Holy Advent

Chapter 41 Nuwa Temple

I saw a lot of novelty things, had another night's talk, imagined the future, outlined a beautiful blueprint, step by step, very clear, thoroughly shocked Jiang Ziya, and deeply aroused his interest.

The village near the manor is a vassal of the Yaxiang Mansion, and Yin Hao can completely call the shots.

In this era, the owner has the right to life and death for everything in the fiefdom.

Earlier, he had mobilized a group of villagers to teach them how to make paper.The villagers didn't dare to have any resistance at first, but the technology can be imparted, plus the treatment, so that the villagers are all grateful.

This is the benefit of this era. If you want to do something, you only need to give an order, and you will obediently obey.

It took nearly a month before Jiang Ziya walked into the classroom.

There is a blackboard in front, and chalk on the table. There are more than forty children aged six to ten here, all of whom are curious and fearful, and dare not make any noise.

In front of them, there is a simple book!

"Papermaking, movable type printing, pinyin literacy, plus blackboard and chalk...!" Jiang Ziya was overwhelmed, "with such a powerful tool, who can't read in the world? The torrent of humanity is like the sun in the east, gushing endless red Light. My way is here."

He patiently began to water the seedlings.

"Jiang Ziya, this is just the first step!" Yin Hao glanced at it, then returned to the manor, thinking, "Once the light of civilization spreads, I don't know if the gods and Buddhas in the sky can stop it?"

"Years to go to set up!"

"If Jiang Ziya hadn't gone to Xiqi, I wonder if there will be King Wu to defeat Zhou?"

"This, I'm afraid it's hard to stop!"

"Saint? Conferred God?"

"Xiaoao has been silent for 30 years, and I also have ambitions!"

"My little arms and legs also want to try it. In the flood of humanity, what kind of waves can I make?"

"Even if I die, my life will not be wasted!"

Ambition has already burst out in Yin Hao's heart.

In Xiaoaozhong, for the first 15 years, I was a little worried, but after 15 years passed and the arrangement was completed, there was nothing to worry about.

In the next 15 years, under the calm, I was silent.

Collecting the ancient books of the world, enriching himself, carrying the foundation of the future, and returning to the world of conferred gods, he has a heart that is not young, and he has a real ambition to take a look at this world.

Go with the flow?It is difficult to sit back and watch the situation.

Then actively integrate into it!
Jiang Ziya is the best entry point.

"Will I be taken in by a certain immortal and accepted as a disciple?"

Yin Hao shook his head and laughed.

At the grand court meeting at the end of the year, Yin Hao followed his grandfather to the main hall. He stood in the corner, but found that King Zhou was lazy and lacked much energy, and seemed to have no interest in political affairs at all.

"Hey, Your Majesty has been addicted to wine and sex recently, and it's hard to extricate himself!"

On the way back, Bigan sighed.

"In the past, the king was wise and powerful, he expanded the territory, and his martial arts were outstanding, but how did he change so much now?" Yin Hao asked, "With the nature of the king, it shouldn't be like this? Especially recently, there are frequent rebellions around!"

"Yeah, I can't figure it out either!"

"Grandpa, roughly when did it start?"

"Let me think about it, by the way, after worshiping the Nuwa Empress Temple! There are also poems...!"

Having said this, Bigan paused, and his face turned pale.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

As if thinking of planning something terrible, he shook his head one after another.

"You already thought of this?"

Bigan looked at his grandson.

"Grandpa, think about it carefully, what are the differences before and after the king worships?"

Yin Hao didn't answer, but asked instead.

"The day before the worship, the king was still busy with government affairs and cared about the situation in various places, but after the worship, he immediately indulged in wine and sex, and got close to courtiers like Fei Zhong and You Hun. I didn't pay attention to it before, but now that I think about it, it's all the same. The change is huge, fundamental, fundamental...!"

Having said this, Bigan felt cold in his heart.

"Grandpa, what kind of existence is a saint?"

Yin Hao asked again.

"I don't know!" Bigan shook his head, then pulled Yin Hao into the carriage, "Follow me to Nuwa Temple!"

The Nuwa Temple was full of incense, and the grandfather and grandson walked in easily.

The statue in the middle is lifelike, no matter how good the sculpture is, it is not as attractive as a better-looking court lady, let alone attract King Zhou to write such a poem.

On the wall, the traces of King Zhou carving poems with his sword are still there, but nothing can be seen.

After Bigan burned the incense, he knelt down and prayed in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Nuwa Empress, if the king has any crimes, please blame the old minister! Now the princes are powerful and turbulent. Don't worry, Your Majesty is also the master of ZTE, if there is an accident at this time, the great business will be in danger, and the people will be in dire straits!"

Yin Hao looked at the statue of Nuwa, in a trance.

In the world of Xiaoao, he has collected a lot of ancient books, and he has also learned about the events of this time.

According to the records, Emperor Xin was gifted and intelligent, very keen in hearing and seeing, and had extraordinary talents.After Emperor Xin succeeded to the throne, he attached great importance to expanding the territory and sent troops to attack the tribes of Dongyi, extending the territorial power to the Jianghuai area at that time, and expanding the country to the coasts of today's Shandong, Anhui, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Fujian.

Emphasizing force, despising politics, and neglecting governance. Originally, the princes were powerful, but later they indulged in wine and sex.

Yin Hao couldn't help thinking of Li Longji, that one, how powerful the Tang Dynasty was at that time, the crown covered the world, the country was strong and the people were rich, but unfortunately, in the later period, he also began to enjoy it, neglecting politics, and finally promised the great dynasty. Times began to crumble.

Another one, Yang Guang in the Sui Dynasty, had a strong ambition and enterprising spirit, but was arrogant and conceited.

Although there are differences between these three, they all have great flaws. In the era when the emperor ruled alone, once the government orders were wrong, the dynasty would fall apart.

However, after all, it is a world in myths and legends, and it is different.

"As a sage, even though Nu Wa is not as powerful as imagined, she can still turn her mind, see the whole picture at a glance, and know the autumn when she sees the fallen leaves. How can she not be aware of the disposition of King Zhou, how can she write that story?" Waiting for poetry?"

Thinking of this, Yin Hao's body trembled.

"Even if the secret is blinded, with the wisdom of a saint, how can she not detect it? With her ability, it will not be difficult to trace the source. Who wants to offend a saint?"

"If Nuwa was really furious, how could she only let the three little demons take action?"

"Was it Nuwa who wrote the poems written by King Zhou?"

"Or, is she just pushing the boat along?"

Thinking of this, Yin Hao's eyes narrowed.

(End of this chapter)