Please calm down your anger

Chapter 400
The city of gods was built in the Great Wei Dynasty. It has a chessboard layout of nine palaces. There are five canals, Huairen, Huaiyi, Huaili, Huaizhi, and Huaixin, which criss-cross each other, symbolizing the five virtues and five elements. They circulate in the city and nourish millions of people.

These five canals not only form a feng shui formation to store wind and absorb energy, but also form large and small lakes, which are intoxicating in four seasons.

Langya Book Pavilion is located by a small lake in Xicheng.

This is an property of Shanhai Academy, named after the ancient kingdom of Langya located near Wolongye during the Seventeen Kingdoms period.

It is rumored that the people of the ancient country of Langya like to collect books, and the royal palace even had the largest Buddhist scripture pavilion in the middle of the country at that time, covering everything, and even a large number of ancient Zhou Dynasty historical books.

It's a pity that when the Langya Kingdom was broken, the desperate royal nobles burned it all down.

Since Langya Book Pavilion is named after this, it naturally has a large collection of books, and it purchases ancient books and relics from outside all the year round. There are people from the rivers and lakes who explore the ancient sites and find orphans and send them here, usually in exchange for rich rewards.

In the tea room on the third floor of Shuge, an old man in Confucian robes was concentrating on looking at the broken copper tripod in his hand.

The bronze tripod is simple in shape and full of rust, and the silver is about densely packed characters, like auspicious clouds.

The old man was tall and tall, with gray hair and beard. Although his facial features were straight, he carried a vicissitudes of life. He was the well-known Mr. Wang.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar next to him bowed his hands respectfully and said, "Master, I just received this yesterday, and it is also the kind of cloud seal that I have never seen before."

As he said, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes: "It stands to reason that although the characters have evolved, they are still inherited in one continuous line. We have deciphered most of the Jinding Wen of the ancient Zhou Dynasty, but it is a pity that there are still few materials."

"This kind of cloud seal script is completely different from the Jindingwen of the ancient Zhou Dynasty, and it is even older. If we can find the words of the sage..."

"What is holy?"

Master Wang's eyes were calm, and he asked suddenly.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, his face became dignified, and he bowed his hands respectfully and said: "A sage is a person who understands the Tao. He can see the changes of yin and yang in the world, and he is a sage who leads the way for the human race."

Master Wang sighed slightly: "Water benefits all things without fighting. The saints are not without fighting, but a big fight. What fights is the luck of the human race."

"The way of heaven does not change, but the way of humanity changes with time. The manpower of saints is limited. If we stick to the words of the ancient sages, how can we innovate and seek change in the way of humanity?"

Cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and he didn't dare to say any more.

Shanhai Academy contends among a hundred schools of thought, as long as the theory is recognized by everyone, it can be called a master and open the academy to teach students.

This is the "Debate on Ancient Zhou Rituals" recently launched by Shanhai Academy.

The ancient sect believes that the rituals of the ancient Zhou Dynasty have continued the luck of the human race to this day, and should not be changed arbitrarily to cause turmoil.

Reformists believe that the luck of the human race is declining, and the rituals of the ancient Zhou Dynasty are no longer suitable for today, and innovation and change are the only chances.

Chonggu and the reformists hold their own opinions and refuse to give in to each other. If it weren't for the strict rules of the academy, they would have already started.

Even so, there are many people who have arranged duels in private.

This matter is nominally a dispute of ideas, but actually involves the interests of all parties, and is deeply related to the current situation.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar concentrates on the study of ancient prose, but he doesn't want to get into trouble.

Master Wang didn't say any more, but his eyes moved slightly, and he looked out the window.

At the same time, a green-robed scholar hurried to the tea room, respectfully cupped his hands and said, "Master, something happened outside."

...

The middle-aged Confucian scholar strode out, and when he saw the scene outside the book pavilion, his heart skipped a beat.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, when the ice and snow have not disappeared, hundreds of people, old and young, men and women, kneel on the road.

The man was shirtless and cut off his left ear.

The woman's hair was disheveled, and her face was bloody.

Everyone's eyes are firm, full of death will.

"Ghost Festival..."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar muttered to himself with an ugly expression on his face.

Ghost Sacrifice is an ancient mantra, using flesh and blood as a curse, using resentment as poison, and offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods, which makes the earth qi restless and damages the Shinto community, but it also becomes evil, and the soul is in trouble.

This is the way to die together. The human race pays attention to the rest of the soul after death, and will not act like this unless there is a great injustice.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar forced an ugly smile on his face, "Fellows, I, Langya Book Pavilion, have always kept aloof from the world. I don't know what offended me?"

He could tell that most of these people were from the world with low cultivation, and some of them hadn't even gathered their true qi.

A thin middle-aged man said tremblingly: "We are not in the rivers and lakes, entertainers, rare in the gods, oppressed by thieves and officials, and now we are wanted..."

Before he finished speaking, the other person said in grief and indignation: "I am a merchant in Shendu, oppressed by a family, owed countless debts, and have no way out..."

"I took care of the hospital for others. I was old and blood exhausted, and I fell into the streets..."

The crowd was chattering and noisy, and the middle-aged Confucian scholars could also tell the cause and effect, so they were not a group of people.

He was a little helpless, "It's true that everyone's situation is miserable, but why are you bothering me at Shuge?"

An old man with white beard was full of resentment in his eyes, and he cupped his hands and said: "I am born like an ant, and my life is like a worthless thing. I just want to ask Mr. Wang to make the decision today, ask the ministers of the court, ask the wealthy family, ask the emperor, why! "

why?
I still want to ask why...

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was annoyed and was about to speak when he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

From the street far away, many people came densely, including beggars, people in rags, and children with yellow and emaciated faces.

Some of them were dazed, some looked desperate, some were silent, without exception, they all knelt outside the book pavilion.

In the crowd, someone threw out a few knives.

One person took it, gritted his teeth and cut off his ear.

One of them picked it up and slashed a few times on his face.

The blood splattered, and the white snow fell to the plum blossoms.

The heart of the middle-aged Confucian scholar gradually sank.

Although the method of "ghost sacrifice" is widely spread, ordinary people don't know much about it.

This is someone playing tricks, and the target is Master Wang!
What frightened him even more was that the crowd was still gathering more and more. Although most of them were ordinary people, the silence and oppression made even him, a cultivator of qi refining, tremble with fear.

With so many people, if the method of "Ghost Sacrifice" takes shape, the monstrous curse of hatred and poison may even collapse the ancestral temple of Sheji.

At the end of the sixth year of Xianqing, the public grievances and resentment hidden under the prosperity of the capital of the gods were finally completely detonated.

The news quickly spread throughout the city of God...

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Dongcheng, Xiuyifang.

People from several central states gathered again and looked at each other in dismay.

Zhangzhou's Tuoba family's Zhong Tongzi looked puzzled, "This must be the work of the Luo family and the southern states."

"Right now, the Emperor's Sect Grand Ceremony is imminent, and the matter of the Gluttonous Army is pending. Are they crazy for acting like this?"

Qiu Yin from the Qiu family in Luzhou sneered and said, "People's opinion is like a knife, but it depends on who holds the knife. Mr. Wang has this sharp blade and occupies the righteousness. I am afraid that Emperor Yan will have a headache."

"The old ghost of the Luo family is really shrewd, and this knife is also skillfully delivered."

Shangguan Qiu frowned slightly: "The Luo family is making such a big fuss, it makes people feel a little uneasy..."

"What are you upset about!"

Qiu Yin sneered and said, "It's just a method of ghost sacrifice. As soon as the Xiao cavalry army arrives, they will suppress it immediately. I'm afraid Master Wang will stop it."

Sima Wei next to him was silent, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes...

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Beicheng, Taiyi Temple.

Daoist Hongyuan and the railway man stood on the attic, looking solemnly into the distance.Both of them used the "Chonglou Wangqi Talisman", and their eyes shone with golden light.

In their eyes, the dragon energy gathers in the capital of the gods, and spiritual qi rises from all the high-end mansions, and the Haizhou Chamber of Commerce is even more majestic.

But at this time, in the east, there was an ominous black energy rising into the sky, gradually stirring up the golden radiance of the divine way.

Master Hongyuan's expression turned ugly, "Aren't we going to take a look?"

Tie Zhenren's eyes were gloomy, "The leader ordered me not to show up before the Emperor's Ceremony."

"Where did the leader go?"

"I do not know either…"

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North City, Haizhou Chamber of Commerce.

Several ancestors of the Nanzhou family also looked at the east at the same time, their eyes were dignified, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

An old man hesitated in his eyes, "Brother Luo, this move not only violated the taboo of the royal family, but also touched the rebels of the Taiyi Sect, just in case..."

The ancestor of the Luo family looked calm, "Do we have a choice? We can either kill him, or take a gamble."

"If Master Wang suppresses the matter, his reputation will collapse overnight. It also proves that he is playing against the royal family. We will leave the capital immediately and move overseas."

"If Mrs. Wang accepts this knife, then the face of the royal family will be damaged, and the prince's supervision of the country is just a joke. After a few years, we will be invincible."

As he spoke, he sneered, "What kind of ritual dispute is going on in Shanhai Academy? It's nothing more than a knife against the family. If he takes the knife, he probably won't know it's us."

"You come and go in this world, do you really think this old man is a fool!"

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Nancheng, Mingshanfang.

"My lord, something serious happened!"

Xiao Zhongmou came in a hurry and told the story with a solemn expression.

Wang Xuan frowned slightly, strode to the outside of the courtyard, and jumped up to the nearby tall buildings in a blink of an eye.Xiao Zhongmou and Tu Su Ziming followed closely behind.

Wang Xuan rotated the candle dragon eye, and also saw the ominous black smoke rising into the sky, and couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

Xiao Zhongmou said in a deep voice: "I heard that there are still people gathering over there, reaching tens of thousands of people. Although all the squares and cities have been closed, there are still many people who sneak out. They are not afraid of the Valiant Cavalry Army at all."

Tu Su Ziming was stunned, "Are you all crazy, is someone bewitched by magic?"

Xiao Zhongmou shook his head and said: "There are so many people, if someone uses spells to cause trouble, the Taiyi Sect has already noticed it, and now Guangyuan Zhenjun is still sitting in Shendu, who would dare?"

"Brother Tu Su often lives in the mountains and doesn't know. It's better to stabilize food prices in Bingzhou and Qinzhou. Other places have already seen people's dissatisfaction. This evil fire has been simmering for too long, and it will eventually explode."

Tu Su Ziming couldn't bear it in his eyes, "This is a taboo. If it is suppressed, the Taiyi Sect has a way to eliminate it before the method of ghost sacrifice takes shape..."

"I can't hold back."

Wang Xuan's eyes were calm, "In the past, the aristocratic family's dharma had absolute power, but now the government army is all people from all over the world, if they suppress everywhere, the government army may not be stable."

At this moment, Xiao Zhongmou and Tu Su Ziming suddenly felt their scalps go numb, and looked to one side.

I saw that suddenly there was another person there, the abyss of qi breath was like a prison, and it was Yan Guhong, the leader of the robbers.

"It's such a big mess...hahaha..."

Yan Guhong smiled.

Wang Xuan glanced lightly, "Why is Chief Yan laughing?"

Yan Guhong sneered: "I laugh at the ignorance of the world, their lives are like ants, they are used by others without knowing it, and when the wildfire burns out, it will disappear. Next year, it will be prosperous again at this time."

"Righteousness, great righteousness, and morality are all hypocrisy!"

After Wang Xuan listened, he remained silent.

Yan Guhong glanced coldly, "Boy, what do you think, when this fire is ignited, the gluttonous army will probably hang, and your glory and wealth will also be wiped out."

Wang Xuan's eyes were calm, "What Wang seeks is never glory and wealth, let alone being taken advantage of by others as a fool. What do you want to do, Chief Yan?"

Yan Guhong sneered, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Xiao Zhongmou's eyes were serious, "My lord, what does he mean?"

Wang Xuan shook his head slightly, "It's just taking advantage of the opportunity to turn on the fire, people like him don't care about the chaos in the world, they just want to watch the royal family's jokes and vent their anger."

After all, he looked towards the direction of the imperial city with some doubts in his eyes.

"Who is this knife for..."

(End of this chapter)