Chapter 83 The world belongs
to all The night is very dark, and a spark flickers.
The thunderstorm was beating outside the window, and the sound was audible.
Midsummer has arrived and there has been a lot of rain, which has painted the sky a dark color, obscured the starry sky, and even the bright moon has disappeared.
There is only one ray of bright light, still shining faintly in the dark season, illuminating the suffocating darkness.
A tall and burly figure, like a giant, was hidden in the darkness, holding a candle in his hand, reading the letter in front of him word by word.
His resolute and steady gaze looked through those words and looked at the endless and vast earth in the distance, at the mortals who were still struggling, and his look of sorrow and misery grew stronger.
The more a person understands the world, the more distant the crying sounds he hears.
In the summer of the 37th year of Zongming, the news of Zhang Qihang's defeat in the Hengjie Mountains finally spread throughout Dayue.
In just over a month, eighteen rebel groups rose up.
Among the eighteen rebels, the most powerful were Huang Chao and Huang Tianjun who started the rebellion in Yangzhou, as well as the leader of the White Lotus Sect and his followers in Yuzhou.
With a single call, the whole world will rebel!
Facing the already stretched and weakened Four-Nation Alliance, Dayue had to deal with endless internal rebellions. The situation was chaotic.
The government's response strategy can be summed up in just four words.
Conscription and tax increase.
Recruit soldiers to resist the enemy and increase taxes and levies.
It cannot be said that there is anything wrong, it’s just that there is no way to survive.
Thinking that patriotism requires citizens to make selfless contributions to their country is eroding their loyalty to the country.
Even parents have a moment when they lose patience with their children. Thousands of knots will eventually turn into reins, strangling this aging country.
Mo Qiu didn't make any move for a long time.
The closed wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Gong walked in hurriedly. The sounds of wind and rain poured into the room. The small candle flickered, casting a shadow that seemed thousands of feet high, constantly lengthening and shortening.
Gong, who was soaking wet, came to Mo Qiu anxiously and said in a deep voice: "Master, Emperor Zongming will hold a grand sacrifice in front of the Wanshou Palace tomorrow. This time, someone in the palace actually summoned you to participate. Their intentions are sinister and must be investigated!"
Since the incident in Yuzhou last year, Mo Qiu's reputation has soared, and he is even more powerful than Huang Chao and the White Lotus Sect leader.
After all, who doesn’t like a chivalrous man who serves his country and his people?
Although outsiders could not accept the Mohists' austerity and strict system, they still respected them very much and even respectfully called Mo Qiu Mozi.
This somewhat detached reputation is different from that in the officialdom; it is a reputation that is truly earned with the blood and sweat of Mohists and is defended with their lives.
They carry the hearts of the people, do upright things, and save lives from suffering. There is no other group of people in the world who is more open-minded and proud than them.
However, Emperor Zong Ming's summons was obviously not because he valued the morality of Mohism, but because he wanted to use the power of Mohism to conquer the rebels.
It had been ten years since the Mohist School was founded. It was not until the smoke of war spread all over the country that Emperor Zong Ming finally remembered that the Mohist School was still useful.
What the hell were you doing this morning?
In the temple, rotten wood is the official; between the steps of the palace, beasts eat the salary. The people with wolves and dogs are in power, and the servile people are in power. The Mohists are discarded like old shoes. When the country is about to fall, they think of them. How can such a good thing happen!
The blood of the Mohists can be shed, but it cannot be shed in vain.
"Emperor Zong Ming just wants to use us as a knife. Once you go there, it will be widely publicized. By then, it will be difficult to withdraw! Even if Master Mo has no intention of competing, he should not step into such a vortex!"
Gong said anxiously. After receiving the news, he rushed here in the heavy rain, fearing that he would be late.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the big moon had come to an end.
Why should the Mohist School get involved in filth at this time? If you can't turn the tide and save the collapsing building, it's better to wait for the broken bricks and tiles to decay and then start over to repair the broken mountains and rivers. It's better than staying in the imperial capital and not being reused, and being constrained everywhere! Can the Huang Dynasty and the White Lotus Sect leader be stronger than the Mohist Master?
In terms of benevolence and love for the people, who can compare with Master Mo in the past thousands of years! Looking at Gong who was restless, Mo Qiu said, "Too many."
"What?" Gong was stunned and didn't understand.
Mo Qiu pointed to the letters in front of him that came from all over the world and repeated, "There are too many people who want to achieve something."
He looked outside the door and seemed to see the chaos and war in Dayue where many heroes rose up.
"People with ability always want to make a career. They rush to do it, fearing that they will be a few steps behind others. But those careers will eventually fall into fame and fortune."
As Mo Qiu spoke, his dark face looked exceptionally calm.
As early as more than a decade ago, his martial arts had reached the top of the world. If he really wanted fame and fortune, why did he go through the trouble of establishing the Mohist School? Not to mention that after getting the immortal fate, he would rather give it to Emperor Zong Ming to quell the disaster in Yuzhou.
"In today's world, the strong rob the weak, the many oppress the few, the deceitful deceive the foolish, and the noble despise the humble. No matter how good the original intention is, once it is mixed with profit, everything will change.
What we have to do is never to add fuel to the fire, but to keep the fire burning until the fuel is exhausted." Mo Qiu looked at his disciples and said seriously.
"you"
Gong opened his lips and wanted to say something, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he felt his cheeks burning.
I don’t know whether to say that Master Mo’s vision is too big or that my vision is too small.
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"The way of the great Dao is to make the world a common good. People of our generation should establish their hearts for the heaven and earth, establish their destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the past sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity!
If I have done my best but failed to achieve my goal, I will have no regrets. Who can criticize me?"
Mo Qiu put down the letter in his hand and finally made up his mind.
Boom boom
Thunder roared down from the sky, and the sky and earth turned pure white.
The sound of thunder and rain is getting weaker and weaker, and this rain will eventually pass.
Promoting the benefits of the world and eliminating the harm of the world. Speaking of it, it is full of lofty sentiments, but when it comes to practical matters, it is inevitable that there will be various worries.
But now there is no need to worry about anything, it won't get worse.
Gong's breathing became rapid.
We should establish our mind for the heaven and earth, our mission for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity!
Even just hearing these words is enough to make people excited, but this is what they always do.
Knowing that it is impossible to do something but still doing it is the most valuable thing.
The fire is there, and moths will come to it.
There are so many pragmatic people in this world that they are too numerous to count and there is no need to promote them.
There has to be someone who does the work.
Such enlightenment is knowing, but how many people can do it? The reason why Mo Qiu is Mo Qiu is because he combines knowledge and action.
"Send all the Mohists to Yuzhou."
Mo Qiu waved his hand, his mind made up, "Tomorrow I will go to the Wanshou Palace."
You may not believe it, but I have been sitting here since midnight to finally finish writing this chapter. I have been deleting and revising it, but I always feel that it is not satisfactory and has no flavor. I sit in front of the computer and stare blankly.
If I write this kind of plot again, I will be an idiot!
This torturous drama is finally coming to an end!
Overall, I am quite satisfied with it. It is definitely not something I write just for the sake of writing. There are many easier ways to write something pretentious and embarrassing than this. Why do I have to do such a thankless task?
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