Capítulo 2334: Chapter 46: As If Attaining Guang Wen (2)
Regarding the visit of Marquis Wu’an of Qi Country, Tu Hu did not express arrogance, but instead opened the main hall doors wide and personally led him into the hall.
Today’s Tu Hu was still as splendidly dressed as on the day they first t. He wore an extrely ornate golden crown sacrificial robe, which displayed divine grace and might, standing high above, yet he still gave off a feeling of genuineness and vitality.
Although his handso face was deep, it did not give a sense of distance.
The complete opposite of when they were in the Border Wilderness.
Casually explaining to Jiang Wang the various aspects of Guangwen Yexiewu Hall, from architectural style to historical anecdotes, his words were cordial and natural, eloquent and delightful, making one feel refreshed as if in a spring breeze.
Entering through the grand, solemn, and resplendent gates, the first thing Jiang Wang saw was a giant bell.
The bell was sky-blue in color, hanging right at the courtyard’s center, with detailed carvings depicting Divine Envoy Minhar’s story. Because of its massive size, it resembled a screen wall.
Visitors must go around it before catching a glimpse of the scenery behind.
“This Guangwen Bell has never been struck since the day Guangwen Yexiewu Hall was completed,” Tu Hu explained, with a very faint sense of lancholy in his tone.
Jiang Wang naturally knew why it had never been rung, for Minhar’s story had long been circulating across the grasslands.
Yet, hearing the na “Guangwen Bell” at this mont suddenly reminded him of another bell.
Xuankong Monastery’s treasure—the “Wowing Bell”.
With such similar nas, could there be any connection?
However, one belonged to Cangtu Religion, while the other was in the Eastern Region Buddhism, completely unrelated.
Jiang Wang thought perhaps he was being overly sensitive.
Already having nurous questions about Mugu, compounded by his experiences during demon hunting in the Border Wilderness, made him suspect whether there was so hidden secret about Mugu everywhere he looked.
“Guangwen… a good na,” he replied, without making any mistake.
Tu Hu walked leisurely, seemingly bathing in divine light, softly saying, “Indeed. ‘To attain Guangwen’, ‘To utilize Zhi Wen’, ‘Thus I have heard’, this Buddhism’s ‘Three Hearsay and Three Buddha’s Beliefs’, how could it be bad?”
Jiang Wang’s heart trembled.
Tu Hu’s words were as clear as could be: this Guangwen Bell was indeed related to Xuankong Monastery’s Wowing Bell!
But how could it be?
One was Eastern Region Buddhism, the other Northern Territory’s cult. Even if not inherently opposed, they were at least distinct and separate. Could there be a story between them?
He raised his eyes to view the engravings on the sky-blue giant bell’s surface: “Then this engraving…”
If Guangwen Bell belonged to Buddhism, why would it depict the story of Cangtu Divine Envoy Minhar?
“Oh,” Tu Hu casually remarked, “It was carved after Withering and Flourishing Temple’s demise.”
He spoke too nonchalantly, as if not describing any significant secret.
But the na Withering and Flourishing Temple was indeed too sensitive.
Involved were Qi Country’s deposed Crown Prince, even related to the Qi Xia’s struggle for supremacy.
Inside the courtyard at the main hall entrance of Minhe Temple of Grassland Empire’s Supre Royal Court, hung the Guangwen Bell unexpectedly linked to Withering and Flourishing Temple?
Once the dust of history is brushed away, webs spread throughout the annals of ti. When posterity reminisces on past events, all they see are fragnts and broken images, requiring piece by piece assembly to glimpse the truth.
This difficulty and complexity in assembling is exactly the greatness of ‘History of Chiseling the Sea’.
Yet ‘History of Chiseling the Sea’ has no record of this Guangwen Bell making it difficult for Jiang Wang to speculate.
So what exactly happened between Qi Country, Mugu, Mu Court, and Withering and Flourishing Temple in those days?
Back then, when Divine Envoy Minhar preached in the Central Region, the story seems more complex than imagined. What Guangwen Yexiewu Hall involves appears also beyond public description…
Even the na Guangwen Yexiewu isn’t all that simple.
Minhe Temple main hall commorating Cangtu Religion’s Divine Envoy unexpectedly uses a Guangwen Bell related to Withering and Flourishing Temple for its na.
Just thinking about it makes one realize the countless hidden entanglents within.
How complex history is!
Regarding the complexities in the Long River of history, after experiencing many things, Jiang Wang isn’t as surprised.
What surprises him is why Tu Hu is saying this to him?
He doesn’t believe he is particularly likable, nor does he think Tu Hu has a penchant for being a ntor.
He’s been in Mugu for many days, aside from just arriving at Minhe Temple and the occasional encounter in the Border Wilderness, they’ve never privately interacted. Had it not been for this visit, there wouldn’t have been this exchange.
So why?
A hint? A tacit understanding? An implicit ssage?
Jiang Wang recalled the Emperor Qi’s advice given before departure —
“Bring a pair of ears, a pair of eyes, listen more, look more, report back to what you have heard and seen, and that’s sufficient.”
He sighed: “I’m indeed lacking in knowledge. What ‘Three Hearsay and Three Buddha’s Beliefs’, I’ve never even heard of.”
“Oh?” Tu Hu’s deep eyes glanced over: “Aren’t you a disciple of Xuankong Monastery’s Master Ku Jue?”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang’s first thought was—how remarkable that Cangtu Religion’s golden crown priest, a real authority in Mugu, Tu Hu, knows the na Ku Jue. The yellow-faced old monk would surely be delighted to hear this.
Bear in mind that even within Xuankong Monastery Buddhism’s land, few recognize Ku Jue, let alone respectfully call him “Master.”
He rely said, “Master Ku Jue indeed treats very well, but I haven’t sought to enter the Empty Gate.”
“True as well.” Tu Hu nodded: “State chanisms embody the grand flow of Human Dao, more aligned with the great trends than any sect.”
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