Jiang Yi and the audience were shocked by these words.

In Jiang Yi's opinion, this is the real Emperor Xin!

In the eyes of audiences who do not know the truth, Emperor Xin in history should be like this!

"King Shang, please accept my knees!"

"Mom asked me why I was watching the show on my knees, and I said I was worshiping the Emperor!"

"Alas, when Emperor Xin was in the middle of the world, the king's power was greater than the sky, but after being stolen by the Zhou tribe, the king's power went downhill!"

"Yes, starting from Zhou, the king is also known as the emperor. He can clearly be the same as the one in the sky, but he ends up being a little shorter than the god..."

At this moment, Jiang Yi continued, "So King Shang, you are fighting Dongyi and encouraging all actions such as agriculture and sericulture are correct."

"Imagine if you really change the trend of the monarch being controlled by divine power, then the civilization after China will no longer be people praying for the gods."

Emperor Xin inserted his sword on the ground, listened silently to Jiang Yi's words, and smiled.

He knew that the future generations around him knew what he had always wanted to do.

He wants to listen, and he wants to hear the younger generation truly and should have an understanding of him!

If there is any deviation, then teach me carefully.

"What will happen?"

Emperor Xin looked at Jiang Yi and asked in a test tone.

“There are two possibilities.”

Jiang Yi analyzed: "One is that people no longer believe in God."

"Two...it is man over God!"

"There is nothing to say in the first type. If people don't believe it, God will naturally not exist."

"The second ending will be..."

Jiang Yi paused and said with great force: "Everyone dares to scold God, and everyone dares to command God!"

"If it dares to make our place drought, we dare to yell at the sky, and then we will come up with ways to fight disasters and show God how powerful we are, and then----"

"Tread God under your feet and tell it: You are for us!"

Jiang Yi walked in the dense forest, the moonlight penetrated the leaves, spreading on his handsome face and the King of Han clothes.

"You must know that even in the age of faith in God, China has always been self-reliant since ancient times!"

"In the face of disaster, Westerners worship Lao Su, pray for the church, and long for Noah's Ark!"

"And our China emphasizes self-reliance. We believe that Jingwei fills the sea and Yugong moves mountains. We believe that sincerity comes from the passage of time, and that metal and stone will be opened!"

"When foreign tribes invade, we do not seek God, but pick up swords and guns to drive away the enemy!"

"When a disaster strikes, we never fantasize about the Noah's Ark coming out of thin air, nor do we think about running away by boat, but learn from Dayu to control the flood, and continue to defend our country!"

Jiang Yi's voice resounded throughout the past and present, the faces of Western audiences changed slightly, and Chinese audiences came up with profound meaning from it.

What if I were so self-reliant and self-reliant during the time of believing in God, but if I don’t believe in God, what would happen?

If Emperor Xin had really successfully changed this ideological and cultural trend, what would China today look like?

Is the incense in the temple continues to flourish, or is it brightly lit in the ancestral hall of our ancestors?

At this moment, the Chinese people couldn't help but think.

Jiang Yi continued: "For example, regarding mothers, Westerners say that God cannot take into account everything, so he created the mother, and at most he believed that mothers are equivalent to God's existence.

They like to attribute the final credit to God, as if because of God, all people’s goodness to themselves has become a matter of course, because that is God’s gift.”

"In the eyes of younger generations, this is also the reason why they killed the indigenous people without any guilt, and even did not repent until modern times, and wanted to kill them all!"

"Because the Aboriginals are kind to them, they will think that this is God's gift to them, and they will think that it has nothing to do with the Aboriginals!"

Jiang Yi imitated the tone of the westerner in a very lethal and insulting way and said:

"They will worship the sky in front of their saviors, and think in their hearts:

Oh, thank God for saving us and giving us this land, allowing us to survive on this land!

As for these vulgar barbarians around us, please believe us and will surely kill them all to repay your kindness to us. Thank you again for the great God!”

Jiang Yi felt a little bit vomiting for the first time, but he felt disgusted when he thought about this.

However, the faces of people from outside the country such as brown rice have not changed much.

"Isn't this a gift from God?"

"If it weren't for God's gift, how could a group of irrelevant people save our ancestors and teach us so many skills?"

"That's right, how could there be such a good person in this world? If there are, it only means they are stupid."

"But how could a fool save people? After all, God helped us, so what does it have to do with those indigenous people?"

"Oh, I found that you East people have a serious misunderstanding of us West people. It's not that we don't have gratitude, but it's God who is grateful, okay!"

Audiences such as brown rice and sunset expressed their opinions in the barrage.

Many Chinese audiences widened their eyes.

"I finally understand what it means to be a wolf-hearted person!"

"He also knows that he will wag his tail at you and help the westerner. Not only will they not be grateful, but they will stab you to death with a knife once they have the ability!

Then, they will step on your body and watch the lunch you carefully prepared for them, and said piously:

Thank God for giving us good food and praise God!”

Once this barrage from a psychologist was released, it gave the Chinese audience a full sense of picture.

At the same time, a new picture appeared in the dense forest.

On a snowy night, a poor man knocked on a homeowner’s door.

Dongdong...

Dongdongdongdongdong.

"Who?"

The door opened and an old man appeared.

Seeing that the man in front of him was dying, cold and hungry, he invited him into the room.

The old man had just finished a meal. In order to make the guests warmer, he also set fire for him, reignited the stove, and cooked him a meal that was not excellent but also good.

However, the guests were looking around at this time.

Seeing the old man’s house, although it was not expensive, he didn’t have it. His eyes flashed with light, and his heart was silent, and he began to thank God.

As the picture changed, the old man quickly placed the food on his desk and enthusiastically invited him to start eating.

He closed his eyes and prayed sincerely: "Thank God, I'm going to start!"

After eating, he looked at the old man and said, "Is it okay if I want to drink another glass of water?"

The old man nodded, thinking that the guest was still a little thirsty.

So he turned around and turned his back to the guest to pour water.

Then, the guest picked up the spoon on the table, pointed the spoon handle at the old man, and took advantage of his time to pour water to pierce his neck!

The old man died...

He laughed wildly, ate the food the old man cooked for him, looked at everything that belonged to the old man, and did not feel guilty about killing his benefactor at all.

Instead, he looked very innocent, put his hands together and said piously:

“Thank God!”
Chapter completed!