Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

At the end of the sentence, Daoyan was almost crazy, giving instructions to the three of them.

"The biggest blood-sucking bug!"

"Smaller vampires!"

When he saw Yuan Gong in ragged clothes and carrying a wine gourd on his back, Daoyan was startled and sniffed carefully.

"I don't have the smell of a carnivore on me, so there's no need to smell it."

After Yuan Gong finished speaking, he took off the wine gourd and took a big sip of wine.

"Old monk, you..." Zhu Di laughed angrily, "Mr. Jiang's words are all noble and profound, how could you misinterpret them like this?"

"You said that I was the True Dragon Emperor back then, how come I have become a blood-sucking insect today?"

"Hahaha" Dao Yan raised his head and laughed, showing his madness, "The body of a real dragon? It's just a fat white worm surging with pus! You get something for nothing and parasitize the people of the world. You really think you are a real dragon and the emperor. Already?!"

Zhu Di was about to be furious, but the reason why he wasn't afraid was that he didn't even look at the sky.

It is because Zhu Di conquered the country with his own hands with one sword and one shot. He made countless comebacks in desperate situations in dangerous battles, not relying on the help of divine wind, but relying on his decisiveness on the battlefield and the lives of the Yan army soldiers.

In other words, the position of the True Dragon Emperor was not chosen or helped by anyone, but Zhu Di took it by force.

Zhu Di simply doesn't believe in the existence of immortal dragons. These things are far less powerful to him than his father, Zhu Yuanzhang.

Therefore, even if he suspected that Jiang Xinghuo was a banished immortal, Zhu Di's attitude was not that of fear.

Zhu Di's inner demon is Zhu Yuanzhang, whose historical writing is as iron as iron, not some fairy and true dragon!

"I sat in this position by relying on the knife in my hand and walking on the bones, step by step. I have never gained anything without hard work!"

Dao Yan opened his mouth to say something else, but Yuan Gong next to him suddenly spit out his wine while he raised his head and opened his mouth.

"puff!"

A mouthful of wine sprayed all over Dao Yan's face. Dao Yan was caught off guard. He choked on the wine and coughed repeatedly. When it was poured on his face, his cheeks turned red, which made him furious.

Dao Yan wiped his face with the sleeves of his cassock and wanted to compete with Yuan Gong, who was born in the same year as him.

"Dao Yan, you have broken the precepts!"

Yuan Gong's words suddenly stunned Dao Yan.

Yuan Gong was not talking about breaking the abstention from drinking and being angry, but was talking about another thing.

Dao Yan suddenly remembered what Yuan Gong said when he met Yuan Gong at Songshan Temple twenty years ago, "The way of heaven can be revealed but not leaked, but if it is leaked, it will harm the way of humanity. This is the precept of the fortune teller."

Dao Yan looked at Yuan Gong, and Yuan Gong nodded, saying nothing.

Dao Yan understood what the other party meant. Yuan Gong wanted to tell him that even if the truth he realized was correct and was the inevitable direction of future development, leaking it now might not be beneficial to the world.

This has the meaning of "spiral upward".

But Dao Yan, who has always understood the hidden dragon in the abyss, is extremely stubborn and has no intention of waking up from his "madness".

"Jushi Yuan, is Dao Yan crazy?" Zhu Di asked with a frown.

In Zhu Di's view, the mastermind who had been with him for more than 20 years was indeed a madman at this time.

But contrary to Zhu Di's expectation, Yuan Gong saw Dao Yan's stubborn attitude and instead spoke to Zhu Di very sincerely.

"Daoyan is not crazy, he just sees too far."

Yuan Gong turned to Dao Yan and advised: "Dao Yan, since you have vented your anger, you might as well talk about the obstacles in your heart."

Yuan Gong said to Zhu Di again: "Your Majesty, I advise you to listen patiently and listen to what Dao Yan has realized."

Now that the two sides had persuaded each other, Dao Yan no longer looked as crazy as before. Zhu Gaochi, who was silent next to him, picked up a few dusty futons, and the four of them gathered around the clay sculpture of Wei Tuo Tianzun. Sit in a circle.

"Just say it, if you can't explain why, I will definitely punish you for the offense you committed today!" Zhu Di said angrily.

Zhu Gaochi smiled when he looked at his father who was pouting like a child waiting for his companion to admit his mistake.

Dao Yan, however, did not give in. He first stood up and saluted with his hands clasped in the direction of the prison.

"Wonderful Jiang Sheng!"

He immediately sat down and met Zhu Di's gaze without any fear.

"Today I will start from ancient times and talk about the dragon-slaying skills taught to me by Jiang Sheng."

"In ancient times, everyone was ignorant. Although there were differences between tribal leaders and people, they were all engaged in production and made a living by hunting and gathering."

"As of Yao and Shun, manufacturing power was much more developed than in ancient times. Agricultural planting provided stable seasonal harvests, making it possible for a detached class that did not specialize in production, and aristocrats, priests, and armies emerged."

"And these proletarians who performed their respective duties united and established the Xia Dynasty."

"The dynasty has become the so-called 'dragon'."

"But it's not a dragon after all. It's just a blood-sucking insect attached to the producer, a blood-sucking insect that releases paralyzing toxins."

"The blood-sucking worm itself cannot produce blood!"

"As the blood-sucking insects suck blood, the paralyzing toxin loses effect, and the producers who gradually lose blood will become manic, and then destroy the blood-sucking insects."

Hearing this, Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi frowned, which was a bit of an alternative interpretation of Jiang Xinghuo's "On National Destiny".

The principle is still the same. For example, the so-called paralyzing poison can be understood as the "Five Arts of Controlling the People" of Legalism, Dong Zhongshu's "Induction of Heaven and Man", and even the Buddhist theory of the afterlife.

In short, what Dao Yan said does exist, but comparing the dynasty to a worm still makes them feel a bit narrow-minded.

"For blood-sucking insects, if the blood-sucking insect does not want to be eliminated by the intolerable producers, then it must suck fresh blood, that is, rule more populations."

"But sucking more blood will certainly delay the effectiveness of the toxin, but it will also cause the blood-sucking insects to become larger. When they become larger, they require more blood to maintain. This is a vicious cycle."

"That's why the Qin Dynasty fell apart after unifying the world."

"Because Da Qin has sucked up all the blood it can absorb, and the blood converted by the Xiongnu and Baiyue further away is not enough to supply its huge and bloated body."

"So in the early years of the dynasty, everything is in ruins. New blood-sucking insects will thrive because its body is not big enough and can hold a lot of blood."

"And when it can no longer hold it, it will explode with a bang!"

When Dao Yan's spirited sermon came to an end, Zhu Di, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but refute.

"absurd!"

Zhu Di held his knees and asked loudly: "According to you, nobles, priests, and troops should not appear?"

"They shouldn't have appeared!" Dao Yan said equally loudly, "It's just wrong, it's a blood-sucking insect!"