Mortals, after all, are inevitably keen on the so-called immortality, the so-called destiny, the so-called gods, the so-called afterlife... and other topics that transcend reality.
The First Emperor Ying Zheng was no exception, and Mo Ya was no exception.
After hearing what Gu Xun said, he immediately asked eagerly, "Sir, what is the destiny shown by the current stars?"
"Haha... curious?" Gu Xun showed a malicious smile and teased his subordinates.
Although Mo Ya could tell that his boss had evil intentions, his huge curiosity still drove him to nod immediately, "I am indeed curious!"
Gu Xun spread his hands and said, "I don't know."
"Ah?" This answer made Mo Ya feel that he had been deceived, and he let out a surprised sound mixed with confusion and grievance.
Gu Xun explained unhurriedly, "Nowadays, the astrology is a mess. Who knows what it means... not to mention that interpreting the astrology is a very complicated matter."
"That's why I say astrology is actually unreliable."
"Over the years, the stars have continued to undergo deviations and changes that should not have occurred, until they are now a mess and disorderly."
"Of course, it's not impossible if you want to forcefully interpret it, but whether it's accurate or not depends on whether God will reward you."
"But it doesn't matter whether it is correct or not. As long as the stars change, then what is accurate today may not be correct tomorrow and is meaningless!"
"If the stars can really be like the stars in the sky, which will last forever, then maybe we can really use them to get a glimpse of the laws of nature and destiny. Unfortunately...it can change if it wants to!"
Gu Xun shook his head, saying it in a tone that was emotional rather than a joke.
"So this is... astrology..." Mo Ya had a complex look on his face and murmured in a low voice with an indescribable tone.
"Haha, do you feel a sense of disillusionment with your failed hopes?" Gu Xun asked with a smile.
Mo Ya was stunned for a moment, then nodded honestly, "It's really unexpected."
"My subordinates once believed that the so-called astrology or other divination techniques were purely false, but they occasionally imagined that fate really existed and could be spied on by others, but I didn't expect that this was actually the case..."<
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It is not completely useless, but it cannot be said to be very useful. It is similar to verbal fraud, but it is different - at least for a certain period of time, the results of divination are accurate, but it is difficult to say whether it will change in the future. p>
This made Mo Ya dazed for a while before he came back to his senses.
But after all, he is an old espionage officer who has been in the world for decades, and he has not been distracted by the grand topic of fate for too long. After he came back to his senses, he no longer indulged in it.
, and back to the previous topic:
"If that's the case, why do you want me to stare at Taibu..."
The question was asked in general, and Mo Ya paused blankly.
Seeing this smile, Gu Xun asked cheerfully, "Did you react?"
Mo Ya smiled bitterly and nodded. After all, he was still a little distracted because of the topic of fate, and he actually asked such a simple question.
Divination may not be true, and my boss has not been able to peek into the future, so the reason why he made arrangements in advance is very straightforward - someone wants to use the name of divination to achieve their own goals.
Of course, Gu Xun was able to learn about this more because he turned on the clairvoyance hook, rather than relying on mental analysis. However, different paths lead to the same goal, and the process... is not important.
After thinking about this, Mo Ya immediately guessed, "Is it... the work of Luo Wang?"
Mo Ya felt that since his boss had foreseen that someone would use this to cause trouble, he should also know who was going to do this.
However, Gu Xun shook his head, "It's hard to say... it may be, it may not, it may be... it's more than that."
After Mo Ya heard this, he said nothing and nodded silently.
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The next day, the sky was bright, the blazing sun illuminated the entire coastal city, and the calm blue sea reflected dazzling colorful rainbow light.
Among the people who live by the sea, there are occasionally people who talk about the ferocious beast that blocked the sky and blocked the sun at the port many days ago. Some admire it, some speculate, but most still hope that it will not appear again.
Although it is fun to watch the excitement, the most important thing in life is to maintain the state of living in the world. As sea people, the sea is the most important part of their source of livelihood. Once the mirage appears again, the imperial court will inevitably launch the most severe crackdown.
Sea ban policy.
This has a great impact on their lives.
However, soon people no longer have to worry, because their worries have come true.
Although the mirage has not returned to the port, the empire still restarted the previous sea ban policy this morning. The vast majority of people are not even allowed to go near the port and the sea. As for going into the water and going to the sea, that is even more nonsense. Tidu
Don't mention it.
There is no reason to argue with the power of an empire and a bunch of bastards.
Ordinary people also know this.
Fortunately, business has always been popular in Qilu, and the people are very wealthy. Songhai has occupied a favorable location and has developed for many years. The people who can live in the city naturally have some wealth. It is definitely an exaggeration to say that they are rich, but it is not a problem to support it for a while. All they can do now is pray that this sea ban will not last too long.
Of course, the people's troubles have nothing to do with the Confucian holy land of Xiaoshengxian Village on the mountain, and basically have nothing to do with the students of Xiaoshengxian Village.
These days, no one is poor who can support a young and healthy family that is completely free from work.
Although Xiaoshengxian Manor does not charge high tuition fees, it is still necessary to have the minimum self-cultivation. This is a Confucian tradition, and it is not just a matter of coveting it - no matter how you think about it, Xiaoshengxian Manor is not inferior. This is the most in total.
Thousands of strips of dried meat.
Of course, if your family is really poor, you can skip the string repair of these dried meats and give whatever you have, even a handful of grain. Anyway, just ensure that the tradition is not abolished.
Of course, if you want to enjoy this kind of preferential treatment, you must first have outstanding talent so that Confucianists are willing to make an exception for you.
There are naturally very few such people.
Therefore, Confucian disciples generally come from wealthy backgrounds and do not need to bear any burdens in life. They only need to take their studies seriously.
Of course, there are exceptions to this. There are always some people who have to bear more burdens, such as Zi Ming, who made a sensation when he debuted.
There are relatively few classes in Tianming today, and there are only classes in the morning - it seems that a certain teacher specially adjusted the class schedule.
However, he was not happy about it at all. Instead, he was very sad because he was about to play chess with others under the arrangement of a certain master... before he even fully understood the rules of Go.
However, his business is not just about playing chess - Cook Ding comes to see him again.
Looking at the fat man in front of him, Tianming's eyes widened and he pointed back at himself, "Are you sure, it's me! Do you still want to practice with you?"
"Of course, don't you have no class in the afternoon?" Cook Ding replied matter-of-factly.
"But I have other things!" Tianming asked with a distorted face, "Did I just tell you?"
"I've said it before, so what?" Chef Ding nodded, spread his hands and asked, "Anyway, you haven't gone to play chess yet. You need to practice for a while."
"Tianming, you have to cherish your time! You started very late."
"...You can do it, Fatty Ding." Tianming drooped his head, lost his mind and helplessly accepted the cruel reality.
Young Master Tian Ming spits and nails, what he promised... he has to hold on even if he grits his teeth!