The Old Man Tianxuan Divines the Secrets of Heaven (Part 1)

"Think of our great Chinese nation. Since Pangu separated the sky from the earth and through the inheritance of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, up to now, it has a history of more than four thousand years without our realizing it. It is just like the surging and unceasing cold waters of the Yangtze River, existing since ancient times and enduring forever.

Time flies like a shuttle, and more than four thousand years have passed by in the blink of an eye. Countless dynasties have risen and fallen during this period. However, the heroic spirit of men who were 'born and grew up here' and fearlessly shed their blood, even sacrificing their lives, has never faded in the slightest. It can truly be said that they have captured the creation of heaven and earth and astonished the radiance of the sun and the moon!"

The one who said these words was a thin and completely white-robed old man.

From a distance, the old man was seen sitting slightly to one side in front of an octagonal table. He had a kind face, exuding an air of amiability and approachability that made people unable to resist getting close to him. Strangely enough, the old man's hair, eyelashes, and beard were all snow-white while he sat there serenely, making him look like an immortal descending from the heavens, which made people involuntarily yearn for him.

There was a large crowd surrounding the old man. People gathered around him as if the old man had an irresistible magic power.

All these people were attracted by the old man's words. His words were like the sweet rain from the sky, refreshing people's hearts.

Among these people, there were the elderly, children, middle-aged women, and young and strong men. Some were sitting at other tables, some were simply standing, and some were even sitting cross-legged on the ground.

But everyone listened quietly to the old man's words. The old man's words made it impossible for these people to close their ears, and they could only listen attentively.

The old man's words were like a clear spring between.

"Think of our great Chinese nation. Since Pangu separated the sky from the earth and through the inheritance of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, up to now, it has a history of more than four thousand years without our realizing it. It is just like the surging and unceasing cold waters of the Yangtze River, existing since ancient times and enduring forever.

Time flies like a shuttle, and more than four thousand years have passed by in the blink of an eye. Countless dynasties have risen and fallen during this period. However, the heroic spirit of men who were 'born and grew up here' and fearlessly shed their blood, even sacrificing their lives, has never faded in the slightest. It can truly be said that they have captured the creation of heaven and earth and astonished the radiance of the sun and the moon!"

The one who said these words was a thin and completely white-robed old man.

From a distance, the old man was seen sitting slightly to one side in front of an octagonal table. He had a kind face, exuding an air of amiability and approachability that made people unable to resist getting close to him. Strangely enough, the old man's hair, eyelashes, and beard were all snow-white while he sat there serenely, making him look like an immortal descending from the heavens, which made people involuntarily yearn for him.

There was a large crowd surrounding the old man. People gathered around him as if the old man had an irresistible magic power.

All these people were attracted by the old man's words. His words were like the sweet rain from the sky, refreshing people's hearts.

Among these people, there were the elderly, children, middle-aged women, and young and strong men. Some were sitting at other tables, some were simply standing, and some were even sitting cross-legged on the ground.

But everyone listened quietly to the old man's words. The old man's words made it impossible for these people to close their ears, and they could only listen attentively.

The old man's words were like a clear spring between heaven and earth, giving a glimmer of hope to those who had long been numbed by life.

Their hearts seemed to be filled with boiling blood, just like a swordsman who, upon encountering an unjust situation, would be filled with righteous indignation, ready to fight against the tyranny and uphold justice.

This was taking place in a teahouse. The teahouse was located in a market in Suzhou, and there were a great many customers coming and going.

Some of them were small vendors, some were customers, and some were women who came early in the morning to buy vegetables for their family meals.

There were also some underage boys and girls. When they were tired from playing, they would come to the teahouse to have a sip of cold tea to quench their thirst.

The business of this teahouse was really good. The old man had been telling stories in the teahouse for over a month. The old man seemed to be an immortal, and perhaps many people had already regarded him as a celestial being.

Perhaps it was precisely because they thought he was an immortal that they listened so quietly to the old man's fascinating stories.

Many of these people were already extremely familiar with the old man. They even traveled a long way just to hear his stories.

They would arrive early and secure their seats, all in order to listen to the old man tell stories that were full of philosophy and excitement.

Thus, the old man had become the "immortal" in everyone's heart. This title was by no means exaggerated, because in a certain sense, the old man was indeed an immortal.

The old man's words were things that the common people rarely heard in their daily lives. Some of them might never even hear such words in their entire lives, and there were also things that they would never know about.

This old man, it seemed, knew everything. He knew what people knew, and he also knew what people didn't know. Moreover, the old immortal could always expound on profound meanings.

Therefore, the old man had become the immortal in everyone's heart, and some people simply called him the old immortal.

Everyone held him in the utmost respect. This was not only because the old man's words were profound and broad, inspiring people's imagination and often enabling them to understand the past and predict the future.

More importantly, it was the old man's appearance. He was dressed all in white, as if untouched by the slightest dust, and his features were extremely elegant.

Everyone could tell that when the old man was young, he must have been an extremely handsome man. Although he was now in his old age, he still had a clear and delicate face, and there was an indescribable freshness between his brows.

Everyone was certain that he must have been a handsome man in his youth.

Some people in the crowd even felt inferior. They could hardly believe that such an old man could be so refined, so elegant, and so handsome.

Even the boys of seventeen or eighteen years old thought that the old man was extremely handsome, but they didn't dare to be jealous. Because in their hearts, the old man was an immortal, an all-knowing immortal. Everyone respected him so much that how could they possibly be jealous of the old man?

The old man's previous words were a general overview of China's more than four thousand years of history at that time. When he spoke, he was neither hasty nor slow, with a moderate tone. There was a hint of masculine righteousness hidden in his gentle voice.

The old man's eyes seemed very profound. Sometimes, when he reached the exciting parts of the story, his eyes would shine with a sharp light, just like a bright lamp illuminating the way ahead, exuding an overwhelming charm that could capture people's hearts!

When the old man told stories, he was full of energy. An infinite spiritual power was revealed between his brows. He was animated, talking and laughing freely, making the stories vivid and lifelike. This was also an important reason why everyone was willing to listen to his stories.

Over the past month or so, the old man had become a regular customer of this teahouse. Of course, the old man had also brought along quite a few regular customers.

Some people who usually didn't like to come to this teahouse to drink tea had to come here in order to hear the old man's stories. They would sit down, drink the cold tea, and listen to the old man's touching stories.

As a result, the business of this teahouse had become much more prosperous than before. This was all thanks to the old immortal. The owner of the teahouse really admired the old man.

He even hoped that the old man would live a long and healthy life. He truly wished that the old man could come to the teahouse every day, sit in front of this octagonal table, and tell thrilling stories one after another. Then, there would be no need to worry about the business of the teahouse.

The old man would come to this tea house every morning. He was going to tell his stories, and of course, the tea house was already crowded with people. Before the old man arrived, it was already packed like a sea of people.

The old man had already become the immortal in everyone's heart. Once one became an immortal, there would naturally be many people who would worship him. Perhaps at this moment, the old man was secretly delighted in his heart.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked, "Old immortal, what kind of story are you going to tell us today?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Don't be in a hurry. A story is a story. A story naturally has its causes and consequences. Let this old man tell you today's story bit by bit."

So, everyone listened quietly to the old man, waiting for him to tell this story...

The old man slowly said, "Back then, Yu the Great of Xia had remarkable achievements in taming the floods and became a god in the hearts of the common people. However, although the Xia Dynasty lasted for several hundred years, in the end, it was destroyed by King Tang of Shang.The Shang Dynasty also endured for several hundred years, but in the end, King Zhou of Shang was extremely tyrannical. He persecuted the loyal and righteous ministers in the court, and finally, he was deserted by his subordinates and incurred the wrath of all the officials.

Jiang Taigong, in accordance with the righteousness of heaven and earth, recruited many capable generals and assisted the Duke of Zhou. Following the will of the common people across the land, in the end, the army of King Wu of Zhou attacked Chaoge and overthrew the Shang Dynasty. Thus, the glorious Shang Dynasty that had lasted for several hundred years came to an end.

"What do you think is the root cause of all this?"

Among the crowd, there was a young and strong man who spoke in a very loud voice, as if he wanted everyone in the teahouse to hear him. The man said, "It's because King Zhou of Shang was greedy for beauty and doted on the demonic Daji, which led to the collapse of the imperial court and the anger of the ministers!"

After hearing this, the old man smiled slightly and said, "This young man only knows one aspect of the matter and not the other. Let me ask you, which man in the world doesn't love a beautiful woman?Even the monks in Shaolin Temple, I'm afraid, still have some worldly desires.

When I was young, I once fell in love with a woman.

However, between beauty and the country, King Zhou of Shang failed to weigh the pros and cons. Instead of saying that Daji was as beautiful as a fairy and more enchanting than a fox spirit,

it's better to say that King Zhou of Shang lacked self-restraint!

Just imagine, if King Zhou of Shang had been wholeheartedly devoted to the country back then, not being bewitched by women, and had been an upright person.

Then, how could King Zhou of Shang have been deceived by a mere Daji?

And thus, he would not have brought about the downfall of the Shang Dynasty?"

When the crowd heard this, they all clapped and praised.

In everyone's heart, when it came to the fall of the Shang Dynasty, they all believed that it was Daji's fault, whether it was from rumors or what they had read in books.

However, this old man directly pointed the blame at King Zhou of Shang. Everyone admired his courage and boldness.

People respected the old man even more. No one had ever said such words before, and the old man not only said them but also made a lot of sense!

The crowd was astonished by his words. No one could have imagined that the old man would say such things.

The old man seemed not to care at all about the crowd's astonishment and continued, "After King Wu of Zhou overthrew the Shang Dynasty, he made great efforts to govern the country well. He enfeoffed many nobles and granted titles and lands to many meritorious ministers, allowing them to support their wives and children and rule over certain regions.

However, in the later period, the royal family of Zhou declined, and many heroes emerged. All the vassal states began to recruit troops and purchase weapons, fighting everywhere and seeking to dominate.

When the royal family of Zhou was in an extremely weakened state, in the end, King You of Zhou, in order to make a beauty smile, repeatedly played false alarms with the beacon fires, which made the vassal lords angry and everyone condemned him.

The prestige of the King of Zhou disappeared completely, which doomed the downfall of the Zhou Dynasty.

During the decline of the Zhou Dynasty, there were disputes among the states, and the world was in chaos. The seven states of Qi, Chu, Yan, Zhao, Han, Wei, and Qin vied for dominance, and there were continuous battles between the states, causing great suffering to the common people.

Kings such as Duke Huan of Qi, Duke Wen of Jin, King Zhuang of Chu, Duke Mu of Qin, King Xiang of Song, King Helü of Wu, and King Goujian of Yue once dominated for a time.

Civil and military officials such as Sun Wu, Wu Zixu, Baili Xi, Confucius, Fan Li, Guan Zhong, Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Sun Bin, Pang Juan, Mozi, Zhuangzi, Xunzi, Wu Qi, and Han Feizi all showed their talents, and a hundred schools of thought contended.

In the end, Qin Shi Huang unified the whole country and connected the Central Plains. His achievements will never be forgotten for thousands of years and are indelible!

What do you think of Qin Shi Huang's achievements?"

An old woman in the crowd said, "Although Qin Shi Huang unified the Central Plains, what he did was not satisfactory.

When he built the Great Wall, he mobilized hundreds of thousands of laborers, causing many families to be separated and disrupted. In this regard, Qin Shi Huang was completely wrong!"

After hearing these words, the old man seemed to be completely calm in his heart and simply said indifferently, "That's not right. Qin Shi Huang was both wrong and not wrong.

Of course, Qin Shi Huang did a lot of wrong things. He mobilized hundreds of thousands of laborers, and there was the story of Meng Jiangnu crying down the Great Wall.

This made many common people grieve. Qin Shi Huang burned books and buried scholars alive, which wronged many literati.

However, Qin Shi Huang's faults cannot overshadow his achievements. If it hadn't been for Qin Shi Huang's unification of the country, perhaps the world today would not be like this!

Qin Shi Huang created a new situation and unified the Central Plains. His merits outweigh his demerits."

After hearing this, the crowd was stunned, open-mouthed, and extremely surprised. They never expected that the old man would say such things.

In their hearts, Qin Shi Huang's faults had always been deeply ingrained. They thought that although Qin Shi Huang established the Great Qin Empire, his measures were not popular.

However, today the old man's words were like a bright light that illuminated everyone's hearts and made them suddenly see things clearly.

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