"Grand Preceptor, I have a matter that I would like to ask Grand Preceptor for help with.”Di Xin said.
Even Grand Preceptor Wen, who was an elder of three dynasties and a minister entrusted with the royal whip, felt fear and trepidation when he heard Di Xin's words.
"I wonder what Your Majesty has to instruct this old minister about.”
"I heard that the Sect Master of Jie School advocates education without discrimination. I quite agree with this idea. He wants to build a school in Zhaoge to teach the children etiquette and Taoism. I would like to ask the Grand Preceptor to help me invite a few fellow daoists to be teachers.”
"This! The disciples of Jie School were all cultivating bitterly in the various mountains. They probably would not enter the court as officials.”
"It's just teaching. It doesn't involve the Imperial Court. "I hope Grand Preceptor can help me. Moreover, doesn't Jie School advocate education without discrimination?”
"Your Majesty's cultivation depends on one's luck. You can't force it. This method feels a little inappropriate.”
Grand Preceptor Wen was also worried. If it was immortal cultivation, it would definitely depend on one's luck.
The king's method would make fate an empty talk.
When Di Xin saw Grand Preceptor Wen's expression, he knew it was time for him to use his unique skill, the Verbal Evasion.
After detecting the host's actions, convince Grand Preceptor Wen to bring five disciples of Jie School to serve you.
[Mission reward: Dao Yun Academy, 500 years of cultivation]
'Other than rewarding cultivation, can I reward anything else? For example, a Great Dao Fruit or a Connate Cardinal treasure.'
Di Xin cursed in his heart. What a lousy reward.
When would he be as powerful as the main characters in those novels?
Thinking about the first day he transmigrated, he could point at the three thousand mighty figures of the Purple Cloud Palace and say loudly,"Eat sh * t, you bunch of losers. If you follow such a Daofather, don't even think about becoming a Saint in this lifetime.”
On the other hand, he actually had to make paper after crossing through the Primordial World to become a god.
Damn it, do you really think you've traveled through feudal history?
Although he was thinking about it, Di Xin didn't show it. He just smiled and looked at Grand Preceptor Wen.
"Grand Preceptor, before the Three Sovereigns, there was no silk. It was because Leizu discovered that cocoons could be spun into silk and made into clothes. Even if it was clothing, before the human race, all the races wore animal skins. Some mighty figures might even wear Daoist robes. It wasn't until the human race was born that we were able to make all kinds of beautiful clothes with hemp and silk. Could it be that this was also against the heavens?”
"But!" Grand Preceptor Wen still wanted to persist.
"The past doesn't mean that everything is right. Just like Jie School, it did not exist when Pangu created the world. Why did it exist later?”
As a modern keyboard warrior, Di Xin's eloquence had long reached the peak. He could look down on the world with a single word.
"Since the king has said so much, I can only give it a try.”Grand Preceptor Wen saw that he couldn't refuse and could only nod. He was prepared to visit his fellow disciples in two days to see if anyone was willing.
"Once again, I thank the Grand Preceptor on behalf of the human race and future students.”
When Wen Zhong saw Di Xin bow, he hurriedly got off the black qilin." Your Majesty, please don't be like this. You've ruined my reputation."”
He was indeed a wise monarch! He actually almost thought of him as a fatuous ruler. He was really ashamed.
Wen Zhong felt that he had not helped the wrong person. This Di Xin was definitely a top-notch Saint Monarch.
If his plan was successful and the school he spoke of was really opened, he would probably be more meritorious than the three emperors.
After thanking Grand Preceptor Wen, Di Xin turned to look at Huang Feihu.
"King Wucheng, listen up."
"Your subject obeys the decree."
"I order you to find a mountain peak outside Zhaoge City and build a school called Haoran Academy. No mistakes are allowed, or I will skin you alive.”
"I accept your decree."
After Huang Feihu received the edict, he left in a hurry. It just so happened that the workers who were building the Dragon King Temple had not left yet, so he could also build the academy.
"Grand Preceptor Wen, please."
In front of Dragon Virtue Hall, Wen Zhong got off the ink qilin and was led in by Di Xin.
At this moment, the craftsmen that Huang Feihu had found were still here.
He had originally asked them to make paper, but when he heard that Grand Preceptor Wen had returned, he ran out.
Hearing Di Xin's description of paper, Wen Zhong nodded repeatedly.
"If this item can appear in the world, it will definitely be a blessing for Great Shang. You're talented and intelligent, and you have the ability to carry a cauldron. If you're willing to listen to the advice of the ministers, you can also achieve great achievements. Don't repeat what happened to the Nuwa Palace.”
Hearing Grand Preceptor Wen's earnest teachings, Di Xin could only nod.
After all, he was holding the King Beating Whip in his hand. According to the memories of his predecessor, this thing really hurt when hitting people.
If he had hit the right spot, he could have been bedridden for half a month.
"Leave this so-called paper-making matter to this old minister. After all, His Majesty still has to approve the memorial and should not be distracted.”
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