"Mr. Wang, it's not Nestorianism, it's Catholicism."
Zhu Yixi laughed and said.
In order to enter the mainland, Catholicism has good intentions. For example, it confused the "Chinese God" with the personal god "God" in Catholicism, and even created the saying of "the unity of heaven and Confucianism".
That is, Catholicism and Confucianism are essentially one.
Later, relying on the rise of the Xinxue public opinion, Catholicism was equated with the "orthodox Confucianism" of Confucius and Mencius, and the current Cheng-Zhu, Lu-Wang and other schools of the Ming Dynasty were belittled as "heterodox Confucianism" that was distorted by later generations.
Attempted to replace Confucianism with Catholicism and rule China.
This is one of the reasons why since the seventeenth century, Catholicism has been prohibited in the East Asian cultural circle, namely the Qing Dynasty, Vietnam, Japan, Korea and other countries.
Since Catholicism was introduced to China, there have been too many tricks, and Nestorianism is just an old one.
Of course, for Wang Xi, Nestorianism is Catholicism. As a Shaanxi native, he came to this conclusion based on his familiarity with history books.
As for why he believes in Catholicism, it is very Chinese: because Catholicism is efficacious.
Who would believe it if it doesn’t work?
In the imperial examination in the second year of Tianqi's reign, he worshiped God before the examination and was admitted as a Jinshi at the age of 52. He became a devout believer from then on.
Later, he studied Western science and technology and advocated practical learning to save the country. Together with Xu Guangqi, he was called the Northern King and the Southern Xu.
"Whether it's God or Nestorianism, Your Majesty, don't be too serious."
Wang Xi couldn't help but smile.
"Cough cough cough——"
After coughing a few times, he opened his eyes, looked at the emperor's mature eyes and majestic face, and couldn't help but be filled with emotion:
"In the past, Your Majesty was just a member of a declining clan, but now he has ascended to the throne, ruled the world, and even driven away the slaves who were no less powerful than Guangwu of the Han Dynasty..."
"My clothes will be restored. The world will be at peace. Good, good!"
"Sir, all he talks about is a bright future. When you are in such a situation, why don't you think about what will happen after you?"
Zhu Yixi was quite moved.
The flintlock gun, the gun, and the red artillery were all designed and supervised by him. It can be said that without Wang Xi, the war would not have been so easy.
Compared to those generals, he is the greatest contributor.
"What will happen after my death?" A hint of surprise appeared on Wang Xi's face like a dead tree, and he said calmly: "With His Majesty's grace, I earned a title for my work as a craftsman, and worked hard for their huge family fortune. I died without regrets.
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"But!" As he spoke, he became excited and leaned forward: "It will be a regret in my life to be able to see His Majesty take back Beijing before he dies."
At the end of the sentence, he was quite hesitant, but he still said it: "Although I was expelled from the church due to concubinage, my heart towards Christianity is still there..."
"I just ask Your Majesty to treat him more leniently in the future."
"As long as they stay safe, I will not deliberately target them -" Zhu Yixi said seriously.
"That's good, that's good..."
With a smile on his lips, Wang Xi gradually closed his eyes as he kept repeating these words.
"Hey -" the emperor sighed, feeling quite reluctant to part with him. However, Wang Xi passed away at the age of seventy-seven, so it was considered a happy death.
Historically, when Wang Zheng faced the cruel fact of his country's demise, he made a decision between the "Great Festival" and the "Ten Commandments". Wang Zheng, who was deeply immersed in Confucian tradition, resolutely chose to commit suicide to end the festival.
Catholicism does not allow believers to commit suicide.
Such an old man is worthy of respect.
"By order, Wang Yu has made outstanding achievements. After his son ascends the throne, he will pass on his kindness to another generation."
The emperor looked at Wang Xi who was leaving peacefully for a long time before he left.
For a time, there were endless voices of gratitude.
Let the rest of the time be left to history.
As soon as they stepped into the threshold, Zheng and Huang saw the emperor's back turning and leaving, as well as his continuous words of gratitude.
Reluctantly, one person followed closely, and the other person could only ask about it to make a record, but there must be no omissions.
This is the reason why imperial edicts cannot be counterfeited. There is too much evidence.
Daily notes, eunuchs, and cabinet secretaries will all have records. If any one of them fails to match, the family will be confiscated and the family will be exterminated immediately.
After returning to the palace, the emperor suddenly lost interest and hung the fish without any interest.
At this time, the atmosphere in Shengjing City was heavy.
Since he was forced to leave the border in August, Dorgon stepped up military deployment in Liaodong, and even more strictly guarded western Liaoning, doing more city repairs.
Shanhaiguan will definitely not be able to hold it.
Because when this city was first built, it faced the north, and the defense on the south side was less than 10%.
Moreover, Shanhaiguan relies on the interior of the pass as its core, and all supplies of food, grass and baggage depend on it.
Therefore, when Wu Sangui faced Li Zicheng's offensive, he could only go out to meet the enemy and seek help from the Manchus.
"Losing Shanhaiguan is also inevitable."
Dai Shan was seriously ill and said feebly: "Now the situation has changed. The Ming Dynasty has more artillery. Western Liaoning must be more defensive."
"It's like what they had in the south, the bastion, this thing."
"I knew it would be like this. We also brought Tang Ruowang back to build a dozen or so in western Liaoning. We don't have much else but a lot of stones."
Jierhalang gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "I want them to taste this."
Hauge was much more steady. He glanced at Dorgon's gloomy face and couldn't help but said: "With the bastion, I don't think everything will be fine."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Hauge didn't take it seriously and continued: "Don't forget, not long ago, there was a Ming army in Liaodong!"
"I found someone to find out. These people are from Pidao."
"What, Pi Dao?"
"Pi Dao?" "Pi Dao!!"
For a moment, all the kings sitting in the rows were amazed and even stood up with strong indignation.
You know, when Mao Wenlong was in Pidao, Liaodong, he was like the armpit of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. As long as they dared to send troops, they would harass them from behind.
Otherwise, they would have entered the customs long ago.
This kind of nausea makes me feel uncomfortable all over.
In this regard, Dorgon could only say with a straight face: "We must not let the next Pi Island appear, otherwise Liaodong will never have peace."
"I heard that the North Koreans put a lot of effort into it."
At this time, Azige said quietly: "We have suffered heavy losses in the customs. Do we want to make up for it from North Korea?"
"Good idea."
Everyone is on good terms with each other, and it would be great to make amends from North Korea.
However, the old and serious Dai Shan shook his head and said: "North Korea was already dissatisfied and should have been appeased. Now it is harassing them again. We can't do another conquest, right?"
"It would be bad if we force you to go the other way."
"It is better to concentrate on dealing with Pidao and guard Liaoxi. The men are already tired."
Dorgon also nodded and said: "Then scold them and let them harass Pi Island. We must not let Mingren gain a foothold easily."
Speaking of this, Dorgon's heart suddenly felt cold. With the country's situation like this, the North Koreans were also half-hearted.