1367: 925 Ancient Tis Clan’s Plan 1367: 925 Ancient Tis Clan’s Plan “I cannot et him!”
Jiang Chen stated truthfully, for he indeed was not in a position to et Amitabha Buddha.
His fate was too strong, and the relationship between him and Amitabha Buddha was too close.
If they were to communicate face to face, it would disrupt his established fate and lead him towards the unknown.
Now, Jiang Chen was the biggest variable in the Prehistoric World.
Anyone who ca into too much contact with him would have their future altered.
His existence was like an invisible whirlpool; any causal line that ca near him would be twisted and devoured, turning into a tangled ss.
“Your Majesty’s command shall be obeyed.”
Cai Yong, upon hearing this, knew there was a hidden aning but being a wise man, he knew better than to ask further and thus bowed to take the order.
“About the task you were assigned, how has it progressed?” After finishing discussing Amitabha Buddha, Jiang Chen brought up the matter at hand.
“Everything is here!”
Cai Yong quickly stepped aside and presented the bamboo slips on the table to Jiang Chen.
Recorded on these slips were the various misdeeds of the major families.
Jiang Chen glanced over them and understood imdiately; the primary action of these major families was the annexation of fertile land.
To annex fertile land was simply to turn common people’s land into their own.
As for how they made other people’s land theirs, that was unspeakable—it certainly wasn’t through purchasing.
In ancient tis, land was the foundation for the common people.
Without land, their fate was predictable—either becoming tenant farrs for these families or turning into vagrants.
“Tsk tsk, this is the current state of Confucians, always speaking of saints and conducting themselves as gentlen.
But look at their actions, which part looks like a Confucian?
Which part looks like a scholar?”
“The sage’s books instruct them to annex land, to keep private slaves…”
“The so-called saints’ classics have all gone to the dogs.
It’s a good thing that the Confucian saints perished early; otherwise, seeing your actions, they would probably have not been able to resist purging their ranks, executing these ‘scholars.'”
“Confucians!
You are needed by the people!
How can you not understand this?”
Jiang Chen said with frustration.
People had needs, hence the Confucian Dao was born, the true essence of which was to assist the needy clansn.
But now, the scholars were evolving in a direction that people did not need.
This was truly digging their own grave!
“The Confucian Dao is no longer the Tao created by the Saints; the Confucians under the heavens are no longer selfless gentlen, but rather, greedy villains,” Jiang Chen sighed repeatedly, pondering whether he should initiate a major purge within the Confucian ranks to bring it back to its origins.
Cai Yong, standing beside, was sweating from anxiety yet dared not utter a word, fearing that a careless word might enrage Jiang Chen, resulting in a bloody purge of the Confucian Dao.
“After you have taken care of the matter concerning Amitabha Buddha, summon everyone to follow into the palace to see the Emperor of Great Han off on his final journey.
With such chaos under heaven, as the Emperor, he cannot escape responsibility.”
“Let his death end this turmoil.”
With those words, Jiang Chen disappeared from the spot, leaving only the bamboo slip inscribed with the word “Spring and Autumn.”
“Father, who was that senior just now?
Why did you address him as ‘Your Majesty’?
There shouldn’t be such a young prince in Great Han.”
“And, how dare he judge the Emperor?”
“That is the Son of Heaven, protected by Heaven and Earth.
Even gods and immortals must bow to the Emperor when they see him, how can he judge the Emperor’s cris?” Cai Zhaoji, stunned, asked her father Cai Yong.
What Jiang Chen had just said was too subversive for her values, having been educated from a young age that the Emperor of Great Han was the supre being, an incarnation of the Son of Heaven.
Even heavenly deities had to obey the Emperor’s commands.
This was not an empty word, for only the gods recognized by the Emperor were considered legitimate deities allowed to have temples and receive people’s worship.
Otherwise, even if you were the Jade Emperor, if the Emperor denied your legitimacy, then you were not a legitimate deity and were not entitled to incense.
Having been educated this way all her life, Cai Zhaoji regarded the Emperor as the most exalted being.
Yet now, right before her eyes, soone was talking about judging the Emperor’s cris, how could she not be shocked?
It was even more shocking than Jiang Chen bestowing her with the Xi Emperor’s heritage.
Apart from Heaven, who else could judge the Emperor and pronounce his guilt?
“He is the Human King!”
“Comparable to Shang Tang and King Wen, a sovereign of the Human Race aiding the Human Emperor in ruling over the Human Race.
Moreover, he is also the godly Emperor Jiuchen of Shenxiao in Heaven.”
“Although the Emperor is powerful, he is ultimately human, and as a human, he is one of his subjects and must obey his rule.
Therefore, he indeed has the qualifications to judge the Emperor.”
“Great Han, it’s truly over!” Cai Yong said despondently.
As a son of Great Han, having to push it into the abyss himself was extrely tornting and kept his heart in constant agony.
As for suicide, to remain loyal to Great Han, he had thought about it, but eventually, he gave up, not because he feared death, but because he could not.
He was a son of Great Han, but he was also part of the Human Race.
The current demise of Great Han was the command of the Human King.
If he were to remain loyal to Great Han, wouldn’t that an betraying the Human Race?
Between betraying the state and being a traitor, he chose to betray the state because tribe is greater than nation.
Under such circumstances, betraying the state was sowhat understandable, and perhaps he could still achieve sothing in the future to cleanse his na from the disgrace of treason.
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