After hearing this, Bai Gui stopped thinking for the most part.
A book written by Xianxia in the past life is very good, and the Tao shows the essence of spiritual practice: Thousands of magic spells, infinite avenues, I just want to ask, can you gain immortality?
Cultivation that does not lead to immortality is ultimately in vain.
"Senior Brother Wang, do you know who the Taoist Master is talking to?"
Bai Gui's heart moved. Mr. Zhu's status was not low. He couldn't say that Bai Ding was not in his daily life. Bai Ding couldn't come to the academy to find Mr. Zhu carelessly. Anyone who could make friends with Mr. Zhu and talk to him for such a long time must be someone with a certain social status.
Wang Ruqin is Mr. Zhu's favorite disciple. He has been a disciple since Mr. Zhu founded White Deer Academy, so he has the closest relationship with Mr. Zhu.
"It's Taoist priest Liu Mingcang and his disciple Zhang Zhishun from Zhongnan Mountain, as well as two Taoist priests from Maoshan. I don't know their last names very well. I can only vaguely hear from their conversation that it should be Lin. It should be Lin."
Well, Maoshan is in the same area. I heard there are quite a few people with the surname Lin there..."
Wang Ruqin frowned and thought back.
"Liu Mingcang? Zhang Zhishun?"
"It must be!"
Bai Gui's heart skipped a beat. Few people knew about Taoist Zhang's master. However, his apprentice, Taoist Zhang, had become immortalized in modern times. He was in school at the time, and the news spread wildly among the school community. When he became immortal, a strange and strange phenomenon appeared in the sky.
While he was talking, a burst of conversation came from the direction of the back house.
He turned around and saw four Taoists coming out together with Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu was chatting happily with an old Taoist priest who was obviously dressed as Quanzhen, but when the old Taoist priest smiled, there was an imperceptible hint of sadness.
"Don't worry, Daochang Liu. This matter is related to the welfare of the people of the world. I will definitely jointly sign a letter to the Qin Province gentry and request the imperial court to release the craftsmen who built the mausoleum..."
Mr. Zhu's eyes were firm, even though he knew that this matter was not easy to accomplish.
The Empress Dowager of the West and Emperor Guangxu died at the same time, and the construction of the mausoleum required more than ten thousand people to do corvee work. According to custom, these craftsmen who were requisitioned would be executed after completing the construction of the mausoleum, in order to prevent the royal mausoleum from being destroyed.
Stolen.
The southern provinces have already learned about the death of the Queen Mother of the West and Emperor Guangxu through telegrams, but the news in Qin Province is blocked and it is far away from the capital, so it is slow to know the news. In addition, Zishui County is also a place where news is blocked. After this back and forth, the world knows about the emperor and the empress.
The huge news of his death has not reached Zishui County even half a month later. (There is a delay in announcing the funeral secretly.)
"How can I cherish this life? I just don't want the people to suffer." Taoist priests Liu and Lin said with bitterness. As well-known Taoist priests, one in the north and the other in the south, they were also ordered to supervise the construction of the mausoleum of the Queen Mother of the West.
Once you leave, you will never come back.
They are old and they will die when they die, but the people who built the tombs are all strong men, so how can they bear it?
The students at White Deer College were also talking about it. They never expected that the Queen Mother of the West, who had ruled the Qing Dynasty for more than fifty years, and Emperor Guangxu, who was imprisoned in Yingtai, died just like this, and they happened to be one day apart.
When Bai Gui saw this scene, he did not rush forward and asked the Taoist Master to teach me the Taoism. This was inappropriate.
Daochang Liu obviously already has a favorite disciple and will not pass him on.
Even Taoist Master Lin couldn't speak.
What's more, he is now Mr. Zhu's disciple and is studying scriptures. How can he come forward and say that I have passed the world and want to practice Taoism? Not to mention the issue of confiscation. The problem is that now it is obvious that the two Taoist priests cannot protect themselves.
I also asked Mr. Zhu to join the gentry in requesting pardon for the craftsmen who built the mausoleum...
"By the way, I remember that when the Manchus entered the country, Taoist priests were also required to shave their heads to change their clothes. It was not until Zhang Tianshi and Taoist Wang Changyue tried their best to persuade Shunzhi that they were spared the subsequent shaving..."
Bai Gui sighed.
Even if there is a path to immortality in this world, the most powerful Taoist priest may not be able to pass it.
"It's better to study first. Now that I have this relationship with you, I will ask Taoist Zhang for advice after I get the honors. If you don't believe me, he won't teach me the secret."
Bai Gui shook his head, returned to the study room, and continued to study hard.
After gaining fame and a basic background, he would no longer be so ridiculous when he said that he wanted to join the Taoism. However, his family has not yet "become out of poverty".
Taoism is not that easy to cultivate.
He has been studying the Four Books and Five Classics for so long. It would be foolish to waste this good time.
…
Five days later.
Mr. Zhu jointly signed a petition with the gentry of Qin Province, a total of more than 300 scholars and more than 20 civil servants, to propose to the governor, requesting the governor to report to the new emperor and pardon the craftsmen after the construction of the mausoleum is completed.
"Today, the world is tired. The foreign barbarians are bullying our huge country, and the Gaimo court is following the old ways. We heard that the Emperor of Japan and King Yingji were kind and loving to the people. Building tombs was only a waste of people's lives and slaughtered the people, and the world was angry...
…”
"I have heard that the King of England, King of Germany and other countries who died and built mausoleums are like the system of our dynasty. Please think twice and allow it to be abolished!"
Thousands of words of advice were sent to the governor's Yamen.
This incident caused quite a stir in Qin Province.
"Brother Mengzhou is confused!"
"How can you ruin your great future just because of those common people!"
When the county magistrate heard about this, he hurried to Bailu Academy and asked Mr. Zhu to make amends now. It was not too late. As long as he dismissed the advice, it would be no big deal. But Mr. Zhu just smiled, drank a sip of tea, and continued
Chat with the ancient magistrate.
The ancient county magistrate sighed one after another and returned to the Yamen. The next day he stayed in the Yamen, saying that he was ill.
Likewise, under the commotion of this matter.
The county examination in Zishui County also started at the end of February. A few days ago, the county issued an announcement and scheduled the county examination one month later, on February 23rd.
Candidates who take the exam must go to the government office ceremony room to submit their name within seven days, write down the candidate’s three-generation resume, and find a scholar as a guarantor.
White Deer Academy has no shortage of talents, and the insurance policy has been completed early.
There are two types of guarantees, one is called the five-child mutual policy, which is written by five people who are taking the exam at the same time. The other is called the recognizance policy, which is guaranteed by local residents. The former kind of policy has higher risks.
If something happens to one person, five people will sit together.
Just like the college entrance examination, taking the exam in different places is not supported.
"This county examination must be risky. If you go, my dear brother, you will definitely be dismissed or find a reason to be charged."
Several classmates in the same village were a little worried. They all knew that Mr. Zhu could be said to have offended the magistrate of Zishui County. Once this matter came out, the magistrate of Zishui County could not bear the blame. He failed to manage Mr. Zhu well, which resulted in
There was a sensation in Qin Province.
"Do you think something is wrong now, sir?"
Bai Gui casually analyzed: "The memorial was submitted in mid-January. It stands to reason that it has arrived in Yanjing a long time ago. It has not been charged yet. It must have been detained by the governor of Qin Province himself. Although there are secret memorials from various places, no one wants to give it at this juncture.
Looking for trouble yourself..."
During the Kangxi period, in order to strengthen the control over officials, people who were close to officials were authorized to report secretly. After Yongzheng, this practice was expanded.
However, although the secret report can control the country and strengthen the monarch's power, the power struggle above is not over yet, and no one wants to go to war at this juncture.
Of course, he was confident that he could take the exam, and he had already known the test questions of the county exam. He didn't believe that the ancient county magistrate could really let him withdraw from the exam.
in addition……
There are recent rumors in Zishui County that a white pheasant was born in Bailu Village.
This is auspicious!
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, that is, a few decades ago, a white pheasant was captured in Wuwei Mountain. The scholar Wang Quan specially wrote an article called "The Story of the White Pheasant". The text is: "The Qing Dynasty has received the destiny for two hundred years. The emperor has been more frugal, and blessings have come."
The auspiciousness of the hairy grass and trees fills the mountains and marshes, and farmers pass by without hearing it. At the right time, the white stalls were collected in the Wuwei Mountain of Fuqiang. The mountain man Wang Quan caressed him and said sadly: Ouch, white pheasant, tribute to Zhou, singing
It is such an honor to be in the Han Dynasty, to write in history, and to write music in music. Now the saint is here..."
