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The vast waters slowly flowed eastward, and the strong winds blew across the river and swayed the waves.

In the past thousands of years, the vast Zhanghe River has swallowed up many young girls with the help of the legend of "He Bo married a wife", and today is no exception. But at this moment, the bride who was supposed to "marry" He Bo was shivering on the shore. Instead, the witch, who claimed to be able to swim in He Bo's water house, was lifted by several tigers and thrown into the heart of the river. She struggled a few times and then sank.

Then there were several of her disciples, and then there were the three elders who colluded with Wu Concubine, committed mischief in the local area, and mutilated the people...

The water was suddenly full of ghosts and wolves, and Ye local officials, nobles, elders, and even three thousand people on the shore witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Their expressions ranged from horror to fear, and then to awe.

Reverence for whoever gave this command.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the shore with their hands behind their backs, as if they were on the son of the Zhao family who was admiring the river view. At this moment, he became even more fearful than He Bo, who was capable of flooding the sky!

"The witch and her younger brothers are women, I'm afraid they can't explain things clearly, it's okay to slack off, but the three old men were able to speak well in front of me two days ago, and they complained about the matter of requisitioning food and people. What are you doing today? It's also so slow, I've gone for a quick moment and I haven't come back..."

The deadly silence by the river was broken when Zhao Wuxi spoke again, everyone swallowed and watched Zhao Wuxi's harmless smile: "I want to send a few more officials. Or how about Hao Chang going to the river to urge them?"

The organizers of the "He Bo marrying his wife" on the shore were all frightened by the sound of "He Ru", and they all fell to their knees. The once mighty heads were stuck in the mud and on the rocks, and some people smashed their heads.

Zhao Wuxi laughed dumbly: "Why, isn't Hebo very hospitable? Isn't Shuifu a good place? Why is no one willing to go now? Huh?"

"The villain waits to be convicted, convicted, and hope that the prince will spare his life!"

Up to now, how can people not understand. Zhao Wuxi did this today just to cure them.

Some of the Handan clan's retainers who came here to be officials in the past also criticized the Zhanghe sacrifice. But Zhao Wuxi came with an army of 20,000 people. If he wanted to, he could even slaughter all the clansmen and elders in the local area and turn Yeyi to the ground.

Zhao Wuxi looked at Zhangshui with a little bit of interest. He said, "It seems that He Bo is indeed very hospitable. He probably wants to leave guests for a feast. Today's affairs will be put to rest, and the people will be scattered. Let's leave here and go home."

Driven and evacuated by the soldiers, the people left with lingering fears, while the nobles and elders were still kneeling on the bank and not afraid to get up.

The tradition that has been maintained for hundreds of years has been completely cut off by Zhao Wuxi today. He Bo's marriage ended in vain, but no one dared to object. Nothing is important now, they just want to survive...

Zhao Wuxi did have something to say to them. He taught: "Since the Zhao family is under the rule, this is a matter for He Bo to marry a wife, it will cost the people money, kill innocent lives, and He Bo does not appreciate it. From now on, you will not do it again. If there are more people Don't change it. The person who throws the river today is his fate!"

After frightening the local tycoons, today's matter was successfully resolved. Zhao Wuxi plagiarized Ximen Leopard's actions in advance, and it seemed that the effect was quite good.

It's just that he wants to completely solve Ye Di's problem. There must be a good official to govern for a long time, and Zhao Wuxi already has a good candidate in his heart.

Cheng Tuan has been following Zhao Wuxi since five or six years ago, and his family has been a witch for generations until his generation was brought to Lu by Zhao Wuxi, and he started from the grassroots level and became a county judge. It is a good candidate for farming in Yedi. Cheng Tuan paid attention to the law and was also familiar with civil affairs. If Zhao Wuxi remembered correctly, the later Ximen Bao was also assigned to the Legalist family.

This matter is not urgent, only after handan and even the entire east of Taihang are won, can Ye land have a safe environment for development.

After returning to Yizhong, before Zhao Wuxi summoned Cheng Tuan, Xiang Lu, who was full of doubts, came to ask questions first.

"General, why don't you just declare that He Bo doesn't exist, just like the 'materialism' and 'no god' you said to our close ministers, so that the problem can be solved once and for all!"

...

Zhao Wuxi glanced at Xiang Lu: "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course, the servants just feel that the theories that the generals preach to us on weekdays are very different from what they actually show in front of the common people. On the one hand, they emphasize that humanity is the only way to solve the problem, but at the same time, they attach great importance to the way of heaven."

Zhao Wuxi sat him down, took a sip of water, and said, "If you have to ask why... Because of this world, if a **** statue is destroyed, thousands of gods will be enshrined."

Xiang Lu was stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, he deeply agreed.

Let alone the world of Spring and Autumn, even after 2,500 years, the bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods have been smashed to pieces, but the red savior has once again been held on the altar and worshipped more than all the emperors and gods in history. . When the immortal great man also grows old and dies like ordinary people, the kuimei sprites who were once trampled on the ground will come out again, from the small temple in the township to the round wheel teaching once in the capital, where will these people jump up and down?

The kingdom of materialism has to declare in the constitution: everyone has freedom of belief, not to mention Zhao Wuxian, an era when ignorance has not yet faded away.

Seeing Xiang Lu remained silent, Zhao Wuxi smiled and asked him again, "Do you know why I interfered with He Bo's affairs? Why did I sink the witch, the three old men, and the others into the river."

Xiang Tu bowed his head in admiration: "Because the general has benevolence in his heart, he cannot tolerate these people."

Wuxi said: "This is one of them. There are thousands of gods in the world, and there are many kinds of sacrifice methods. For example, it is also sacrificed to river water. Ji has always had a custom, that is, to set up the shrine of King Zhao by the river. Every May and June, it is wrapped with leaves such as seasonal fresh and sweet, cayrandu and so on, and then immersed in the Han water. As for the noble houses, five-color yarn is used. Food in the bag, or sinking into the water with a gold utensil, so that the dragons can eat enough, so that they don't hurt the soul of King Zhao..."

"This kind of custom is also worshiping the gods and offering sacrifices, but it is acceptable to ordinary people. If I go to Jianghan, I will only follow the local people to get their approval. Not only will it not be stopped, but even legislation will be made to treat this custom as a The festival has come." Zhao Wuxi was shocked to realize that long before Qu Yuan, the custom of the Dragon Boat Festival had quietly become popular in Jianghan, but it was only temporarily under the name of the unfortunate King Zhao of Zhou, and it would be hundreds of years before it was adopted. Chu culture belongs to it.

"But if the food thrown into the river is replaced by human beings. What about virgins? Can you accept it?"

Xiang Lu shook his head: "Of course not!"

Wu Xun smiled and said: "Yes, this is the fundamental reason. The gods in the hearts of the people cannot be eliminated for a while, and it is understandable for them to sacrifice a little to seek peace of mind in addition to their food and clothing. The local government can even use it outside the law. These gods maintain their rule, making people feel that there are gods three feet above their heads, and they dare not commit crimes."

"But it must not be used by the wicked! The purpose of offering sacrifices to gods is to make people live better, if it is done at the cost of murder. Isn't the cart before the horse? 'The people's foundation', the people are the foundation of the state, and the foundation of the state is solid. Instead of 'the foundation of the gods', everything depends on Wuzhu and Guibu, which will only ruin major events! The sacrifice to the gods is for better governance of people, wait until they are not needed. When the people can be governed well by relying on ghosts and gods, these so-called gods can naturally be revoked and banned..."

Following Zhao Wuxi's eyes and ears, and the influence of Confucius' thought in the State of Lu, Xiang Lu's mind was full of ghosts and events. At this moment, he said with some yearning in his eyes: "I really hope that day will arrive earlier... …”

There was a hint of helplessness in Zhao Wuxi's eyes. He told Xiang Lu the first reason, but the second. But quietly took it.

Another reason for attacking Ye Di Wu Concubine, San Lao and others is that they were not brought under Zhao Wuxi's control, and there was even a possibility that the locals would use He Bo's name to rebel against Zhao's clan. The unstable ground factor...

This cannot be tolerated by those in power!

In the imperial era, the gods that were incorporated by the imperial court would become the righteous gods that were publicly sacrificed, such as heaven and earth, the four sects, and the five mountains. But those that are not brought under control become prostitution. The local officials of the past dynasties will respect the legitimate gods, and they will never tire of destroying the local shrine...

When Cao Cao was the prime minister of Jinan, he became famous by killing more than 600 prostitution temples, but this did not delay him relaxing his belief in "Zhonghuang Taiyi" after the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans were incorporated. Guide and use them to advocate the legitimacy of the Han Dynasty for the Cao clan.

In later generations, in addition to the legitimate religions recognized by the state, there are also many "cults" that are not visible. They shouted and killed cults such as Taiping Dao and the White Lotus Sect, and used legitimate religions such as Quanzhen and Zhengyi to control folk thoughts. , has been a tried-and-true method throughout the dynasties.

Zhao Wuxi reluctantly discovered that when it was his turn, he could not escape this routine, not to mention that the Spring and Autumn Period was the stage of superstition and ignorance when the wisdom of the people was not developed and the style of scholars was not yet flourishing. This allowed Nanzi to revive the name of "Tian Dao" in the Song Dynasty, to organize prostitution rituals, to control the truth of the Song people, and to pave the way for unifying the thoughts of the Kyushu billions of people and burying them into the Zhou order.

All he can do is to stick to the bottom line of "people-oriented".

So Wu Xie sighed and secretly said in his heart: "Of course, I really hope that one day, all gods, whether they are leaders of Weiguang Zhenghua or fictional ghosts and gods, can be forgotten and wiped out!"

...

However, although the idea is good, what Zhao Wuxi never thought was that after such a riot by Zhangshui, his reputation suddenly resounded throughout Hebei. Just when Zhao Jun was about to set off for the north, a new legend began to circulate on both sides of the Zhangshui River. After 100 years, it became this version:

"At that time, the storm suddenly broke out, and two iron-backed dragons stepped out of the boat. He Bo rode out of the water on a white turtle. He was furious and asked why the son of the Zhao family wanted to sink the witch into the river? Why did he take He Bo's wife? As he said that, he recruited fish soldiers and turtle generals, and wanted to flood the land with water. It's dark and dark!"

The listeners took a deep breath and asked repeatedly, "What happened later? Can the Zhao family protect the people along the river, but can he defeat He Bo?"

The narrator paused at a key position, and then smiled: "Don't panic, the prince is the birth of a mysterious bird, and the emperor of heaven predicted that Fan, Zhongxing, and the people of the Zhao clan would be destroyed. Naturally, they will not shrink back. Without further ado, pull out the sword of the gossip and slay the dragon! Gossip, the sword is also! The top can slay the gods, and the bottom can slaughter the sprites, how can Xiao Xiaohebo stop it? The dragon that was harder than gold and iron was cut off in the middle, the dragon blood stained the river, the shrimp soldiers and crabs floated the body all over the river, and the storm stopped.

The audience breathed a sigh of relief and applauded.

"The son of Zhao's family is not only brave, but also benevolent. He Bo was originally a small carp released by King Xuan during the Shang Dynasty. He had a chance to become a little god. It is not easy for the son to miss him. In the past, he also guarded the river and stopped the waves. , so I took his life around him. The prince landed on the shore and threw the jade into the river, but He Bo did not dare to take it. After returning to him again and again, the prince destroyed the jade and left. Since then, Zhangshui has never flooded... Yecheng The people were overjoyed, so they destroyed the former Hebo Temple and built a shrine for the prince in the local area, and the incense was endless..."

...

Just when Zhao Wuxi settled the matter in Yecheng, the flag pointed north, and was about to march on Handan, a similar conversation was also held in the country of Song thousands of miles away.

"Master, dare to ask what death is?"

Confucius was dressed in simple clothes. He knelt down under the big mulberry tree whose leaves were about to fall, and looked at the questioner's words indifferently, and then looked at the people who were listening to his speech. In the past half month, they have grown from a few to dozens of people. Hundreds and thousands! And his expression changed from contemptuous disapproval to attentiveness, and people would ask questions from time to time.

In time, Song Guo's deviated ethos might be corrected by himself!

So he restrained his smile and said solemnly: "I don't know life, how can I know death!"

This answer obviously avoided the question, and the surrounding peasants and merchants of Song who had no culture were booed and dispersed. But those Song Dynasty scholars who can read and hyphenate and have some culture think this statement is very reasonable.

The scholar of Song country who asked the question did not give up, and asked again: "Dare to ask how the ghosts and gods are!"

Confucius said again: "If you can't deal with people, how can you deal with ghosts?"

The boos faded, replaced by a burst of admiration, and more and more people gathered around.

"Master, please explain one or two!"

Confucius then said slowly: "The book says ~lightnovelpub.net~ innately prosperous for the people, there are things in order, and the people's morality is good. If there really is a way of heaven, it must be based on people, not ghosts and gods, not to mention the existence of so-called ghosts and gods, it is still a question."

The sighing continued, and the people on the outside looked at each other and couldn't understand it, but the people from the Song Dynasty in the inner circle nodded to each other in admiration.

"Okay, as expected of the people of Lu Guowen, Master is a good one who doesn't put ghosts and gods first! But to deny ghosts and gods is really absurd in my opinion."

Just at this moment, someone came in while applauding. Everyone looked closely, but it was a high-level witch in a white robe and a "Yin-Yang Fish" around his neck.

He glanced proudly at the Song people around him, and some people dispersed with interest, because behind him there were some Song soldiers who were wearing armor and holding geese.

Confucius did not panic, he stopped the disciple who was about to draw his sword, stroked his tendrils and asked:

"I don't know why the second and third sons are here? Did they come to claim me?"

That Wu Zhu bowed and said, "How dare you... it's just that the Master has been criticizing Heaven, ghosts and gods in Shangqiu for half a month..."

"I'm not criticizing, I'm just reasoning and correcting where you are morally wrong."

Wu Zhu had to change his words and said, "In any case, the Master is deceiving people's hearts, I'm afraid..."

Confucius looked at the disciples, and the scholars of Song State said, "Is it Qiu who is deceiving people?"

Wu Zhu choked and said after a long pause: "The villain is here today only to speak. The master has been talking about himself for a long time. If you listen to people's words, it will be dark, and if you listen to both, it will be clear. Three days later, the great witch of Song is also Song. The sons and daughters of the country set up a debate forum to welcome the Master, and there will be thousands of people watching, and the sons and daughters hope to have a good debate with the Master!"

(To be continued.)

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