Chapter 15: The Maitreya Sutra
Through several long corridor steps.
Walking through several large gardens, passing through several large pools, more than a dozen round gates and walled portals, following behind the old chief steward, Hong Yi walked for a full meal before arriving at the main house in the center of the Marquis' residence.
The phrase "once you enter the marquis' door, it's like the sea" has been best verified in the Marquis Wuwen's mansion.
Even if it was Hong Yi, if it wasn't for the old chief steward leading the way, he would have to get lost, not knowing the south-east and north-west.
Of course, this was due to the fact that he had been living in the corner for a long time and hadn't traveled around the mansion.
With his status, he couldn't move around too much in the mansion either.
In his memory, only when he was a child, he came to the main mansion with his mother. This human warmth and coldness like swords and frost in the marquis house is not his home.
"Why is my heart a little restless?"
Before arriving at the main house, Hong Yi suddenly felt a bit anxious. He knew that it was his father, Marquis Wu Wen's majesty that was too heavy, and this time, he suddenly called himself here, not knowing what he was going to say.
"A scholar must be calm, a great mountain crumbles in front of him without changing his face." Hong Yi thought in his heart, calmed down his anxious thoughts, and stepped into the main residence along with the old chief steward.
Houfu's main house is built in a grand and majestic way, with a clear color of large ai leaf bluestone paved floor, flat light like a mirror, hard like iron.
In the hall of the main house, a row of mahogany rustic chairs, in the center is a huge word, the font is upright, there is a kind of call for people to rules and regulations of the sense of oppression.
It was the word "Li".
Beneath the word "rite" is a large rosewood tribute table that is big enough to lay four or five people flat.
There were many items on the table, all covered with bright yellow satin, obviously items given by the emperor. All of them were offered with incense.
On the large chair on the left side of the tribute table sat a person in brocade clothing with a purple and gold crown on his head.
This person, his temples slightly white, his hands pressed on the armrests of the big chair, white as jade, spotless, giving people a feeling of mastering infinite power.
Wherever this person sat, there was an intimidating majesty, calling people unable to look at him squarely and could only obediently bow their heads.
He was the true master of the entire Marquis Wuwen residence, Marquis Wuwen Hong Xuanji, the imperial court's stone pillar of the earth and grain, and the Martial Saint of the Da Qian Dynasty.
"Hong Yi, stand to the right, I have something to say to you."
Seeing that the old chief steward had brought Hong Yi in, Marquis Wu Wen pointed with his hand.
Hong Yi answered and walked to the right side of the hall and stood, saying aloud, "What are your orders, Lord Father?"
"Hmm?"
Just between Hong Yi's words, retreated to the corner of the doorway of the old governor's eyes puzzled for a moment, seems to be a little unexpected Hong Yi's composure, even if it is the eldest son of the Marquis House in the middle of the house that has already become a family early on, in front of Hong Xuanji, none of them are trembling and do not dare to come out of the atmosphere.
"I heard that you answered a poem in cursive script to County Princess Yongchun? Why didn't you use orthographic characters? Showing off your writing and poetic talent? Don't go to read the scriptures and reasoning and do these evil deeds?"
Marquis Wu Wen spoke indifferently, his tone was cold, making people shiver to hear it.
Let it be that Hong Yi's heart tightly guards the reader's great mountain crumbles in front of the face without changing color, but also feel being on the cool whoosh. Out of a cold sweat.
"Hmm?"
Seeing that Hong Yi did not answer himself, Marquis Wu Wen gave a cold hmm.
Once this cold hmmm came out, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to plummet a lot, Hong Yi only felt his legs and stomach soft, the whole person almost went limp.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had practiced the Bull Demon Power Fist and his body had become a bit stronger, with the majesty of this Marquis of Wu Wen, he felt self-conscious that he would most likely go limp.
"Lord Father's lesson is right, I won't dare to do so in the future."
Hong Yi lowered his head.
He did know that in front of Hong Xuanji, there was no chance to refute, even if your reasoning was right, you still had to submit.
Among the Marquis of Wu Wen, the rules were the most emphasized, and Hong Yi knew that if he retorted, it was not uncommon for him to have his legs broken in a light case, or to be beaten to death by the family law in a heavy case. This rule is not only for him, even the first son is the same application.
Marquis Wu Wen's strict and disciplined family rule is famous throughout the court. It was also quite appreciated by some scholars.
"Hm."
Marquis Wu Wen gave a hmmm again, but not a cold hmmm, the tone of voice eased some, Hong Yi immediately felt that the entire hall in the middle of the temperature are elevated some, calf stomach no longer cramps.
"This matter you have violated the family law. Originally want to beat you twenty sticks, but you have a merit in the body, and after the year after the spring is the Enke countryside examination, the national ceremony, you want to participate in, will temporarily spare you. If you are successful in the citation, naturally a write-off, if you do not win, the family law will be enforced as well." Marquis Wu Wen's face was expressionless as he said.
"Yes, Lord Father." Hong Yi lowered his head once again.
"Although poetry is not a formal scripture, it is however able to show the agility of a literary mind. Your poem is still done decently." Marquis Wu Wen added, "You are already fifteen this year, and according to the laws of my Da Qian Dynasty, you have also come of age, what are your plans?"
"Lord Father, I want to learn the martial art of bow and horse. I hope Lord Father will fulfill it." Hong Yi saw that the atmosphere was somewhat eased, so he boldly put forward his intentions.
Bow and horse riding and shooting, Hong Yi could not afford to learn it now, although he had ten red gold coins, he could not afford to buy a good horse and a good bow, not to mention, to raise a horse, he still needed a groom to take care of it. Hong Yi couldn't possibly take care of it himself.
Firstly, it is a matter of identity. It is not good to spread the word that a scholar is a groom.
Secondly, taking care of a horse is a hard work, and you have to get up at night to feed the horse. Too much time and energy spent.
"The scriptures are not well read, what bow and horse martial arts to learn!" Upon hearing this, Marquis Wu Wen frowned slightly, seemingly disapproving of Hong Yi's desire to learn the martial art of bowing and horse riding, and in one breath, he flatly refused, "You read the scriptures and teachings first, learning the martial art without reading the scriptures and teachings well is nothing more than a reckless person. This thing should not be mentioned again in the future, got it?"
"Got it." Hong Yi still did not retort.
"Alright, you go. Chief Steward Wu, take him to the account office to withdraw one hundred taels of silver money so that he can prepare for the imperial examination." After Marquis Wu Wen said this, he waved his hand, "Go."
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"Why don't you let me learn martial arts, could it be that you're afraid that after I pass the entrance examination, I'll join the army again, and after I've made a war achievement, I'll possibly be knighted? There is a possibility that my mother will be knighted and stir up the rules of the Marquis."
Walking on the road back to his courtyard, Hong Yi closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
If he is successful in the academy, and then joins the army, he will be honored with a title, and his mother will be honored, then his mother's spiritual seat will immediately be ranked alongside the "Ci An Jun". Even his own father had to offer incense at every family festival.
This, too, undermined the rules of the Marquis' residence. It was a radical change.
This was something that the rule-oriented Marquis Wu Wen could not tolerate.
Hong Yi guessed in his heart that this was the root cause of his father's opposition to his martial arts studies.
Although Hong Yi himself was still only a Xiu Cai, and was still a hundred thousand miles away from winning the Scholarship and establishing a military career, he was very confident that he could do it.
"I must do it on my own, fight for my mother to get the title of Fengjun, and show the entire Marquis House!" Hong Yi clenched his fists and secretly said.
"But then again, Zi Yue is also a Martial Saint and even a Ghost Immortal. But when facing him, how come I don't feel that much pressure. Could it be due to accumulated power? Sure enough, without strength and backbone of one's own, all these truths of the readers' great mountains crumbling in front of them without changing their colors are a bit flimsy!"
When facing his own father's majesty, Hong Yi finally realized that he had no strength, and the calmness of the readers, the great righteousness, were all a bit vain.
"If one is a Martial Saint, one would definitely dare to argue in front of his father with reason. What is the greatest in heaven, reason is the greatest. Father and son can also argue with reason. Even kings and ministers can argue with reason!"
"If a ruler has a great fault, he will admonish him, and if he repeats it and doesn't listen, he will change his position! Those condescending reasonings of my father are a deviation from the original meaning of a scholar. But, these reasonings, how can I have to fight?"
Hong Yi thought in his heart.
The emperor has a great fault, the readers have to dissuade, if the emperor repeatedly does not listen and is bent on having his way, then you have to abdicate!
This was the reasoning of the readers! Unfortunately, without strength, none of these truths can be stretched.
Thinking about it, Hong Yi walked back to his own small courtyard, closed the door quietly thinking, looked at the table, suddenly a little pity that burned the "martial arts scripture".
Hong Yi's eyes could not help but look towards the fire pot that burned the martial arts scripture.
"Huh? What's that!"
It was better not to look at it, but once he did, he discovered the dark golden scriptures in the ashes of the fire bowl.
Hong Yi walked over and picked up this piece of scripture with a fire clip. Discovering that this scripture was actually like a silk scroll, lifting up a large piece! Extremely thin, on the top of the dense all the words, in the middle of a golden Buddha statue, sitting in the void, countless sun, moon and stars revolving around it.
This volume of scriptures do not know what material is made, actually fire can not burn.
Hong Yi saw the name of the scripture at a glance.
The Maitreya Sutra!
