Song Xingguo walked in a muddy alley in despair. The mud was covered with the sides of his shoes, like shackles, constantly exerting gravity.
The heavy rain fell on my head, flowing down my cheeks and into my heart, and the chill that penetrated my heart first entered my heart.
Song Xingguo's eyes were a little dull. He first thought that he was doing a good job as an official, but he didn't expect that reality gave him a slap in the face. This slap was worse than the punches that Yang Xingyan hit him one after another. It hurts a hundred times a thousand times.
Song Xingguo grew up in Ziyun Court since he was a child.
His parents were both scholars at Ziyun Academy. They met in Ziyun Academy and fell in love with each other in Ziyun Academy.
She even gave birth to him, so he grew up in an academy full of books.
Having been nurtured since childhood, he studied hard and studied seriously since he was a child.
One day he met an old man with a gray beard. The man told him that he had a lot of knowledge and asked him if he wanted to learn it.
Song Xingguo first asked cautiously: How much is a lot?
The old man with a gray beard told him: A hundred of your parents are as powerful.
So this somewhat stupid scholar worshiped the old man with a gray beard as his teacher.
This sentence of "teacher" lasted half of his life.
This is the only time that Song Xingguo has never been a hundred miles away from Ziyun Court in his entire life.
And he had this opportunity only because his parents died at the hands of monsters that year while trying to deal with them.
The current emperor remembered that his parents had devoted themselves to suppressing demons. Under the joint proposal of a group of great scholars, Song Xingguo came to Jiangnan alone and became the prefect of Jiangnan that many people dreamed of.
When he first arrived here, many people looked at him coldly, and even had a vague right to ignore him.
Song Xingguo was not afraid, but allowed them to play freely, because his teacher who respected him as a father told him that as long as he was alive, no one would dare to bully him.
Thinking of that day, all the forces in Jiangnan joined forces to try to humiliate him, but they were overwhelmed by his reputation as a disciple of a saint.
Recalling the day he left the academy, the teacher asked him: What do you think being an official is for?
Song Xingguo thought for a moment and replied: For the sake of all the people in the world, the people of Li.
The teacher shook his head slightly and said: These eight words are easy to say, but do you know how heavy they are?
Song Xingguo was stunned for a moment, thought about it seriously, and then said with a wry smile: The student doesn't know.
The teacher gently patted his shoulder and held up three fingers in front of him: three things.
The first thing is to stick to your heart and be fair and just.
The second thing is to be aware of everything and be considerate of the people.
The third thing is to know that people are suffering and to understand people is difficult.
As for why it was shot in the west, God knows what it means.
Song Xingguo unknowingly walked through the muddy alley, and the dirt road under his feet turned into bluestone paving again. It was obviously the same city.
Song Xingguo returned to the Yamen and walked into the Yamen.
His dejected and embarrassed appearance frightened all the officials. Many people asked him what happened, but he ignored them one by one and just held the wooden box in his arms tightly.
Thinking about it over the years, the reputation of disciple of the saint has been so useful that he no longer believes that anyone dares to deceive others and dare not stir up trouble.
If this identity were taken away, could he still be on an equal footing with all the forces in Jiangnan?
"General Zhao." Song Xingguo shouted with empty eyes.
A tall official came out, "Master Song, are you calling me?"
"Have you used up all the money allocated to you last time?"
"My lord, it has been more than five days since I used it. But the head of my family knows that Lord Song cannot see the suffering of the people, so he specially ordered me to use some money and food from my family to help the victims first."
Song Xingguo's empty eyes gradually regained their expression, and his eyes were as bright as fire as he quietly looked at the quibbles of his former confidant.
The money in this box is not a small amount each time, it is equivalent to the income of a moderately powerful family in Jiangnan for nearly a year.
Song Xingguo said in a cold voice: "So, General Zhao and Patriarch Zhao are thinking about me?"
General Zhao immediately realized something and quickly winked at the person next to him.
The man immediately understood and walked to Song Xingguo's side to excuse him: "Master Song's words are wrong. Chief Zhao and Master Zhao are not thinking about you. They are sharing the pressure for everyone. This consideration is commendable. ”
"Master Zhao is really a role model for our generation..."
Everyone said something to me.
Song Xingguo turned his head and looked outside the yamen, closing his eyes slightly.
Officials protect each other, officials shield each other, deceive the superiors and deceive the inferiors, oppress the people, and line their own pockets.
Is this what being an official is?
Song Xingguo didn't like such an official very much, but he had to recognize him.
It turns out that such a prosperous Jiangnan is also divided into poor and rich people.
After calming down and concentrating, the sparse sounds gradually disappeared, and the rain outside seemed to have stopped.
Song Xingguo didn't like this kind of world and officialdom.
The books he had read told him that being an official should not be like this.
……
Kong Shiliu imitated the man next to him, raised his head and looked up at the sky fifteen degrees to the west, and saw the stars behind him among the dark clouds in the sky.
Ye Baiyi's eyes were deep and bottomless.
"What are you looking at?" Kong Shiliu finally couldn't help asking, looking at the sky boringly was a bit boring.
Ye Baiyi pointed to the starlight shining through the dark clouds in the sky and said, "I'm looking at the person who sent this rain."
Kong Shiliu rolled his eyes, he must be crazy.
Even if it rains, why don't you say that the saint is here?
Who is so capable?
Of course Ye Baiyi saw through her inner thoughts, but he didn't reveal it.
Just because you don't believe it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
There are many people with great supernatural powers in this world.
Everyone knows that entering the third stage of the human realm is the beginning of the spiritual path, but they do not know that only by entering the heavenly realm can one be truly lucky enough to see the majesty and vastness of this heaven and earth.
Compared with the division of the previous three realms, the last realm has as many as twelve levels.
If you compare the path of spiritual practice to stairs.
The nine divisions of warriors are only nine steps.
The three divisions of Renjing Phase III are just three floors.
The nine divisions of the Nine Heavens are nine mountains.
And each of the twelve levels of human beings on that day is divided into a small world and a big world.
The further up you go, the more you can feel the endless realm of practice.
There have been so many heavenly beings accumulated throughout the ages, but there are only a few people who can truly dominate the world.
Go forward three generations to the Buddha who realized all kinds of Buddhism. In the previous era, there was a literary saint who entered the supreme realm with one sudden enlightenment. In the previous era, there was a Tongxuan Taoist who conquered the world with one sword.
These are all representatives of an era, but they do not represent an era.
And in this era, there have been endless amounts of powerful beings.
Ye Baiyi did not argue with him. Some things cannot be experienced personally without a certain level of vision and strength.
