[Comprehensive History] Clothes are all over the world

The original route planned by Mu Bai and others was to cross Daba Mountain from Chengdu and enter Hanzhong through the Jinniu Road, the first road of Shu Road in the millennium, and then take the Baoxie Road to cross the Qinling Mountains and enter Meixian County, where they paid homage to the tomb of Bai Qi, the first brave general of the Qin Dynasty. Then go east all the way into Chang'an.

But with Mr. Luo in their company, their travel route has not changed, but their pace has slowed down a lot, especially when they newly entered Hanzhong.

Hanzhong is sandwiched between the two mountains of Qinba and Qinba. As the intersection of the two Shu roads, Hanzhong is extremely rich in commercial resources.

Moreover, the local climate is humid and the soil is fertile. It is still a large granary, with grain and trade. The land of Hanzhong is naturally extremely rich.

If Mubai and the others were allowed to come here by themselves, they would probably only spend a day here, sleep well in the stable plains, and then buy some local specialties and leather, in preparation for the official entry into the northern region, but now Luo It's different with Mr.

"Hanzhong is the origin of the Han people." Mr. Luo was wearing a dilapidated fur coat, looking at the arches and pavilions in front of him, his face was filled with the excitement of believers coming to the Holy Land of Chaos, "This is also the place where Marquis Wu's clothes and crowns are buried. where."

"What is the Clothes Tomb?" Mu Wen looked at the archway in front of him and the small house behind him, and couldn't help asking his elder brother who was sitting behind him.

"The Clothes Tomb is to use the clothes and accessories of the dead to replace the dead for burial," Mu Bai stuffed back Mu Xiaowen's little paws that had been poked out quietly, and then smoothed out the fur coat to wrap the child up, before hugging him Get off your horse.

"Ah!" Mu Wen gasped, as if to take care of the big fan Robben's mood, he turned his head to Mu Bai's ear, and asked quietly: "Is Marquis Wu's body gone?"

"No!" Although the child's voice was very soft, Robben, who was over half a century old and surprisingly sharp, looked over immediately. Because he knew that the four people in front of him were all foreigners, he deliberately explained carefully: "The Han people set up a tomb Mostly because the body is no longer there, but there are also places where the deceased made great contributions before, and the local people set up separate commemorations and incense sacrifices out of gratitude."

"The situation in Wuhou's tomb is both, and there is another reason for it." Robben coughed lightly, looking at the [Wuhou Temple] written on the archway, his eyes were full of admiration and reverence: "Mr. Kong Ming lived a clean and simple life, When he died of illness in Wuzhangyuan, he asked Liu Chan, the queen master, to let four strange youths carry his coffin alone, and the place where the rope was broken would be the place where he was buried. So the master found four young and strong Kansai strong men for him, and I found a strong and durable hemp rope, but the four of them walked for three days and three nights, and because they were tired and unwilling to continue, they broke the rope and buried them."

"Fearing that they would be punished by the queen master, the four escaped into the countryside. Since then, no one has known where the tomb of Marquis Wu is. That’s why a tomb was erected for him beside Dingjun Mountain, with the mountain as the grave and the stone as the tomb.”

"Hiss!" The young people gasped after hearing the legendary story, hey, wait, why is the gasp echoing so loudly?Mu Bai and the others hurriedly turned their heads to look, and found that the five of them were surrounded by tourists passing by without knowing it.

Among them was a beleaguered old man who wept with the support of his family: "How could this happen to Marquis Wu... These four people should be killed, they should be killed!"

In traditional Chinese culture, death without a burial place is the worst result, which means that future generations cannot find the location of their bones, and naturally there will be no burials and sacrifices.

Even after the baptism and appeal of the thin burial culture for more than a thousand years, people still have a whole set of lengthy rituals before burial, not to mention the era in which Zhuge Liang lived, which paid attention to death as life.

If there is only one thin coffin to go to the ground, wouldn't it mean that after death, people would not even have food to eat, and would they not be able to receive sacrificial incense?If ordinary people make people regret and sympathize, it is even more unacceptable for Zhuge Liang's fans to end up like this based on Zhuge Kongming's achievements.

Unexpectedly, Luo Ben shook his head when he saw this, and said: "If you say that, you don't understand the minister, and the minister has no plans, how could you not think of this?"

"You guys might as well think about it, since we want to find the burial place at random, why is it not being dragged by oxen and carts, but why is the husband unlucky? And you also specifically name strangers?" Robben stood with his hands in his sleeves, his neatly trimmed goatee fluttering in the wind , inexplicably has a bit of dusty temperament of an outsider,

Seeing the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, he continued: "When the coffin is heavy and the manpower is exhausted, the strength of four people will not be able to go too far. To ask for a stranger by name is to find someone who has no favor for him, and to ask someone to do it for him alone. Sending off is to give the four of them a space to discuss."

The middle-aged scribe let out a long sigh, his brows filled with admiration and admiration: "Marquis Wu has clearly read people's hearts and calculated the result. The result of being buried in an unknown place is exactly what he wants."

After what he said, the expressions of several spectators relaxed, but at this moment, Mu Xiaowen, who was wrapped like a ball, reluctantly raised his little hand obliquely: "Grandpa Luo , then why is Mr. Kong Ming unwilling to let others know where he is buried?"

"That's right, if you don't know where he was buried, don't future generations know how to pay homage to him?"

"If you just need to mention the master in order to prevent the future generations from being extravagant and wasteful, will the future generations go against his intention?"

Discussions erupted in the crowd. At this moment, the crowd around Mu Bai was several percentage points higher than before. There were so many people that the four young people surrounded by the crowd felt a little hot.

Robben, who was watched by so many people, showed a smile. He turned around and cupped his hands at the tomb of Marquis Wu, and then turned around again: "I really can't understand the meaning of the prime minister with my stupidity, so I can only say a few words for the time being." Possibly, everyone can relieve their boredom when they hear it.”

"One, I'm guessing that the prime minister is really worried that the queen will bury him generously. The prime minister has dedicated himself to being a minister of meritorious service to both the great man and the land of Shu. At that time, the accumulation of pennies will inevitably go against his wishes."

"Both, the Prime Minister may have also guessed that the Shu Han will have no successors. Once he dies, the day when the Han will perish is not far away. He has plotted against Cao Wei in every possible way before, and it is inevitable that someone will avenge his personal revenge. It is not as quiet as a thin coffin."

"As for these three..." Robben showed a smile: "The prime minister also set an example and told us that instead of focusing on things after death, it is better to do things well in life."

As he said, he pointed to the Wuhou Temple with a history of more than a thousand years behind him. It has been repaired and expanded in successive dynasties. , a tomb, and a green hill, the temples, sacrifices, and archways we see today are all built by future generations."

"On the contrary, if it is Zhao Gao Dong Zhuo and his like, even if their tomb is covered with splendor and splendor, no one will visit it, not to mention covering it, it would be good if they don't tear it down."

"And no matter how rich the accompanying burial is, let's not talk about it, let's talk about the tomb of Emperor Qin in Lishan Mountain across the mountain, and the original Mausoleum of Emperor Wu in Xianyang, which one has not been stolen? But do you think someone has come to steal the tomb of Kong Ming? In the past, when General Cao Wei entered Shu, didn’t he come here to dismount and pay homage?”

The onlookers were curious when they heard the words, so Robben stood with his hands behind his back, vividly describing Wei Guo’s conquering the west general Zhong Hui personally worshiped Zhuge Liang’s tomb when he attacked Shu, and ordered his subordinates not to cut firewood and set up camp here so as not to disturb Mr. Kong Ming’s peace said.

Most of the people who paid homage here were people who knew something about that period of history, and some businessmen came to join in the fun when they passed by, so they didn't know the situation. What he said immediately made the atmosphere of the scene lively. The unofficial gossip or official history jokes that I know are shared.The atmosphere was extremely warm for a while.

Mu Wen, who was squeezed into the crowd, couldn't stand it anymore. Even if Mu Bai picked him up, he was still submerged in the sea of ​​people with the height of two children. The body temperature is getting higher and higher, this temperature is too hot for two children who have practiced martial arts since childhood!

The two children squeezed out of the crowd with all their strength, far away from the passionate Kong Ming fans, and then exhaled in unison.

Mu Wen decently wiped the fine sweat from his elder brother's forehead, and then wiped his own: "Brother, is Mr. Kong Ming really that powerful?"

Mu Bai shook his head, seeing the bustling crowd gathering more and more, Mu Bai simply dragged his younger brother up the stairs step by step, and walked towards the mausoleum against the flow of people who came out to watch the excitement.

"My brother doesn't know much about this period of history. If Ah Wen is curious, I will find some related history books in the future and we will read together. But I think, after a thousand years, no one has forgotten him, he must be a good person. "

Speaking of this, he was a little annoyed: "I heard that there is a Wuhou Temple and Han Zhaolie Temple in Chengdu, but we missed it."

The four of them were not interested in this story when they passed through Chengdu before. Although they heard the recommendation from the locals, they all rushed all the way to Chang'an to see the splendor of the ancient capital, and now they feel a little regretful.

"It's okay, when we go back, Wen'er can go with brother." Mu Wen smiled and said very thoughtfully.

His well-behaved behavior earned him a loving touch from his elder brother, and Mu Bai knelt down and patted his younger brother's snow-colored robe carefully, and took the child to wash their hands in the living spring at the door.

Mu Wen is very well-behaved, even though the spring water is icy cold, he imitated his elder brother and put his little paws into the water seriously, but he endured it, and he couldn't help asking: "Brother, why do you wash your hands?"

"Brother doesn't know either, but the people in front of me are doing the same thing." Mu Bai looked around to see if there was no one around, and said in a low voice, "We are newcomers, so it's right to learn the actions of others, but Brother thinks It may be a way for the locals to express their respect to Mr. Kong Ming."

Mu Wen seemed to understand, but he stretched out his little hand that was red from the cold and asked his elder brother to dry it for him. Mu Bai felt sorry for his younger brother, and covered the child's paws to his neck until he felt Mu Wen's hand warmed up. He led him into the cemetery again.

As Mr. Luo said, the tomb of Marquis Wu has obvious traces of being stamped by later generations. The bricks of the house have the characteristics of different times. Here it is wonderfully unified.

It’s snowing in Hanzhong today, and the cypresses and ancient pines in the corridor are all stained with snow, which makes the environment more simple and atmospheric. Perhaps they came at just the right time, and there are no outsiders here. Mu Wen took his brother’s hand and went to the inscription. Walking around, I saw that these inscriptions have different fonts, different language, and even foreign visitors.

If the dynasties of these visitors are connected, it is like spanning a long river of history, which makes people sigh.

"Brother, he's really amazing." Mu Wen stretched out his finger, swipe across the names on the inscription, and when he turned his head, his eyes sparkled: "Wen'er also wants to be such a powerful person." !"

Before Mubai could reply, there was an old laugh, and the two brothers quickly turned their heads to see an old man with a broom walking out from behind the inscription. Obviously, this person had been sweeping snow in the forest of steles just now, but the inscription stood tall, and The two brothers of the Mu family were not tall enough, so they didn't see him.

The two brothers hurriedly bowed and saluted, and the old man returned the salute with a broom. Seeing Mu Xiaowen's blushing face just now, the old man smiled and said: "Young boy, don't be shy, I have been building a hut here for a long time to sweep snow, so See a lot."

In other words, Mu Xiaowen's behavior is very common!Mu Wen immediately stopped being shy. He glanced at the back of the old man and the snowflakes that were still falling in the sky, and was a little puzzled: "Old man, it is still snowing, why are you sweeping now? Didn't you just sweep it up again? Has it accumulated?"

"What I'm sweeping is not the snow in front of me, but the snow in the future." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, with a hint of wit in his words: "When the snow is small, you can use a broom to clear it, but when it piles up too much, you can't move it without a shovel. "

Seeing that Mu Wen tilted his head to express his confusion, he pointed to his broom: "Look, my lord, my broom is made of bamboo strips, no matter how big I am when sweeping on weekdays, it doesn't hurt to touch these stone monuments." , although the bamboo is hard, it can't hurt the masonry. But if I wait for the snow to thicken and thicken before using the shovel, then it will be a disaster if there is any bump."

"Then, then you can be more careful." Mu Wen tilted his head a little incomprehensibly, but the old man said with a smile: "No matter how careful you are, you will inevitably be surprised. Like the old man, he will be choked after eating for 60 years. How can we guarantee it?" It won't hurt the stele when you swing the iron weapon."

As he said that, he raised his eyelids, carefully looked at the eyes of the two brothers who were about [-]% similar in appearance, and said with a smile: "There are some things, it can't be delayed, it was cleaned up earlier, although I'm a little tired However, the benefits are infinite, if it is delayed until later, even if you can manage it again, it will inevitably hurt your muscles and bones."

"Oh..." Mu Wen actually still doesn't understand why there are so many complicated arguments for just sweeping the snow, but he still understands the old man's desire to sweep the snow now.

He looked at the large forest of steles, then at the thin figure of the old man, tugged on Mubai's sleeves, and when he saw his elder brother smiling at him, he immediately let go of his little hand and ran to the old man: "Old man, do you have any more?" Another broom? Wen'er and elder brother will help you sweep together, the three of us can always go faster."

"Hahahaha!" The old man laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and touched Mu Wen's little head, his smile was hearty, but his movements were extremely gentle: "No need, the old man's broom is for sweeping snow, your little broom, Use it to sweep more important things."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the two of them again, "Go quickly, there is no one inside now, you can have some private conversations with Marquis Wu."

"Then..." Mu Wen glanced at him with some hesitation, seeing the old man smiling at him, so he bowed to the old man and said, "Are we going in?"

The old man smiled and nodded, watching the child sway and ran back to his elder brother and held his hand, the elder brother also bowed to him from a distance, the two brothers walked through the forest of steles, stepping on the soft snow on the ground so affectionately Walk towards the mound in the distance.

He turned his feet and walked into the forest of steles again, a soft word floated in the air: "It's strange, this generation of Ziweiyuan is really lively."

The bamboo branches brushed the snow without leaving any traces.

The author has something to say: Today is the well-known Kong Ming fan who will tell you about the Kong Ming tomb.

Here I want to say that worshiping Zhuge Liang has existed from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to modern times. It was not the Three Kingdoms that made him popular, and people worshiped Mr. Kong Ming not because of his high IQ, but because of his loyalty and many Confucianism. concept. (←Although there are many Taoist behaviors, he is indeed a Confucian scholar!)

In the case of the death of the first emperor and the mediocrity of the later master, he is still loyal to his plans, and he will die after his death. This is the focus of people's worship.

In the eyes of scholar-bureaucrats, there is really nothing to admire such things as being smart and being exhaustive. People who reach that level are basically smart people, but there are too many people who are mistaken for being smart.Open the record of treacherous officials, there are several people who have never forgotten it, and there are not a few who were good officials when they were young. An official can feel at ease until the moment he closes his eyes. easy.