Chapter Seventy-Three: There Is No Way in the World

In front of the desk, Moqiu sat quietly, his tall and burly body seemed to be straight like a copper wall, which made people feel reassuring at a glance.

"Giant, this is the situation in all places where we investigated......"

One of them walked briskly, gazing at Moqiu with admiration, and placed the letters that the rest of the inkmen had sorted out in front of him.

Taking the letter, Moqiu swept it one by one at a very fast speed, his already dark cheeks became a little darker, and his frowning brow told of his depressed mood.

"Locust plagues, floods, droughts, displaced people......"

Moqiu opened his mouth several times, but the indescribable bitterness filled his heart, and every word spit out was so jerky and dry.

This year, disasters were frequent in the territory of Otsuki.

However, Emperor Zongming's sixtieth birthday is coming, and the Wanshou Immortal Palace is urgent.

Now there are really 300,000 people working at the foot of Shoushan - maybe even more!

In order to meet the deadline and not delay the auspicious day, the officials did everything they could, and they decided to complete the finishing work of the Wanshou Immortal Palace before Emperor Zongming's birthday.

Natural disasters continue, but the government decree is strict!

The Mohists are sandwiched between the people and the officials, but they do not want to only seek fame and fortune like Qingfeng Guan, but want to do something that benefits the country and the people.

But now he can't even see Emperor Zongming.

To be precise, since entering the immortal stone, Emperor Zongming never wanted to see him again, although on the surface he praised and gave the ink man some privileges, but it was all inconsequential.

It's a pity to say that it's a pity to abandon it, and it should be said that it's useless!

At most, the Mo family can only punish some bandits and bullies and defeat some clan gentry...... This is all the result of Emperor Zongming's opening up of the net.

Further up, it is the duty of the official family, and the insurmountable chasm.

The predicament faced by the Mo family, Mo Qiu could not be clearer.

So far, he's done the limit of what he can, even if it seems like a drop in the bucket.

"Giant, we have rescued nearly 10,000 victims during this period of time, including 732 bullies and bandits, and nearly half of them have embezzled land and persecuted the people......" The disciple continued to tell.

Moqiu waved his hand and suddenly asked, "Gong, what do you think, what are we doing?" ”

The disciple who was called Gong immediately replied, "Cut down the evil and eliminate the evil, and benefit the country and the people!" ”

"No, I'm not asking that. I'm asking you, what do you think it would be like if you kept doing this? Moqiu stood up, his tall body like a fortified city, looked at this disciple, and asked a heartfelt question.

Since the expansion of the Mo family, among the more than 3,000 disciples, there are more than 70 worthy of his attention and cultivation, and the most troublesome one was simply thrown to Gu Dan by him.

Among the more than 70 disciples who paid attention, Gongli was eloquent, eloquent, capable, and well-versed, which he admired the most.

After Gong Shangguo left temporarily, Gong has been by his side to help with things, and he is a person who truly understands morality and hard work.

If the Mo family also wants to have something like a senior brother, in addition to the public shang, it can only be a tribute.

Gong thought for a moment and said very sincerely: "I will save some people, and then I will get an excellent reputation." ”

"Ha ......"

Murky laughed, "Do you think I'm doing this for fame?" ”

"The bright moon is shining, and the rotten grass never dares to compare, so I can only look at it." Gong replied.

Moqiu shook his head slightly and said, "In my place, there is no need to say these lies, just tell the truth." ”

"Alright then!"

Gong pointed to the news gathered by many ink writers on the bookcase, and said coldly: "Therefore, the body of one person is the reason of all things. The reason of all things is in one person. Therefore, all the people of the world, who see the hunger, cold, and sickness of the world, will mourn them; Seeing that there are grievances in the world, those who are depressed and depressed will be angry, sad and angry, and have no choice but to do so, and the origin of the official is also.

Today, the gentry, the clan, and the wealthy are all moths; locust infestation, waterlogging, drought, thousands of miles of red land; Faint kings, eunuchs, mediocre ministers, powerless to return to the sky! The ink master gathers the thoughts of all people with the strength of one person, but he hits a wall everywhere, not incompetent, but really there is no way in the world! ”

The ink master can wear straw sandals, measure the world, affirm morality, and recruit disciples, and even all ink masters can take the ink master as an example, Qiu Brown as the clothes, and the stumbling as the clothing, day and night, with self-suffering as the extreme, without fear of life and hardship, poverty and poverty.

But even if all the ink masters achieved this level, how much could they save?

The emperor built a large number of buildings, and with just one sentence, hundreds of thousands of people left their homes, and millions of people left their homes; The officials sang songs night and night, eating with fat stomachs, and had no intention of the people's suffering; Shang Jia Haoqiang saw that the money was open, and the more dangerous it was, the more he sought a hundredfold profit......

The country is no longer a country, there is no way in the world, how can the Mo family, who is still practicing morality, not be struggling here?

An An is still starving, how can the praying mantis go forward!

A carriage that spreads its hooves and rushes to the end of the road, even if a group of people try hard to tighten the reins, will inevitably slide into the abyss.

Murphy listened quietly, his swarthy face covered with frost and snow.

Of course, he would not fail to understand what Gong meant.

There was a more radical disciple of Bigon who remained with him, and he had to repeat it in his ear many times a day, and his ears were almost calloused.

Can...... He didn't want to be the one who raised his arms.

What he wants is stability in the world, not the world being torn apart in his own hands.

The Mo family should be a yardstick, not a sharp blade.

There are always sharp blades, but there is always a lack of yardsticks!

Once you have other thoughts, the standard will be crooked, and it will not be enough to measure the morality of the world.

At that time, all good intentions will turn into even more poignant intrigues, and what can bring people all over the world is not ideals and beliefs, but the cold that has penetrated into the bones.

Benefit the world, remove the harm of the world - he must also ensure that the Mo family does not become a part of the harm of the world.

Is there a double law in the world? Live up to the people, live up to the people.

This sober pain has always been with him, and seeing the world crumble step by step, it seems that there is a scorching sun.

After a moment, Merciu spoke: "If that's the case, don't say it again." I don't want to see the Mo people raise their butcher knives for fame and fortune one day, and there will be rich merchants, powerful people, and families who oppress the people among the Mo people...... In that case, the blood of many inkers will be shed in vain.

Those who write must do their own things well, pursue morality, work day and night, burn anointing oil to follow the sundial, and live forever in poverty.

There is a way in the world, and he died with the way; There is no way in the world, and he is martyred. ”

Gong's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the teacher, and the admiration in his eyes was beyond words.

He stood there alone, but brighter than the sun.

It's not that I can't see the turbidity of this world, but there should always be a little clear stream to nourish the long river.

There is a way in the world, and he died with the way; There is no way in the world, and he is martyred.