After much deliberation, Li Chun finally handed the pen into the hands of a group of undersea octopuses.
Moreover, it is bound to its owner with a binding talisman, which is an octopus. When one octopus dies, it will fly to the hands of the next one.
The Spring and Autumn Pen, as long as it is waved, will automatically write the truth, and giant characters will appear in the sky for people to see.
And octopuses will definitely not modify it intentionally.
They have strong vitality, so much fishing has not made them extinct, but they are spread all over the ocean.
The reason is that they have the habit of drilling into holes when they see them, and can hide in the crevices of seafloor rocks, thus avoiding the most terrifying threat of the "extreme filter membrane" in the future.
Although fishermen used earthen jars to catch them in large numbers two thousand years ago, they still cannot be exterminated.
Crock pots are far from comparable to Juehu filter membranes.
"It's sad that human justice should be presided over by an octopus." Huang Ergou shook his head when he saw this scene.
Li Chun was too lazy to explain much to him and just looked up at the sky.
Not long after, five big characters floated from the sky - "The Death of Marquis Xihuan".
What follows is a piece of history.
Marquis Xihuan was a great general of this dynasty. He was loyal and loving to the people. He lived a simple life. He gave all the extra land to the people and never collected it. Finally, he died of an illness for no apparent reason one night at the age of forty-two.
The royal funeral was solemn, and he was buried with the courtesy of a duke. The prince himself came to express his condolences.
Well, it's the seventy-year-old prince who died just a few years ago.
The great eunuch Gu En said, "Marquis Huan, it's time to drink the medicine. This is a gift from the Holy One, you can't refuse it."
"Oh, the rabbit dies and the dog cooks it, and the bird empties its bow and hides. It is the same in ancient times and now. If I don't drink it, I want to die, and I want to die clearly and openly, just like Yue Wumu." Huan Hou said.
"Oh, when you become the King of Yue, do you want the emperor to have a perfect face? You are disloyal, and you will die if you are unfaithful! Come and serve Huan Hou to drink medicine. If you don't want to be dignified, the Za family will help you to be dignified!"
Marquis Huan died.
Then came the "Death of the Prince", "Northwest Banknote Case", "Southeast Grain Case", "Southwestern Mountain Rebellion"...
One after another, they were all pieces of news that had been omitted in the imperial palace newspapers but were sensational at the same time.
"Damn it, it's dark. There's nothing that's not dark." 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 just muddle along, letting others take the lead while she follows behind to get the glory.
Unless they are so hungry that they cannot walk, they will rise up in large numbers to resist. Even if they are frozen to death, beaten to death, or crushed to death, a large group of people will not be able to resist.
"Let's see and then talk."
Great things have been written, and something new has appeared in the sky.
"Jin's Secret Codex"
The great Confucian Jin Huaicheng said to his eldest son, "There have been great Confucians in my family for generations, and they have learned the roots of Confucianism. The root of Confucianism lies in kneeling."
"Kneel to heaven, kneel to the ground, kneel to the emperor, kneel to parents, kneel to teachers; kneel to Tatars, kneel to southern barbarians, kneel to western barbarians, kneel to eastern barbarians, kneel to northern barbarians..."
His son said, "The first part is easy to explain, but the second part is completely inconsistent with the theory of righteousness."
Cheng said, "Those who uphold righteousness cannot be passed down and can only be famous for a while; those who uphold kneeling will be passed down from generation to generation. Which one do you choose?"
His son said, "Death may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. How can a man live in heaven and earth and die in obscurity? I would rather die for righteousness, gain a temporary reputation, and pass on to future generations, so that my life will not be in vain."
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His eldest son was beaten to death with a stick that night, and he hated the northwest.
The second son received his true message.
If everything in the world is like this, wouldn’t future generations be sad!
…………
Somewhere in the northwest, in the courtyard of Jin's ancestral hall.
"It's over, it's over. From now on, our Jin clan will no longer have a great scholar!" The clan leader of the Jin clan hid his face and looked at the sky, crying bitterly.
The other tribesmen also looked at the sky, their expressions ashen as gray.
"The patriarch is worried. The words in the sky are only temporary. Most of the people are illiterate. Most of the people who are literate are friends with my family. As long as I send someone to tell me about it, how can anyone know about it ten years later?" Jin
The second prince of the family, but the old god was talking.
"The Second Great Grandpa is right, the clan leader doesn't need to worry."
"Also, who is cleaner than whom? Those who are literate and studying, who are not kneeling all the way? What is really dangerous is that the roots of Confucianism and Taoism that we have spent hundreds of years exploring are exposed like this. In the future,
We will have no advantage!" Another wise man in the clan said.
"What I'm talking about is that this sincerity's survival is at stake."
"That's right, if everyone kneels, it means that everyone doesn't kneel. When the strongman comes, he will kill everyone who needs to be killed."
"Oh, it's over, it's over, everyone is kneeling, and the first one to kneel has no value."
"Yes, yes." Everyone in the clan said in unison.
"Hurry up and talk to several other families, let the family branches spread the word of righteousness, and strive to make the common people only know how to be righteous and not know how to kneel down." The wise man in the clan said confidently.
"That's right, wonderful, wonderful!"
"Righteousness is good and wonderful. The more righteous people there are, the more valuable they are."
"Well, branch out into ten branches, change the surname and clan, promote the theory of Haoran's righteousness, and the main branch will keep a low profile." The clan leader finally said.
…………
Three years later, the theory of righteousness became popular.
"The heaven and earth are righteous, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars..."
Everyone can recite the righteous song.
The power of Confucianism and Taoism is deflected.
The theory of kneeling is no longer popular, and fathers, sons, monarchs and ministers have also been defeated.
"If the father is not the father, the son is not the son; if the king is not the king, the minister is not the minister."
"A son can also be a father, and a minister can also be a king."
All kinds of treacherous and unethical ideas are circulated among the people, on the streets, in restaurants, inns, and Goulan...
Especially in the area south of the Yangtze River, strange people are rampant. Men are dressed in colorful clothes, and there are even some who openly run away, lying naked on the streets, proud of their heavenly bodies.
People even regard strange talk as beautiful.
If you were to be a master honestly, no one would think highly of you, and you would be scolded as a sour old man.
"We shouldn't have an emperor! What's the point of an emperor? He eats countless people every year. How can he eat as much as he can do by himself?" 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 still needs to be there, otherwise, the barbarians on the grasslands and plateau will not recognize him."
"Yes, only the emperor and his married daughter have status. Once they get married, there will be ten years of peace. This is the role of the emperor."
"In this case, the emperor should be a clay Bodhisattva. He should worship him at a high level and only come forward when necessary."
"Yes, Mr. Xu is the best, because the prime minister can be replaced at any time and it will not 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 simply unimaginable before.
The existence of the emperor, that is, the Son of Heaven, is a matter of course.
Who dares to talk about not having an emperor, or letting the emperor be a puppet?
"The emperor must also be replaced. If the emperor goes against integrity, he must be replaced."
"Yes, in this way, the world will no longer have to worry about the emergence of stupid kings and tyrants. There will only be confusion and violence. But if the prime minister can be changed, the world will be able to have long-term peace and stability."
Following the discussions among Confucian scholars, new theories appeared and became popular in the world.
Surprisingly, the emperor turned a deaf ear to this.
