"I have seen countless countries. The political system can be roughly divided into one-person government, minority government and majority government. In addition to hereditary inheritance, the country's inheritance model can also select talented people to serve as leaders of the country through elections...
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Jing Xinghuai listened with great interest at first. The customs and politics of many countries made him feel fresh. But by the end of listening, his brain was a little weak. In the end, he was almost left with a mechanical memory. The world described by the other party
It's weird and outrageous, but there are many explanations that can be justified.
Especially the method of election is quite reminiscent of the abdication of the ancient kings.
It's just that he can't understand many of the principles here. Countless terms that he seems to understand but not understand impact his worldview over and over again.
Suddenly, Jing Xinghuai woke up from his dream, his body wet with sweat, and the night wind blew in through the leaky window, making his whole body chilly.
The sound of snoring in the next room could be faintly heard in his ears, and he slowly came back to his senses.
It turns out that I just realized a dream.
However, he only recalled it briefly, and everything in the dream just now was extremely clear and deeply engraved in his memory.
Not a word of that glorious and vast world, those strange and bizarre countries, is missing.
"Well God, Huang'ao Village Well God..."
"It's strange. Could it be that my old eyesight is dim? Why has his fate changed so much?" In the market far away in the underground river, the old clam opened two shells and looked into the distance with a puzzled face.
It would be a huge embarrassment if someone discovered it was a parallel import.
He and Jing Xinghuai talked about the evolution of political systems, but he did it incidentally. If Jing Xinghuai can use this knowledge that transcends the times to write some far-sighted policies, it would be best to use this to rise to the top and become a general.
, then Qiu Ping became prosperous.
When he thought of this, Qiu Ping felt infinite longing in his heart.
However, Qiu Ping has not thought so far yet.
Just as he was thinking, a child's voice appeared in his mind.
This has caused a very serious consequence. Those families that are prominent in the mortal world and still have blessings in the underworld will expand from generation to generation and become powerful families or even powerful families that dominate one area.
He was afraid that he would forget it.
Although Shinto has a long history, it still needs to recruit talents. These spiritual officials are the reserves of the gods.
Because he had acquired so much knowledge inexplicably and was extremely excited, he had no intention of sleeping, so he took out the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and oil lamp from the book box, and by the dim light, copied everything in his memory.
Just when Jing Xinghuai couldn't sleep all night, Qiu Ping had already started... paddling in the ancient well.
"You can do it cheaply."
"Although we are a loach, we must be a very, very fierce loach!"
The so-called spiritual officials are just like the Jinshi of the imperial court.
In fact, the implementation of the "Spiritual Official System" was due to the desire of some Shinto bigwigs to promote Shinto reform.
By then, even if Qiu Ping cannot be in the forefront, he will definitely be higher than the Qipin County City God.
However, the starting point for a spiritual official to enter the Shinto is much higher than that of Qiu Ping. He is at least an eighth-level judge, and the higher ones can even directly enter the seventh-level city god or pass through the sixth-level judge.
"Did someone get involved in this matter?" Old Ben Jing had some bad premonitions in his heart.
Many great gods are deeply aware of this problem, but now there are gods from aristocratic families sitting in high positions. If the law is forcibly changed, it may cause turmoil in Shinto.
After all, he is just a small god from the ninth level, and his strength is indeed limited. Today, Tuomeng almost failed to last the entire game.
Not to mention anything else, just maintaining the grand fairyland scene completely occupied his CPU.
Immediately, he opened his mouth and inhaled, and all the houses, streets and some creatures in the market were sucked into his belly like a piece of kneaded paper. His shell flapped like a dancing bird. The butterfly leaves quickly.
"Could it be that...the City God noticed something?" He was the first to suspect the City God of Changning County. In the entire county, this god was the only one qualified to influence any changes in the chess game.
What Jing Shen Nian and he heard was a bit shocking, but it seemed to contain some truth. What a pity it would be if others couldn't know it, and if they couldn't turn it into their lifelong ambitions.
Jing Xinghuai is the "seed" designated by the big guys, and he will become a spiritual official in the future, but now it is confusing and everything is unclear.
Senior officials of the imperial court have the power to upgrade land to a higher grade, up to the fifth grade.
If thousands of years pass, wouldn't it mean that even Shinto will be monopolized by those aristocratic families?
He suddenly remembered the name of that god. A lot of the knowledge in his mind must have been given to him by the Well God.
"Crash."
"Thank you to the well god." Jing Xinghuai was overjoyed and bowed his head to the bottom again.
Qiu Ping felt infinite pride in his heart.
But he didn't know that this knowledge might bring people not only great success, but more likely it would cause a backlash in the world and lead to death without a burial place.
As the source of all this, as the butterfly fanning the storm, what consequences will he bear in the future?
"It's just that I don't know if these contents can be made public..." Jing Xinghuai murmured to himself.
He lay on his back in the ancient well, his two small fins moving feebly. It took a lot of energy for him to dream this time.
There was no other way, so the gods had to introduce the "Spiritual Official System" first. All the spiritual officials were from poor families or farmers, and were much easier to control than those from aristocratic families.
Not only that, those families took advantage of the monopoly, and their descendants continued to serve as high-ranking officials in the court, and after death, they became Shinto priests.
In the past, many righteous gods were directly appointed after the death of important ministers of the imperial court. But most of those important ministers had families behind them. Even if the Shinto was fair, there was no guarantee that those gods would protect future generations.
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He looked at the small world at the mouth of the well, and secretly swore in his heart that one day, he would jump out of here. From now on, the stubborn city god would never dare to order him to do a bunch of dirty work again.
"I just hope that you, a talented scholar, will remember our good deeds in the future, and we will also enjoy the blessings." Qiu Ping's tail flapped twice in the water, and he looked up at the sky at the mouth of the well.
However, he was overthinking this. Qiu Ping used his divine power to impart this knowledge to him. Even after decades, this knowledge would be difficult to forget.
Although just Jing Xinghuai is nothing, Changning County is his place of supervision after all, and if something happens, he will not be able to escape responsibility.
"Crackling."
After he left, a bunch of little monsters fell to the ground, causing them to lose their heads.
All the spirits looked around blankly. They were not shopping at the underwater market.