Chapter 727: Chapter 318: The Second Passage
“Has it always been this way, then is it right?”
Zhou Xuan suddenly embodied the “Tree Man,” leaving King Xishan speechless.
“The tis are changing, and we must change with them, just like the Mountain Barbarians of these villages. Their lives are naturally ordained—so weave, others hunt and fish, nestled in a mountain, well-fed and satisfied. The rest of their ti is spent worshipping the gods,
but they will eventually change too. They’ll co out from the depths of the mountains, smoke tobacco, ride electric trams, enter schools, wear sports uniforms, and play tennis…”
“They won’t be able to leave.”
“As far as I know, Shi Family Village has businesses renting out carriages in Mingjiang Prefecture, and Liuyun Village operates enterprises in Bailen. So have already ventured out, and more will inevitably follow. The Mountain Barbarians of today will beco the civilized people you so disdain.”
Zhou Xuan crossed his legs and said, “The Witch God Temple has a long tradition, yet now it’s overshadowed by the Bell Tower. Perhaps in the future it will be torn down, shattered to pieces…or simply beco a tourist attraction. The Witch has long been prepared for this, having abandoned the use of the Life Temple many years ago.”
Within the Tower Witch God Temple, Zhou Xuan uses the Zoroastrian Giant Scripture to torture Buddha Country people with the Life Temple thod, which shocks the Witch Master. This indirectly indicates the Witch has already abandoned overly bloody and brutal sacrifices.
“If the Witch God Temple and those ancient altars were torn down, would Jing Country still be Jing Country?”
“Of course it would.”
Zhou Xuan glanced toward King Xishan and said, “The altars may fall, but the gods remain! Jing Country will still be Jing Country.
Furthermore, the definition of gods will evolve in the future… Everything is moving towards a more civilized direction.”
“What does civilization an?”
“Social prosperity and stability, with the common people free of worry over food and clothing. If one day, an ordinary student or a lowly carriage driver can critique the beauty of Jing Country’s great landscapes like you and I do, that would be civilization.”
“Will that day co?”
King Xishan suddenly felt a pang of anxiety and couldn’t help but ask.
“It will co.”
Zhou Xuan spoke with great confidence.
King Xishan fell into deep thought.
“The altars may fall, the gods remain!”
“And the definition of gods will evolve in the future.”
Zhou Xuan’s words resonated powerfully in King Xishan’s ears.
He was an ambitious Fox King,
who wanted to use his life’s work to fill the streets of Jing Country with foxes as abundant as snow.
To achieve this, a grand massacre would be inevitable, blood would stain the streets before the Fox Clan.
To accomplish this, he sought help two hundred and twenty years ago from Xu Jingshan—the Great Saint of Literature.
Xu Jingshan rely said: To gain the world, one must first know the world’s trend; the trend cannot be changed, but it can be followed.
Over the years, he had been searching for that “trend,” but unfortunately, the trend of the Demon Clan never appeared. He even considered whether to depend on the Heavenly Do Gods to borrow their influence.
Today, he seed to glimpse the “trend” described by the Great Saint of Literature in Zhou Xuan’s words, yet this trend still did not belong to the Fox Clan.
“I just wish for the Fox Clan to prosper under the rule of the gods, to gain recognition and thrive by relying on them,
whereas this Young Master of Mingjiang Prefecture, from his fragnted words, seems not to seek dependence but rather to define the gods himself… what a grand and audacious vision.”
King Xishan sighed internally.
“The Human Clan always prospers while the Demon Clan always just wastes away. Oh vast heavens, can you not spare a bit more fairness?”
The more King Xishan thought, the sadder he felt, but the more he felt that the exchange with Zhou Xuan was invaluable. Unable to quell his curiosity, he asked, “Great Scholar, your mind is filled with knowledge. I have a question that has lingered for centuries, only you can resolve it now. I would like to ask…”
“Go ahead.”
“Although the Demon Clan are not born with intelligence, they eventually beco enlightened, learn heavenly rituals, and pursue knowledge, yet they face incessant exclusion, forced to hide everywhere. Is there a way for us, the Demon Clan, to beco like ordinary people and enjoy the civilization you speak of in the city?”
“King Xishan, your words are too profound.”
The Painter cautioned.
A re Demon Clan dares to dream of entering the city on a large scale, what are they thinking?
But Zhou Xuan said, “Isn’t that all about social status? There are various ways to seek higher social status…so are peaceful and gentle, while others involve intense struggle. If I give you the latter, you’ll fight the Human Clan and won’t that make the culprit for Jing Country’s disaster?”
“Do you really have many ways?”
King Xishan heard the implied aning. He racked his brains to think of just one way, yet Zhou Xuan seed to have many?
“The Young Master is the most resourceful person in Mingjiang Prefecture,” the Music Master thought, quietly proud and full of admiration for Zhou Xuan.
“Please, Young Master, speak plainly?” King Xishan urged.
“I won’t tell you the intense struggle thods, but I can talk about so gentle and peaceful ones,
What do I an by gentle and peaceful? Just using brains without shedding blood!
The core of these thods is public opinion, public opinion, and damn public opinion again… There are many ways to influence public opinion: newspapers, radio, the storyteller’s tales, people’s discussions in streets and alleys, notices posted on walls and streets… Public opinion changes the thoughts of Jing Country’s people every day. This change is slow but often very effective…”
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