The Xuanzheng Hall was lit up, reflecting the snow outside.

It is the highest heart of the Great Zhao!

There are four sons here today.

Not every prince could attend court.

King Peng favored him because he was the eldest son. As long as he could give birth, that was his destiny.

The Crown Prince is above all the other princes. Even the King of Song has to yield to him.

The Prince of Zheng was naturally chosen for him by his mother, and he is also the most favored son of the current emperor.

Now, only the third brother is left out of the four.

Xie Yu became the Duke of Qi, but his position was at the back, and he was easily overshadowed by the many princes, dukes, and ministers in the court.

However, many people are paying attention to his statement now. He has special significance, and many people are making a fuss because of him.

Xie Qian wore a scholar's cap and a purple python robe, and his demeanor was in no way inferior to that of his second and fourth brothers.

With such a good opportunity, Xie Yu had nothing to hide: "Master Fushan is getting old, and even the Empress Dowager would not be able to bear it."

Xie Zhou retorted sharply: "Just because you're old doesn't mean you can ignore right and wrong?"

Xie Zhen followed up: "You're still taking advantage of the Empress Dowager's kindness. How shameless of you! Just because the Emperor can't bear to see you suffer, do you have any fatherly affection for him?"

Xie Jian stepped forward again: "Now that you know how reluctant the Empress Dowager is, you should feel even more ashamed!"

Xie Zhou proposed: "Be tolerant of those who deserve tolerance and forgive those who can be forgiven."

Xie Yun questioned, "Does Your Highness intend to force Master Fushan to his death?"

Xie Zhou retorted directly: "Is it to teach her what shame is?"

Xie Zhen was even more vehement: "Do you know what the law is! No one can trample on the law and the people and still act like an old thief!"

King Jing sighed, "The True Man Fushan has long since become a monk."

Xie Zhou asked curiously, "Does becoming a monk mean you can disregard the law and deceive your grandmother?"

Xie Zhen followed his second brother's words: "Becoming a monk to raise a son is a heretical path. Uncle Wang doesn't seem to be able to distinguish right from wrong either?"

King Jing, has he gone mad today?

Prince Shen wasn't surprised. Ever since he took up a sword, he was no longer the pampered child raised by his mother and elder sister. And being the emperor's favorite, it was time for him to be arrogant and domineering!

In other words, it's good that he didn't bully anyone, but a group of people still wanted to scheme against King Zheng?

Another insistence: "Master Fushan has profound Taoist cultivation."

Xie Zhen sneered: "Are you going to praise the bravery of the Protectorate Army? They dared to repel the royal army, they are truly invincible!"

Xie Zhou said, "Then he shouldn't be standing here; he should go to Zichan Mountain to be a strategist."

Open your mouth today.

This person can now leave Xuanzheng Hall and go to Zichan Mountain.

The others fell silent again.

It's not that we should remain silent about the Zichan Mountain incident, but rather that we need to carefully consider the current situation.

Xie Zhou understood; they would deal with it after the fight.

The imperial court will certainly not lose, but they need to be careful about the margin of victory or defeat, and they worry about this every day.

**

At Qing'e Palace, Huan Yue had already eaten breakfast.

Jing Wei braved the wind and snow to enter the palace.

Although the snow has stopped, the snow is still seven or eight inches thick, making the roads quite difficult to walk on.

When Jing Wei arrived at the tea room, it was quite warm inside, and she felt warm as well.

Because the windows were closed, it was dark inside. Huan Yue was concerned about the glass windows, but unfortunately, Han Oumo, being only half-baked, couldn't figure it out. Thumbs down.

After tidying up, Jing Wei sat down and said to the Empress, "A group of people ran to Baishi Village."

Huan Yue nodded.

Jing Wei said, "Many people went to Baishi Village to cause trouble. Most of them were confronted by the villagers."

Huan Yue thought to himself that most of the common people were fine, and only a small minority were troublemakers.

Jing Wei also disliked the situation, but she took it in stride: "Everyone was very enthusiastic about the construction, and the wages were generous, haha."

Huan Yue asked, "Is the construction going smoothly?"

Jing Wei nodded: "It went quite smoothly. Uncle Fumin thought about it and realized he still had some money, so he plans to repair the river embankment again. Although it won't be repaired until next year, everyone is still happy."

Huan Yue asked, "How is everyone's reaction to the matter in Guangping County?"

Jing Wei said, "Many people believe in Zichan Mountain, but there are also quite a few who criticize it."

Huan Yue nodded: "Zi Chan Mountain has reached a critical point. They don't care and have started to take other paths; but they don't know that doing this halfway through cultivation will be punished by heaven."

He might not be struck by lightning, but the emperor might strike him.

Jing Wei said, "Isn't the land in Guangping County going to be redistributed? That's what everyone is most looking forward to right now."

Huan Yue said, "You're always thinking about good things."

Even if you're not a troublemaker, it's not wrong to want good things.

Most people just think about it, and as long as the days are about right, they don't think about it anymore.

Land matters are long-term issues, and Huan Yue doesn't have the ability to manage them.

Jing Wei said, "Some Taoist priests have run away from Zichan Mountain, so it might decline in the future?"

Huan Yue said, "Not necessarily." Suddenly, he had an idea. "As long as it's more formal and genuine cultivation, it's not a problem."

Jing Wei looked at the Empress, wondering if she had any good ideas. However, she thought, "Zi Chan Mountain really needs to be properly managed. Once it becomes popular, everyone will rush there, ultimately ruining its spiritual energy."

Huan Yue nodded: "There should be enlightened masters, but they don't really manage things in terms of cultivation and doctrine. So we should work on them properly, because they also have a positive significance."

And they also appeased some Taoist priests.

The female historian stood to one side, getting into position.

Jing Wei was a little uncomfortable, but that's how it is for a crown princess, right?

Therefore, some of these stories were not passed down to the sages by anyone, and of course, historians were very tight-lipped about them.

Huan Yue didn't care: "Let's set up a major sect or an academy. If it's a sect, it can be jointly managed by the Chan Sect and the imperial court. Although there will be disagreements, we can resolve that later. The academy is much more flexible. Some students can become disciples, while others can decide to become monks. We can set aside a space for them to meditate, and then there are those who manage general affairs."

Jing Wei's eyes lit up as she thought, "Both methods are good. After all, Zichan Mountain is quite large, so doing both is feasible. How about separating the incense-burning activities on the mountain from the cultivation practices?"

Huan Yue said, “It’s like the model of an academy. Taoist temples are managed by those in charge of general affairs, while those who cultivate the Tao are in charge of their private cultivation. They teach when needed and sit in the hall when needed. They treat this as a job, and they get paid according to how much work they do.”

Jing Wei understood: "It means that cultivation and money are separated. Even if you are a True Person, you don't directly manage money."

That makes it very difficult to amass so much wealth.

Although there are countless ways to amass wealth.

Huan Yue thought to himself, "Let them be professors, and there will be performance evaluations."

Or they could be divided into nine ranks, like the external appointment system.

The Taoist temple became popular, and everyone got a share of the profits.

However, with the involvement of the imperial court, no matter how much money was earned, a large portion had to be used for charity to ensure that the real people lived a relatively good but not extravagant life.

Jing Wei could understand: "Taking from the people and using it for the people is a blessing in itself."

Huan Yue praised, "Smart."

Jing Wei blushed. Wasn't this something the Empress taught her? She was far inferior to the Empress.

Jing Wei plans to start a charity in Baishi Village.

Is it better to ensure your own standard of living before engaging in charity? It's meaningful and earns you respect.

The female historian, seeing that everything was clearly written down, felt that Zichan Mountain was finished.

If the sage were to make a firm decision, Mount Zichan would not be able to withstand it.

A palace attendant ran in to deliver a message: "The court thinks that Fushan Zhenren should commit suicide. She went to Li Shi crying."

Huan Yue blinked.

Jing Wei blinked.

This Master Fushan is quite interesting. Could it be that he wants to die with the Li family?

What else did the two have to say?