Faith and philosophy are inherently exclusive, and if you believe in one, you will not be able to believe in the other. Believing in Marx's materialism cannot explain Christ and God, believing in communism means dealing with the contradictions of capital, and under normal circumstances, the more determined believers are, the more unable they are to accept anything other than faith.

Interestingly, occasionally there will be people who accept the coexistence of multiple beliefs in their hearts, absorb the essence of all aspects, use religion to strengthen their hearts, use Confucianism and Taoism to behave in the world, and then use Sun Tzu's Art of War to defeat the enemy.

The last such outstanding person was named Zheng He, and Confucianism allowed him to gain a foothold in the imperial court, winning the support of hundreds of officials and the trust of Emperor Yongle; He visited the countries of Nanyang with an open and pluralistic religious belief, sat down and discussed, and insisted on sailing with firm faith; He also used brutal means and deceitful tactics to eliminate the enemies who coveted the Ming fleet.

Lan Daoxing sat in the pavilion, no different from him on the altar of the palace.

He didn't have the fame of Zheng He, and he could never have it, but he didn't care.

He firmly believes in the four words of "the unity of knowledge and action", and he firmly believes that "knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a thing", and he has to practice his conscience and the truth of his determination in a down-to-earth manner, without hesitation, without panic, without self-blame for means, and without being afraid of results, calm and resolute.

Lan Daoxing silently completed what he should have done all over the world, but he didn't dare to do. He has never been as knowledgeable as he is at this moment, even if he has been ignoring things other than cultivation for ten years, even if he has made up one immortal reply after another to deceive the emperor, but he has a clear conscience and a clear mind.

This time, the emperor's question was simpler and purer than before, he was already at a loss for state affairs, and the southern and northern captives were fighting with the party, and only asked a very fundamental question to the gods - how to govern the country?

Lan Daoxing waited for this question for a long, long time, and he sent the answer that had been prepared for a long time - near loyalty and far rape.

The emperor asked, who is loyal and who is treacherous?

The fairy replied: Those who know are self-judged.

Yes, Jiajing actually already has the answer in his heart, behind every traitor and corrupt official, there must be an emperor who understands him completely and connives.

Yan Song couldn't have imagined that his downfall would be just because of such a simple conversation, but Yan Song would eventually think that Wang Zhi didn't figure this out until he died.

Lan Daoxing is such a person, although he is a Taoist priest, it does not affect his belief in learning, self-cultivation and self-cultivation.

During the meditation, a Confucian old man in his sixties and a middle-aged man in a white robe entered the pavilion.

Lan Daoxing slowly opened his eyes and nodded at the two of them.

The power of thought, which unites people, in this moment, is stronger than interests.

The two sat down one after another, poured tea, and replaced wine with tea.

"How to govern the country! How stupid is it for someone to ask such a question! The middle-aged man put down his cup and scolded, "This should have been asked when he first ascended the throne!" ”

"Yan Song has fallen, and the students have nothing to worry about." Lan Daoxing turned to look at the old man, "I only hope that Xu Gong will work hard to turn the tide and benefit the world." ”

The nearly sixty-year-old man sighed: "The strict party has misled the country for many years, and it will take time to cure it completely, so how can I not realize that it is already the year of the sixtieth year......

"Does Duke Xu have a suitable successor?" The middle-aged man asked.

Xu Jie sighed again when he heard this, there was nothing else in these years, he was mainly sighing: "Yes, it's just that he doesn't want to enter my king's gate." ”

"He who has no roots." The man sighed as well.

"Otherwise, if you talk about Huigen, if this person recognizes the second in the world, no one dares to recognize the first, I have been in the dynasty for many years, and I have seen too many smart people, but only he is worthy of the words 'extremely smart'."

The man followed and said: "Since there is no one to preach, after Duke Xu takes power, it is better to cleanse the strict party and only seek clarity in the world." ”

Xu Jie sighed again and shook his head: "Freezing three feet, it's not a day's cold." ”

"Gong Xu, you have to do something."

"Although Yan Song has fallen, the Yan Party has not been cleared, the emperor has been with Yan Song for many years, and he will miss the old in the future, and this battle is far from the end."

"Otherwise, we should take advantage of the situation to march forward all the way, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and the strict party will be like a tumor, if it is not cut clean, it will come back in a few days."

"He Xinyin, I haven't gained a firm foothold in the cabinet yet, so I'm in a hurry."

"There is no room for delay."

Lan Daoxing did not pay attention to the dispute between the two, but sat up again. He does not understand or care about these party struggles, and he has already completed the highest degree of his ability and ideological understanding, and has reached his highest level.

This is also the unity of knowledge and action.

……

At the cargo port on the main island of Penghu, Hu Changan, the leader of Yang Changfan's subordinates, and the Franco merchant Kalai fell into a dispute, and when they were about to make a move, Yang Changfan and Xu Wenchang rushed to hear the news.

This is actually a contradiction that happens in Penghu every day, but this time the interests involved are relatively large, and Hu Changan really can't bear it.

In Wang Zhi's era, the ships of the Fur Rang Machine usually did not go to the north of Quanzhou, they only needed to trade with Wang Zhi's fleet here, and then went north was time-consuming and laborious, and there were dangers, but that kind of trade was very inconvenient, and the two sides always had to carry out small batches in the middle of the night, and there was not enough cargo room for temporary storage.

Now that Penghu is built, both sides are much more convenient, the Furlong machine can store the goods in the Penghu warehouse in advance, and only need to sign the pledge when trading, and Yang Changfan fleet will count and transport it away. Although Penghu is farther away than Quanzhou, there is no longer the delay of waiting for each other's appointments and the danger of being attacked by the Ming court and the scattered thieves.

At first, such a model was smooth sailing and convenient for everyone. However, the Franco merchant is a merchant after all, and the merchant can quickly find out the problem here.

They found that in many cases, Yang Changfan's fleet did not need to transport the goods away at all, but directly resold and distributed them to civilian ships to and from Penghu, and only the goods that went to Kyushu were personally transported.

Previously, there were not many private ships that dared to smuggle here, just because Fujian was also plagued by pirates, and no one dared to rob the shipowner's business. And now that Yang Changfan occupies Penghu, the scattered bandits along the coast of Fujian have either been cleared, gone elsewhere, or surrendered, and the coastal order has been much better. On the other hand, Yang Changfan advocated the distribution of bulk goods, and did not personally handle the goods to and from the mainland, and private businessmen and even officials saw that it was profitable, and the exchanges became closer and closer in the past six months, which also created a prosperous trade scene in Penghu.

It's just that the Franco merchants are not very happy, taking spices as an example, the goods transported by a standard fleet can be exchanged for about 10,000 taels worth of goods from Yang Changfan and returned to Europe, while Yang Changfan is bulk on the spot, reselling the spices he sent from afar at two or three times the price, and at the same time exchanging silk cloth at a low price and reselling the Franco machine at a high price, sitting on a chair and doing it without moving. (To be continued.) )