"Brother Gu, why don't you continue listening? I think what the owner of the ink pavilion said is very good! ”

was dragged away, Wang Mang was somewhat reluctant.

"It's not good, what you said doesn't count." Gu Dan shook his head slightly.

Moqiu wants to use his own set of "Ming Ghost" theory to replace the unhealthy atmosphere of asking for immortals and asking for things now, and the idea is certainly very good.

However, how can people's selfish desires be bridged by telling some truths?

Emperor Zongming did not fail to make great efforts, and it was precisely after making great efforts that he felt that everything in the world was no longer attractive to him, so he began to completely rot.

Asking for immortals is just one way, even if there are no Fang Shi and the like, maybe they will nest in the palace and become a carpenter.

Unless the emperor can be replaced, Gu Dan doesn't think Moqiu's method is useful.

"Brother Gu thinks that the master of the Ink Pavilion is doing useless work? Then why not dissuade him? Wang Mang understood with a slight movement of his brain, and immediately asked.

"How to persuade? On what basis? Brother Mo wants to do something for the common people in the world...... If I don't help, I'm already ruthless, so why bother to be sarcastic and dissuade and add blockage to my heart? It's better to do something than nothing. ”

Gu Dan paused and said: "Some people have a high status and enjoy all the offerings, but they only have their own one-third of an acre of land in their hearts. Some people are humble, but they really care about the people of the world. To the former, no matter how noble and lowly he is; For the latter, no matter how weak he is, he is respectable. ”

"Oh."

Wang Mang nodded as if he didn't understand, feeling that the adults were really troublesome.

......

In the twenty-seventh year of Zongming, the construction of the Wanshou Immortal Palace finally began.

The number of conscription launched did not reach 300,000, and Emperor Zongming was not old and faint after all, and he still had some points in his heart.

Most of the tens of thousands of conscripts in the first batch were mainly sons-in-law and businessmen, and the impact was actually not great, and it was far from the point of losing money and labor.

It's just that no one can say what the scale will be next time.

The only thing that is certain is that the construction of the Wanshou Immortal Palace is imperative and unstoppable.

In the same year, Mo Qiu left the Mojia Martial Arts Hall and began to promote his own ideas.

Because of his family, after Moqiu gathered a group of followers who believed in his ideas, others began to refer to his ideas as "Mojia", and the people who followed him were Moji.

The most important propositions of the Mohists are: Ming ghosts, Tianzhi, supplemented by Shangxian, Shangtong, non-life, non-music, festival funeral, and economy.

There is no need to talk about the Ming ghosts, and the Heavenly Wills are based on the criteria established by the Ming ghosts, that is, the highest standard, which is the clear law of the world.

Vaguely, Moqiu seemed to be about to start a sect.

On the other hand, it was the monks who were extremely unhappy.

Moqiu's ghosts almost pointed their noses and scolded them for being crooked, can this be endured?

It's just that Qingfeng Guan can't find the immortals who have appeared, and the Mo family naturally can't find where the supreme ghost and god are.

The two sides quarreled back and forth, mostly some verbal battles, but they could be regarded as restraint.

In the Temple of Nourishing the Heart.

Emperor Zongming was dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a scroll of Taoist scriptures, and quietly flipped through it.

Father-in-law Fang on the side walked over in small steps.

"What's the matter?"

Emperor Zongming was fifty years old, still in good spirits, and closed the Tao Sutra casually.

"Your Majesty, there has suddenly been a Mo family in the imperial capital recently. The person at the head is called Moqiu, and it is said that his martial arts are extraordinary, and most importantly, he admires the concept ...... "Father-in-law Fang carefully and in detail told the interesting things that happened in the imperial capital recently."

Including not long ago, Qing Pingzi personally went down to discuss with Moqiu, but in the end he didn't win.

This move made the Mo family famous, and it was finally worthy of the emperor's ears.

"Oh? Ming ghost? Punish the evil and promote the good? ”

The expression on Emperor Zong Ming's face made people unable to see joy and anger at all, "It's true that there hasn't been anything new in the imperial capital for a long time, and if you can force Qing Pingzi to retreat, that Moqiu is also amazing!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Father-in-law Fang immediately understood.

"Do you want to summon Moqiu into the palace to see him?" Father-in-law Fang asked intimately.

Although Emperor Zongming did not go to court, he did not say anything about the mastery of hundreds of officials, and he also summoned all kinds of strange people among the people.

Even in the face of Buddhism who did not believe in it at all, he once summoned a Zen master who did not understand it to talk about the Dharma for a few days.

He's really inclusive in that regard.

"It's okay, I haven't seen outsiders for a long time, and I'm tired of looking at the faces of hundreds of officials." Staring at the Dao Sutra in his hand, Emperor Zong Ming nodded slightly.

Gonggong Fang knew in his heart that the emperor was tired of the hundred officials, and his tolerance for Qingfeng was almost over.

Fifteen years of seeking immortals asked, the annual consumption of pills alone is hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, not counting the rest of the expenses.

But Xiangrui presented it wave after wave, where is there any opportunity to ask?

Now that the dragon body is still safe, it's just that it is difficult for the Taoist scriptures that were used to be like a guide to calm down and continue to look at it, and it is not bad to let the ink mound that suddenly ran out give Qingfeng some eye medicine.

......

The chances of entering the palace were much faster than Moqiu thought.

The Mo family had just gained some momentum, and they had not yet done anything important to eliminate violence and peace, so they were suddenly summoned.

Murphy is a mixed bag.

Happily, Emperor Zong Ming was not completely ignorant of the outside world; Worriedly, he couldn't guarantee that this time he would be able to change Emperor Zongming's mind.

Summoning strange people is not the same as playing against monarchs and ministers, the former depends on the emperor's likes and dislikes, and every sentence must be carefully considered.

If the emperor is too lazy to listen, it will be a bamboo basket to draw water.

If you accidentally anger Long Yan, it's hard to say whether you can keep a whole corpse, and you may even endanger your relatives and friends.

You didn't see that the second prince was advised in the Palace of Heart Cultivation, and they were directly thrown to the bitter cold land of the frontier, and indirectly helped to set up the prince.

In the meantime, the severity needs to be carefully considered.

Unconsciously, time passed, Moqiu bathed in incense, and the time had come for the emperor to summon him.

After being inspected by the palace guards, the two fathers-in-law led him towards the Heart Cultivation Palace.

With his breath alone, Mo Qiu can be sure that the martial arts of these two fathers-in-law have definitely reached the pinnacle.

And that's not even counting the Forbidden Army who are out there.

Obviously, to summon a dangerous strongman like him, the precautions must be extremely tight.

Following the two fathers-in-law into the Heart Cultivation Palace, Moqiu saw Emperor Zongming at a glance.

Emperor Zong Ming was dressed in a Taoist robe, and there were no other decorations, his eyes were radiant, his eyes were bright, he looked at Moqiu carefully, clapped his hands and said: "Sure enough, he is a good man, come here, give him a seat!" ”

A chair was moved and placed ten paces away from the Emperor.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Murky bowed.

His height is different from ordinary people, if he is standing, he will inevitably make people look up, and there is a chair that can somewhat make up for these embarrassments.

"I heard that a few days ago, Qing Pingzi came to you for a debate, but you were speechless?" Emperor Zong Ming sat on the chair, one hand against his cheeks, looking very relaxed, "What do you mean by the Ming ghost?" ”