"It seems to make sense." Zhao Jiu nodded, picked up the wine and drank it all, but shook his head again, and pointed to the Xuanyuan Hall behind him. "But if that's the case, what about the person behind you?"

Several gentlemen, including the two marshals, were stunned and did not react for a while.

"He was just sitting there..." Zhao Jiu continued, pointing to the back. "And he was sitting higher than me, closer to heaven and earth. Doesn't that mean that all our achievements over the past ten years should be attributed to him? And think about it, didn't we pay homage to him and thank him the day before yesterday?"

Everyone looked up in confusion, only then did they realize what the official was talking about.

Behind is the Xuanyuan Hall, where sits Li Er. Of course, Li Er is just a name, an incarnation of Daozu, who is Dao! He is the embodiment of the fundamental Dao of heaven and earth!

The government owns the four seas, but the four seas were all given by the Taoist ancestor.

The official is the Son of Heaven, but the Taoist himself contains the Heaven.

This is a truth that everyone knows, and from this point of view, what Emperor Zhao said seems to make sense...

But, so... everyone knows that it is just a wood sculpture coated with gold powder!

"Officials."

Just when the men were somewhat distracted, another man stood up tremblingly. It was Jingsai County Prince Yang Yizhong, who bowed his head earnestly. "Your Highness is the Emperor, and the Taoist is a deity. They don't interfere with each other, so don't worry about these things..."

"God! Emperor! Prime Minister! Marshal!" Zhao Jiu sighed, then stood up and looked back at another prince, Liu Yan. "Pingfu, please bring out the person sitting in the hall..."

Yang Yizhong raised his head, his face was pale; Lu Haowen, Zhao Ding and seven or eight civil officials in the room who were as quick-witted as Lin Jingmo, all raised their heads and stared at Emperor Zhao, as if they were thinking about something; Liu Yan, on the other hand, was a little confused like the others, but he didn't care much. After receiving the imperial edict, he immediately signaled.

Although the guards didn't know why the emperor was drunk, how could a wooden sculpture hesitate? If Daozu really blamed them, he couldn't blame them through the emperor, right?

So, a moment later, a huge wooden sculpture that had obviously been coated with gold powder not long ago and had received incense just yesterday was carried out and placed on the empty altar behind Emperor Zhao.

Zhao Jiu poured himself another glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. He then stood up drunkenly and ordered a squad leader, "Go to the woodshed and get me an axe."

The people who were already slightly tipsy just felt a buzzing in their heads, and almost all of them were dumbfounded, and then became panicked.

But the one who reacted the most was Prince Jingsai.

"Officials!"

Yang Yizhong ignored everything and walked directly to the steps between Emperor Zhao and the wooden sculpture, then knelt sideways and kowtowed. "Now that things have come to this, why should the emperor care?"

"Zhengfu, I don't care. I just want to do an original science experiment in front of you gentlemen." Zhao Jiu laughed again. "If I don't do this experiment, I will feel uncomfortable... Think about it, it is us and the people of the world who have worked hard for ten years. How come according to your logic, in the end, it is just the credit of a woodcarver like him? This is unfair!"

Coming back to their senses, some tried to agree but immediately shut up, some had already turned pale, some blushed, and some just looked at it with a sense of relief as if the boot had dropped.

But Yang Yizhong was the most nervous.

A moment later, the guard brought the axe for chopping wood. Yang Yizhong took it first, bowed again, and said sincerely:

"Your Majesty! If you insist on doing this, I am willing to do it for you!"

"I am willing to do it for you." Although Han Shizhong didn't quite understand, he immediately followed.

"No need... Zhengfu." Zhao Jiu shook his head and held out his hand. "I would rather be punished by God today than do it myself... And, can you really bear to see me dodge like this? Give it to me... Give it to me!"

Yang Yizhong hesitated for a moment, but finally handed over the axe anxiously, but he almost cried. At this moment, Zhang Jun also suddenly panicked, which attracted Han Shizhong, who was "failed to do the job" nearby, to come and look in surprise - the official was just drunk and chopped a wooden statue of a god, could he really be punished by heaven?

If this is the case, he should have been punished in Yan'an Prefecture thirty years ago for splashing water on Han Wu.

What's going on one by one?

However, Zhao Jiu did not allow many people to think wildly. He took the axe, gritted his teeth again, and finally walked forward under the influence of alcohol. When he reached the front of the statue, he sighed:

"Old man... it doesn't matter if you have a spirit or not... I have finally accomplished my mission today and now I am here to see you again... You can do whatever you want, I will do it anyway."

After expressing his feelings, Zhao Jiu stepped on the opponent's knee, swung the axe, half-raised his body, and chopped down hard at the forehead of the wooden sculpture of the Taoist ancestor.

The axe was struck with such force that it wedged itself into his forehead and could not be removed.

Zhao Jiu tried twice and simply gave up. He jumped down and stomped his feet hard on the ground. Then he looked up at the sky.

But there was no change in the sky. The autumn wind was still blowing and the sun was setting. The only one who caught up was Yang Yizhong, who was already sitting down beside him, sweating all over.

"Damn immortal emperor."

After a while, Zhao Jiu, who was also sweating, suddenly muttered something in a low voice. Although the voice was low, it was loud enough for all the important officials in the silent courtyard. Turning around, the official pointed at the wooden sculpture with an axe on its forehead and smiled at the people below. "My lords, this Taoist ancestor seems to be reasonable. He knows that the credit belongs to us mortals, so he didn't get angry... But you, don't learn from me, because I haven't achieved the right result yet, and I don't have such tolerance!"

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