Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 156 Pit Depth 048 Meters Thousand-Character Quotes (3)
Shen Shimao saw that Mo Wang remained silent, slowly took out six copper coins from the purse, poured out the chess pieces from the chess tube, put the copper coins into the chess tube and held them in the palm of his hand.

"The old man divination."

He closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, sealed the mouth of the cylinder with one hand, and reverently shook the chess cylinder up and down several times, and slowly turned the chess cylinder upside down.

The six copper coins were poured out one by one.

The front is yang, and the back is yin. This is the simplest money divination, which originated from the Zhouyi gossip.

Mo Wang saw that Shen Shimao frowned, and asked him: "What did Mr. Shen ask?"

Shen Shimao said: "The way of heaven, the way of kings."

Mo Wang picked up a copper coin, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at the osmanthus grove under the rain through the copper coin hole. His voice was leisurely: "The affairs of the world cannot be understood by the great sages. The way of heaven has been wrong, and the way of kings has also fallen. Could it be that old Shen thinks that heaven has given it?"

Shen Shimao nodded with emotion: "Since the last dynasties and the world's strife, in the past 200 years, the dynasties have changed frequently. Now Nanrong has suffered from the disaster of the people. The country has no great Confucianism. Look at the old man, at the end of the troubled times, the country has come to be unified, and the dynasty will flourish."

Divide together for a long time, unite for a long time and divide.

The general trend of the world has turned from decline to strength, and this is the case.

Mo Wang looked at the wrinkles on his face and remained silent for a long time.

Shen Shimao opened the chess box, and said every word carefully, "Before this opportunity, there should be a hero who will stand in the world."

"Hero?"

The Mohist family has gone through several generations, and their lofty aspirations have never been extinguished. They all want to rule the world by embracing the hero, and rule the common people by taking the world into account. This is the purpose and hope of the Mohist family.

But the world has been in chaos for a long time, how can we rule it?Mo Huang smiled disapprovingly: "Nanrong's monarchs of several generations were weak and incompetent, how can there be a hero?"

Shen Shimao put the six copper coins together one by one, put them into his purse, patted them, and smiled slightly: "The way of heaven is coming, Deacon Zuo can just wait and see."

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Into the autumn, one day of rain, one day of cold.

Mo Jiu was half dreaming and half awake, his body was chilly and his mind was in a daze.She didn't know if she was dreaming or fell asleep. Before her eyes, there was a woman standing alone in the Yinshan Emperor's Mausoleum, where the space was filled with steaming mist.In the mist, on the stone wall of the imperial mausoleum, there is a line of writing.

"Golden horses and iron horses fight for thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers are like dreams, love and hatred are all empty."

The words entered her mind one by one, very clear, as if they were placed in front of her eyes.

But that woman, she clearly can only see the background.

"Who's there?" she called to the woman.

No one answered her, and the woman was still walking forward step by step, not fast, but firm.

Her heart shrank slightly, and she raised her voice again, "Who are you? What are you doing there, come back quickly, it's dangerous!"

The woman still insisted on me, as if she couldn't hear me. She walked up to the stone wall, and then she turned her head to take a look--Mo Jiu was frightened out of her wits.

That person, Mo Jiu, was her from her previous life.

She was alone in there, and only her.She wanted to call her "self" in the dream, but she couldn't call her.She seemed to be looking for someone, and after searching for a long time, she was still circling in circles until Mo Jiu's eyes were exhausted, and she was tired, looking at the entrance desperately, "What should I do? I can't get out."

Mo Jiu could see herself, but the self in her dream couldn't see her. A sense of hopeless fear made sweat drip from her forehead.

At this time, a man stood in front of her, holding her shoulders with both hands, "Jiu'er, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come back with me."

(End of this chapter)