The Mysterious Ming Dynasty: The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom

"Heal them, collect their remains, and give them a proper burial." Si Chen surveyed the greenhouse and, seeing that they had been pulled back from the brink of death, gave his final order before leaving the Fu ship.

Those who survived by sheer luck, those who faced death nine times over.

His eyes seemed to have regained their light.

Human dignity and decency were completely lost when they were loaded onto ships and transported to places like Luzon.

What makes a nation that loves beauty and has the most self-respect live such a humble life?

What made them so scantily clad?

It is the despicable barbarians' way of repaying the civilized world.

Oh, even these two characters are derived from the "civil administration" of the Ming Dynasty.

It is clear that preaching is useless; only broken bones are the best textbooks.

The short-lived races are incredibly destructive to the already highly urbanized Ming Dynasty, because they have already unleashed their entire future lives and energy on the world in a destructive manner.

If that missionary had known Si Chen's idea, he would have scoffed at it.

Those poor people couldn't even afford rotten potatoes and wouldn't live past thirty.

If you're hungry, just faint and you won't be hungry anymore.

Oh, and you can also sing hymns to God.

They can send children as young as a few years old into the mines.

It's just a mere slave trade, nothing much at all.

Have you seen what they say about the slave trade over the past few centuries?

It can only be said that he was inhuman.

They were already far ahead.

Within half a day, with the Felix Felicis being administered as if it were free, these surviving women stood up thanks to their tenacious will.

Some people wailed and cried, begging for death, unable to live on in this world. Si Chen ordered them to be buried.

That massive ship, carrying over six hundred people, was ultimately rescued from the brink of death, with only about one hundred surviving.

They refused to bury that experience, donned silver masks, discarded their names, turning them into cold numbers on the masks, draped themselves in hemp clothing, and rejected all extravagance and frivolity.

Suffering is not something to be compared to.

But if suffering cannot be measured, are their deaths and existence also meaningless?

The 100,000 people in Tianjin were greatly shocked.

People can't imagine how this person could be so evil.

The effect of educating these hundred-odd people is better than educating them a hundred times.

Upon hearing this, Song Yingxing nearly shattered his Daoist resolve.

Cao Youyi deeply felt what luck truly meant.

Si Chen ordered a separate warm room to be built next to the Palace of Saints for them to live and cultivate in, and entrusted them with some of the daily affairs of the Palace of Saints, thus settling down.

Then he entrusted the task of training them to Liu Ji.

The wild horse was now completely subdued; even its features had become more gentle. Living in a good place and cultivating righteousness proves that the environment can fundamentally transform a person.

However, the Jianzhou Eight Banners bandits consistently exerted high pressure on Han Chinese people.

Nurhaci's killing of the Wugu people was to eliminate those who held positions related to agriculture. Anyone with the ability to organize production and resist was labeled a spy.

The killing of wealthy households, including former Ming officials, dismissed officials, and even the execution of all Ming scholars, was all aimed at eliminating the Han people's vital force.

Even for the Torchbearers, setting fire to an armory or granary in a critical moment could be a fatal mistake.

But even today, there are still countless lone heroes resisting in the land of white mountains and black waters.

Before leaving, Si Chen told the survivors that people must have the power to resist injustice. It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. They should kill the tyrant and avenge their husbands and fathers.

When these women, wearing silver masks and black robes and hemp clothing, arrived at the stele forest of the Gongyang Commentary, the secret teachings that the torchbearers had been unable to comprehend were ignited.

What do you think of repaying evil with kindness?

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

Repay injustice with justice, and repay kindness with kindness!

The righteousness and justice of the Great Ram are beyond the comprehension of these scholars who are generous to others.

A despicable person has no heroic spirit.

Then naturally one cannot attain enlightenment.

More than a hundred newly recruited "Avenging Paladins" came and went in silence.

The Confucian sages called upon them to arm themselves with the invincible Zhou rituals and overthrow all demons and monsters!

The saying "the mind knows the spirit" is nothing more than this.

Those pretentious torchbearers left the forest of steles in a sorry state.

In this world, the human heart is perilous, the Dao heart is subtle; only by being refined and single-minded, and holding fast to the mean, can one attain universal truth.

Without swearing allegiance, these holy warriors spontaneously integrated into the Sichen Water Palace.

Can a few vows truly bind people's hearts?

They were even more fervent in their support of Si Chen than the Six Ding and Six Jia Gods.

Perhaps all that innocence and naivety has vanished with the family, leaving only a seemingly normal madman clinging to the last vestiges of hope in a shattered world.

People outside Tianjin City regarded these stories as strange tales and focused on the experiences of these "lucky ones" who obtained the title of "Avenging Paladin".

They even fabricated some scandalous rumors.

Treating the suffering of others as fodder for conversation.

In fact, you can never truly empathize without experiencing it firsthand.

Amidst the storms and turmoil from the outside world, Tianjin has become a veritable den of demons.

The story of Sichen flooding Sichuan and Chongqing spread to the north.

Li Zicheng was the first to reclaim the troops that bordered Jiange in Sichuan.

The wealthy families of the North, however, launched a scathing attack on the matter, as if only in this way could they distance themselves from it.

Even the people whom Si Chen has saved over the years avoid talking about it.

The title of "Devil King" ultimately fell to Si Chen.

Si Chen remained seated in the Liesheng Palace in Tianjin, showing no reaction whatsoever.

If you're so good at cursing, then don't be tempted by Felix Felicis.

There had been rumors that these FLU agents came from Tianjin.

The more they verbally criticized, the more they secretly bought, as if they had two faces.

Above, there was a desperate roar; below, there was a servile plea.

Si Chen despised them.

The "Six Heavenly Demon Kings" absorbed the overwhelming public opinion from all over the world, but Si Chen discovered that the tap water was getting less and less.

He summoned Xu Wenjue to inquire about his recent situation.

Xu Wenjue explained, "Before I took power, I slew demons and monsters, and I acted with principle, never killing innocent people indiscriminately. That's why I could scold you so freely. But now, you really can flood them with water."

Si Chen laughed angrily, "You worthless wretch."

Jiazi laughed too, "Why should good people be held at gunpoint? What kind of bullshit logic is that?"

Xu Wenjue remained silent, but took out six documents. "These are blood letters written in prison by Huang Xixian, the former Governor of the Yellow River; Feng Yuanyang, the Governor of Tianjin; Yuan Yuzong, the Military Commissioner; Yang Ruohan, the eldest son of Yang Tingyun; Xu Ji, the only son of Xu Guangqi; and Li Changqiao, the eldest son of Li Zhizao."

Si Chen glanced at it and summed it up in four words: praising and extolling. "How can this be allowed?"

Xu Wenjue was shocked. "Ah! I'll immediately supervise them to rectify this!"

"You have to let them curse at me."

"ah!?"

"The harsher the criticism, the better, even if it's written in great detail."

Si Chen laughed, "These spineless guys are still somewhat useful."

Self-verification?

That's the stupidest thing you can do.

Throughout history, there has never been a clear explanation; the more you try to explain, the worse it gets, and you end up falling into someone else's trap.

The best way to ruin something.

It means doing the opposite, executing it doubly, doubly, and doubly again.

Xu Wenjue vaguely grasped the underlying principle and immediately felt that this method was quite good.

Si Chen casually pulled out three of them and burned them. They were articles by the descendants of the three pillars of Christianity. "They still have the energy to polish their articles, sing praises, and flatter me. It seems that Third Master treats them quite well."

Are they here to serve their sentences or to retire?

You should understand this principle better than I do.

Xu Wenjue nodded repeatedly, "I'll make the changes right away."

Si Chen burned the three documents to ashes. "I've heard that ordinary people can go three days without sleep, while cultivators can go seven days and seven nights without rest. As the saying goes, why sleep so much in life, when you'll sleep forever after death! My dear brother, you must help them and complete the transformation as soon as possible."

With a wave of his hand, Xu Wenjue and the others withdrew, knowing that the three of them would likely not be able to sleep peacefully tonight.