Still too young.
Cardinal Xinxiu drank tea by himself, savoring the sweet tea flowing on his tongue. He didn't pay attention to the anxious expressions of Yu Feiyu and Shangguan Yangyao when they left.
Nowadays, the young people in Taihao Mountain are always making a fuss and are facing great enemies towards the academy and Neo-Confucianism.
Whenever there is a breakthrough in Neo-Confucianism, it looks like the sky is falling and the earth is falling.
Thousands of years ago, some scholars observed astronomy and discovered that a certain star had disappeared, denying that Taihao Mountain had any ancient books on the stars that remained unchanged.
Four hundred years ago, Sui ships returned from sailing from the extreme depths of the Endless Sea and denied Mount Taihao's statement that "the Endless Sea is an insurmountable barrier set by humans."
Two hundred years ago, Xuegong Suzi used the power of major cultivation to overcome the strong wind and bring back the saying "There is nothing outside the sky", which overturned the ancient saying of "the paradise world".
Every new discovery is a huge crisis for Taihao Mountain in the eyes of some people.
But over the past thousand years, has the status of Mount Taihao ever been shaken?
Every household still worships the Haotian Bell, and every town, town, and city worships the Haotian Bell.
The number of Haotian Taoist temples still far exceeds the sum of all religious temples.
Neo-Confucianism is not the flame that destroys Mount Taihao. On the contrary, as the leader of the compilation of classics in Mount Taihao, Cardinal Xinxiu has recognized one thing very early - only by remaining in one's ways can Mount Taihao be destroyed.
"If we can destroy the State of Yu in one fell swoop, annihilate the academy, burn all the classics of Neo-Confucianism, intimidate all the people in the world with great terror, and prohibit them from thinking and exploring, then of course we can ensure eternal peace in Mount Taihao."
"It's just that I can't do it."
Cardinal Xinxiu muttered to himself, raised the quilt, and stared at the crystal clear amber tea in the cup.
The Haotian faith was born in an era when humans and gods coexisted. At that time, aliens were rampant and there were countless demons.
People huddle in villages and towns, fearing the darkness and the unknown.
Every night, tomorrow's morning light may not be visible.
He was the prophet of Taihao Mountain, spreading his faith all over the world. People believed in and followed Haotian's teachings, built Haotian Temple, worshiped Haotian Bell, and gradually drove out demons and aliens and sealed them in the wild mountains and forests.
The original intention of establishing Taihao Mountain was to protect Haotian herdsmen and those who believed in Haotian.
However, as time passed, some people became accustomed to holding high positions, were greedy for power, and regarded the herder duties given by Haotian as their natural authority.
Rather than fearing the threat of Neo-Confucianism to Mount Taihao,
Rather, they are instinctively afraid of the threat posed by Neo-Confucianism to their own authority.
They are afraid that the majesty of Mount Taihao will no longer be there, they are afraid that they will lose power, and they are afraid that future generations will not be able to rely on Mount Taihao.
It would be understandable if young people unconsciously develop similar thoughts in this weird atmosphere.
But some elders in Mount Taihao, including Cardinal Xinxiu’s own colleagues and subordinates,
They are also sitting in the position they are today by stepping on the shoulders of others through fierce competition. They can also understand the subtle difference between "herders for Haotian" and "herdsmen on behalf of Haotian".
Yet still so stubborn, so old-fashioned, so...hypocritical.
“They have neither the ability to change the status quo nor the courage to face the truth.”
Cardinal Xinxiu commented lightly.
People in Taihao Mountain also use clocks, eat food grown using the farming techniques of the academy, and wear gorgeous silks and satins woven using the farming techniques of the academy.
As history has proven countless times,
Drugs to treat malaria will not change the status of Taihao Mountain.
The real threat to Haotian's faith is not in the Yu Kingdom or the Academy, but within Mount Taihao.
Cardinal Xinxiu thought about the taboo content nonchalantly. Even just one sentence of what he just said could trigger a bloody storm in Mount Taihao.
From the humblest son of a shepherd to a cardinal, he firmly believed that Haotian had chosen him and given him a great mission.
But, it's not enough.
If you want to make changes, you can only ascend to the position of leader, which is above the cardinal.
"Master Headmaster, what exactly do you think..."
Cardinal Xinxiu recalled in his mind the man whose age and cultivation were indistinguishable, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
Click.
The teacup on the table broke inexplicably, interrupting Cardinal Nobuhiu's thoughts.
He lowered his head and looked at the broken porcelain pieces of the teacup that were shaking slightly.
This kind of porcelain is his favorite Southern Zhou white porcelain.
It is made of the finest sand powder. The cup wall is extremely thin and full of beautiful cracks. It has occasionally cracked on its own in the past.
Cardinal Xinxiu subconsciously wanted to use magic to annihilate the broken pieces of porcelain into ashes. When he raised his hand, he subconsciously used the divination technique he learned when he was an apprentice many years ago.
"The river is trapped and in danger?"
Cardinal Xinxiu looked at the divination results and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Chang'an City is the most majestic city in the world. There are countless prohibition formations in the city, and it is guarded by the Zhenfu Division and the Academy. It couldn't be safer.
And Cardinal Xinxiu himself is one of the best Zhuxiao Realm monks in the world.
Does this critical hexagram refer to yourself or the people around you?
Or does it refer to Chang'an City and Mount Taihao?
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Dang Dang Dang——
With the ringing of the Haotian bell, the afternoon classes in the Academy came to an end.
Li Ang put away the national history textbook notes on the table. It was really a headache to make up for the three-month course in a short period of time.
National history is a subject with a large amount of text.
Dr. Wang Wenlun, who teaches Chinese history, is also a great scholar in the Yu State and never allows students to be sloppy.
I can only take it home to stay up late at night.
Li Ang sighed and didn't get a good night's sleep even after returning to Chang'an. If this continues, he will have no choice but to find a doctor of agriculture to see if he can apply for some special medicinal materials that can help him sleep, soothe his nerves, and improve sleep efficiency.
"Risheng! Let's go!"
Li Wei eliminated two volumes of good books three times, patted Li Ang on the shoulder, and ran towards the classroom door, "The horse racing in the arena is about to begin!"
"Is it that urgent."
Li Ang shook his head helplessly. Only students from the Listening to the Rain Realm and Xunyun Realm could participate in the arena competition. Li Wei and the others were not even qualified to register, so they would lose out on watching the fun.
"If you go late, there will be no seats."
Yang Yu also packed up his books and ran to the door quickly. There was no such thing as using earmuffs to occupy seats in the academy. Seats in the martial arts arena were on a first-come, first-served basis.
Not just the two of them, the entire superintendent building was echoing with the sound of dense footsteps.
Even Dou Chi and others on the other side of the classroom were hurriedly packing up their textbooks and rushing out with Pei Jing in their arms.
