Heart Survey

Chapter 157 The people's heart is like water, I am He Bo

Zhuangguo Xin'an City.

Before the worship hall, an old man with long hair could not afford to kneel.

In the huge Xin'an City, few people recognized him.

But if it was in the former Fenglin City, he was almost unknown to everyone.

Because he was the Fenglin City Lord before Wei Quji.

His governance was characterized by generosity and diligence.

During his stay in Fenglin City, he walked all over every town and every village under his rule.This is something Wei Quji has never done before.There is no second city lord in the entire country of Zhuang to do so.

The 13-year-old Du Yehu murdered in court, and he personally presided over the reversal of the case.He also sent Du Yehu to the Taoist monastery for training, and this is how Du Junye, who is now becoming famous in Jiujiang Xuanjia, is born.

When he was in Fenglin City, he was deeply loved by the military and civilians.Later, he felt old and frail, unable to consolidate his cultivation, and took the initiative to step down as a pensioner.

In his life, he had no children, no daughters, no relatives and no disciples.

In those days Zhuang Gao envy and defeated Yong, and he made outstanding military exploits.

He took over Fenglin City from Zhuang Ting because of his merits, without taking a cent or a penny. After dedicating his life, Fenglin City was returned to the country.

And now, Maplewood City is gone.

In the entire Fenglin city, not a dog, a chicken, or even a handful of dirt were left behind.

Said it was a riot of bones.

A cult that has been silent for a hundred years, where did such great energy come from?

What does Zhuangguo Criminal Investigation Department do?Why didn't you notice it beforehand?
Why did the entire Fenglin city die, but Dong A was able to live alone!
Why did Dong Ah understand the conspiracy, and the dignified national teacher Du Ruhui, who is so famous in the world, still can't catch up!

Why……

Zhuang Ting's explanation can convince everyone in the world.

Not because of how perfect and infallible the explanation was.

It's just because those people are not from Maplewood City.

Just because there is no one in Fenglin City!

Only he Lewis Ann.

Only this old body, the fate of decline, is still being pursued.

But he asked the prime minister, and the prime minister avoided seeing him.

He asked the king, and the king locked the deep palace.

He asked the ministers, but the officials ignored him.

Who would care about an old man who can no longer rise, an old man with weak breath, collapsed cultivation, and no fighting strength?

Especially when he was so stubborn, when the whole country of Zhuang was prosperous, he insisted on opening the rotten sores and poisonous scars.

The old man is now a white body.

The white-bodied old man Liu Yi'an came and went alone in the huge Xin'an city, and questioned him for nine days.

For nine days without an answer.

No one cares.

On the tenth day, he knelt before the temple.

He wants to ask Taizu!
If the Great Ancestor was still alive, would he not have said a word, seeing this situation today!
"The ruler is like a boat, and the people are like water. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it!"

He wept loudly before the shrine.

Helpless like a child.

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Outside the worship hall, opposite the corner of the long street.

Zhuang Guo's deputy prime minister, Dong Ah, stood with folded arms and said nothing.

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Outside the former site of Fenglin City.

The black-haired Du Ruhui stood with his hands down, although his face was old-fashioned, his back was as straight as a spear.

In the entire country of Zhuang, there is only one person who can make him so respectful - Zhuang Gaoxian, the owner of the country.

It was a middle-aged man with a peaceful face, looking carefully at the fog-shrouded Fenglin City.At first glance, it is no different from the wealthy gentlemen who usually play in the spring.

Just looking at his appearance, no one could imagine that he was such a decisive man.His toughness and sharpness in state affairs surpassed all previous monarchs of Zhuang.

After watching it for a while, Zhuang Gaoxian said with a smile: "Teacher, this time, the evil god of white bones has been completely hurt. He wants to drag this place into the underworld, but only stops halfway. Let Fenglin City sink in. In the gap between the world and the netherworld, let this place become a dead place. It will not be digested by the netherworld, and it will leave a scar on my land forever. Such harm to others and selfishness shows the heart of resentment."

If the entire Fenglin city area is pulled into the underworld, this area in the present world will be erased.At that time, the adjacent Qichang Mountains may be Wangjiang City or Sanshan City.Over time, it was gradually forgotten.

But now stuck in the border between reality and the netherworld, the White Bone Venerable God wasted his divine power in vain, and he could not receive any benefits.And Zhuang Guo also left this place of death forever.Everyone who sees this dead place will recall this history.

As early as when Zhuang Gaoxian was the prince, Du Ruhui was his teacher.

After Zhuang Gaoxian ascended the throne, he was not the second candidate for the position of the prime minister.

"Your Majesty." Du Ruhui bowed and said: "Old minister heard that the Holy Master of ancient times, the people are happy when the people are in peace, and the people cry when they are in distress. You should not laugh outside the old site of Fenglin City. Zhuangjun is in Dongzhen. It is Zhuang Guozhi. Glory. Sacrificing the people to achieve this situation is a disgrace to Lord Zhuang. Besides, those souls who will never rest in peace are in front of His Majesty's eyes."

"Gao Xian has been taught." Emperor Zhuang immediately looked solemn and said ashamedly: "It is true that he has caught up with the old man of Yong Kingdom, thinking that the border will be safe from now on, the people will be peaceful, and a little lost."

Zhuang Gaoxian's realm has surpassed Du Ruhui's now, but he still maintains the respect of his students for his teachers.

When Du Ruhui heard the words, he neither chased after him, nor did he take great comfort.Rather, the topic was lightly exposed.

"Your Majesty can set up a monument for a lifetime outside this territory as a memorial. The monument will self-declare the responsibility of losing the soil and record it as a national hatred. Re-list the removal of the bones as a national policy, swearing to comfort the dead. In this way, the grievances of the common people can be won and the hearts of the people can be won. , gather public opinion."

Zhuang Gaoxian was amazed: "This is sincere and good words!"

The last time the state of Zhuang took the eradication of the White Bone Road as its national policy was in the era of the great ancestor, Zhuang Chengqian.At that time, the White Bone Road was indeed uprooted.

Today, the resurgence of the White Bone Dao is far less powerful than it was in the past.But re-establishing this policy can still awaken the memory of the people of Zhuang.It not only expresses the intention to maintain the ancestral system, but also shows the determination to be inseparable from the Bone Road.

Concentrate all public grievances on Bai Gudao.Once the Bone Dao is removed, Zhuang Gaoxian will not only not be reviled for the fall of Fenglin City, but will win the hearts and minds of the people because of his pro-national revenge.

Du Ruhui is like a spring breeze turning into rain, and his methods are old and mellow.

This is also an important reason why he can support Zhuang Ting while Zhuang Gaoxian is recovering from his injuries.

The fog surging in Fenglin City also covered up the tragic situation.As if all the stories that happened in this area have been lost in the yin and yang.No more day.

"I have seen the Formation of No Life and No Death. What will your Majesty want to do?"

Zhuang Gaoxian lightly brushed his sleeves: "Since you are in Qinghe County, why not visit your elders in Qingjiang?"

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After Youguo left, Jiang Wang continued to move in the direction of Qi.

God's Blessed Country is just one step in his journey, and he has his own way to go.

Hurrying on the road is not the only purpose, the more important thing is to practice sword, body and mind along the way.

Take heaven and earth as the furnace, the red dust as the fire, and the self as copper.

From a small weekday to a big weekday.

When encountering mountain climbing, encountering river wading, encountering shop to rest, encountering injustice... draw a long sword.

The road under your feet is getting longer and longer, and the road of practice is getting wider and wider.

Gradually he felt that some kind of change was taking place.

It is like a road covered by clouds and fog, becoming clearer and more certain.

(End of this chapter)