Don’t worry, don’t worry, there are still variables.
The final variable has arrived.
The variables finally fell on the old emperor.
Whether it was a childhood coup or the emperor personally leading the army to war.
His life was a legend, but he eventually grew old.
Centralization of power, handling government affairs for a long time, the old emperor is a mortal, and his body and energy are insufficient.
How could he withstand the magic and Confucian practices on him?
Although he sat upright with his eyes as big as copper bells, showing the power of an emperor, everyone present could feel it.
His life began to decline rapidly.
For a moment, everyone present stopped.
The old Taoist priest finally opened his eyes.
"Your Majesty, why are you doing this?"
The old emperor said the last words of his life.
"I will die too, Teacher, when will you die?"
He was the one who founded the Great Qi Dynasty and fought bravely throughout his life. He knew that his health was deteriorating. Without him, how could the prince manage this room full of people?
He wanted to pave the way for his descendants, but he ultimately couldn't survive the old Taoist priest.
The old emperor still sat upright on the dragon throne, but he was no longer alive.
A generation of emperor fell.
The acting headmaster was furious, Confucius was so talented that the great monk of the Buddhist sect also changed his target of attack.
The eight great wizards withstood three full-force attacks, but they were well prepared.
The four great wizards burned their bodies and withstood all attacks.
The other four had already escaped.
There was no trace of the Taoist Saint in the imperial study.
Confucius narrowed his eyes.
"Now that things have come to this, I have an immature suggestion. Would you two be willing to listen to me?"
"The gods are scattered and need a unified administration. I suggest establishing a heavenly court within the immortal world, with Buddhists and Taoists each sending their personnel to serve there. What do you think?"
The Confucians' true colors are revealed. They don't care what the old emperor is like, nor do they care what the world is like.
They want to set rules for this world and for gods and Buddhas.
After all, Confucianism emphasizes etiquette, and etiquette is also rules.
The big monk put his hands together and recited scriptures, as if to tacitly agree.
The acting headmaster sat dejectedly. How could he not see that he had fallen into the conspiracy of the Confucian school?
In his ears, the scolding that Dao Sheng had once given him seemed to echo.
"madness!"
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