Chapter 1108
Chapter 1108
Guo Bule never expected that a child would dare to point his finger at him and curse. He knew they had some skills, but he was no coward either. In a moment of anger and anger, most of his reason was burned away, and he attacked without thinking.
Pan Yun reached out and grabbed his wrist as it shot out, pressing her thumb against the web between his thumb and forefinger. Guo Bule's gathered energy vanished instantly, leaving him completely unable to move.
He was startled and tried to pull himself back, but found he couldn't budge an inch.
Guobule's expression changed drastically.
"Brother, although I may be speaking bluntly, it is the truth."
“Since you know he speaks rudely, you should teach him a lesson.” Guo Bule’s arm was numb, but he still insisted: “Otherwise, if he wasn’t taught when he was young, he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to grow up.”
"Otherwise, if the family is powerful enough, one can still live to adulthood. If lucky, one might even live to have both a son and a daughter. At that time, family members will share the misfortune brought by not being able to raise him properly, like you, sir."
"You!" Guo Bule was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment. He could only try to pull his hand away, but his wrist fell into Pan Jun's hand. His struggle was as easy as squeezing an ant in her palm.
Guobule knew that the gap between the two sides was too great, and if he did not back down, he might not even be able to go home alive.
If he were alone, he would rather die than bow his head, but...
Guo Bule looked down at his daughter, who was excited and completely unaware of the danger, and could only suppress his anger and bow to Pan Yun: "I have offended you greatly just now. Please forgive me, Daoist, but my daughter's matter is a private matter, and I have no intention of spending money to avoid trouble."
Pan Yun glanced at the little girl, released Guo Bule's hand, and said with a soft laugh, "I am staying at Qingfeng Temple. If you change your mind, you can come to Qingfeng Temple to find me, or you can go to the local Taoist Registry to find me."
Pan Jun smiled and said, "This humble Taoist is Pan Sanzhu."
Only people in the Central Plains and Jiangnan regions know that the Imperial Preceptor's alias is Pan Sanzhu. In the North, especially in this newly developed area, people don't even know the Imperial Preceptor's surname.
Because they have their own beliefs, although the imperial government's provincial administration office and the Daoist Registry have been established here, there are very few Daoist temples under their jurisdiction.
The Qingfeng Temple that Pan Yun mentioned was a small Taoist temple that a wandering Taoist priest built two years ago after buying a piece of wasteland.
Because he built the Taoist temple, the Taoist Registry made an exception and issued him a Taoist ordination certificate.
The Taoist priest had been trying to pass the examination for twenty years, but unexpectedly, he was officially recognized for free after building a wild Taoist temple.
The news spread among the Taoist priests, and in the past two years, quite a few Taoist priests have come to Nurgan Commandery to open Taoist temples.
However, this kind of thing is only for those who do it for the first time; the Daolu Division seems to be blind to those who follow suit.
The Taoist priests who came here were so angry that they cursed loudly, feeling deeply deceived.
Not long ago, the Taoist priests, who had been trying for two years without being able to get a formal position, finally lost their temper and took turns running to the gate of the Taoist Registry to curse. First they cursed the Taoist Registry, then they cursed the Provincial Governor Xue Shao, and finally they cursed the entire court, the emperor and the Celestial Master's Mansion in a roundabout way.
Currently, apart from the Celestial Master and the Imperial Preceptor who haven't been explicitly named and criticized, they've criticized everyone they could across the country, and yet, their criticisms aren't illegal.
Oh, this brings us to the rules set by Old Zhu.
Ordinary people cursing officials is not considered illegal, as long as it doesn't involve cursing their ancestors for eighteen generations or harming their parents.
Furthermore, whenever commoners criticized officials, the censors were required to investigate whether the officials had harmed the people or violated laws and regulations…
Therefore, the censors of the Ming Dynasty had a lot of influence. Of course, the emperors of the Zhu family were not like the emperors of the Song Dynasty.
The emperors of the Song Dynasty could generally tolerate the criticism from their officials, simply exiling them to a remote post as long as they were out of sight. The Ming Dynasty was different; being a censor in the Ming Dynasty could truly mean death.
Therefore, most of the censors in the Ming Dynasty were in a state of not wanting to fight the emperor to the death, with the exception of a few. So the censors who were excluded became very famous, and they could accidentally go down in history, but they could also accidentally lose their lives.
Pan Yun had mentioned this matter to the emperor, saying that if you want to get more and more truthful feedback from the censors, you can't kill them, and you have to stop them from making suicidal remarks.
"What if someone wants to be remembered in history and deliberately risks their life to remonstrate with the truth?"
Pan Yun: "Your Majesty has the Imperial Guards, the Embroidered Uniform Guards, and the Eastern and Western Depots under your command. Can't you stop a civil official who commits suicide in the main hall?"
She said, "Even ants cherish life, let alone humans? Not many people would have the courage to commit suicide a second time if they failed to die the first time, let alone just to remonstrate with the emperor?"
How foolish must that emperor be? If that's the case, why did he commit suicide three times to remonstrate? It must be that the other party was blind.
Of course, if the emperor wasn't so foolish, and he had repeatedly committed suicide to remonstrate with the emperor, then his death would have been in vain.
The emperor obviously couldn't openly change the habits left by his ancestors, but he did find it more difficult to relax the restrictions on speech and listen to opinions from below.
As the saying goes, "What the superiors do, the inferiors follow," so the social atmosphere became more open, and speech became more enlightened. The Taoist priests' voices were also louder when they cursed. Pan Yun had heard about this in the capital, and he chose this place as his first stop, partly because he wanted to hear why they cursed.
Pan Yun disliked forcing people when she was young, and now that she has improved her cultivation and broadened her mind, she respects other people's fate even more.
However, she respected the little girl's spirit of resistance even more, so when Guobule dragged the little girl away, she stuffed a yellow talisman into her pocket and winked at her.
The little girl paused in her struggle, looked up at Pan Yun, and obediently let her father pull her away.
Zhu Jianji stared at the teacher with his mouth agape, looking on incredulously. He wanted to pull the little girl back, but hesitated.
Pan Yun: "Is there a problem?"
Zhu Jianji looked frustrated: "Teacher, this little girl has a will to live, why didn't you save her?"
Pan Yun: "The time is not right yet. When the time comes, I will help her."
Zhu Jianji breathed a sigh of relief.
Guobul dragged his daughter to the horse's side, and seeing her drooping eyes, he angrily raised his hand.
The little girl wasn't afraid at all, staring at him with her big eyes.
Guobule didn't fight her after all; he just put her on his horse and went home.
Pan Yun paid her bill and walked out of the teahouse, where she could see the two people's backs. Zhu Jianji stood beside her and asked curiously, "Teacher, what kind of timing is right?"
“I just gave the little girl a lucky charm that can boost her luck for a short time. I’m not kidding when I say that the father and daughter are incompatible. When one person has good luck, the other is bound to have bad luck.” Pan Jun said, “Guo Bule is in his prime and is the father, so he has all the luck. The little girl is being suppressed and can’t breathe. All her luck is being used to support him. Now that I’ve boosted her luck, I want to see if he can still ignore this matter when he is suppressed.”
Upon hearing this, Zhu Jianji's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to follow them to see what happened next. However, Pan Yun grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him into the city: "He's not blind. If we follow him, he'll suspect that we're up to something. We just need to sit in the city and wait for him to come to us."
Zhu Jianji's eyes darted around: "Isn't it because Master is in a hurry to see Lord Xue?" (End of Chapter)