Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 83
The night is very dark, and a little spark flickers.

The thunderstorm came from outside the window, and the sound entered my ears.

Midsummer is here, and there is a lot of rain, stained with a little ink, covering the sky full of stars and rivers, and even the bright moon has disappeared.

There is only a ray of light, still blooming faintly in the dark season, illuminating the suffocating darkness.

The tall and burly figure who looked like a giant was hiding in the darkness, holding a candle in his hand, looking at the letter in front of him word by word.

Through those words and sentences, the resolute and steady eyes stared at the earthly beings who were still struggling on the endless vast land in the distance, and the color of sorrow became more and more intense.

The higher a person's understanding of the world, the more distant the cries that can be heard.

In the summer of the 37th year of Zongming, news of Zhang Qihan's defeat at the Hengduan Mountains finally spread throughout Dayue.

In just over a month, the Eighteenth Route rebels came together.

Among the Eighteen Route Rebels, Huang Chao and Huang Tianjun who started the uprising in Yangzhou, as well as the leader of the White Lotus Sect in Yuzhou and his followers are the most.

Raise your arms and shout, the world will turn against you!

Facing Dayue, which was already stretched and weakened by the Allied Forces of the Four Nations, and faced with endless internal rebellions, what a mess.

The countermeasures above the temple can be summed up in four words.

Conscription, tax hikes.

Conscript troops to resist the enemy, increase taxes and pay money and food.

It can't be said that there is something wrong, it's just that they don't give them a way to survive.

Thinking that if the people are patriotic, they need the people to make selfless dedication to the country, which is consuming the loyalty of the people to the country.

There is a moment when parents lose patience with their children.
Tens of thousands of knots will eventually turn into reins to strangle this aging country.

Mo Qiu didn't move for a long time.

The closed wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Gong walked in hastily. The sound of wind and rain poured into the room, and the small candle flickered, casting a shadow as high as ten thousand feet, constantly elongating and shortening.

Gong, who was drenched all over, came to Mo Qiu anxiously, and said in a deep voice: "Young man, Emperor Zong Ming will hold a grand sacrifice in front of the Longevity Immortal Palace tomorrow, and the people in the palace summoned you to participate this time. Dangerous, we must investigate!"

After the incident in Yuzhou last year, Mo Qiu's reputation has risen greatly, even stronger than that of Huang Chao and Bailian.

After all, who doesn't like a hero who serves the country and the people?

Although outsiders can't bear the hardships and strict system of the Mohists, they still respect the Mohism, and even call Mo Qiu the Mozi.

This somewhat detached reputation is different from temples. It is the place of morality and righteousness that is maintained by the blood and sweat of those who really use ink.

Carrying the hearts of all people, doing upright things, and saving lives from the sea of ​​suffering, there is no group of people in this world who are more open and proud than them.

Emperor Ke Zongming's summons was obviously not because he valued the morality of the Mohist school, but because he wanted to use the power of the Mohist family to conquer those rebels.

It has been ten years since the Mohist School was founded, and Emperor Zong Ming finally remembered that there is still a Mohist school that can be used until the time when the smoke is everywhere.

Why the hell did you go so early?

Above the temple, the rotten wood is the official; between the palace and the majesty, the beasts eat the salary.The ruthless and aggressive people are in power, and the servile people are in power one after another.For example, the Mohists discarded them like worn-out shoes, and when the country was about to fail, they would be thought of. How could there be such a good thing!

Mo Zhe's blood can be shed, but it cannot be shed in vain.

"Emperor Zong Ming just wants to use us as a knife. Once you pass by, you will be widely publicized. At that time, it will be difficult to get away! Even if Master Mo has no intention of competing, he should not step into such a place. The vortex is it!"

Gong spoke eagerly, braving the heavy rain to rush over after getting the news, for fear of being a step late.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the big moon has come to an end.

Why would the Mohist need to get dirty again at this time?
If you can't turn the tide and help the building to collapse, it's better to wait for the broken bricks and tiles to be cleaned up, and then clean up the broken mountains and rivers from the beginning.
Then Huang Chao and Bailian Hierarch could be stronger than Master Mo?

In terms of benevolence and love for the people, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Mo Shi for thousands of years!
Looking at the restless Gong, Mo Qiu said, "There are too many."

"What?" Gong was taken aback, but didn't understand.

Mo Qiu pointed to the letters sent from all over the place in front of him, and repeated: "There are too many people who want to achieve a career."

He turned his eyes to the outside of the door, as if he saw the scenes of the great moon's territory where all the heroes rose together and the soldiers were in turmoil.

"Those who are capable always want to make a career. They are scrambling to be the first, for fear of being a little behind others. But that career will inevitably fall into fame and fortune in the end."

As Mo Qiu spoke, his dark face was extraordinarily calm.

As early as more than ten years ago, his martial arts had reached the top in the world. If he really wanted fame and fortune, why bother to establish the Mohist School without thanking him?Not to mention that after getting Xianyuan, I would rather give it to Emperor Zongming to quell the disaster in Yuzhou.

"In today's world, the strong rob the weak, the many oppress the few, the deceitful and the foolish, the noble and the humble. No matter how good the original intention is, once it is mixed with profit, it will all change.

What we have to do has never been to put out the fire with a salary, but to keep the fire without the salary. "Mo Qiu looked at his disciple and said seriously.

"you"

Gong's lips buzzed, and he wanted to say something, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he felt his cheeks were hot.

I don't know whether to say that Master Mo's layout is too big, or his own layout is too small.

"Walking on the great road, the world is for the public. People of my generation should establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations!

Those who do my best but fail to achieve it can have no regrets, so who can ridicule it? "

Mo Qiu put down the letter in his hand and finally made up his mind.

Rumbling--

Shocking thunder struck down from the sky, and the sky and the earth were pure white.

The sound of thunder and rain became weaker and weaker, and the rain will eventually pass.

Promote the benefits of the world and eliminate the harm of the world.Talking about the original is full of pride, but when it comes to the real things, there will always be all kinds of worries.

But now there is no need to worry about anything, it can't be worse.

Gong couldn't help breathing quickly.

Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations!

Even just hearing the words is enough to make people enthusiastic, but it is something they are always doing.

Knowing what to do and doing it is the most commendable thing.

The fire is there, and there are moths to cast it.

In this world, there are too many pragmatic people, too many to count, and there is no need to praise them any more.

Somebody has to retreat.

This kind of awareness is knowing, how many people can do it?
The reason why Moqiu is Moqiu is because of the unity of knowledge and action.

"Send all Mohists to Yuzhou."

Mo Qiu waved his hand, his mind was set, "Tomorrow I will go to the Longevity Immortal Palace."

　You may not believe me, but I have been sitting in the middle of the night for this chapter until now and finally finished writing, deleting, modifying, modifying, modifying, deleting, and deleting.

　　I will be SB when I write this kind of plot in the future!

　　This tormenting drama is finally coming to an end!

　　On the whole, I am quite satisfied. It is by no means that it is much better to write for the sake of writing, so why do such a thankless thing?

　　The following plot will be much brighter, please read it here~
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