Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

"The way is natural, Lao Huang, you are right!"

Zhao Lang said with a smile at this time.

The veteran Huang Shi was slightly startled. Although Zhao Lang agreed with him, he didn't know why, but his keen sense was a little wrong.

So he didn't answer the call.

Zhao Lang did not give up and said,

"Lao Huang, you think the Taoist doctrine is so good, of course it must be promoted, don't you think?"

The veteran Huang Shi carefully savored Zhao Lang's words, and felt that there was no problem.

Taoists are naturally pure and inactive, but they still care about their own doctrines.

The veteran Huang Shi nodded, and then dryly said,

"It's just that no one from my Taoist family is willing to take on this responsibility."

It takes a lot of time to promote one's own doctrine, so it is better to practice on your own.

Zhao Lang suddenly smiled.

"I'm willing to help this."

People always have spiritual sustenance needs, which is personal freedom.

Although Zhao Lang is firm materialism, he would not accuse such freedom.

However, if you have to believe it, your own is naturally better.

Hearing this, the veteran Huang Shi was slightly startled.

"Young Master Lang is willing to help? Do you also understand Taoism?"

Zhao Lang shook his head, he knew a Tao Te Ching, and there is a saying, Tao can be...

The old-fashioned Huangshi is a little confused, you don't understand, what can you do for me?

Seeing what Lao Huang meant, Zhao Lang smiled. He does not understand Taoism, but he understands what the people want!

"Lao Huang, I heard that Taoists have immortals, right?"

The veteran Huangshi thought for a while, and then said,

"My Taoists have a good way to say this, but it is different from what ordinary folks understand."

"Getting the Dao is just to discover and understand a world truth."

"As a result, the mind is mastered, and the body is just a skin. The moment of death, it is natural."

These few words made Zhao Lang squint his eyes. Damn, how come your Taoism is more materialistic than materialism.

But it is definitely not enough to say so, which is not conducive to spreading.

"Old Huang, how can you say that?"

"I will tell you a legend first."

"Once upon a time, the world was in chaos, in which a creation god named Pangu was born, holding a giant axe, opening the world..."

Following Zhao Lang's narration, the veteran Huang Shi slowly opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, besides, after the world has broken up, there is a mother god with a snake head and a snake body named Nuwa..."

Soon, Zhao Lang said Pangu god-tier, Nuwa creation, Kuafu chasing the sun and other myths and legends that were widely spread in later generations.

Although these legends and stories are extremely simple, but the veteran Huangshi listened to him with great excitement, and he could perceive the power of them!

It's just that he asked quickly,

"Young Master Lang, where did these legends come from?"

Zhao Lang said without blushing and heartbeat,

"It's all passed down between farmers. Look at this Pangu, isn't it the representative of the hard work of the Chinese people?"

"This Nuwa, isn't it a proof of the prosperous and prosperous Chinese people?"

"This Kuafu is just my Chinese people's perseverance and resistance to heaven."

"Lao Huang, you still don't have enough access to the people, you have to remember that the people have great wisdom."

The veteran Huang Shi nodded thoughtfully, but quickly frowned and asked.

"But what can the veteran do?"

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up, and that's what he was waiting for!

"Lao Huang, you compiled these myths and legends into classics and spread them out first."

"Then send Taoists to walk among the people and solve problems. The people will do the rest for you."

The old-fashioned Huangshi nodded his head again and again, but quickly said that,

"My Taoist school does not have so many disciples."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang smiled happily, man, he has it!"It's okay, Lao Huang, first gather all the Taoists and compile the classics first."

The veteran Huangshi said with some embarrassment,

"Young Master Lang, how can such things involve others?"

Zhao Lang's face was solemn, and he said,

"Old Huang! How can this hurt others?"

"Think about it, now and then, it really becomes, what kind of fame is this? Are you afraid that others will rob you of your fame?"

"Tsk tut, old Huang, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

The old-fashioned Huangshi was a little bit upright for a while, of course he didn't mean it.

"How could I be this kind of person! I'm going now..."

The old Dao was about to say that he was going to write a letter and call someone, but when he saw Zhao Lang's bright eyes, he suddenly recovered!

Frowned and asked,

"Young Master Lang, why are you so attached to Taoism for no reason?"

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment when he was asked, but he quickly smiled and said very sincerely,

"My own things are always better."

This is his truth.

Of course, if Taoism develops in the future, and these people are unwilling to take care of things, he can only reluctantly help.

The veteran Huang Shi looked at Zhao Lang carefully, but he didn't see any problems.

These things, it seems that there is no benefit at all.

I am afraid it will take ten or even a hundred years to see the effect.

The veteran Huang Shi couldn't help but glanced at Zhao Lang.

"Also, this matter, the old way will accept it."

Zhao Lang smiled suddenly, of course he wanted more than this.

This is only the first step of the establishment, and it will be reorganized afterwards.

Of course, for some things, it takes hundreds or even last year to see the effect.

It doesn't matter to him.

Anyway, now, the people of Daqin finally have an object to put their hearts on.

Let Tianyi send Lao Huang back to rest.

The slaves still didn't come back, they just sent people a letter, they were forcing information.

As for the process, Zhao Lang didn't ask much.

Early the next morning.

Zhao Lang saw that Lao Huang asked his servant to deliver the letter for him.

It seems to be a letter written overnight last night.

Zhao Lang nodded in satisfaction, these elderly people, one by one, are quite reliable.

When I went out and took a look, this morning was obviously much cleaner.

After all, the three schools of Confucianism, Law and Mohism have already left, and many people have left Xianyang yesterday.

It's just that Zhao Lang is still a little uncomfortable, but he didn't get much benefit from such a big event.

Both Confucianism and Legalism have not talked about it, and I originally planned to make too much progress.

Somehow the Confucian gave him a batch of ram Confucian students.

The Fajia doesn't even have a hair.

The Mo family he was thinking of, originally wanted to recruit some Mo family disciples, but in the end, he only met once.

It was also discovered that own papermaking and printing were leaked.

In short, blood loss.

"Oh, normal heart, normal heart, this world doesn't revolve around you."

Zhao Lang comforted himself a few words.

Then I was ready to go to Taiwei's Mansion.

He didn't have much to do now, so he pulled out the political strategist Su Ying who was hiding in the Goguryeo Embassy and killed him.

Then get those twenty thousand taels of gold.

Then you can go back to Zhuangzi to spend the winter happily.

Let the Erhei people guard their homes, Zhao Lang took them to death, and the Tianyi people set off.

No one noticed, not far away, a middle-aged goatee was grimly talking to the servant,

"Mei, this Zhuangzi is also here?"

"Huh, I said she found someone, she turned out to be the head of the family."

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