(The author solemnly declares that any person and thing that appears in this book has nothing to do with reality, is purely fictional, and if there is any similarity, it is really a coincidence.) ）

Zhang Zhao was conceited that he had killed four people, and he was young and vigorous, but when he faced the old Taoist, he couldn't even mention a little fighting spirit, and after a few breaths of silence, he sighed, the eldest husband has something to do or not, and frankly admitted, "The old Taoist is right, I have indeed just killed someone." ”

"Why did you kill, can you elaborate?"

Next, Zhang Zhao explained thoroughly the grievances and grievances between himself and the Li family next door for many years, including some of the hidden secrets of the judgment that he learned from his father and sister; and the fact that the Li family borrowed a large amount of money from the rural credit cooperatives in violation of regulations to purchase many of their own commercial stores, and created false accounts to make a book deficit, so as to embezzle the loan to make a fortune; and the relationship between his sister's accidental death and the Li family, until now he has killed four men of the Li family in one go.

Zhang Zhao has been depressed for many years, and now he vomited all his depression, and couldn't help but drink a lot of wine, and shouted, "God has eyes, and finally let me get revenge today!"

This roar is accompanied by the wind and rain in the mountains, but there is a bit of heroic feelings.

The old Taoist priest said with a smile, "The little brother is a good talent, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith account for everything, not bad." ”

Zhang Zhao was stunned, how could anyone praise the murderer, did he hear it wrong, "The old Taoist said it was me?"

"It's you. Listen to what you said correctly, then you are loyal to the country and the army, revenge for relatives is filial piety, not killing women and children is benevolence, not hurting the innocent is righteousness, worshipping at the grave is also a ceremony, enduring humiliation for many years is wisdom, and expressing your mind is faith. Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith, you are all complete, you are not a talent, who is a talent? Is it those high masters?"

"I killed four people and violated the law of the land!"

"So what? In the Book of Rites, Tan Gong wrote: Zixia asked Confucius, saying: What is the enmity of parents? When encountering the city, do not fight against the army. ”

Zhang Zhao didn't understand, "Old Daoist, what do you mean by this? I don't read much, so I don't understand." ”

The old Taoist priest replied with a smile, "Zixia is a disciple of Kongqiu, and one day, Zixia asked his teacher, 'Teacher, what kind of attitude should we take towards the enemy who killed my parents?' Kong Qiu replied, "I will sleep on a straw mat with a shield on my pillow, and I don't want to be an official, but always think of revenge, and I don't share the sky with the enemy." Whether it is in the market or in the court, I meet an enemy, some guys guys, and if there are no guys, they fight to death with their bare hands. ’”

Confucius is Confucius, this Zhang Zhao still knows, after hearing this, he immediately opened his mouth and said in surprise, "Confucius really said such a thing? Isn't this advocating violence?"

The old Taoist priest also said, "The right to violence and the right to revenge are the rights that God gives to everyone fairly, but now it is a legal society, and people transfer this right to the government, and the government will enforce it fairly on their behalf." However, if the result is unfair, the argument is not correct, and the people are not convinced, they will eventually take back the power that should belong to them. ”

"Confucius also talked about revenge? Doesn't peace be precious?" Zhang Zhao remembered that others had said that Confucianism adhered to the golden mean and advocated benevolence, which had nothing to do with revenge.

There are also various factions in Confucianism, among which there is the Ram faction, the most famous of which is the "Legend of the Ram in the Spring and Autumn Period" written by the Ram, which vigorously advocates the theory of revenge. ”

Among them, it is said that the revenge of the monarch of the country must be avenged, saying: The king kills, the minister does not please the thief and the minister, and the son does not please the thief and the son. It means that if you do not avenge the monarch of the country, you are not worthy of being a courtier. Also, the national feud can be restored for a hundred generations. The national hatred is much higher than the family hatred, involving national dignity and national honor, as a courtier, you must always think about a national shame, even if the national hatred has passed a hundred generations. However, the monarch has been passed down from generation to generation, especially as the current monarch, he must avenge the national hatred that he was humiliated before. ”

"Finally, the minister can take revenge on you. If the subordinate is not guilty and is unjustly killed by the king, the son of the subordinate can take revenge on the king. Do you think this kind of rhetoric is intense?"

The old Taoist priest said simply, and now Zhang Zhao immediately understood, this is advocating revenge in Chiguoguo, "But in this way, if you kill me, I kill you, all in the name of avenging your parents, won't the world be chaotic?"

"No! Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people! The law will be chaotic if it is not popular, you must have a reason to convince the people of the world to avenge your relatives, and you must have justice, the Ram faction believes that the national feud can be restored for a hundred generations, but the family hatred cannot be continued, it can only be solved in one generation, and it cannot harm the innocent children and grandchildren. You just told your story, would you like to listen to my old Taoist priest tell two short stories?"

"Chief, please. ”

Outside, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, in the broken temples in the mountains, but the old and the young chatted hotly over wine, meat and dishes.

"There is a place called Cixi County in the land of Wuyue in China, which is named after a small story of 'mother and son filial piety' in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the protagonist of the story is called Dong Huang. ”

Dong Dian lost his father since he was a child, his family was poor, and he relied on his mother Huang for his life, collecting firewood for money all year round to serve his mother. Once Huang was sick and wanted to drink the water of his hometown Dayin Creek, Dong An's family was close to the Yao River, and the water in the vicinity was bitter and astringent, making it unsuitable for direct drinking. So Dong Dian walked more than 20 miles every day to fetch water for his mother. Huang felt sorry for Dong Dian because of this, so Dong Dian managed to build a humble room next to his grandmother's house, so that his mother could temporarily move there to recuperate, and draw water for his mother every day until his mother's illness was cured. ”

"What a dutiful son~" Zhang Zhao couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

"There is a neighbor near Dong's house named Wang Ji, who is rich but not filial. Once, Wang Ji's mother saw Huang and said, 'My family is better than yours, but my body is not as good as yours, why is that?' Huang replied, 'Although my family is poor, my son treats me very well, and my mood is happy every day, and my body is naturally better.' When the queen mother heard this, she went home and blamed her son, hoping that her son could follow Dong Huang's example and be a filial son. ”

But he didn't expect that Wang Lin not only didn't listen to his mother's words, but held a grudge against the Huang family next door. One day, Wang Lin took advantage of Dong Di's absence to enter the house and seriously injured Huang. After Dong Dian found out, he knelt in front of Huang's bed and cried bitterly, "My son is unfilial, so my mother suffers this great crime. Huang said, 'I don't blame you for this, it's all caused by my own gaffes.' Soon after, Huang died of a mixture of old and new illnesses. Dong Dian was full of grief and indignation, he thought about revenge immediately, but he thought that the situation in the neighborhood was the same as his own, the royal father died early, and the queen mother only had one son, Wang Ji, if he killed Wang Ji now, it would be equivalent to the life of the queen mother, and he couldn't bear it. So he lived in seclusion in the mountains to guard his mother's grave, and when he slept, he also put an axe next to him, indicating that he would not forget it. ”

Finally, after many years, Wang Lian's mother also died. So when Dong Dian learned the news, he went down the mountain to kill Wang Lian, and then went to the yamen to surrender. This murder case was a big case, and the complexity of the case led to a lot of public uproar, and the local magistrate did not dare to make a decision, so he reported it to the then Emperor Han He. When the Son of Heaven heard this, he immediately issued a pardon for Dong Di's murderous crime, but wanted to recruit him as an official because of his character. But Dong Dian refused, and finally died in the mountains near Dayin Creek. Later, people called Dayin Creek Cixi, and finally Cixi became a county name in Wuyue, China. Dong Dian repaid his mother's kindness, took into account his family affection, and turned himself in after many years, which is considered a great filial piety, and the place is named after this incident, do you say that the famous revenge of the teacher is considered justice?"

When Zhang Zhao heard this, he muttered, "This is an ancient thing, and it doesn't apply to modern society~"

"Okay, then the old Taoist priest will tell you a modern one, this time it is a story of a daughter avenging her father. ”

"The story takes place during the Republic of China, when the warlords fought for many years, and the people of China were struggling to make a living. ”

"Chief, please. ”

"It was 1926, and Shi Congbin, a subordinate of the Beiyang warlord Zhang Zongchang, obeyed the order of the emperor and went to war with Sun Chuanfang. Sun Chuanfang was victorious, he ignored the dissuasion of the people around him, and beheaded the defeated and captured Shi Congbin at Bengbu Station, and also asked people to write in red on the white cloth 'The new Anhui Governor Shi Congbin', and the corpse was displayed to the public for three days. ”

"This Shi Congbin has only one daughter, named Shi Gulan. Her father's death brought her endless grief, she said, 'If my father died on the battlefield, I can't make Sun Chuanfang an enemy, but he killed the prisoners, and after his death, he hung my father's head and insulted him, and I didn't share the sky with him!' and wrote a poem Mingzhi, 'There is no justice in being captured and sacrificed, and the violent corpse hangs on the head to destroy people's feelings.' Whoever knows the bitterness of his relatives and vows to avenge his father. ’”

Shi Congbin's fellow villager Shi Jinggong, who was the head of the spy unit of Yan Xishan's department at the time, expressed his willingness to come forward to avenge Shi Congbin, Shi Gulan didn't say a word, and immediately committed himself to marry him. It's a pity that many years later, Shi Jinggong was promoted to brigade commander, and he had long forgotten his original promise, Shi Gulan's repeated proposal to avenge his father was rejected, and he resolutely broke off with him and returned to his parents' house with his two sons. Shi Gulan felt that she had paid a lot of effort in the middle of the ten years and her father's revenge had not been avenged, so she chanted a poem 'Looking forward to the bright moon, drawing her sword and asking the sky.' And thus renamed 'Shi Jianqiao'. ”

"What a strange woman!" Zhang Zhao couldn't help but clap his hands and sigh when he heard this.

"Shi Jianqiao was originally a housewife, she had bound her feet since she was a child, and men couldn't be relied on, so she would do it herself. She was surgically released from foot binding and practiced her marksmanship every day. Later, he heard that Sun Chuanfang was defeated and went to Tianjin to become a concubine, so he immediately set off to Tianjin. ”

Shi Jianqiao inquired about Sun Chuanfang's appearance, accent and activities through various channels, and finally made a revenge plan. ”

On November 13, 1935, the day of the preaching, Sun Chuanfang, who came to listen to the scriptures, sat in the center of the Buddhist hall. Shi Jianqiao moved to the front row and approached Sun Chuanfang. While the lay people closed their eyes and chanted, Shi Jianqiao quietly pulled out his Browning pistol, aimed the first bullet at the back of Sun Chuanfang's head, and then shot him once in the temple and one in the waist. After the gunshots rang out, the Buddhist hall was in chaos, Shi Jianqiao threw the "Letter to the Country" prepared in advance and the photo of Shi Congbin wearing a school uniform into the crowd, loudly announced his name and the purpose of the assassination, and dialed the phone number of the police station, determined to surrender. ”

After turning himself in, Shi Jianqiao did not shy away from the facts, and directly stated the process and reason for his killing. According to the law at the time, Shi Jianqiao's actions should be sentenced to more than 10 years in prison, life imprisonment, or even death. In court, Shi Jianqiao gave a detailed account of his difficult revenge journey, and finally said, "If my father dies in front of the two armies, I can't make Sun Chuanfang my enemy." He slaughtered his captives, and when he died, he hung his head, and I was not with him!'"

This murder case caused a great sensation at the time, newspapers and magazines rushed to report her, and the public praised her as a 'heroine' and a 'heroine', and demanded pardon from the government. Finally, Shi Jianqiao was pardoned and released after 11 months in prison by the state. In the end, Shi Jianqiao lived in seclusion in Xishu, and during the Anti-Japanese War, she donated three planes for the country.

"Yes!"

"Why don't you have a drink?"

"You have to drink it, I'll toast you!"

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"But in today's society, the price of seeking justice for the people is too high, and I have to rely on myself to collect evidence, and I have no news of the government and even retaliation, and I really have no way out. ”

"I've heard your story, it's not that you haven't thought about seeking justice, your family has asked the official for help many times in the past ten years, but has been repeatedly shirked, which has made you embark on the road of revenge. Justice also has a price, if a family plants an apple tree, and one of the trunks of the tree grows into the neighbor's garden, and an apple falls there. Excuse me, who should this apple that fell on the neighbor's house belong to?"

"It should belong to the one who planted the apple tree. ”

However, if the person with such a tree wants to get the apple back, he must break into someone else's yard, and further, what if someone else's yard also has an apple tree? ”

"What does the Taoist mean?"

"The problem now is that the right to interpret impartially is in the hands of a small group of people, who form cliques and protect each other. To deal with a matter, the people have to go through various formal procedures, report at all levels, and there are thousands of difficulties, and they only need to say a word to each other to solve it, this time you help me, next time I will help you, everyone will be promoted and make a fortune together. They formulate laws, they interpret laws, and they enforce laws, but who will supervise the laws? They are their own people who make a series of processes, and the people have no right to inquire about them, and this creates contradictions. ”

The more Zhang Zhao listened, the more shocked he became, this is a rhetoric.

"As far as things are concerned, what I just said is that a small number of people are doing wrong things, but because they are dressed as officials, this spearhead has been blindly turned to the government by the people. The court and the government must not take the blame for them, the court and the government are not the private property of this small group of people, they vainly try to tie them up with themselves, use their power for their own personal interests, and discredit the court and the government, this is the reason why they should die. ”

"Dao Chief, what exactly do you want to say?"

The old Taoist elder smiled, "Have you served two years of military service and practiced martial arts?"

"Daoist knows martial arts?"

"Do you want to see the era when martial arts and law coexist?"

"Doesn't martial arts conflict with the law?"

"Martial arts can strengthen the body, but also strengthen the heart, only physical and mental health can carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future. ”

"No matter how high the martial arts are, they can't resist guns and bullets, now it's the era of science and technology, and personal force has long declined, and it's hard to beat four hands with two fists, and a good man can't stand a lot of people." ”

"Who said that? Zhang Zhao, I have a relationship with you, and today I will let you see what real martial arts are. ”

After saying this, the old Taoist priest's eyes closed slightly, and he said with a smile, "The good show over there has already started, Zhang Zhao, would you like to go and see a lively scene with the Taoist priest?"

Zhang Zhao drank a lot of wine, and he was naturally full of courage, "Dare? Why don't you dare?" It's just that I'm afraid I'm already wanted by the whole city now, and I'm afraid I can't get out of these four mountains." ”

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhao saw the old Taoist priest raise his hand, and the clothes and pants baked by the bonfire flew up, wrapping his whole body, and then with a flower in front of him, he felt that his feet were off the ground, and there was a whirring wind in his ears, and he didn't know where to go.

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