Chapter 154: Eliminate All Evil in the World
At this time, Pang Meir was still standing on the shore. She looked at Lu Sen with eyes full of admiration and love.
Deep down, Pang Meir, like most people of this era, had no concern for the bandit army, but... this did not prevent her from being "touched" by Lu Sen's appearance at this moment.
In the most ordinary tone, he said the sentence that was most contrary to mainstream ideas in the world.
But it was precisely this plainness that made it clear that Lu Sen believed this from the bottom of his heart, because the more he felt that these words were natural, the more light and airy they sounded when he said them.
What is a 'strong one'?
Oftentimes, the ideas and actions of some heroes are obviously inconsistent with the normal mainstream values, but why do so many people still think they are charismatic? It is because they firmly believe in their own ideas, have their own "Tao", and move forward for it without wavering.
Lu Sen cannot be considered a hero, but based on the education and ideas he received, he really believes that.
People’s births and abilities are indeed unequal, but their souls are absolutely equal.
This concept, which has been instilled in him since birth, has been completely ingrained in most of his peers who live in the same environment as him.
And now, this concept has been fully revealed to the people of the Song Dynasty.
But just this corner is enough to shock everyone.
Even Bao Zheng, who had seen great storms and the ups and downs of life, couldn't help trembling in his heart when he looked at Lu Sen's incredibly handsome but indifferent face.
In fact, Bao Zheng had already guessed that Lu Sen was such a person, and Wang Anshi also said so in the court today. But guessing is one thing, and hearing Lu Sen speak out his theory in person is another.
That shocking feeling was as if the sound of the Huangzhong Dalu was ringing in my ears.
Lu Sen mentioned nobles, common people, and lowly people in his words, but he did not mention the government!
Bao Zheng really wanted to ask, is this also how he sees the government?
But he couldn't ask. He knew very well that if he asked, Lu Sen would definitely answer, and the answer would be as shocking as he imagined.
In that case, there is no need to ask. Otherwise, the only one who will be embarrassed is yourself, not Master Lu who is preparing to retire again.
"You really don't want to stay in the capital and let the officials help you benefit the people?" Even though he knew Lu Sen's answer, Bao Zheng still wanted to fight for it: "After all, it's much easier to get things done when you are in the court."
"As long as you have the will, there is no place that can't be saved?" Lu Sen smiled, and then said to Pang Meier who was standing next to him: "You go up first."
Pang Meir nodded obediently, Lu bowed to Bao Zheng and Zhan Zhao, and then slowly walked onto the pleasure boat.
Bao Zheng's expression changed slightly: "Hanging the gourd to save the world? Master Lu means that there is disease in the world?"
"When did Master Bao become such a vulgar person, misinterpreting what others say?" Lu Sen chuckled and said, "I'm not a big shot, so there's no need to over-interpret what I say."
"Master Lu really doesn't have the awareness of a famous scholar."
"Whatever you think." Lu Sen shook his head, then clasped his fists and said, "Let's leave it at that for now. We won't see each other again for a long time. I hope you two take care."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, stood upright, and walked onto the pleasure boat swaying gently.
After that, Bao Zheng and Zhan Zhao watched quietly as the pleasure boat left the shore. Under the bright sun, it gradually disappeared into the distance along with the rippling waves on the river.
Even though the pleasure boat disappeared, Bao Zheng was still looking into the distance.
After a while, Zhan Zhao next to him said, "Prefect, it's time to go back."
"Well, let's go back then."
Bao Zheng climbed onto the horse and drove it slowly back.
The riverside path curved and stretched under the shade of trees. Bao Zheng sat on horseback, his body swaying slightly as the horse moved slowly.
His eyes were looking forward, but without a fixed focus, and he was obviously thinking about something.
It is midsummer now, and the cicadas are chirping continuously, and occasionally there is the sound of birds flapping their wings in the treetops above your head.
After thinking for a while, Bao Zheng turned his head and looked at his confidant who was following him: "Captain Zhan, in Master Lu's eyes, there is no distinction between the ruler and the minister, and no distinction between the master and the servant. He is definitely a heretic. Do you think he has any signs of being possessed?"
Zhan Zhao thought for a while and said, "Perhaps it is true in the eyes of the prefect, but Master Lu is a cultivator, so his actions are naturally different from those of ordinary people like us."
While Zhan Zhao was speaking, Bao Zheng had been observing the former's expression.
Bao Zheng saw longing and yearning in Zhan Zhao's eyes.
"You and Master Lu are good friends, and you seem to agree with his philosophy?"
"I am just a soldier, I don't understand the profound principles." Zhan Zhao rode his horse slowly forward, his handsome face full of brilliance: "But to be honest, I am just a soldier without tattoos on my face. I am grateful to be recognized and treated sincerely by Master Lu. I have no regrets in my life because I have such a close friend."
Bao Zheng was stunned again.
Then he frowned and fell into deep self-reflection.
This was not because he began to doubt himself, but rather he was thinking about whether there were any gaps in the concepts he had learned throughout his life.
The former was to start over, while he was thinking about taking a bird's-eye view.
Lu Sen's words and Zhan Zhao's supplement to his mentality were a shock and a breakthrough in his state of mind for him.
He kept thinking, and when he returned to the city of Bianjing, an hour had passed.
The blue brick city tower, the red painted city gate, the common people and nobles coming in and out, one grid, one piece, even one section at a time.
Noise, scolding, and joy came from all directions.
His soul seemed to be rising, looking down at the world.
The world seemed to have become a chessboard, and the people were the chess pieces, black, white, and there seemed to be no difference.
"No, there is still a difference." Bao Zheng shook his head gently, dispelling the illusion in his mind: "Some chess pieces can do more things, so they have to be placed in places where they can better display their talents, but Master Lu is also right, all chess pieces are just chess pieces."
"If a prince breaks the law, he is guilty of the same crime as a commoner." Bao Zheng laughed at himself and said, "The ancients understood this truth, but I have only just understood it now. I have lived for decades in vain."
After saying this, Bao Zheng gradually felt that his body and mind were lighter. He subconsciously touched the black cat lying on his left shoulder, and then smiled: "In the name of Wangshu, all the filth and evil in the world will be wiped out."
Bao Zheng returned home and had a good sleep. Then the next day in the court, he stood out directly, holding the jade tablet in both hands and said: "Your Majesty, I have something to report. A year ago, Wang Pingzhang abused his power as a military supervisor, causing hundreds of thousands of casualties in the Northern Expedition Army, and a rout of a hundred miles, which almost led to a disaster. Although he later built Xingqing City and repelled the counterattack of the Western Xia army twice, he has made great contributions, but the merits and demerits must be clearly distinguished, and the merits must be distinguished first. Therefore, I suggest that all the positions and official positions of Wang Pingzhang be stripped, and he should be sent to Qiongzhou for ten years of labor. After the sentence is over, the merits will be discussed, and then the rewards and promotions will be given."
When these words were spoken, all the civil and military officials in the court were shocked, and Wang Anshi's face turned from rosy to pale.
Master Pang was so frightened that he pulled off his own white beard.
"Bao Heitan, do you want to kill someone?" Master Pang stood up and pointed at Bao Zheng and cursed.
It's no wonder that he was so anxious. Qiongzhou (Hainan) at that time was recognized as a dangerous place. The climate was extremely hot, and there were miasma and poisonous insects everywhere. In addition, the journey was long and the population was sparse. Any small problem on the road could result in death.
Since ancient times, nine out of ten criminals sent to Qiongzhou died.
Wang Anshi was his confidant and successor whom he had carefully cultivated, so he was naturally anxious.
Bao Zheng said firmly: "This is already a lenient sentence. If it weren't for the laws of the Song Dynasty, which do not punish scholars and officials, I would have even wanted to behead Wang Pingzhang outside the Meridian Gate."
At this point, everyone understood that Bao Zheng was serious this time and was indeed showing mercy.
Wang Anshi looked at Bao Zheng in a daze. He didn't quite understand. Hadn't the important officials under the Secretariat already discussed this before?
As long as he was sent to a remote place and served as a county magistrate for three years, he could return to the court.
How come I was exiled now, and to a cruel and hostile place like Qiongzhou?
Normally, the civil servants in the court would not drive their political enemies to that place unless they had a deep hatred for their father's murderer.
How on earth had I offended Privy Councilor Bao?
Zhao Zhen sat on the dragon throne, feeling a little restless.
He seemed to see Bao Zheng again during his time as the Censor. Bao Zheng at that time was still young, and just like he is now, sharp and fierce, with eyes as sharp as swords.
No... Bao Zheng's eyes are even more frightening now. Not only do they look like a sword, they even look like a sword with divine light.
The feeling of being pointed at in the nose and sprayed for an hour, with spit all over my face and not daring to talk back, came back again.
He smiled awkwardly: "Lord Bao, why don't we...oh, I'll listen to you."
He stopped talking before he had finished speaking halfway.
All the civil and military officials stood there like wooden pillars, not knowing what to say.
Only Master Pang stood up and said angrily, "Prefect Bao, this punishment is too severe. I don't agree with it."
"I uphold the verdict with the authority of the prefect of Kaifeng. If anyone disagrees, you can argue with me." Bao Zheng stood up straight, looked at Master Pang coldly, and said loudly: "I know the laws of the Song Dynasty by heart and can recite them by heart. The verdict on Wang Pingzhangshi is legal and reasonable! If Master Pang disagrees, you can use the law to refute me."
Master Pang suddenly became anxious. He knew that he would not be able to compete with Bao Zheng. After all, Bao Zheng rose to the top slowly by handling cases, helping the people resolve disputes and redressing grievances.
And Master Pang had led troops, fought in wars, stored land, and managed local government affairs. Although he did a lot of things, he did not handle many cases. Compared with Bao Zheng, he was far inferior.
How could one possibly argue with that?
He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, then snorted, shook his sleeves heavily, stood sideways, and didn't want to say anything anymore.
Wang Anshi looked at Master Pang who had admitted defeat, and his pale face turned gray.
After the court was dismissed, what happened in the court seemed to spread throughout the capital, and then fermented to the Song territory in the southeast, northwest, and northeast.
Many families of the Northern Expedition soldiers hid in their houses and cried secretly, and then quietly hung up Bao Zheng's longevity tablet.
Lu Sen didn’t know about this for the time being. He took his family and followed the canal back to Hangzhou, and then hid back in the cave.
After sleeping together, Pang Meir finally had the qualifications to practice the "immortal technique".
This made Ringo quite envious.
The twin disciples were practicing even harder because they were both taught a lesson by Yang Jinhua yesterday.
Although Yaoyao and Kunkun are very sensible, they are still young after all. After staying with Lu Sen for a long time, they have become a little lazy.
I am not practicing as hard or seriously anymore.
He was infected with Lu Sen's habit of living from day to day.
After all, it is normal for a disciple to follow his master.
But Yang Jinhua couldn't stand it. Lu Sen was her husband and the head of the family, so of course she wouldn't say anything.
But this cannot be said for Yaoyao and Kunkun.
It is a rare opportunity for them to learn immortal arts, yet they dare not take it seriously... If they are not disciplined, they will go too far in the future and will definitely anger their husbands.
Yang Jinhua knew Lu Sen too well. After all, husband and wife are of one mind and one body.
Lu Sen is the kind of person who won't get angry as long as you don't cross the line.
But people are lazy. Yaoyao and Kunkun grew up in a busy and stressful environment. Suddenly they got such a leisurely living environment. Plus they are still young, so it is normal for their mood to change.
But I’m afraid that this change cannot be stopped and I will become more and more lazy.
If the bottom line of your master is touched, it won't be solved by just a scolding or two.
The master has a lot of things to do and a lot of things to consider . He doesn't have time to take care of them, so it's up to me, his master's wife, to take care of them!
So Yang Jinhua took a whip and beat the two little girls.
He hit the two little girls where there was more flesh, making them cry and beg for mercy.
After the fight, Yang Jinhua personally took some honey water and applied it to their wounds, then said, "Don't blame Master's wife for being cruel. You finally have this opportunity to come to our cave to learn immortal arts. It is a great blessing for you. I know the master's character. He is not the kind of man who likes to talk too much. He doesn't pay attention to what you say, but only to what you do. Now, think about it, what is your attitude towards cultivation recently?"
Yaoyao and Kunkun were a little angry at first. The master didn't blame us, so how could you, a master's wife, do this?
But now when I hear it, I feel embarrassed.
They also know their own business.
"No matter what, practice well and don't get lazy." Yang Jinhua sighed and said, "You two Ni'er, do you know how much we three mistresses envy you... That's the Taoist tradition, the real fairy magic, not the fake fairy magic we are practicing now."
"Are sword-controlling techniques all fake immortal techniques?"
Yang Jinhua smiled, smeared some honey water on Kunkun's little buttocks, patted them vigorously, and said, "No matter how powerful the sword-controlling technique is, it was created by humans. But your master's Taoism is the breath of immortality left by his master who ascended to the immortal world. Do you think that no matter how powerful the magic of the human world is, it can compare with the real immortal way?"
Hearing this, the two girls' eyes lit up. Kunkun hugged Yang Jinhua's arm and said coquettishly, "Master's wife, then tell us more about Master. There are many things that Master won't tell us."
