Chapter 591 Han Di Bole
After the darkness, pure and clear light shines through the eyes, and the surrounding simple and slightly old buildings come into view.
There are several towering rammed earth platforms in the distance, with pavilions and pavilions built on them, with complicated patterns and extreme luxury.
"It's not a small city..." Meng Qi looked around and looked at the people coming and going.
Some of them have majestic equipment, ancient crowns and wide robes, and weapons on their waists, but there are very few of them. Occasionally, one or two people can be found, or they whiz by in carriages. Most of them are ordinary people in simple clothes and walking in a hurry. There are also slaves with numb and dull expressions.
"Such a city must have high-ranking officials or nobles who can help us lobby." Zhao Heng nodded slightly.
Meng Qi frowned: "How to lobby? There is a huge conflict between the interests of the Mohist school and the princes and nobles..."
Each of them holds in their hands a piece of information given by Liu Dao, which is a rough introduction to Mohist theory.
Jiang Zhiwei looked around: "Let's find a hidden place first and then talk."
The clothes of the five people are different from those of the people in the city, so they must disguise themselves first to avoid being questioned as spies.
After a while, they found a house that was half mud and half thatched. There were only orphans and widowed mothers. The mother weaved cloth and the children took care of the kitchen. It was very difficult. There were white cloths hanging in some places, as if the male owner had not died long ago. .
The back of the house is a hidden and clean place. Meng Qi and others have changed slightly and are no longer different from ordinary people.
"The heaven and earth here are full of vitality, but also full of a sense of ruin." Ruan Yushu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Perhaps it's because the leader of the Tongtian cult wanted to reestablish the Earth Fire and Feng Shui and destroyed the world." Taking this opportunity, Meng Qi briefly introduced the situation of becoming a god he obtained from the Immortal Traces combined with his knowledge in his previous life.
Jiang Zhiwei and others listened very attentively, but tacitly agreed not to ask Meng Qi's source of information.
"In short, try not to act separately. If you encounter someone with magical powers and terrifying secret treasures, you can have someone to take care of you. Even if you have to split them up, you must have one defensive secret treasure at a time." Meng Qi emphasized.
"It's what it should be." Zhao Heng agreed.
Jiang Zhiwei nodded lightly: "The Mohist teachings see the strict hierarchy and the hardships of ordinary people. If you start from them, you will definitely not be welcomed by the princes and nobles, and you will inevitably be suppressed."
Fighting seems inevitable.
"Not necessarily." Zhao Heng shook his head sternly, "Judging from the description, the Fengshen world only has the embryonic roots of Confucianism, Taoism, and Mohism, which have not yet officially appeared. We can make slight changes to the Mohist doctrine without departing from the gist, and make it the same from the beginning. So that it will not be hated by the princes and nobles, and have a basis for acceptance. Moreover, I looked at the Mohist theory in my hand, and it was very simple. It only had the main outline and no details. In other words, the Six Paths may want us to develop it on our own. "
Jiang Zhiwei and Qi Zhengyan looked at the paper and found that there were only ten words written on it: "general love, non-aggression, respect for the wise, respect for the same, heavenly will, Minggui, non-life, non-happiness, frugal use, frugal burial" and the corresponding last words. A rough explanation, no specific elaboration, it seems that any explanation is fine, as long as it is self-contained and has no contradiction in itself.
"It seems that the difficulty of the task is a little lower than expected." After thinking carefully, Meng Qi agreed with Zhao Heng's judgment.
Although the thoughts and concepts of the five of them are more or less influenced by certain Mohist theories, they have not actually delved into it in depth. After all, it is too old, too idealistic and unrealistic.
In a situation where all five people only have a semi-understanding of Mohist teachings, there is no way around it and they can develop on their own based on the essentials.
"Gender love is not easy to change." Ruan Yushu suddenly said.
The Ruan family of Langya often unearthed ancient music, and could be said to have a family history in piano art and ancient books. Ruan Yushu knew the Mohist family better than others.
Qi Zhengyan looked at the paper and said: "We love each other and benefit each other. Everyone in the world is equal. The noble will not belittle the humble. The rich will not bully the poor. The strong will not humiliate the weak. The masses will not bully the widows. Destiny is not determined by fate, birth, or position." , As long as you keep improving yourself, you will surely come to the fore... The Qi Sheng is worthy of being a medieval saint..."
He originally agreed that "universal love" cannot be changed, but as he spoke, he thought of "unfate", and for a moment he felt the same and sighed.
Zhao Heng frowned when he heard this: "The person who has been changed to a higher position should be benevolent and love the world?"
"This is Confucianism. No matter how established it is, it should not be distorted to this extent." Jiang Zhiwei shook his head in denial.
"Then let's hide our universal love first, promote others, use ourselves as an example, and slowly guide the princes and nobles to recognize it." Zhao Heng gave a solution.
"Wait a minute." Meng Qi frowned slightly, "Old Zhao, what do you mean, do you think we must lobby the princes and nobles from top to bottom?"
The Mohist theory seems to be more suitable for starting from the bottom, as a single spark can start a prairie fire!
Zhao Heng said without hesitation: "Of course, the princes and nobles are descendants of immortals, descendants of gods and demons. They are so powerful that ordinary people cannot compete with them. If you want to preach, you can only lobby them!"
"Yes..." Meng Qi nodded slowly.
Indeed, this is a world of gods, demons, immortals and saints whose power belongs to themselves. Ten thousand common people may not be as good as one noble and scholar-bureaucrat. Without their recognition and help, it is almost impossible for a country to pursue Mohist doctrine.
But the power of humanity lies in gathering people. In the past, the Emperor did not look down on the people... Meng Qi, Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu, and Qi Zhengyan looked at each other and saw the same meaning.
However, this will take a long time, and it will definitely not be completed in a year and a half. For now, let's try according to Zhao Laowu's suggestion.
After having a direction, the five people transformed the Mohist theory with their words, trying to soften it and make it less idealistic and unrealistic.
In the afternoon, Meng Qi, who is good at change, went out to investigate and found out that this world was Bole City in Han Dynasty. There was Bole Jun among the four princes of the countries. Apart from the Marquis of Han, he should be the most influential nobleman in Han Dynasty to attract many followers.
"Since we have a wide range of followers, we are not afraid of not seeing Mr. Bole." Meng Qi and others decided to use the brother of the Marquis of Han as a test stone.
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The rammed earth platform towered high, and the pavilions and buildings stood tall. Meng Qi pretended to be the "leader" and led Jiang Zhiwei and others to the residence of "Bole Jun".
Seeing that the five people were all very impressive, the concierge did not dare to neglect them and greeted them: "Your distinguished guest is here, what is your purpose?"
Meng Qi wears a black robe to make himself look mature, so that people can take him seriously and be willing to listen to his "doctrine".
I just think of myself as Junzi! He thought silently and spoke calmly: "I have often heard that Mr. Bole has the ability to know people, is approachable, and has a wide range of followers. He wants to eliminate the long-standing disadvantages of the Han Dynasty, so we took the liberty to come here."
As he spoke, his breath was spinning, and it was indescribable and difficult to describe in words. There was a looming sun and other ethereal phenomena flying around him, which frightened the concierge into a daze. He felt that he was more powerful than most of the lord's guests!
If you don't show your strength, I'm afraid you will only be received by the butlers, but after you show enough value, in the name of being "approachable" and "informal", Mr. Bole will definitely see you in person!
Sure enough, after the guest reported, "Bole Lord" Ji Wu directly greeted him at the gate and treated him very politely.
He has a young appearance, but his eyes are deep, and he has experienced the vicissitudes of life. His clothes are not simple but not gorgeous. He wears a beam crown on his head, and his breath is slightly exposed. The wind and thunder are condensed, excluding others.
"Grandmaster..." Meng Qi and others were slightly shocked.
Although I had already imagined how powerful the world of gods was, I never expected that a random noble would be a grandmaster.
Mr. Bole was very enthusiastic and walked with Meng Qi arm in arm. He also talked and laughed with Ruan Yushu, Zhao Heng and others, which made people feel like spring breeze.
While walking through the numerous palaces and pavilions, Meng Qi sensed the atmosphere of many exterior scenes. Some were subordinates of Lord Bole or some were his disciples, more than twenty years old.
"With the power of a country's top nobles, it is only less than the number of outdoor scenes of martial arts sects." Meng Qi felt shocked.
It is indeed a world of gods!
After entering the room, several people knelt down behind the desk and exchanged a few words. Mr. Bole cupped his hands and said, "Why do you guys come all the way to teach me?"
"I often hear that you want to eliminate the long-standing disadvantages of the Han Dynasty, but you don't know your own strength and come here to show your shame." Meng Qi knelt down and straightened his back.
Mr. Bole said seriously: "I am all ears."
Meng Qi slowly spoke according to what was discussed before: "One principle is to respect the virtuous and value talented people regardless of their status. Although the noble officials are strong, their number is limited. Although the common people's slaves are weak, their number is large. Even if the former has ten talents, , the latter is one in ten thousand, and it can be ten times, a hundred times or even a thousand times the former, so we must not ignore it.”
"As long as you can select talented people regardless of their superiority, teach martial arts, and provide help, given time, why should you worry about having no one available? Why worry about the accumulated disadvantages not being eliminated?"
Mr. Bole pondered for a long time and changed his title: "Sir, you can see thousands of miles. However, this is one of the disadvantages. If I select talents and teach martial arts widely, I may be framed as treason. And there is only one person among thousands who can be used. Compared with Noble officials spend a lot of money."
Meng Qi responded without hesitation: "That's why we need to use it sparingly and bury it sparingly."
"How many warriors can we raise by erecting this high platform and building this pavilion? The way to survive after death is elusive, so why waste all our wealth on it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Bole's face changed slightly: "I am a descendant of King Wen, a descendant of a god and man. After death, I can reach the sky. How can I be illusory? Sir, there is no need to say more!"
Meng Qi was a little stunned. He didn't even mention universal love and non-aggression, which was the most vulnerable to opposition. Just one funeral aroused fierce opposition from Mr. Bole. It was really difficult for Mohist doctrine to be preached to the upper class.
Mr. Bole didn't want to talk anymore, so he called the housekeeper and asked him to lead Meng Qi and others down and become his guests.
Meng Qi exchanged glances with Jiang Zhiwei and others, then suddenly stood up and saluted:
"Since you can't accept what I said, I'm tired of waiting, so I'll take my leave."
Mr. Bole persuaded him: "The five of you are knowledgeable and have extraordinary strength. You will be able to use them wherever you are."
"Can you take what I said?" Meng Qi asked seriously.
Mr. Bole looked hesitant: "No."
Meng Qi laughed and turned around:
"If you have different paths, don't work together!"
Mr. Bole's face was gloomy, but he thought about his reputation and did not stop the five of them from leaving.
After leaving the mansion, Meng Qi sighed to Jiang Zhiwei and others: "It's harder than imagined. The Moh family is indeed the enemy of the upper class."
"It seems that they attach great importance to things after death, and the idea of funerals must be changed." Zhao Heng frowned.
As a few people were sighing and moving forward, someone suddenly chased them from behind:
"The friends in front of me will stay!"
Meng Qi's hair suddenly stood up, luckily it wasn't a fellow Taoist who stayed behind! (A great pie-in-the-sky event, cool mobile phones are waiting for you! Follow click / Chinese website public account (add friends on WeChat - add public account - enter qdread), participate now! Everyone will win a prize, now Follow qdread WeChat official account!)