Deng Jiugong is not a person who kills time with mahjong every day. The Han state is vast, and there are various official matters that cannot be avoided. He has no problem with the fact that Mo Qilin follows Deng Chanyu and others to have fun. He is too busy on his side, so you can play if you want to.
He just sent away his daughter, who hasn't changed in appearance for twenty years, and he carefully examined a letter in his hand.
This is a letter written by Deng Xiu, and Deng family has turned its family into a country. Matters at home are matters of state, and some political and military advice inevitably appear in family letters. Today's focus is on the Huang family.
The Huang family has been a seven-generation military door in Yin and Shang dynasties. They have over a hundred generals and several thousand soldiers. The former subordinates and officers who have received favors are numerous as fish crossing the river. When they arrived in Han state, their power was even more powerful.
Deng Jiugong believes that he can rely on his personality charm and military prestige to suppress Huang Fei Guo, including his father Huang Gao, brothers Huang Feibiao, sons Huang Tianhua and Huang Tianxiang, and many others. The loyalty of the main branch of the Huang family can ensure this. However, this method of governance based on brotherly loyalty can only last for a time and not for a lifetime. It is not a way to ensure the long-term prosperity of a country.
The Huang family is a very large one, and even if the main lineage is willing to share the fortunes and misfortunes with Han state, the thoughts of the side branches cannot be guaranteed.
If one day a branch lineage commits an offense, how should it be handled? In a slave society, there is no emphasis on impartial enforcement of the law. Even for Deng ChanYu to deal with corruption, she has to resort to bluffing and intimidation. Governing the country would be even more difficult for Deng Jiugong.
In the past, when Deng Xiu was following Wen Zhong to fight against Yuan FuTong, he listened to Deng ChanYu telling many stories on the road. Many times, Deng ChanYu did not systematically explain any theories. She simply talked for fun, without a specific plan. Deng Xiu summarized and wrote a book called "Sister Language" out of nowhere. The two of them discussed the problems of the Huang family in private. After returning, Deng Xiu reread "Sister Language" and found a solution.
According to Deng Xiu's words, half of "Sister Language" could be used to govern the world.
He refined the language in "Sister Language" and told a story about "Hun Yin" and "Uzuki" in his letter to Deng Jiugong.
He proposes to limit the political power of the Huang family to a specific field. On one hand, this would reduce their opportunities to achieve merit on the battlefield. On the other hand, the comfortable environment would also decrease the likelihood of producing talent in this family. Through peaceful means, he suggests gradually eroding the influence of the Huang family.
A generation cannot change two generations, and two generations cannot change three generations.
By the third generation, the political power of the Huang family will be reduced to a controllable level.
As the world has not been unified yet, the power of the Huang family is an important pillar for Han state, and Deng Jiugong still needs the Huang family. Political restrictions can only be made after the peace of the entire world.
Deng Jiugong put away the letter and stood up, preparing to go for a ride on his horse.
The waiter rushed into the hall and said with a slightly nervous expression, "Your Majesty, a person suddenly came to the door and said he wanted to see you."
Deng Jiugong has survived many storms, and he calmed down instantly, focusing on the key points: "suddenly" and "a Taoist."
Deng ChanYu had told the family about knowledge such as the Dao of Humanity and the King of Humanity. Although Deng Jiugong didn't understand it either, and even didn't know whether this invisible Dao of Humanity existed, he remembered his daughter's words: Ordinary Taoists cannot suddenly enter the palace, nor can a deity appear and shout "Unjust King, die!" before stabbing him to death with a sword. Such a situation is impossible.
If such a situation were to actually occur, what should be done? Deng Jiugong remembered that his daughter had smiled and said that it would be best to present a rather handsome posture while waiting for death.
Deng Jiugong, at the core of his being, remained a military officer who had fought through rivers and mountains. He knew that it was useless to avoid at this time, as there was nowhere to hide. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Open the door! Let me alone go to welcome him!"
After an incense stick's time, he saw an old Taoist with white beard and hair, wearing a light blue Taoist robe, standing in front of the hall.
"Met the immortal, I wonder what is your noble surname and given name? Where do you practice your Taoism in the ancient temples on sacred mountains?"
The Taoist, showing reverence, replied: "Greetings to Your Majesty. I am Bodhi, from Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and the slanted moon with three stars."
Deng Jiugong knows little about cultivation and immortality. He could discuss philosophical matters with Yun Zhongzi on the Jie King's side, but he lacks that ability. However, he does have some concept of it, at least enough to avoid making basic etiquette mistakes.
He invited Bodhi to enter the hall, arrange the guest and host's seats, and chat with misty mountains for a while. Only when he didn't know what to say, he asked about the other party's intention.
Bodhi said, "I have come to Your Majesty today to beg for alms."
Deng Jiugong oddly asked, "What is the origin of this karma? And where does it go?"
Bodhi waved his dust remover and said, "To the West, there will be a Buddha manifesting in five hundred years, bringing salvation to all beings, eliminating all disasters, leading countless believers, and opening many convenient doors."
Five hundred years later? Deng Jiugong nearly thought he had misunderstood. Does this have anything to do with me?
Deng Jiugong smiled and said, "The Qin Dynasty was so strong, but it only lasted for more than five centuries. The five hundred years that Buddha spoke of, whether or not the Han state exists is the same thing to me."
Bodhi smiled at him and didn't speak.
Deng Jiugong wracked his brains, trying to think of how to phrase his words.
In his heart, he remembered some of his daughter's words and actions, put himself in her position, and wondered what Deng ChanYu would say if she were in this position.
He quickly came up with the answer.
Following Deng ChanYu's words, in such situations where there is no idea what to say, it's best to talk about money! If there isn't enough money, then just add more. Most people will like it, and even if they don't, there's a ninety percent chance it won't go wrong.
Deng Jiugong nodded: "Very good, very good. My daughter is practicing abroad. There is an abandoned garden in the city of Nanzhong. I wish to obtain a million gold ingots and use it to build a temple in Nanzhong to welcome the Buddha's arrival."
By mentioning his daughter, he was also warning the other party: be careful, my daughter is no ordinary person.
"Bahahaha—" Suddenly, Bodhi burst into laughter: "Karma comes and goes. Today, I have learned this. As you wish, Your Majesty, let me take my leave."
Deng Jiugong didn't leave through the door. Instead, he flew up directly within the Nanzhong palace during the day, turning into a beam of golden light and flying off far away.
Deng Jiugong: "?????"
Just agreed to it like that?
His daughter said she couldn't ride the clouds in a place with a strong Dao of Humanity, was her daughter's knowledge too limited, or is this Bodhi's level too high?
He did indeed keep his word and immediately ordered the scribes and attendants: "Record today's events. Whether the Han state exists or not, collect ten thousand gold pieces and store them in a hidden place. My Deng family descendants will surely fulfill today's promise in five hundred years."
Nowadays, it is not popular to uproot the roots. Even if the struggle for the throne fails, the descendants of the Deng family will continue to live as nobles.
Moreover, there is a deity in the family. Maintaining it for five hundred years should not be too difficult for Deng Jiugong.
"Yes."
"A Yu, wait a minute, wait a minute! There's a problem!" Jiazi, who was riding on the qilin's back, suddenly shouted for a stop. Deng ChanYu patted the big forehead of the black ink qilin, indicating to stop.
"How so?"
Ta Ji did not answer immediately, but took out the Death and Life Register, quickly flipping through it, and finally looked at Deng Jiugong's page carefully.
