Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 710 Deng Jiugong and Bodhi Patriarch
Deng Jiugong is not the kind of person who spends his time playing mahjong every day. The territory of the Han Kingdom is vast, and various official duties are inevitable. He has no objection to Mo Qilin going out to play with Deng Chanyu and the others. He is very busy here, so if you want to play, go ahead and play.

Having just seen off his daughter, whose appearance hadn't changed at all in twenty years, he took a letter in his hand and read it carefully.

This is a family letter written by Deng Xiu. The Deng family turned their family into a country, and family affairs were national affairs. Inevitably, there were some political and military advice in the family letter. The protagonist of today's family letter is the Huang family.

The Huang family was a military family for seven generations in the Shang Dynasty. They had over a hundred generals and thousands of servants. Their former subordinates and generals who had received favors were like crucian carp crossing the river. When they arrived in the Han Dynasty, their power became even greater.

Deng Jiugong believed that he could suppress Huang Feihu with his personal charm and prestige in the army, including his father Huang Gun, brother Huang Feibiao, son Huang Tianhua, Huang Tianxiang and a large number of people. The loyalty of the main line of the Huang family could be guaranteed, but this kind of governance based on brotherhood could only work for a while, not for a lifetime. It was not a way to ensure long-term stability in a country.

The Huang family is a very large family. Even if the main branch is willing to share weal and woe with the Han Kingdom, it is difficult to guarantee the opinions of the branches.

If a branch of the clan were to commit a crime one day, what would be done? In a slave society, impartial law enforcement was not important. Deng Chanyu had to resort to both deception and intimidation to combat corruption, so Deng Jiugong's governance was even more difficult.

When Deng Xiu followed Wen Zhong to fight against Yuan Futong, he heard many stories from Deng Chanyu on the way. Deng Chanyu often did not say any systematic theory, but just talked about whatever she wanted to say. Deng Xiu summarized and wrote a book [Sister's Words]. The father and son discussed the problems of the Huang family in private. Deng Xiu went back to read [Sister's Words] and really found a solution.

According to Deng Xiu, half of [Sister's Language] is enough to rule the world.

He refined the language in [Sister's Words] and told a story about "Tobirama" and "Uchiha" in the letter home to Deng Jiugong.

He proposed to limit the political power of the Huang family to a certain field. On the one hand, it would reduce their chances of making meritorious deeds on the battlefield. On the other hand, the comfortable environment would also reduce the chances of the family producing talents. He proposed to use peaceful means to slowly eliminate the influence of the Huang family.

If one generation doesn’t work, then two generations will. If two generations don’t work, then three generations will.

It is estimated that by the third generation, the Huang family's political power will have declined to a controllable level.

The world has not yet been unified, and the power of the Huang family is an important pillar of the Han State. Deng Jiugong still needs the Huang family, and political restrictions can only be imposed after the world is at peace.

Deng Jiugong put away the letter from home, stood up, and prepared to go out for a ride on horseback.

The waiter walked quickly into the hall and said in a slightly panicked manner, "Your Majesty, a man suddenly came outside the door and said he wanted to see Your Majesty."

Deng Jiugong had gone through many storms and calmed down instantly, and grasped the key points, "suddenly" and "Taoist".

Deng Chanyu had told her family about knowledge such as the destiny of humanity and the human king. Although Deng Jiugong did not understand it and did not even know whether this invisible and intangible destiny of humanity existed, he kept his daughter's words in mind. It was impossible for an ordinary Taoist to "suddenly" enter the palace, and it was even more impossible for an immortal to appear, shout "The tyrant king, die" and then stab him to death with a sword. This situation could not happen.

If it really happened, what should I do? Deng Jiugong remembered that his daughter smiled and said, "You'd better strike a more handsome posture and wait for death."

Deng Jiugong was still a warrior who had fought his way through mountains of swords and seas of blood. He knew that hiding was useless at this moment, and there was nowhere to hide. He waved his hand and said, "Open the door, and follow me to greet you!"

After a stick of incense, he saw an old Taoist with white hair and beard, wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe and with a gaunt appearance in front of the temple.

"Hello, Immortal Master. May I know your name? In which ancient temple do you practice?"

The old Taoist clasped his hands together and saluted: "Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Bodhi, from Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Xieyue Sanxing Cave."

Deng Jiugong had very little knowledge about cultivating immortals. King Zhou could sit down and discuss with Yun Zhongzi, but he didn't have that ability. However, he had some idea, and at least he wouldn't make mistakes in basic etiquette.

He invited Bodhi into the hall, and the host and guest sat down. They engaged in a vague conversation, and when he was at a loss for words, he inquired about the other party's purpose. Bodhi said, "I have come to Your Majesty today to beg for alms."

Deng Jiugong asked curiously, "Where does fate come from, and where does it go?"

Bodhi waved his whisk and said, "In the West, five hundred years from now, the Buddha will descend to save all living beings, eliminate all disasters, save countless believers, and open the door to convenience."

Five hundred years later? Deng Jiugong almost thought he had misheard. Does this have anything to do with me?
The Shang Dynasty was so powerful, but it has only existed for more than 500 years so far. In the 500 years that Bodhi mentioned, it would be irrelevant whether the Han Dynasty still existed, let alone himself.

Bodhi looked at him with a smile but said nothing.

Deng Jiugong racked his brains to think of the wording.

Recalling some of her daughter's words and deeds, she tried to put herself in her shoes and think about what Deng Chanyu would say if she were in her position.

It came to mind quickly.

According to Deng Chanyu, when you don't know what to say, just talk about money! If the money is not enough, then add more money. Most people will like it, and even if they don't like it, there is a 90% chance that it will be right.

Deng Jiugong nodded and said, "Very good, very good. My daughter is cultivating outside. There is a vacant garden in the Southern Capital. I would like to take ten thousand taels of gold and build a monastery in the Southern Capital to welcome the Buddha's arrival."

When he brought up his daughter, he was also warning the other party, "Be careful, my daughter is not an ordinary person."

"Hahahaha—" Bodhi suddenly laughed out loud: "Fate ends and fate begins, I now understand. I will obey Your Majesty. I will take my leave."

He didn't even go through the door, but ascended directly into the sky in broad daylight in the Nandu Palace, turning into a golden light and flying away.

Deng Jiugong: “???”

Do you agree?
Didn't my daughter say that she couldn't ride the clouds in a place with a strong human destiny? Was it because my daughter was too ignorant, or was this Bodhi level too high?
He was true to his word and immediately ordered the historian and attendants, "Record today's events. Regardless of whether the Han Dynasty survives or dies, take ten thousand taels of gold and store it somewhere secret. Five hundred years from now, the descendants of the Deng family will fulfill this promise."

It is not popular to eradicate the roots these days. Even if the fight for the throne fails, the descendants of the Deng family will live on as aristocrats.

Besides, there is an immortal in the family. Living for five hundred years should not be a difficult task in Deng Jiugong's opinion.

"As ordered."

"Ayu, wait, wait! There is a problem!" Daji, who was sitting on the back of Qilin, suddenly called for a stop. Deng Chanyu patted the big head of Mo Qilin and signaled to stop.

"how?"

Daji did not answer immediately, but took out the Book of Life and Death, flipped through it quickly, and finally turned to the page of Deng Jiugong and read it carefully.

(End of this chapter)