"Under the protection of Buddha! My old friend, though oceans apart, we are as close as neighbors. Today we say our goodbyes, as I journey to the Ming Dynasty for trade. Our next eting will be next year!"
"Eh? This verse, I feel I’ve heard it sowhere?... Under the protection of the Chief Divine! Sen, I wish you all the best on your journey ho and hope you successfully reach the Great Ming Alliance, opening the trade route there!"
"Well then! If nothing changes in Omi and the Sect... In May this year, Zou Jirou will take full responsibility and lead the fleet and a batch of goods for trade. October will be the sa, though the cargo will be less than when I oversee personally..."
"Alright! I will leave manpower behind to liaise with him at that ti! Transport more rice, grains, salt, and iron over... Juehui, about the Shogunate’s official position you promised earlier?..."
"Amitabha! With the benefactor’s generous gift... Just wait for the old monk to return to Omi, it will take at most three to four months, or as little as two months for the Shogunate’s appointnt to be processed! Additionally, with the old monk’s skills and status, in the upcoming trade, I can also help collect more goods, whether it be craftsman or gunpowder..."
"Under the protection of the Chief Divine! Very well, it’s settled then! When you bring that ’enfeoffnt docunt’, we will give you the remaining three hundred catties of gold! And if you can bring craftsn and gunpowder, we’ll offer a sufficient price, you and Sen can negotiate the profit sharing..."
"Amitabha! Good! Very good!..."
The ship sails like the wind, coming and going through wind and snow. Mori no Kiyoshi only stayed at the Beiyu Port for three days, completing the trade and ransom, and agreed on subsequent trade. Then he took the freed Great Monk Juehui, along with a dozen ransod monk soldier leaders and seven hundred catties of gold obtained through Kingdom trade, and embarked on the journey back to Omi.
This ti, in the ’ransom trade’, the Tiantai Sect used the Shiba bloodline, three ships of rice, salt, gunpowder, and ironware to exchange for the Kingdom’s Great Monk Juehui and a new batch of gold. The Ocean Shielding Ship’s old affairs are written off, and the interests of the Tiantai Sect, the rice house, and the ’Golden Clan’ have risen to unprecedented new heights!
In the coming May, there will be another batch of rice and salt trade. Then, the large Kingdom Fleet will transport a portion of grains and salt to the Kamchatka Ice Snow Peninsula, exchanging for the tribespeople of the Thousand Mountain Tribe to journey south to join the Kingdom Port. Once these are settled, Loshanda will transport important Japanese Craftsn, cattle, horses, chickens, and ducks, and sail eastwards in sumr, crossing the Divine Initiation Archipelago. And Zuwaro will head west to trade horses with the ’Forest Tribes’, gather the Jurchen Tribe, then return to Kutadai Island.
The Kingdom’s golden wealth, Japanese grain craftsn, Northeast Asia’s horses and tribes, are in this yearly-cycle trade, continually circulating and growing. Maoshili Island and Kutadai Peninsula, like the initial center of the storm, accumulate the power to change the old and new worlds. And silently, the internal situation of Japan, with the influx of two thousand catties of New Continent gold, has initially shifted, becoming different from history.
"Woosh woosh!..."
The cold wind of the North Sea blows across the stern, piercing through the empty Japanese Ship, and then blowing to the southward bow. At the bow, the robes of two people in monk robes flutter wildly, as if ready to fly into the sea at any mont. The two remain expressionless, simultaneously gazing at the Southern Sea. The downwind southward speed is extrely fast, with Tsugaru Strait now clearly in sight. The Victory Mountain Manor of the Kaozaki Family has long vanished beyond the sea horizon during the fleet’s discreet sail, like the abandoned sky.
"Juehui, are you really confident of clearing last year’s account ss within the Sect?..."
"Junior Brother Sen, rest assured. As long as I’m around, the accounts can be cleared!"
Master Juehui displayed a cold smile, demonstrating the high superiority of the Temple Monk, devoid of the appeasing gestures shown while in captivity at the Shandan Camp. It’s like the low water returning to its high place, ti reversing backward. At this mont, he is no longer a ’captured’ at the rcy of life and death by the Shandan People, but one of the most honorable dozens within the Tiantai Sect, presiding over a ’Monk Master’ of an Omi Grand Temple!
"Juehui, five hundred monk soldiers, ten customs ships, that’s not a negligible number! If your senior brothers expose it, affecting my Miao Courtyard and rice house..."
"Junior Brother Sen, in terms of seniority, you should call ’Senior Brother’! Though I stumbled this ti, now that I’ve brought back gold, there’s much more that can be done... Amitabha! Spending gold from your end and mine, how could it be the sa? You spend like a rchant, I spend like a noble. Haha! My share of gold, when spent in a noble’s hand, can achieve tenfold effect!..."
Master Juehui raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at the silent Mori no Kiyoshi, and once again beca gentle and amiable.
"Amitabha! Junior Brother Sen, you’re fixated!... Do those nobles above honestly care about the losses below? Do their ears truly hear the truth? Do their daily concerns honestly involve the survival below?..."
"Conditioned origin, emptiness by nature, and compounded conditions. To put it bluntly, everything above is nothing but factional struggle for power and gain. If my faction doesn’t abandon , others can’t finish with a single blow... everyone turns a blind eye, won’t truly draw knives. After all, I am the descendant of the Superior... as long as I’m around, with money in hand, what difficulty is there in clearing accounts?"
"Junior Brother Sen, ultimately you are less experienced... I was always above, whereas you, Junior Brother, have yet to ascend above!..."
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