Mystery Makes Me Strong

After much deliberation, Li Chun finally handed over the pen to a group of underwater octopuses.

Moreover, its owner is bound with a binding talisman, which is an octopus. When one dies, it will fly to the next one.

As long as the Chunqiu pen is waved, it will automatically write the truth, and giant characters will appear in the sky for people to see.

And the octopuses will definitely not modify it on purpose.

They have strong vitality, so much fishing did not make them extinct, but spread all over the ocean.

The reason is that they have the habit of drilling when they see a hole, and can hide in the crevices of rocks on the seabed, which avoids the threat of the most terrifying "extinct filter membrane" in the future.

Although fishermen used earthen pots to catch a large number of them two thousand years ago, they still cannot be extinct.

Crock pots are far from being comparable to Juehu filter membranes.

"It's sad, human justice should be presided over by an octopus." After seeing this scene, Huang Ergou shook his head.

Li Chun didn't bother to explain much to him, he just looked up at the sky.

Not long after, five large characters floated from the sky - "Death of Marquis Xihuan".

Here is a history.

Marquis Xihuan was a great general in this dynasty. He was loyal and loving to the people, and lived a simple life. He distributed all the surplus land to the people and never collected it. In the end, he died of an unexplained illness one night at the age of forty-two.

The royal funeral was solemn, and the prince was buried with the ceremony of the prince, and the prince came to express his condolences.

Well, it was the 70-year-old prince who had just died a few years ago.

The eunuch Gu En said: "Huanhou, it's time to drink the medicine. This is a gift from the Holy One, you can't refuse it."

"Heh, the rabbit is dead and the dog is cooked, the bird is gone and the bow is hidden. It is the same in ancient and modern times. If I don't drink it, I will die. I will die clearly and aboveboard, just like Yue Wumu." Huanhou said.

"Oh, you are the king of Yue, do you want the emperor to finish his face? You are disloyal, and you deserve to die if you are disloyal! Come here and serve Huanhou to drink medicine. If you don't want to be decent, the miscellaneous family will help you to be decent!"

Huan Hou died.

Then came "The Death of the Prince", "Northwest Banknote Case", "Southeast Grain Case", "Southwest Mountain Rebellion"...

One after another, they were all news that had been skipped in the imperial palace's newspaper, but they were sensational news.

"Damn, black, there is nothing that is not black." Huang Ergou said bitterly.

"It's useless, what's the use of just breaking the news?" Su Xiaodan dismissed it.

She has lived in the palace for these days, and she understands very well that people at the bottom are muddling along, letting others stand out, and she follows behind to enjoy the glory.

Unless it is a place where you are too hungry, you will rebel on a large scale. Frozen to death, beaten to death, or crushed to death cannot make a large group of people resist.

"Let's see."

Great things have been written, and new things have appeared in the sky.

"Secret Edition of the Jin Family":

The great Confucian Jin Huaicheng said to his eldest son: "My family has had great Confucianism for generations, and it is the root of learning Confucianism and Taoism. The root of Confucianism and Taoism lies in kneeling."

"Kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, kneel to the emperor, kneel to parents, kneel to teachers; kneel to Tartars, kneel to Nanyi, kneel to Xiyi, kneel to Dongyi, kneel to Beiyi..."

His son said: "The former is easy to say, but the latter is far from consistent with the theory of righteousness."

Cheng said: "Those who uphold righteousness cannot be passed on, they can only be famous for a while; those who kneel down are from generation to generation. Which one do you choose?"

His son said: "The death of a human being may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather; a man lives between heaven and earth, how can he die in obscurity? I would rather die for righteousness, get a temporary name, and pass it down to future generations, so that this life is not in vain. also."

His eldest son was beaten to death with a stick that night, and he hated the northwest.

The second son learned the truth.

The world is like this, future generations are not sad!

…………

Somewhere in the northwest, in the courtyard of the Jin Clan's Ancestral Hall.

"It's over, it's over, from now on, there will be no great Confucianism in my Jin clan!" The patriarch of the Jin clan covered his face and looked at the sky, weeping bitterly.

The other clansmen were also looking at the sky with ashen faces.

"The patriarch is worried too much. The writing in the sky is only for a while. Most of the people are illiterate. Most of the literate people are good friends of my family. As long as we send someone to talk about it, how can anyone know about it ten years later?" Jin It is the old god who is talking about the second grandpa of the family.

"What the second great-grandfather said is true, the patriarch need not worry."

"That's right, who is cleaner than whom? Those who can read and read, who didn't kneel all the way up, the real danger is the root of Confucianism and Taoism that we have spent hundreds of years groping for, and it is exposed like this. We have no advantage!" said another wise man in the clan.

"It is said that this is a matter of life and death."

"That's right, everyone kneels, which means that everyone doesn't kneel. If the strongman comes, he should be killed."

"Oh, it's over, it's over, everyone kneels, and the first one to kneel is worthless."

"Yes, yes." Everyone in the clan said in unison.

"Hurry up and talk to the other families, let the family branch spread the word of righteousness as soon as possible, and try to let the common people only know righteousness, but don't know how to kneel." The wise man in the clan said with confidence.

"That's right, wonderful, wonderful!"

"The theory of righteousness is good and wonderful. The more righteous people there are, the more precious those who kneel will be."

"Well, split into ten branches, change surnames and sects, and promote righteousness, while the main branch acts in a low-key manner." The patriarch finally said.

…………

Three years later, the theory of righteousness became popular.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. The bottom is the river and the mountains, and the top is the sun and stars..."

Everyone can recite righteous songs.

The power of Confucianism and Taoism is deflected.

Kneeling is no longer popular, and fathers and sons, monarchs and ministers have also been broken down.

"A father is not a father, a son is not a son; a king is not a king, and a minister is not a minister."

"A son can also be a father, and a minister can also be a king."

All kinds of rebellious ideas are spread among the people, in the fields, in restaurants, inns, and in Goulan...

Especially in the south of the Yangtze River, strange people are rampant. Men are dressed in colorful clothes, and there are even those who openly run around, lying naked on the street, proud of their celestial bodies.

People are even more beautiful in strange talks.

If you are an honest teacher, no one will think highly of you, and you will be scolded as a sour scholar.

"We shouldn't have an emperor! What is an emperor? Every year he eats countless people's fat and people's ointment. Can he eat as much as he can do alone?" a Confucian scholar cursed.

"That's right, brother Liu, there shouldn't be such an emperor. The world should be ruled by scholars."

"No, the emperor has to have it, otherwise, barbarians in the grassland and plateau will not recognize it."

"That's right, the emperor and his own daughter have status and status. One marriage, ten years of peace, this is the role of the emperor."

"Since this is the case, the emperor should be a clay bodhisattva. He usually worships it high and only shows up when he has something to do."

"That's right, Mr. Xu is the best, because the Prime Minister can be changed at any time, and it won't affect too much government affairs. The emperor will bleed every time he changes."

Confucian scholars began to discuss the role of the emperor.

This was unimaginable before.

The existence of the emperor, that is the son of heaven, is justified.

Who dares to argue that there is no emperor, or let the emperor be a puppet?

"The emperor also needs to be replaced. If the emperor violates righteousness, he must be replaced."

"Yes, in this way, the world will no longer have to worry about the emergence of stupid and tyrants, but will only appear in tyrants. But if the prime minister can be changed, the world will be able to enjoy long-term peace and stability."

Following the discussion of Confucian scholars, new theories emerged and became popular in the world.

Surprisingly, the emperor turned a deaf ear to this.