Cyber Daming

For Emperor Jiaqi, today is another day when his chief assistant teaches him.

He had a vague hunch that the content of this lecture would be particularly important, and it might even be another turning point that would have a profound impact on the empire.

Therefore, Emperor Jiaqi did not dare to slack off for a moment. After completing his routine morning classes, he hurried to the place where the lectures were given.

In this huge building that was like a city on this floor, the little emperor specially put on a simple gown that was common among Confucian disciples and walked quickly alone.

There was neither a canopy to carry him around, nor a large number of Yanren servants. This was unheard of and unseen among emperors of all dynasties.

In the dynasties before the Ming Empire, even the last emperor who was unable to save the declining empire would not be in such a shabby situation.

But Emperor Jiaqi had long been accustomed to this, and he even asked for all this.

After he ascended the throne, Emperor Jiaqi took the initiative to reduce the number of applications in the palace and expel a large number of servants from the palace.

If the cabinet had not written a letter requesting that necessary personnel be retained to maintain the normal lives of other royal members, I am afraid that many floors in this Tongtian Palace would have been abandoned due to lack of care.

Similarly, although Huangliang Dreamland is not banned in the palace, the little emperor has always been very conscious and almost never actively accessed it.

Even if you connect occasionally, you will only enter a permanent dreamland of Confucianism such as New Donglin Academy.

In a nutshell, apart from the sages of Confucianism, the only person who has been with Emperor Jiaqi most often in these years is Zhang Fengyue, the current chief assistant and the master of the Ming Dynasty.

"Teacher, you are here early again."

When the little emperor arrived at the teaching place, Zhang Fengyue was already waiting here in advance.

"I have met Your Majesty. This is just the duty that an old minister should do."

Zhang Fengyue lifted his robe and was about to kneel down to salute, when he saw the little emperor, who had expected it, stepped forward and took the initiative to hold his arms.

"How many times have I told you, teacher, you don't have to be like this. We are teachers and students here. There is no reason in this world for a teacher to kneel down to his students."

The little emperor pretended to complain with a smile in his eyes.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhang Fengyue was not pedantic and stood up.

No matter what the rumors are, at least the two of them are getting along very harmoniously at the moment.

"Teacher, what's the progress on Fandi?"

As soon as he took his seat, the little emperor couldn't wait to ask.

"Everyone who should be there has arrived and everything is going smoothly."

Zhang Fengyue's tone was calm and he was taken over in one sentence.

The little emperor couldn't help but be disappointed when he didn't hear the expected twists and turns and the infighting between the various forces.

I saw him still asking: "Teacher, is it possible that Sangyan Temple will be destroyed so easily? After all, it is one of the great forces of Foxu, so it cannot be without any resistance, right?"

"Whether the power is strong enough depends on who you compare it with. Compared with the imperial court, Sangyan Temple is just a slightly larger ant. Compared with other forces that have already taken their seats and are sharpening their knives, Sangyan Temple has become a lonely person. Even if Fighting is just about having more energy than strength."

The little emperor sighed boredly, but he knew in his heart that this was the fact.

When one stands on the opposite side of interests, one can only end up being crushed to ashes by the ‘general trend’ represented by the majority.

The exhilarating experience of rising against the odds and carving a bloody path in a desperate situation may only be found in those Huangliang dreams constructed according to the story-telling novels.

In reality, a slight disadvantage can be fatal.

Not to mention that the manipulator behind the scenes is still his own teacher.

"Teacher, how did Sangyan Temple end up in this situation?" the little emperor then asked.

"madness."

Zhang Fengyue's words were concise and concise: "In the two Buddhist orders of Han and Fan, she was the only one who knew that she was on the wrong path? Everyone was watching in secret, but she was the only one who chose to be the leader, so she would naturally become It is the truth that if a tree is beautiful in the forest, it will be destroyed by the wind.”

The little emperor was silent for a moment and asked tentatively: "Teacher, I don't think this is stupid, right?"

In his opinion, if Lin Jiapo really became the first bird in order to save Buddha Xu from going astray, then even if the end result is not good, he should not be evaluated as "stupid".

On the contrary, it gives people the heroic feeling of "Buddha cutting his flesh and feeding it to the eagle" in the Buddhist allusion.

"Being fearless doesn't mean you're not stupid."

Zhang Fengyue said calmly: "The only person who can sacrifice himself for others is the dead Buddha, not the living Buddha. Her idea is nothing more than to complete the promotion first, so as to integrate the entire Buddha and become a true human Buddha."

"Ling Jiapo's stupidity was that he overestimated himself and believed that he had the ability to steal the skin of a tiger. He also underestimated the ruthlessness and mental planning of other Buddhas."

"It turns out that this is the case. It would be a pity for Buddha Sangyan to die."

The little emperor suddenly understood, and the emotion in his eyes suddenly turned into a disdainful sneer.

"But teacher, you often teach me that people's hearts are complicated and you can't just look at one side. Did Lin Jiapo never think that one day he would be attacked by a group of people when he first chose to do this? People who can be promoted to the third level are not How can you be so ignorant of yourself?”

"The desire for sequential power and power over all living beings is enough to make a person risk his life. Knowing that the poison handed to him by others may be fatal, he will not hesitate to drink poison to quench his thirst."

Having said this, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Fengyue's face: "Those who designed to harm Buddha Xu are really vicious."

The little emperor was suddenly startled and blurted out: "Teacher, isn't it you?"

"I'm just going with the flow. I'm not the one who deceived these bald donkeys into going astray."

The little emperor was dumbfounded and shocked for a moment.

You must know that in this scam that has been planned for decades, the victims are not just a certain force or a certain person, but an entire sequence, covering more than tens of millions of people.

Moreover, the entire scam was well designed, allowing Foxu to successfully join the ranks of the Three Religions at the very beginning.

If a group of Buddhist monks from the mountain sect had not discovered the problem when they were seeking to be promoted to Xu Er, I am afraid that Buddha Xu would still be kept in the dark until now.

Now Zhang Fengyue actually said that he was not the one responsible for the layout, which completely exceeded the little emperor's expectations.

Then in this Ming Empire, besides my own teacher, who else could have such a skill?

The little emperor licked his lips nervously, and after pondering for a moment, he asked: "Teacher, I saw in the memorial sent back by Liu Jinxun that someone from Longhu Mountain also came to the place, and claimed to be here under the decree of the previous generation, 'Master Zhang Tianshi'" Help the court investigate the truth. Is it possible that the person who designed to harm Fo Xu is really the new sect?"

"Zhang Xiji doesn't have the brain yet."

Zhang Fengyue said with a contemptuous smile: "Back then, the good situation of the new sect of Taoism was turned into a mess because of his eagerness for quick success. How could he be able to set up such a scam?"

"The only thing he has done in his life that I can take a high look at is to save his life from the hands of 'Zhenzhen Zhang' and to lurk patiently until today. The rest is not worth mentioning."

The little emperor murmured to himself: "It's not him, who could it be?"

Zhang Fengyue did not give a direct answer, but ended the discussion about the situation in Fandi and turned to check the progress of the little emperor's 'six arts'.

The one-hour lecture ended in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Fengyue stood up and resigned, while the little emperor walked alone on the floor named 'Fengtian Palace' full of questions.

"It's not Zhang Fengyue or Zhang Xiji. Who else can be able to play around with the Buddhist order, one of the three religions?"

"Is it the agricultural sequence that has been hidden in the mountains and rivers for many years? Or is it the Yin and Yang sequence that has been wandering outside the empire? Or is this simply the Buddha's sequence directing and acting on his own?"

The lecture was originally meant to clear up doubts, but it gave rise to more doubts in Emperor Jiaqi's mind.

He desperately wants to find the other party, because the person or force who can do this will definitely be a serious problem for the Ming Empire.

"But why am I thinking so much? With a teacher sitting in charge, can the other party make any waves?"

The little emperor spoke to himself, and the solemnity between his brows immediately disappeared.

He raised his hands and stretched, but his steps suddenly stopped, and his sharp eyes suddenly looked at a huge circular building not far away that was shaped like an altar.

There is the most important place in the entire Fengtian Palace, the Ancestral Temple of the Ming Dynasty royal family.

"It's really troublesome."

The little emperor closed his eyes, raised his hand to smooth his frown, and walked towards the Ancestral Temple.

In the building, which means the sky is round and the earth is round, the number of people enshrined on the altar is vast and arranged like a mountain.

In addition to the direct lineage of the Zhu family, there are also important ministers who have contributed to the Ming Dynasty in the past dynasties.

The person at the highest point of Pai Mountain is naturally Emperor Hongwu, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, and the person below is Emperor Yizong, the leader of the empire's resurgence.

This way of placement is obviously not in line with the ancestral system of the empire, but Emperor Longwu overcame all opinions and stated that "it is not about ancestors, but only about merit" and enshrined Emperor Yizong's tablet in front of many ancestors.

However, Emperor Jiaqi, who was entering the Ancestral Temple, had no intention of worshiping at all, and his solemn gaze fell on a figure kneeling in front of the altar.

"Old minister, I would like to pay homage to Your Majesty."

The figure kneeling on the futon heard the sound of footsteps behind him, turned around in a hurry, bowed and kowtowed.

Emperor Jiaqi waved his sleeves and said, "Get on your feet."

The kowtowing man then raised his head, and the face revealed was none other than Zhu Pingyan, King Min of the Ming Dynasty.

"When did you come back?"

When Zhu Pingyan heard this, his face suddenly showed a look of shame, and he said sadly: "In reply to Your Majesty, I just arrived."

"It's good to be back."

The little emperor nodded, suddenly changed the subject, and shouted in a low voice: "Then don't you know that today is the day when I teach? How dare you show up at this time?!"

"It was the veteran who was reckless. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Zhu Pingyan's face was full of fear, and he kowtowed again.

But just when his forehead was about to hit the gold bricks laid on the ground, a delicate palm suddenly came in and supported Zhu Pingyan's forehead.

"Uncle Wang, you are mature and prudent in your daily work. It is impossible for you to make such a mistake for no reason. You must have encountered something urgent during the time you disappeared, right?"

Zhu Pingyan raised his head and looked at the pair of weathered eyes in front of him that were completely inconsistent with the young face.

"His Majesty."

The little emperor smiled and helped Zhu Pingyan up.

"Tell me, what happened?"

"When the old minister was planning to conquer Li Jun in Nanchang Prefecture, Jiangxi, Zhang Xiji discovered his whereabouts."

Zhu Pingyan calmed down and said in a deep voice: "He imprisoned the old minister on Longhu Mountain and let me witness with my own eyes how he devoured the authority of other Daoxu sect leaders. Now the seats of immortals in Gezao and Maoshan have fallen to him. In my hands, I’m afraid it won’t be long before I can return to the Second Order.”

"To be too old to die is to be a monster. None of these figures from the older generation are simple things who can survive to this day."

The little emperor sighed in an old-fashioned way: "But when Zhang Tianshi arrested and released you, Uncle Wang, I'm afraid he didn't just want to sell us the face of the Zhu Ming royal family, right?"

Zhu Pingyan said in a difficult tone: "Your Majesty has a keen eye. He wants to meet with you through the old minister."

"Meet?"

The little emperor smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, did you tell him about our Zhu family?"

"No!"

Zhu Pingyan quickly denied: "I have never revealed any information about your majesty, so please tell me clearly!"

"Then why does he want to see me, a little emperor with no power?"

Zhu Pingyan swallowed: "Zhang Xiji said that he can help your majesty regain power from Zhang Fengyue. As long as you"

"Just what?"

"As long as you agree to establish him as the national preceptor and the new Taoist order as the national religion of the Ming Dynasty after taking office, he will help your majesty to eradicate Zhang Feng's father and son and the New Donglin Party."

The little emperor smiled and asked, "Uncle Wang, what do you think?"

Zhu Pingyan's expression perked up and he said hurriedly: "I think this is a good opportunity to drive away the wolf and devour the tiger."

"Driving away wolves and devouring tigers. Hahahaha."

The little emperor shook his head and laughed: "Even if you can really kill the tiger, there will still be a hungry wolf coveting your side. What's the difference between this and now?"

Zhu Pingyan's face turned pale and he pretended to kneel down again: "It's because the old minister is not thinking carefully."

"Uncle Wang, it's not that you don't think well, it's that you are probably no longer a fool now." The little emperor sighed, looking helpless.

As soon as he said these words, Zhu Pingyan felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his whole body froze in a posture of bending his knees and back.

"If Zhang Xiji just wanted to let you, Uncle Wang, pass the message alone, he wouldn't have imprisoned you for so long. Uncle Wang, you are really confused."

Zhu Pingyan's eyes were blank: "Your Majesty, I really don't have any"

The weak words were interrupted by the little emperor raising his hand. He stared into Zhu Pingyan's eyes with a faint smile on his face.

"Zhang Tianshi, I know you are listening. If you want to be my teacher, no problem. Anyway, I have learned Confucianism now, so I might as well turn to Taoism. But if you want to learn from Zhang Fengyue, then I can't Interested."

The little emperor smiled and said: "Also, remember not to attack people from the royal family in the future. They are all royal relatives of the Ming Dynasty and my blood relatives. Touching them is a death penalty. Do you understand?"

After saying this, the little emperor no longer looked at the pair of eyes with hidden light, and reached out to hold Zhu Pingyan's shoulders.

"Uncle Wang, you have tried your best over the years. It is time to free up your position and give the younger generation a chance to be born."

The old man who was about to kneel down heard this and his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"His Majesty."

"Uncle Wang, there is no need to say anything else. Please apologize in front of all the ancestors."

The emotionless and indifferent words fell from the top of his head, and the biting chill made Zhu Pingyan tremble all over.

"Old minister obeys the order"

"I obey the order, what order do I obey? The Living Buddha Naqu has just died. Is the cabinet going crazy if they ask us to leave the land at this time?"

In the camp of Naqu City.

Zhang Siyuan stared at Liu Jinxun opposite him with a pair of angry eyes.