Chapter 44: The Adventures of Maji Mountain

There are no heroes, especially this one behind him. His old man was unstoppable in battle, and his hands must have been stained black with blood over the years. The three thousand men who died rather than surrender in the battle of Fenghuangshan were buried in the yellow earth overnight by this kind old man, and then rode horses over the mass grave for three days. The reason for this was simply to deny the old man a chance to remember. Old Cheng was ashamed to mention this.

The ruthless and merciless Bull Demon King was willing to give up his status as a nobleman and push a wheelbarrow to transport a few extra catties of grain. He did this simply to save a few people from starving to death. This may sound like a paradox, but it is true. The old Bull was meticulous in killing people, but also wholeheartedly saved people. It seems that he is surrounded by perverts, and Yun Ye is very worried about his future.

Along the way, he enjoyed the scenery. The mountains were green and verdant, waterfalls splashed, ancient trees had twisted roots, and the pines were not afraid of the cold, braving the cold wind to show Yun Ye the most beautiful and simple scenery. He took a hearty piss on the roots of the most beautiful and oldest pine tree as a gift to it.

Wangcai was peeking over the side and saw Yun Ye giving gifts to other families. As a follower, he naturally couldn’t fall behind and also took a satisfying pee. He was about to run up to Yun Ye to report his achievement when he got slapped on the butt.

“Get lost, I can’t see you eating and drinking.” Niu Jinda was very dissatisfied with Yun Ye’s behavior, which spoiled the mood. He had long since become used to Yun Ye’s shamelessness, and thought that Wangcai could still be saved, so he gave him a lesson.

“Uncle, we’ve been gone for almost twenty days. We must be close to Chang’an, right?” When he left Qinzhou five days ago, Yun Ye really wanted to see the Maijishan Grottoes that were being excavated. Later generations went too late, and many of the Buddha heads were snatched away by others, leaving only the severed bodies of the heads on display for worship.

If you go now, you will still find them there. If you act early, you will have a priceless treasure to pass down to your descendants. In later generations, the government will chop off the heads of the Buddha statues, and the price is too high. After thinking about it, Yun Ye controlled his desire to take a Buddha head home.

The third son of the Pei family and Yun Ye had suffered a lot under the old cow, so they naturally became close friends. The two brothers took advantage of the fog to sneak up the mountain and take a look at the beautiful grottoes. They saw the grottoes that would later be called the Scattered Flower Building, and their hatred grew. This is the damn place where the camera was snatched away. It was said that everyone was responsible for protecting historical sites and that photography was not allowed.

The camera was returned to him only after he left the gate. He could not help but sigh at the greatness of the Buddha. In less than ten minutes, a high-end Japanese camera was turned into a domestic camera. You can’t love your country so much. If you say anything more, the security guards with big chests and waists will take you away for a talk.

The eight heavenly kings on the mountain wall were either charming or fierce, but they could not suppress Yun Ye’s anger. He picked up a machete and was about to find a suitable target, but then he heard a loud shout: “Stop!”

Lao Cheng came over accompanied by an old monk, and grabbed Pei Lao San, who was carefully observing the flying breasts. Oh my god, how could the general be here?

“I have seen the general.” Hurry up and bow, you can’t call him uncle in front of other people.

“Why are you two here? Why are you doing this disrespectful thing in the holy land of Buddhism?” Lao Cheng and the Dan Yin of Maijishan have always had an old relationship. Today, the army passed through Maijishan and came to talk to the old monk in the evening, not wanting to catch Yun Ye and Pei Lao San red-handed.

“Your humble servant saw that the stone cliff carvings were exquisite, and I couldn’t help but admire them. General, please look at this thin-skinned dancer, freely spinning in the void between flowers and Xiangyun. It is a unique expression of lightness and beauty, adding a sense of flow. It is truly beautiful.”

The old monk nodded repeatedly, Cheng Yaojin was very proud, and Yun Ye was dumbfounded. Could it be that among these four people, only I was a lecher? I clearly saw this kid touching the sculpture’s breasts in a very lewd manner, but how did it suddenly turn into art appreciation?

“What are you doing with the knife? Do you want to destroy the Buddha statue?” Old Cheng again fixed his gaze on Yun Ye and asked.

“How dare I have such evil intentions? I just saw the eight heavenly dragons, each with murderous intent, as if they were about to come to life and choose someone to devour. I am a soldier and cannot help but think of self-preservation. I am sorry to have made you laugh.”

The old monk laughed.

“This evening, I felt that I had honored guests visiting my home, but I didn’t expect it to be you two. It is truly gratifying that you have gained some insight in front of the Buddha’s body of the Eight Heavenly Kings. The Eight Heavenly Kings are the guardian deities of our Buddhist family, and they are the most solemn and powerful. It is certain that the young general has a deep affinity with Buddhism if he can gain some insight.”

The old monk was skinny, but his bones were unusually thick. His dark eyes were set in deep eye sockets, and his words were kind, but there was no mercy in his eyes. There was a feeling of being stared at by a wolf. This old monk was not simple. Pretending to be attracted by the art of the Buddha, he visited each one and the old monk explained one by one.

Yun Ye talked about the hometown of the Yan Emperor, which was sure to be prosperous and full of talent. This was a compliment that had been used for thousands of years. Sure enough, the old monk’s eyes were slightly less cold, and the feeling of being stared at by a beast disappeared without a trace. Excited, he walked in front of the tour guide, spitting out words like “thousand Buddha corridors, ten thousand Buddha halls, falcons turning over, and oxen halls.”

The small hole through the nose of the mountain had not yet been excavated, and Yun Ye would never drag the chain forward. Oh my god! The king of heaven was already standing on the back of the cow. Didn’t he say he would stand up slowly? Look at the calf being trampled on, stretching its neck and calling out. It’s not good to waste it even if it’s strong. He turned around to ask the old monk why he wanted to open a thousand-year scam. But he saw the old monk, Lao Cheng, and Lao San looking at him strangely. Nonsense, you are more familiar with the environment in someone else’s home than the host. You are either a thief or a thief! Under the pressure of the old monk, Yun Ye forgot that he was in the Tang Dynasty, not the future with a lot of horses and carriages, and he smiled awkwardly.

“Is this young general a disciple of the Lotus Sect?” Damn, the old monk’s eyes are not good-natured again.

“No, I am a disciple of my teacher, and I don’t believe in Buddhism.”

“The young general is indeed deeply connected with Buddhism. It is really strange that he can understand it before he knows it. The folk song of the Thousand Buddha Gallery, the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall, and the Falcon Turning Over the Ox Hall is very interesting. However, the name of the Ox Hall was only decided by the poor monk last night and has not been told to anyone. I wonder how the young general learned about it?”

Damn you, why didn’t you say so earlier? The Buddhist community is full of kind-hearted liars. Even his subordinates can’t be trusted. In later generations, I was deceived by the tour guide. Now I’ve met the main character, how can I make up the story? Yun Ye roared in his heart.

“By chance, by chance, perhaps because the master and I shared the same thoughts for a moment.” That was all he could say. Although it was a bit disgusting to share the same thoughts with a monk, he couldn’t think about that now.

The old monk said nothing and stopped asking questions, and Yun Ye’s heart also settled down. The few of them resumed their previous appearance as tourists.

After a simple vegetarian meal, they enjoyed the strange flavored tea with all kinds of strange spices. Suddenly, the old monk asked Yun Ye again: “What is your teacher’s name? I have also traveled the world. Maybe he is an old friend.”

Yun Ye almost choked on the tea: “My teacher calls himself Xiaoyao Zi. I wonder if you have heard of him?”

The old monk shook his head and seemed to be lost in thought and stopped talking.

Cheng Yaojin said goodbye to the old monk, took Yun Ye and Pei Laosan down the Maji Mountain, and chatted and laughed with his personal guards, all the way in a friendly manner. But when they arrived at the barracks, Cheng Yaojin looked at the two of them with a smile that was not quite a smile: “Next time you do something like this, make sure you do it right. That old monk is the head of the 18 monks of Shaolin Temple. It is said that his set of stick techniques has reached the level of a master. If I weren’t here today, your two dogs’ legs wouldn’t be safe. He left with a smile, leaving the two of them to breathe a sigh of relief and fear. The old monk was terrifying.

Recalling the dangerous encounter at Mount Maiji, Yun Ye was curious and asked Niu Jinda to find out. This old monk, Tan Yin, often entered and left the Qin Palace when His Majesty was still the Qin King, and His Majesty and the Queen treated him very respectfully. If you provoke him, you won’t have a good ending.

The third son of the Pei family was not from an ordinary family. His grandfather was the famous Pei Ji, who was known for his wisdom and prudence in the Tang Dynasty. He was favored by the emperor for two generations. When he heard this, Yun Ye understood. The guy who changed his name to Shi Zhi Xuan in the legend was his grandfather? A generation of evil kings, who could not be killed, boiled, or fried. Why are there so many of these powerful and perverted guys around me? Even if Yun Ye knows that Shi Zhi Xuan is a character in a novel, but how many of the guys who can get the characters in the novel are ordinary people? Forget it, Li Er’s court is a court, it’s just a concentration camp for perverts. People like me who are so white cherish life and stay away.

The rest of the journey was much easier. As the army consumed food, the food on the wheelbarrow had been emptied by a third. In addition, the army was almost at Chen Cang, which is now Baoji City. The road gradually became flat, and the population gradually increased, but the cold wind was fierce, and winter had finally arrived.

Yun Ye was huddled in the carriage, wrapped in all kinds of fur, looking like a bear. Outside the carriage, the army marched on the road in the snow and wind, everyone had become a snowman, only the white breath exhaled proved the existence of vitality.

They were not afraid of the cold at all, and the iron armor on their fur coats still clanked. Two years after leaving home, they set foot on the land of Guanzhong on this snowy day. The cold could not stop their enthusiasm for returning home.

“When the beloved returns, tears sing for you.” A line from a song came to Yun Ye’s mind.