about the form. "Since everyone has no objection, let's do this, write a petition now, and ask everyone to sign it together." Jing Hu summoned the clerk and wrote the petition on the spot, which was signed by everyone. A few days later, the envoys carrying the petition and tribute went to Beijing, and brought back a reply letter written by the shogun Yoshito (later Yoshiki) at the end of the year.The main text of the letter is to accept the purpose of the petition and to thank the tribute. At the end, there is a line of male handwriting: "I will give another instruction in the near future!" Jing Hu thought this was Yito's handwriting, and he seemed to want Jing Hu and the others to have expectations for his supplementary writing. "What is he going to say?" Jing Hu thought about it, guessing Yi Teng's mind. A few days later, the new year (the nineteenth year of Tianwen) came, and Jing Hu was twenty-one years old. At the end of February, when the snow was fading away, a letter came from General Yoshiharu, which said: "The use of saddles made of white umbrella covers and blankets is permitted!" These two things are the ostentation of Echigo's guardian, so it can be explained that he appointed Jinghu as the guardian. The reason why he didn't specify the appointment was because he considered himself as a person with no real power. In any case, Jinghu is now the Lord of Echigo and the guardian of Echigo in both name and reality, so he is extremely happy, so he sent an envoy to Beijing with rich gifts. The whole year passed without incident.During this period, Jing Hu devoted himself more to Buddha. On May 1st of the 19th year of Tianwen, he granted the fiefdom of Kamiyahiko Yoshiya Eighteen Shrine in Uonuma County to Omiyaji of Utsunomiya Shrine in Uonuma County, ordering him not to neglect matters of worshiping the gods. On the 13th of the same month, he carefully selected the abbot of Kikuo-ji Temple in Yoshii, Kariwa-gun, to manage the temple. On March 2, the 20th year of Tianwen, he donated the field to Tochio Joan Temple, which once sheltered him.
Ten days after he donated the land to Joan Temple, Uesugi Kensei, the governor of Kanto in Hirai, Shangshu, and Hojo Ujiyasu, Odawara, went to war. The post of Guanling in Kanto originally ruled the entire Kanto to Hokuriku and Ou, that is, all of Eastern Japan. However, the first generation of the Hojo clan of Odawara Hojo was a wandering samurai whose identity was unknown. It can be seen that the chaos of the Warring States Period. Jinghu wanted to know more details about the battle, and Usami just arrived, and seemed to have a tacit understanding. "You are here for the Kanto matter!" Usami smiled and said, "Oh? Did you already know?" "I want to know more details, you know!" "It's probably clear." The battle took place on the banks of the Shenrugawa River, which flows through Kodama County, Musashi, and Tano County, Joshu. This place is about several hundred meters away from Hirai.Uesugi Xianzheng received the report of Hojo Shiyasu leading 20,000 troops to attack, and immediately led more than 30,000 people from Shangzhou and Yezhou noble families to attack. The two armies met here on March 10. There are more people in the leadership, and they are waiting for work, so they won the first confrontation.Since the two sides have fought repeatedly for more than ten years, Uesugi has always won only small contact battles, and has always lost major battles.Therefore, this time the two armies met and won, which was the first time for Uesugi, so morale slackened, and in the afternoon, the situation of the two armies reversed. Hojo Ujiyasu went into battle in person and took the lead, motivating the whole army, which greatly boosted the morale of the Hojo Army.Uesugi's army was torn apart and defeated, and Uesugi Xianzheng escaped to Hirai City with only his own life. Usami concluded: "Although the Odawara army attacked the city, they fought from morning to afternoon, killing and wounding, and the living were exhausted. Therefore, they retreated skillfully and did not want to chase after them. He is not eager to make meritorious service. After all, he is a famous veteran. .” "Well!" Jing Hu nodded in agreement, and then said, "What do you want to persuade me! I don't intend to use troops!" Usami has a deep friendship with Uesugi Xianzheng. Before Jinghu was born, he had always been backed by Uesugi's housekeeper and fought against Jinghu's father for many years.Jing Hu guessed that he was talking about motivating himself to send troops to the Kanto to rescue Guan Ling's family. Usami smiled and said: "You are absolutely right, we must take action here, but the situation in Kanto has evolved so far, let's take it to heart for now, and wait and see the changes in the future!" It was night, and Jing Hu had another dream. He dreamed that dozens of people were walking quietly on the mountain road illuminated by the moon on the tenth day of the lunar month. They surrounded one person in groups and walked quietly at night. Suddenly, someone seemed to say, "It's Hirai's constitutional government!" At some point, an old man stood beside Jing Hu.He wore armor, had a long white beard, and carried a long staff with a curved tip.Jing Hu was startled, and he woke up. A rooster crows in the distance, and Jing Hu stares at the dark beams of the roof.
Had a dream. The location is in Pipa Island City.Along the city wall, there is a gentle slope with green leaves and pleasant shade. On the slope, there is a path with towering rocks and corners.Jing Hu climbed the trail panting, sweating a little.He kept hearing the sound of the flute, that elegant and light tune.He felt obliged to go to the piper's place and learn the tune from him, for he too was carrying a flute with sweaty hands. But walking and walking, the gentle slope still stretches endlessly, and it can't reach the place where the piper is.He stopped several times, looked up at the ramp that stretched forward, and heaved a long sigh. "Don't go, it's just a flute. For a general, it doesn't have to be cultivated." Whenever he thought so, the flute sounded in his ears again.The brisk tune that makes people want to hear and dance seems to tempt him and urge him to move. Jing Hu cheered up and continued to climb the slope. At some point, he suddenly raised his eyes and saw a bean-sized figure standing on the slope. Looking at it, the figure was getting closer and closer, and finally stood in front of him.He wore armor, had a long white beard, and carried a long staff with a curved top. Jing Hu thought he was Fang Jing, but the old man claimed, "I am Bishamon Tenjin!" "Ah!" Jing Hu was shocked. The old man smiled and said, "Where are you going? This road is not the road you should take. If you take this road, you will regret it." "why?" When Jing Hu asked, he had already woken up. The night was still deep, and the sounds of various insects surrounded the bedroom, screaming like a shower hitting the eaves. "Ah! It's a dream..." Jing Hu murmured. He was sweating all over, looking up at the ceiling illuminated by thin wicks, recalling the dream just now, it was so vivid.He thought, what a wonderful combination the sound of the flute and the Bishamon god are.Although he didn't think it was a dream omen, he couldn't help thinking that maybe the sound of the flute meant Naomi, and Bishamon Tenjin meant his self-esteem! He thought, I don't seem to be able to deal with Naomi, but I still have to go there after all, and I have to talk to her face-to-face. The next morning, Jing Hu said that he had to go to Pipa Island suddenly, and he only brought three guards and two servants with him. Around noon, they crossed Shuori Ridge, and as soon as they entered the entrance of the small village at the foot of the mountain, they found that the situation in the village was strange.Jing Hu and others stayed on horseback to watch what was going on in front of them.There are huts surrounded by green shade, and a straight village road in the middle. It looks like a calm and quiet village on the outside, but there is a strange noisy atmosphere covering the village. Immediately afterwards, people rushed out of the quiet rooms like bursting out, and rushed forward. Some were carrying poles, some were holding sickles, and some were holding hatchets, roaring in their mouths. Women and children also rushed out, and the women tried their best to stop the children from running away. This appearance was so unusual, Jing Hu thought he must have caught a thief or a robber or something.He rode on and stopped before the women and children who had gathered at the door of the first house. "Hi!" he greeted them. When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and were shocked. "What happened?" Everyone didn't dare to answer, they just knelt on the ground in a panic.They didn't know Jing Hu's identity, they only knew that he was a high-status warrior. "Answer me! What happened?" A little old woman with dark skin and a stiff body replied: "Killed." "Is it a villager or an outsider?" "People from the village." "Who? How many died?" "Two." She didn't say who it was. "Who died?" Jing Hu asked again. The little old woman stopped answering, her mouth was tightly shut, and she looked at her knees with a gloomy expression, like a clam closing its shell and burrowing into the sand. Jing Hu seemed to have nothing to ask from her mouth, so he stopped asking and rode forward.The strange thing is that the women and children who gathered in front of each house just now disappeared, probably hiding for fear of being questioned.Looking back, the group of people just now disappeared, which is really ridiculous. However, the loud shouts still came from a distance, and when he thought of it, he naturally understood. He gestured to his followers, and everyone rushed forward. Not far from the village is a river, and the road goes downstream along the river.Not far away is a hill with several red pines and a small thatched temple.The villagers gathered on the road in front of the small temple, chatting with each other, but when they saw Jing Hu and others approaching, they suddenly fell silent. Jing Hu stopped 20 meters away, and said to his followers, "Go and bring two or three people here, preferably the village chief or something." "yes." One person galloped over, and after a short negotiation, brought back two people, their faces were full of horror.When he came to Jinghuma, he immediately bowed down on the ground.A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground, and as they lay down, the dust rose like smoke. Jing Hu got off his horse and stood in front of them. "I heard that two people were killed, both from the village." They didn't answer, just pressed their heads to the ground. "Who did you kill? Raise your head and answer!" I saw them muttering in their mouths, but they couldn't hear what they said. "Look up and talk back!" "Yes!" They raised their heads slightly, with white ash on their foreheads: "The ones who killed were Tarobei and Aze, who were hacked to death with a sickle!" "Who did it?" "Jirobei is Tarobei's younger brother!" "What! Brother killed brother?" "yes!" "Who is Aze?" "Jirobei's wife!" "Jirobei killed his wife and brother?" "Yes, I heard that the two of them were having an affair before, but this time Jirobei was caught on the spot and killed him." Jing Hu felt as if he had been slapped unexpectedly.He stopped questioning and stared at the small temple surrounded by red pines.Those onlookers were silent, holding their breath to wait and see what would happen to them. Soon, Jing Hu said: "This can be regarded as punishment for the unjust!" "yes." "And why are you making such a fuss? It is forgiven to punish the unrighteous. Don't you understand this truth?" "We understand, but killing a brother is like killing a relative!" It seemed difficult for these simple ordinary people to judge the truth of what Jing Hu said.However, Jing Hu himself cannot be confused.He thought about it for a while, and found that the hatred of taking his wife is hard to get rid of, not to mention that a brother taking his brother's wife is like a non-human beast, how can he be called a brother?Since it is unbearable to be a brother, there is no reason to kill a brother like killing a relative. So, he said loudly: "I will deal with this matter!" Just as he was about to go there, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. "Dead, dead!" "Cutting his throat and committing suicide!" Jing Hu secretly screamed that something was wrong, and ran forward.The crowd automatically moved out of the way.He rushed to the front of the temple, and the crowd had already opened the gate of the temple.I saw a commoner groaning weakly in a pool of blood. Blood gushed out of his throat, and his bloody right hand was holding a sickle tightly. In front of him were two heads, a man and a woman, with the blood of the suicide splattered on them. Jing Hu stared at the situation in front of him very gloomyly. Before long, he said: "This man is hopeless after all. Even if he lives innocently, he will be condemned by his conscience for life. Now that he is dead, you should bury him properly!" He called the village chief, took some money and ordered the matter, and got on his horse.But he has no intention of moving forward, "I've changed my mind, let's go back!" Said, turning the horse's head back and forth. When we got back to Mount Kasuga, it was already dark.He didn't go back to the city, but went directly to Bishamon Hall. "I have a wish, please set up an altar to pray for me." He asked the monks to burn the fire for him, and sat in front of the statue all night. He has always had a cleanliness obsession with the love between men and women. He is now twenty years old, but he has never been in contact with female sex, which was extremely rare at the time.He thinks that the eroticism of men and women seems to have something unknown and horrible like sticky mud.No matter how brave a man falls into this quagmire, he will be weak and timid; no matter how righteous a man falls into this quagmire, he will become a senseless person.Besides this terror, which he could explain, there was also some uneasiness and unhappiness which he could not name. When thinking of Naomi, this feeling was slightly diluted, but when he encountered that incident today, it aroused a distinct sense of unhappiness in his heart. He couldn't think that last night's dream was just a random dream.He decided to confirm whether it was a real revelation or not.
There are only the abbot and Jinghu in the hall, and no idlers are allowed to enter. The abbot is in his early forties, with a handsome appearance and a burly physique. He doesn't look like a monk.He is wearing pure white clothes, with a large rosary of Sapindus on his left wrist, and a statue of Fudo Mingo tied to him, sitting cross-legged on a futon.He kept reciting Dharani sutras softly, and from time to time he grabbed wood and threw it into the stove, praying to the deity.After each movement, thick smoke rises high. Jing Hu sat cross-legged on the futon behind the abbot, clasped his hands together, and stared at the statue. In the smoke, the statue appears slightly larger than it really is.There must have been seven colors on the statue before, but now it is mottled, smoky and black, and even the armor marks with the atmosphere of the Western Regions have been blurred, only the eyes are shining.Looking carefully, the white powder in the eyes of the statue is still there, and the pupils seem to be embedded with crystals. When the candlelight flickers, the pupils emit sparkling crystal light, which makes one almost doubt that there is life hidden in them. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the insects around the temple are noisy, but the rhythm is not lost.The sound of worms gradually rose from low-key to high-pitched, and then gradually moved down after reaching the top, until it was completely silent.He chanted again and again, and the cycle was endless.The abbot's Dharani chant has no high or low rhythm, but continues in a low and monotonous manner. As the night deepened, the chill was overwhelming, with chills in the shoulder blades, limbs, and even the abdomen and back.Jing Hu's consciousness gradually faded away, and from time to time he felt the abbot's dharani chanting far away, leaving only a vast white mist in front of his eyes. He thought, it's not that he wants to sleep, but that he will fall asleep naturally if he continues like this.He alerted himself in his heart: "I can't sleep, I must stick to Bishamon Tenjin!" He opened his eyes as wide as possible. A miracle happened at this moment.When he opened his eyes several times, the smoke of Huma was particularly thick, enveloping the idol like a mist, and when he felt the light of the idol's eyes piercing the smoke and shooting at him, the idol had slowly come to him. It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, the arms of the statue with the exotic gauntlets turned over the handle of the trident, and pressed tightly on Jinghu's neck.That power was as heavy and cold as a boulder pressing down on the top.He stared at Jing Hu angrily. "You are my incarnation. I have always taken care of you, but you don't understand at all. You didn't even believe me when I gave you instructions in your dream yesterday. Why should I enlighten you? Now that you are so suspicious and unbelievable, I will never give you any instructions again, did you hear that? Did you hear that?..." He clutched Jing Hu's neck tightly with both hands.That power is amazing!Jing Hu couldn't move all over his body, and he tried his best to endure.He didn't want to open his mouth, and he didn't intend to apologize. If it was a revelation, it would be fine to tell him clearly like a revelation, but he chose to use this method that was no different from ordinary dreams. He didn't believe it. Jing Hu felt angry when he thought about it, but the pressure on his shoulders was unbearable, and the pain penetrated into his bones. Jing Hu clenched his teeth and endured, but he noticed that someone grabbed his shoulder and shook it violently. "What's the matter? What's the matter with you?" Feeling the voice suddenly approaching his ears from far away, Jing Hu suddenly opened his eyes. "Are you awake? What's the matter? It seems to be haunted." It was the abbot, and there was worry in his pupils. Jing Hu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the statue of Bishamon, still in the same posture as before, shrouded in a slight smoke. Jing Hu thought to himself: "Was that a revelation just now?" At this moment, the statue's eyes lit up and he smiled slightly. Jing Hu clasped his palms together and bowed unconsciously, reciting in his mouth: "Nan Wu Guiming pays homage to Bishamonten..." He was already convinced that it was the god Bishamon who had manifested himself, and his devout thoughts flooded his chest like a tidal wave. He was sweating profusely all over his body, and the sweat dripped from his forehead. After a long while, Jinghu walked out of Bishamon Hall.It was still night, he avoided the guest room where the guards were waiting, walked out of the temple through the side door, and walked towards the fields. Jing Hu stepped on the dew-wet grass, and the image of Naomi appeared in front of his eyes.It's her playing the flute to the moon.The moonlight shines from the roots of her thick hair to her long face, and then to her shoulders and chest.Her slender fingers are dexterously flying on the flute hole, and the lips that lightly touch the mouthpiece will flicker every time she catches breath, her bulging chest pants and rises lightly, her eyes are slightly closed under her slender eyebrows, and her long eyelashes cover her lower eyelids .Jing Hu seemed to hear the brisk and elegant tune in his ears. He never thought about which is more important, bravery on the battlefield or love in the world?He is still young and doesn't know the horror and charm of love and lust, so he can easily come to conclusions, giving up love and lust for martial courage. But the way of martial bravery is not the way of fame, nor is it the way of power. Although the way of martial bravery is also connected with these two ways, Jing Hu didn't pay attention to it. What he seeks is to possess the invincible and invincible military power , It’s just masculinity that is not afraid of anything in the world. This is probably because he is still young!For a grown man, power is far more attractive than lust, but he is unaware of both and just acts from his heart. However, determination is nothing more than determination. If everything can be done according to determination at the moment, then life will be too easy.Although Jing Hu tried his best to wipe away Naimei's phantom, he waved it and came again, entangled endlessly, until his feet were wet with cold dew, and his heart was still spinning. The night has turned white, and the horizontal clouds in the eastern sky are colored with magnificent colors by the light of dawn. The phantom may be the same as the undead. As the sky brightens, Naimei's phantom also leaves Jinghu. "Namo Guiming pays homage to Bishamonten!" Jing Hu put his palms together and worshiped toward the ribbon-shaped clouds that multiplied the brilliance.
Jinghu compromised with Ueda and married A Ling to Ueda. Although it brought complete peace to Echigo, after Uesugi Sadami's death, Echigo was indeed without a ruler.Dingshi has no offspring. Although Jinghu is the guardian, this position is nothing more than the head of the Echigo noble family. Jinghu's relationship with them is not master-servant.Moreover, after Sadashi's death, Echigo has no guardian, and if there is no guardian, isn't it strange that the role of guardian Dai is not? Therefore, Jing Hu summoned the wealthy clan to discuss this issue. Fang Jing was the first to speak: "Let's establish a new head of the country! To guard this position, not only must there be many rules stipulated by the ancestors, but also the appointment of the Emperor of Kyoto and the shogun. If it is the head of the country, there will be no such troubles. The powerful is the lord of a country, and it’s like this everywhere now, so I don’t think you need to be polite.” He spoke lightly and cheerfully, and many people immediately echoed him. "Yes! That's good! If the Kyoto Gongfang family and the Guandong Gongfang family are still powerful, of course it is best to get their consent to appoint them, but now that they have lost their power, we will stand on our own as the lord of the country based on the customs of the world. Bar!" Usami didn't speak.Jing Hu looked at him, only to see that he folded his arms in front of his chest, and was pulling the sparse beard on his chin with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something. "Suruga, what's your opinion?" Usami was taken aback, and sat upright and replied: "My opinion is the same as that of you, so there is no need to repeat it." Presumably he disagreed, otherwise he wouldn't look thoughtful.Jing Hu could see that Usami still wanted him to ask the Kyoto public for instructions first, and let him act as the guardian of state affairs. If you really propose this request to the Kyoto shogun, and match it with a considerable gift, the general will definitely agree.Now, the general is only in name only, his prestige may still be carried out in the capital area, but he has no power in the remote countries. If he asks for instructions and gives expensive gifts, the general has no reason not to accept it.No matter what method is used, as long as the general adopts it, he will have a formal status, and status is power. One can stop other wealthy families who will go to the capital to petition in the future, and second, when someone in the collar resists and crusades, the division will be famous. You may be lucky enough to be appointed guardian.Why not do it? Jinghu speculated that Usami must have the same intentions, and thought it was right, so he said: "Thank you uncle and all adults for your heartfelt opinions, but I have a slightly different idea. Although the power in Kyoto is declining, the public is still the public. Or report the matter and ask for instructions, what do you think?" "That's good, it's not too much trouble anyway!" Fang Jing was the first to agree. Others followed suit.In fact, Jing Hu is already the lord of the country, so there is no need to worry about the form. "Since everyone has no objection, let's do this, write a petition now, and ask everyone to sign it together." Jing Hu summoned the clerk and wrote the petition on the spot, which was signed by everyone. A few days later, the envoys carrying the petition and tribute went to Beijing, and brought back a reply letter written by the shogun Yoshito (later Yoshiki) at the end of the year.The main text of the letter is to accept the purpose of the petition and to thank the tribute. At the end, there is a line of male handwriting: "I will give another instruction in the near future!" Jing Hu thought this was Yito's handwriting, and he seemed to want Jing Hu and the others to have expectations for his supplementary writing. "What is he going to say?" Jing Hu thought about it, guessing Yi Teng's mind. A few days later, the new year (the nineteenth year of Tianwen) came, and Jing Hu was twenty-one years old. At the end of February, when the snow was fading away, a letter came from General Yoshiharu, which said: "The use of saddles made of white umbrella covers and blankets is permitted!" These two things are the ostentation of Echigo's guardian, so it can be explained that he appointed Jinghu as the guardian. The reason why he didn't specify the appointment was because he considered himself as a person with no real power. In any case, Jinghu is now the Lord of Echigo and the guardian of Echigo in both name and reality, so he is extremely happy, so he sent an envoy to Beijing with rich gifts. The whole year passed without incident.During this period, Jing Hu devoted himself more to Buddha. On May 1st of the 19th year of Tianwen, he granted the fiefdom of Kamiyahiko Yoshiya Eighteen Shrine in Uonuma County to Omiyaji of Utsunomiya Shrine in Uonuma County, ordering him not to neglect matters of worshiping the gods. On the 13th of the same month, he carefully selected the abbot of Kikuo-ji Temple in Yoshii, Kariwa-gun, to manage the temple. On March 2, the 20th year of Tianwen, he donated the field to Tochio Joan Temple, which once sheltered him.
Ten days after he donated the land to Joan Temple, Uesugi Kensei, the governor of Kanto in Hirai, Shangshu, and Hojo Ujiyasu, Odawara, went to war. The post of Guanling in Kanto originally ruled the entire Kanto to Hokuriku and Ou, that is, all of Eastern Japan. However, the first generation of the Hojo clan of Odawara Hojo was a wandering samurai whose identity was unknown. It can be seen that the chaos of the Warring States Period. Jinghu wanted to know more details about the battle, and Usami just arrived, and seemed to have a tacit understanding. "You are here for the Kanto matter!" Usami smiled and said, "Oh? Did you already know?" "I want to know more details, you know!" "It's probably clear." The battle took place on the banks of the Shenrugawa River, which flows through Kodama County, Musashi, and Tano County, Joshu. This place is about several hundred meters away from Hirai.Uesugi Xianzheng received the report of Hojo Shiyasu leading 20,000 troops to attack, and immediately led more than 30,000 people from Shangzhou and Yezhou noble families to attack. The two armies met here on March 10. There are more people in the leadership, and they are waiting for work, so they won the first confrontation.Since the two sides have fought repeatedly for more than ten years, Uesugi has always won only small contact battles, and has always lost major battles.Therefore, this time the two armies met and won, which was the first time for Uesugi, so morale slackened, and in the afternoon, the situation of the two armies reversed. Hojo Ujiyasu went into battle in person and took the lead, motivating the whole army, which greatly boosted the morale of the Hojo Army.Uesugi's army was torn apart and defeated, and Uesugi Xianzheng escaped to Hirai City with only his own life. Usami concluded: "Although the Odawara army attacked the city, they fought from morning to afternoon, killing and wounding, and the living were exhausted. Therefore, they retreated skillfully and did not want to chase after them. He is not eager to make meritorious service. After all, he is a famous veteran. .” "Well!" Jing Hu nodded in agreement, and then said, "What do you want to persuade me! I don't intend to use troops!" Usami has a deep friendship with Uesugi Xianzheng. Before Jinghu was born, he had always been backed by Uesugi's housekeeper and fought against Jinghu's father for many years.Jing Hu guessed that he was talking about motivating himself to send troops to the Kanto to rescue Guan Ling's family. Usami smiled and said: "You are absolutely right, we must take action here, but the situation in Kanto has evolved so far, let's take it to heart for now, and wait and see the changes in the future!" It was night, and Jing Hu had another dream. He dreamed that dozens of people were walking quietly on the mountain road illuminated by the moon on the tenth day of the lunar month. They surrounded one person in groups and walked quietly at night. Suddenly, someone seemed to say, "It's Hirai's constitutional government!" At some point, an old man stood beside Jing Hu.He wore armor, had a long white beard, and carried a long staff with a curved tip.Jing Hu was startled, and he woke up. A rooster crows in the distance, and Jing Hu stares at the dark beams of the roof.