Chapter 99 Wu Zong: Wake up! Hunting time! (5K requests for subscription!)
"Mr. Yangming, are you checking bamboo again?"
When the sound in the courtyard fell, a figure appeared in the void beside Wang Shouren, it was Ji Boying.
Ji Boying hoped to get a definite answer from Wang Shouren for all his speculations about the Zhengde Dynasty. After all, speculations are just speculations, and the facts need to be proven by those who have experienced them.
This living saint uses his mind to understand everything in the world and has long been enlightened.
However, Ji Boying's words did not attract Wang Shouren's attention.
In fact, Wang Shouren didn't even look at Ji Boying. He still stood straight and stared at the bamboo in front of him without blinking.
‘A saint who can keep his eyes open for so long is indeed a saint.’
Ji Boying is thinking.
'It's just strange. When Wang Yangming first debuted, he was checking bamboo day and night. After Longchang realized the Tao, he should have already mastered the mind. Why is he still checking bamboo? What can this bamboo check?' p>
Ji Boying looked at this piece of Hsinchu, imitating Wang Yangming's example, and stared at it intently for more than ten seconds, but in the end he couldn't see anything.
In this world, the easiest subject to understand is philosophy, and the most difficult to understand subject is philosophy.
At least, Ji Boying asked himself that he was a common man, and he could handle mountains and rivers.
Philosophy, I can’t understand it thoroughly.
‘It seems that I can only use my ultimate move.’
Taking a deep breath, Ji Boying spoke again.
"There is no good or disgusting body, and there are good and evil actions. Knowing good and evil is conscience, and doing good and eliminating evil is observing things."
Ji Boying slowly opened his mouth and read out these four sentences from Yangming.
A moment.
Mr. Wang Yangming, who was trying hard to pick bamboo, suddenly trembled like a thunderbolt, and then began to shake violently.
This scene shocked Ji Boying next to him.
WTF?!
Could this be epilepsy?!
According to historical records, Wang Yangming had bad lungs, not epilepsy!
Just when Ji Boying was hesitating whether to give Wang Yangming some antibiotics, Wang Yangming's body gradually stopped shaking.
Then, he turned around and faced Ji Boying.
Those eyes full of red bloodshot eyes, full of philosophical wisdom, calm but full of excitement, stared at Ji Boying closely.
"There is no good or evil body, there are good and evil actions."
"Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, doing good and eliminating evil is observing things."
He slowly read the four sentences that Ji Boying had just read again.
Wang Yangming took a deep breath and bowed deeply towards Ji Boying.
Since the rebellion of King Ning was put down and after he met Emperor Zhengde, he said that he was ill and returned home. The reason is simple. The political whirlpool has reached its craziest stage and he has no intention of getting involved.
During the period of time when he was recovering from illness, Wang Yangming had been committed to one thing, which was to start typing bamboos in various ways again, striving to condense what he had learned throughout his life into the simplest paragraph.<
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He knew very well that only the simplest and most concise language can popularize the world and enlighten people's hearts.
"Your knowledge far exceeds mine."
While feeling very excited, Wang Yangming also felt a little disappointed.
He originally thought that he was the only one who understood the art of mind learning, but he never expected that there was someone who was ahead of him and condensed this knowledge into such concise words.
Wang Yangming recited it many times in his mind, "There is no good or disgusting body, there are good and bad intentions, knowing good and evil is conscience, doing good and eliminating evil is observing things", and found that he could not change a single word.
Perfect! It’s simply perfect!
Ji Boying roughly guessed what Wang Yangming was thinking from Wang Yangming's eyes, and almost laughed like a pig.
This is your own summary, it would be strange if you could change it.
The year before Wang Yangming passed away, that is, at the age of fifty-six, he finally condensed the Four Sentences of Yangming, which are unparalleled in the world, have been passed down through the ages, and are regarded as the lifelong mantra by countless disciples of Xinxue.
And now Wang Yangming is less than fifty years old.
Ji Boying's move is called saying what Wang Yangming wants to say in the future, leaving Wang Yangming speechless.
"Mr. Yangming, you're welcome."
Ji Boying smiled, thinking that if you, old boy, ignored me at first, you would be heartbroken.
"I came here this time to confirm something with Mr. Yangming."
Before Wang Yangming could say anything to invite him, Ji Boying sat on the stone bench next to the bamboo forest.
For hemorrhoid patients, sitting is more comfortable than standing.
Naturally, Wang Yangming didn't care at all about this. What Xinxue pays attention to is to follow one's heart and act according to one's will.
"Excuse me, Your Excellency."
After Wang Yangming sat down, he didn't care where Ji Boying came from or how he suddenly appeared in his courtyard.
"Drink tea."
Ji Boying slightly touched the edge of the stone table.
In an instant, two cups of hot tea appeared on the stone table.
When Wang Yangming saw the hot tea appearing out of thin air, his eyes narrowed slightly. After being slightly surprised, he picked up the tea with a smile and took a sip.
"Slightly astringent, refreshing fragrance, not bad."
Ji Boying didn't discuss the tea ceremony with Wang Yangming, and he didn't understand it either. He only knew how to drink expensive tea.
"Mr. Yangming, I would like to ask you three things."
"You can answer, or you can choose not to answer."
"The first thing is, how do you feel about being the emperor?"
"The second thing is, what do you think of the cabinet teams?"
"The third thing is, do you think it was accidental that the emperor fell into the water twice?"
Simple and direct, no detours.
There is no need to beat around the bush when discussing matters with Wang Yangming, the originator of mind-learning.
If you have it, you have it, if you don’t have it, you don’t have it.
Regarding Ji Boying's three questions, Wang Yangming smiled slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and answered directly without even having time to think.
"The emperor is intelligent and has great ambitions; he may seem vain, but in fact he has great ambitions."
It’s a short sixteen words that don’t need to be elaborated. To be able to get these sixteen words from Wang Yangming’s mouth is extremely high.
"The ministers in the cabinet have no distinction between power and private affairs."
These eight words directly crushed the civil servants of the Zhengde Dynasty to the ground and scolded them.
"As for the third question."
Wang Yangming stood up and looked at the rising golden sun in the sky.
"Let's see if the Golden Crow rises in the east by chance."
One word.
Ji Boying understood.
Of course it is no accident that the sun rises in the east.
"Thank you, Mr. Yangming, for clarifying my doubts."
When the words fell, Wang Yangming turned around and looked around. The figure sitting opposite him had disappeared.
However, on the stone table, there was a pile of things he had never seen before, which looked like pills.
Unlike Queen Ma, Wang Yangming's lung disease has been extremely clearly documented.
Wang Yangming suffered from chronic tuberculosis at the age of seventeen. Since then, he has been plagued by lung disease throughout his life, especially in summer, and he died of lung disease in the end.
What Ji Boying left for him were some antibiotics and other special medicines for tuberculosis, which were enough to allow Wang Yangming to live for a few more years.
There was also a box of diazepam, which was noted to be taken before death.
This way, at least it won't be so painful.
"Mr. Yangming, those four sentences just now are called the Four Sentences of Yangming by later generations of Xinxue."
"You have also fulfilled your lifelong wish."
Yangming’s wish in his lifetime is to become a saint.
The remaining sound fell in Wang Yangming's ears. Wang Shouren was startled again, and then smiled.
The Taoist mind is stable.
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Shuntian Mansion, Forbidden City.
The Forbidden City is not entirely an imperial palace, but is divided into an imperial city and a palace city, just like the word "Hui".
In the second year of Zhengde, Emperor Wuzong began to build the Leopard Palace on the southwest bank of Taiye Pond in the Xiyuan of the Imperial City. It was not until the seventh year of Zhengde that the Leopard Palace was fully completed. There were more than 200 houses in it and it cost more than 200,000 taels of silver. p>
The so-called leopard room is not simply a house where leopards are raised, nor is it a palace in the general sense where the king travels, but a place where Emperor Wuzong lives and handles government affairs.
Because Wuzong practiced martial arts, there are also building facilities that only exist in military camps such as school grounds.
At this time, the main palace of Leopard House.
In the early morning fog, a slender figure was sitting quietly on the steps of the main palace. From this angle and height, one could see Wenyuan Pavilion in the Forbidden City, where the cabinet was on duty.
"Your Majesty, it's time to drink medicine."
Behind him, a hunched eunuch said.
"I will give you double the amount of money Mr. Yang gave you."
One word.
The eunuch's face suddenly changed, and he fell to his knees on the ground, trembling all over.
Seeing this, Zhu Houzhao smiled.
He frequently changed the eunuchs around him some time ago, but later he discovered that doing so had no effect. Among the eunuchs in the palace, since the eight tigers he trained were killed one by one, there were few who were truly loyal to him.<
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"Step back, I want to be quiet."
The eunuch then retreated on his knees, turned around and walked away quickly, so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Although the emperor is seriously ill and has only a few days to live, even though the emperor's decrees cannot leave the Forbidden City, all decrees come from the cabinet.
But if you want to kill a eunuch like yourself, it is still a matter of words.
The wind is blowing.
The warm spring breeze in the early morning hits my face, making it especially comfortable.
Zhu Houzhao closed his eyes and felt the pure wind blowing on his face, feeling the first warm light in the morning.
His heart has never been as calm as it is now, and it has never been as relaxed as it is now.
From the day he ascended the throne, he has been tossing and turning. Many of his tormenting methods may seem absurd, but in fact they are all a battle of wits with civil servants.
A month ago, he took his last breath and promoted Wang Qiong to Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.
In fact, Zhu Houzhao also knew that this was useless. A minister of the Ministry of Personnel could not defeat the powerful Yang Tinghe, and the facts proved this. In the first year of Jiajing, Wang Qiong was directly sent to the army by Yang Tinghe, but it was Jiajing who captured Wang Qiong later.
Come back.
Now Zhu Houzhao has done everything he can. He knows that he can do nothing more now and can only wait to die. This is also the result that civil servants have been waiting for.
When he opened his eyes again, his expression was startled.
Because there is one more person in front of him.
I glanced around subconsciously and confirmed that this person was indeed conjured out of thin air.
"Are you... God?"
Zhu Houzhao looked at Ji Boying and asked a question that stumped Ji Boying.
As Zhu Houzhao, who is fluent in five foreign languages, he likes to meet foreign friends. Naturally, he has also heard these foreigners describe the appearance of God.
Because Ji Boying's outfit really doesn't look like a Taoist Buddha.
"That's not right. Even if I die, I will still be a ghost from the East. You are from the west, so I shouldn't be under your control."
Zhu Houzhao was asking seriously, after all, it was related to his whereabouts behind his back.
‘Is this kid out of his wits? What’s this?’
Ji Boying frowned slightly and took a closer look at Emperor Wuzong.
After several months of hard work, the originally strong figure has become extremely thin, and the cheekbones are clearly visible, which shows how difficult these few months have been.
His face was dull and dark, and he looked like he was in low spirits.
‘Sequelae of falling into the water.’
These five words pop into my heart.
Of course, this is pure nonsense.
Even with Ji Boying's shallow medical knowledge, he could tell that Zhu Houzhao was poisoned, and most likely it was chronic poisoning.
"Do you know you were poisoned?"
Ji Boying asked a question.
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
Zhu Houzhao asked back.
It can be seen from his eyes that he is very interested in Ji Boying, and his eyes, which have been dull for a long time, are full of new ideas.
The biggest difference between Emperor Zhengde and other emperors of the Ming Dynasty is that he was very receptive to new things and very willing to get in touch with new things. For a dynasty, this often represents aggressiveness and expansion of territory. Having said this, Zhu Houzhao smiled.
He lay back and took a long breath, like a ten-year-old child, looking at the sleepy sky and laughing.
Even if you know that the soup is poisonous, what can you do?
Nothing can be changed.
The emperor did this, and Zhu Houzhao felt very embarrassed.
Zhu Houzhao also tried to refuse to take medicine.
Whether it is the successive moves to expel the eunuchs around him, or the decree to the cabinet requesting the replacement of the imperial doctor, it is all a struggle and a struggle.
It's just that reality gave Zhu Houzhao a loud slap in the face. None of this was of use, even the emperor's words were of no use.
Moreover, this was arranged by Mr. Yang, whom I most admired in my life. As a student, how could I refuse?
‘Mr. Yang, since you like power, then I will give it to you, all of it.’
This is Zhu Houzhao's true heartfelt voice at this moment. It is a spiritual death that is better than physical death. He often thinks of Yang Tinghe's sincere teachings to him when he was still the prince of the East Palace.
Zhu Houzhao wanted to do things, but he was extremely tolerant and caring, and often thought about problems from the perspective of others.
Being affectionate and righteous, for ordinary people, these are qualities.
But for the emperor, this was a weakness that could be exploited.
"Do you want to be a promising king? Do you want to lead the Ming Dynasty to eternal prosperity? Do you want the Ming Dynasty dragon flag to fly in every land in the world?"
Ji Boying looked down at Emperor Wu Zong, who was completely lying down, physically and mentally, waiting to die, and offered a bait that the emperor could not refuse.
Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up instantly as he was lying flat.
However, it suddenly turned gloomy again.
In his opinion, this is already impossible.
"I don't know who you are, but whether you are God or Buddha, I am already dying anyway, so I don't have the energy to care about the prosperity of all eternity."
No matter how ambitious you are, when fate and death come, your ambitions will be wiped out.
"Eat this."
Ji Boying stretched out his hand, and in his palm, under Zhu Houzhao's personal gaze, a snow-white pill appeared in his palm from scratch.
That's right, it's Angong Niuhuang Pill again.
Angong Niuhuang Pills have miraculous effects in reducing fever, but as everyone knows, the effect of Angong Niuhuang Pills lies in the first four words: clearing away heat and detoxifying.
Detoxification is also one of the miraculous effects.
"This is?"
Zhu Houzhao sat up and stared at the pills as big as half an egg.
"It's so big, how can I eat it?"
Just opened my mouth.
Ji Boying took advantage of the opportunity, slapped it down, and stuffed a pill as big as half an egg directly into Zhu Houzhao's mouth.
In an instant, the Emperor Wuzong's eyes widened, and he covered his neck with both hands desperately. His already black cheeks turned red very quickly, thinking that I haven't been poisoned to death, but I will be choked to death today.
Got it!
"Oh, it's really troublesome."
Ji Boying looked at Zhu Houzhao who was holding his throat and unable to swallow. He stepped forward and pinched Zhu Houzhao's chin. He grabbed a bottle of mineral water without a cap out of thin air with his other hand and poured it directly into Zhu Houzhao's open mouth. Drink half a bottle of water, gulu.
Zhu Houzhao swallowed it hard, then his neck turned red and he gasped for air.
"What on earth are you...?"
Zhu Houzhao, who had regained his composure, raised his head again and looked at Ji Boying.
"Fairy."
Ji Boying raised his feet slightly and stepped on the steps next to Zhu Houzhao, then leaned over slightly and stared into Zhu Houzhao's eyes.
"I'll ask you again, do you want it?"
Zhu Houzhao, holding his throat, looked at Ji Boying, his mood fluctuating slightly.
"Are you really a fairy?"
Boom!
A bolt of thunder came instantly and struck a corner not far away. The figure of a young eunuch turned into charcoal on the spot.
No wonder Ji Boying, you said you were engaged in eavesdropping and you concentrated on eavesdropping. Why you would be malicious towards me is really incomprehensible.
If Zhu Houzhao, who was still lying down a second ago, saw the thunder coming, he had completely believed in Ji Boying's status as a god, and his eyes were shining brightly.
Moreover, there is nothing he can do if he doesn’t believe it. He has no other way to go now. Even if he is tricked, he is still willing to give it a try!
"Think!"
"I can only dream of it!"
Zhu Houzhao's eyes flashed with the flame of revenge.
Frowning his brows, Zhu Houzhao suddenly felt like his body was on fire.
Although it feels a little uncomfortable, the energy that has disappeared in the past few months is showing signs of recovery, and I am a little more convinced of the possibility that the person in front of me is a god.
"Have you read the book?"
Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Houzhao.
"Read it."
Zhu Houzhao nodded seriously.
The civil servant Emperor Hei Wuzong is uneducated and has no skills. He really wants to give these civil servants a big ear. What qualifications do you bunch of bumpkins who can't understand Mandarin have to say that a language master who is proficient in five foreign languages is illiterate?!
"Since you have read the book, you should know what your great-grandfather did."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Houzhao's pupils shrank.
Deep under those eyes, the ancestral killing soul in the blood of the old Zhu family is awakening!
Awakening, it’s hunting time!
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