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Chapter 563 Yelü Yanxi's Ambitions

“Master Zhisen, you are a truly virtuous and eminent monk. All the people in our temple are willing to follow you and hope that you can accept them as your disciples so that they can practice under your guidance.”

Lu Zhishen felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the five teenagers staring at him blankly.

He just casually answered two questions from the abbot last night, how did he become a highly virtuous monk after a good night's sleep?

Lu Zhishen could tell at a glance that the old monk wanted to get rid of these burdens in the temple.

These half-grown, bald boys were all sallow-faced and emaciated. If they followed him around the Liao Kingdom, they would only be exhausted to death on the road.

"Elder, have you asked them?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"Of course we asked them. You can ask them again right here if you don't believe me," the old host said.

Lu Zhishen walked towards the five bald boys, who trembled as they looked at the eight-foot-tall Lu Zhishen, whose head was not even as tall as his waist.

"Do you want to follow me in cultivating?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"Master, we are willing to follow you!!"

The five young monks immediately knelt down and bowed to Lu Zhishen, their faces pressed to the ground.

"Everyone, stand up!"

"Have you eaten breakfast this morning?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"We've all eaten." The five young monks nodded in unison.

What are you eating?

“It’s millet porridge,” the young monks replied.

"What are your names?" Lu Zhishen asked again.

"My name is Huizhen."

"My name is Huihe."

"My name is Huitong."

"My name is Huixing."

"My name is Huizhong."

"Hmm, it just so happens to be my next generation."

Lu Zhishen belonged to the "Zhi" generation, and the next generation after him happened to be the "Hui" generation.

In a mysterious way, Lu Zhishen sensed that he should perhaps bring these five young monks with him to cultivate.

“Alright, you can all come with me,” Lu Zhishen said.

The five young monks, all of whom were of the "Hui" generation, burst into laughter.

Lu Zhishen looked at the presiding elder.

“I never expected that the generational ranking in your temple would be the same as that in Mount Wutai,” Lu Zhishen said.

"Namo Amitabha."

Lu Zhishen had a much better impression of the Buddhist temples in the north, unlike the temples in the south which were too money-driven.

After attending the Heroes' Gathering in Yuhang, he was invited to Lingyin Temple.

Lingyin Temple was built during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. From the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Sui Dynasty, Tang Dynasty, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period to the Song Dynasty, the temple and monks' quarters were continuously expanded. During the reign of Emperor Zhenzong alone, it was granted 13,000 mu of fertile land, making it extremely wealthy.

The Great Xiangguo Temple in Bianjing wasn't as arrogant as the Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou. When Lu Zhishen met the monks at Lingyin Temple, they all seemed like monsters, and their words were never easy to understand.

The abbot of Lingyin Temple wanted Lu Zhishen to teach him martial arts, but Lu Zhishen casually brushed it off, teaching them to fetch water to strengthen their muscles and bones, and turning daily cleaning into a martial arts exercise to fool them.

'Have I become easier to talk to?'

'This must be because he's been reciting Buddhist scriptures too much.'

Lu Zhishen pondered in his heart.

Lu Zhishen stayed in this county town for five days. During these five days, five young monks served him attentively, and whenever he went out for a stroll in the town, two young monks would always accompany him. After Lu Zhishen left the temple and the county town with the five young monks, the abbot breathed a long sigh of relief.

They provided good food and drink for Lu Zhishen and his companions, and also took care of the meals for the five young monks beside him, thus saving the temple's granary.

Life is not easy in the temples of the Liao Kingdom these days. There are too many temples, and the amount of land each temple can be allocated is pitifully small; the monks in the temples have to work in the fields themselves, and they simply cannot hire people to do it for them; the harvests in the fields are not very good, and the offerings from pilgrims are also decreasing.

I don't know where the problem is, but life under the Liao Kingdom is getting harder and harder.

……

……

The Liao dynasty called their emperor Langzhu, or Khan.

If Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty was an art student, then Yelü Yanxi, the prince of the Liao Dynasty, was a sports student.

Yelü Yanxi rode at full gallop, accompanied by his trusted members of the Liao imperial family. They drove wild animals through the mountains and forests, and if they saw any people, they shot them as well, mistaking them for wild animals.

The horses slowed down and gradually came to a stop. Lord Yelü Yanxi drew his bow and shot an arrow that felled a wild deer.

Yelü Yanxi drew his bow and shot again, killing another fleeing rabbit.

"Your Majesty is a master archer!!"

"Your Majesty's perfect shot!"

Those around him cheered. Yelü Yanxi waved his hand, and a group of Khitan warriors stepped forward and dragged the prey that Yelü Yanxi had shot to his face.

"This prey is yours."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!!"

Yelü Yanxi laughed.

"How do I compare to the heroes of the Southern Dynasty?" Yelü Yanxi asked.

"Your Majesty is certainly far more heroic than those people from the Southern Dynasty!" Yelü Guozhen said to Yelü Yanxi from the side.

"Now that the Song Kingdom is in such a sorry state, I intend to march south and unify the Central Plains. What do you think?" Yelü Yanxi said.

"That hero Wang Jin of Nanyan could single-handedly storm into the capital city of Bianjing, and the Song Dynasty's 800,000 imperial guards were like clay chickens and earthen dogs. Our Khitan only needs to send 100,000 troops to destroy the Song!" Yelü Guobao said obsequiously from the side.

Yelü Guozhen and Yelü Guobao were Yelü Yanxi's nephews in terms of seniority, but these two nephews were actually much older than Yelü Yanxi.

"Does Wang Jin really have such courage and martial prowess?" Yelü Yanxi asked.

"Rumors are mostly false, but they're based on true events that have been spread as falsehoods. Wang Jin must have real skills; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to organize that Heroes' Gathering," Yelü Guozhen said.

"very good."

Yelü Yanxi was in high spirits. He drew his bow and arrow once more, aiming the arrow at a wild leopard. In an instant, the arrow pierced the leopard's neck.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to be the vanguard in the campaign against the Song Dynasty!!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing too!"

"Oh, we'll discuss that when we get back to the capital. The Jurchen tribe is just ahead; I want their chieftain to dance for me, haha," Yelü Yanxi said with a laugh.

Yelü Yanxi led several thousand men on a hunting expedition outside the capital, and this time they reached Chunzhou.

When the Khitan Khan arrived in person, the chieftains of five nearby Jurchen tribes were on high alert, and Wanyan Aguda was among them.

At dusk, bonfires were lit inside the Khitan camp, and only four Jurchen chieftains appeared around the fire.

"Why is one still missing?" Yelü Yanxi cut mutton with a knife and glanced at the Jurchen chieftain by the campfire.

"Chief Aguda's wife has given birth, so he really can't come tonight!" A chieftain offered an excuse for Wanyan Aguda.

"His wife gave birth?"

“Then bring his wife over too, and let her give birth in front of me.”

"This Aguda is a blessed man, to have allowed me, the Lord, to personally witness the birth of his child." Yelü Yanxi happily ate roasted mutton.

(End of this chapter)