Up to now, among the embroidered envoys under Xu Mochen, there are also many immortal cultivators, and they deal with the problem more quickly.

The information of the prefectures and counties of the Great Qian, as well as the world of the ten directions, was transmitted back one after another and sent to the emperor.

Xu Mochen looked at it very seriously, this is a major event that affects the whole country.

The reaction of the Terrans, as he expected, was mixed.

Most of the worlds of the Ten Directions agreed, especially the Grammar Sect, which issued a mobilization order in the name of the sage.

"Today's saints have passed away in the eyes of mortals," Tang Derun knew that Xu Mochen was not clear, and explained in time, "In fact, he is just retiring from the mortal world, and he is actually still practicing his own way of cultivating immortals.

The saint of the grammar sect is usually said to be the saint of literature, and he is called the Duke of Zhou.

In fact, the earliest Duke of Zhou has long since fallen, and now it is just the inheritance of a name, and it has reached this generation."

Xu Mochen looked through the latest literary records, which are about 3,000 years old.

In other words, in the past three thousand years, what has been popular in Middle-earth is the way of the sage inherited by this Zhou Gong.

"For immortal cultivators, five hundred years is the Zhou Tianshou Yuan Tribulation, and eighty percent of them can't pass this level," Tang Derun explained, "After passing this level, you can generally soar into the Cloud Realm, and then face the thousand-year reincarnation tribulation.

This tribulation can eliminate nearly twenty percent of the immortal cultivators, and the remaining few will finally face the three thousand years of annihilation tribulation.

No one can survive these 3,000 years of annihilation, and the only way is to ascend and merge with the Heavenly Dao."

That is to say, every 500 years, 80% of the immortal cultivators die, every 1,000 years, the remaining 20 percent or so, and the last little bit will definitely die when the time comes.

All kinds of gods and Buddha titles, etc., actually rely on inheritance, and the real immortal cultivators before and after, I don't know how many generations have changed.

For example, Wensheng Zhou Gong is no longer the earliest Zhou Gong.

Xu Mochen was also a little embarrassed when he heard it: "There are immortals, but tens of thousands of years, in fact, three thousand years is equivalent to a big blood exchange."

Immortals can't really live forever, so they have to work hard to ascend to the Heavenly Dao.

The reason why the Cloud Upper Realm is noble is because they have survived the five hundred years of Shouyuan Zhou Heavenly Tribulation.

"Look at it this way," Xu Mochen shook his head, "Actually, the Immortal Dao is nothing remarkable."

"Your Majesty, it is much better than mortals," Tang Derun explained, "and this is the fate of heaven and earth, opening another window for all things to open up wisdom and prolong life, and I can't refuse."

"I understand," Xu Mochen put down the information, "so I'm a little skeptical, you look at the grammar sect, according to reason, their position should be against recruiting a large number of officials."

Resources are limited, and there is no reason to give them to others.

The top of the pyramid will definitely hold on.

"Wei Chen thinks that the Grammar Sect may have absolute self-confidence," Tang Derun took a different view, "They think that the extra charges should be people from their sect."

There is reason for this analysis, Xu Mochen thought for a while: "In that case, wouldn't they secretly take action against other people who came to the capital to take the imperial examination."

This can't be 100% sure, Tang Derun frowned: "If you really do that, the Grammar Sect will become the public enemy of the Ten Directions World."

"The Ministry of Officials is in charge of officials, and the Ministry of Rites is in charge of the imperial examination," Xu Mochen felt uneasy, "These two departments should be kept an eye on.

In addition, the students who come to the capital, whether they are immortal cultivators or human races, must also be properly responsible for their safety."

There was chaos, the capital fought, and it was themselves who lost.

Tang Derun wrote it down: "The selection ...... of the poor children of the states and counties."

"I have a plan in my heart," Xu Mochen already had a plan in his heart, "In order to avoid the leakage of the exam questions, I will tell you to handle it yourself at that time."

"In addition," he came to the window, opened it, and there was a faint air of clarity in the sky above the capital, which was the tone of literature, "The imperial examination is a major event, and these students are the pillars of the future cadres."

Well, if you notify the inns, hotels, and accommodation places in the capital, you will say the imperial court

Temporarily increase the consumption tax during the imperial examination period by 50%."

Tang Derun was stunned: "Your Majesty, you want to raise taxes suddenly?"

"It's just temporary," Xu Mochen didn't care, "Let them double the prices of all kinds of consumer goods such as inns, won't they still make money?"

Faint!

Emperors of all dynasties and dynasties gave preferential treatment to candidates during the imperial examination to improve their living standards.

It's good for you to directly raise the price of goods in the capital.

"Your Majesty......" Tang Derun felt that if this will continue, it is estimated that a group of students will spray Xu Mochen.

"It's okay," Dum Jun didn't care about his reputation, "These students, those who come to the capital are nothing more than immortal cultivators or children of the scholar clan, and silver is a trivial matter for them.

The extra income collected will be used to select the children of poor families in various states and counties, and we will need money to train them and print teaching materials in the future."

Nine-year compulsory education, that is the real state to contribute money and resources to benefit the people.

Xu Mochen felt that it was time to let the immortal cultivators do charity.

Tang Derun was helpless, he had to swallow his saliva hard.

I heard that Xu Mochen was still sighing: "Aiqing, look, the atmosphere in the sky above the capital is very strong!"

Tang Derun stumbled, that's not Wenqi, that's wealth, Your Majesty.

The main person in charge of the imperial examination is the Ministry of Rites.

The name of the Book of Rites is Ji Wenhe, and he is an immortal cultivator in the Buddhist cultivation world.

The words of the squire are called Wen Guanxian, but they are from the Sorcerer Sect.

Although the two are not from the Grammar Sect, because they are in charge of the imperial examination, they have a good relationship with the Grammar Sect, especially the saints.

Recently, the Ministry of Rites has been a concentration of public opinion, and the two of them are also extra cautious.

They closed the ceremonial hall and looked at a jade tablet in the hall.

"This is the sage's instructions to me," Wen Guanxian extracted the information, "meaning let's clean up some of the garbage first, that is, the children of the scholar clan."

Ji Wenhe pondered for a while: "Brother, although you and I have different official positions, they can be regarded as old friends, Ming people don't say secret words, what does my brother think?"

Wen Guanxian put down the jade tablet: "Since the elder brother said so, the younger brother, I will say it directly.

Wendao belongs to the sage, and the official is the matter of the ministry, and our Ministry of Rites is actually Zhang Luo's imperial examination.

The meaning of the sage is nothing more than that he wants his grammar sect to dominate, first to get rid of the scholars, and then to be the students of other worlds.

The purpose of informing us is nothing but to kill people with a sword."

"Brother Gao Jian," Ji Wenhe gave a thumbs up, "so my brother thinks that if we make a move, we may just take the blame for others."

Those who do do it must be someone else behind them."

Wen Guanxian nodded: "But if you don't make a move, after all, you are a saint, and if you have opinions about us in the future, I'm afraid you and I won't know how to die."

"This matter needs to be considered in the long run," Ji Wenhe agreed, "Brother thinks that we should pull a shield to block it for us."

Wen Guanxian was puzzled: "Then who is the most suitable for this shield?"

Ji Wenhe smiled: "It's none other than Your Majesty!"