Chapter 1355: The Path to Sainthood

The battlefield stretched from the forest to the camp.

When the battle started, flames shot up into the sky, shouts and cries were heard everywhere, murderous intent appeared under the moonlight, and lives were destroyed in the center of the flames.

In this dangerous environment, the only one who was calm and confident was the Grand Master Duran, the man who was a mystery.

When the archer missed his shot, he knew that the Grand Master's strength was far superior to his own. The other party sat in an unguarded place not because he didn't understand, but because he was not afraid.

"Grand Master, it's so scary." The archer knew that he had no chance to make a contribution today, so he quietly retreated.

The fierce attack launched an attack on the carriages and obstacles around the camp. The rebels were well prepared, so they brought ladders, and now they were about to attack the camp.

"Shoot!" However, Zhang Han was worthy of being a famous general. He had prepared a large number of crossbows in the camp to resist the rebels.

Each side played to their strengths, and both sides, one attacking and one defending, took out considerable means to fight for their goals.

The battles in the cold weapon era were indeed bloody, and they tested people's courage and bravery. At this time, the Qin army's crossbowmen were in platoons, firing three-stage shots, with dense and continuous arrows, causing great damage to the rebels.

As the attacking party, the rebels could only charge continuously and pave the way for the anti-Qin with their lives.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just as the two sides were fighting, three fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky.

Zhang Han smiled: "It's reinforcements. I have contacted the defenders of Kuaiji County before, and now they are finally here."

Fusu also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he kept a straight face and seemed very calm, he was actually a little scared. He would be relieved if there were more reinforcements. He thought that these rebels would not expect that there would be a continuous army coming: "General Zhang is indeed prepared for a rainy day."

Zhang Han said that this was as it should be.

Damn, can't it be broken? Seeing that the rebels could not attack for a long time, the leader of the rebels finally got anxious. It was obviously just a simple camp, which could be burned, but it blocked the pace of the rebels. It seems that although Fusu had few troops around him, they were all elite, and there were generals around him.

After paying so much, but still failing, the leader of the rebel army lost his mind: "Shoot more rockets, shoot all the rockets, set fire, let's see how they can hide."

The fire in the camp was burning again in an instant, and the rebel army left the fire behind.

The surrounding forests were all on fire. It was obvious that the rebel army was ready to burn all the Qin people to death, completely forgetting the "ancestral precepts" of "setting fire to the mountains and being imprisoned for life".

Zhang Han also thought about fire attack, but he didn't expect them to dare to do it. You know, fire attack is the most immoral and easy to shorten life, so ordinary people would never do it.

"Damn, are they crazy? If such a fire spreads, the surrounding villages will also suffer." Zhang Han said anxiously: "Tonight the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the wind is light, everyone hurry up to put out the fire, and we must prevent the fire from spreading."

But the water they brought was almost used up before, where can they put out the fire now.

"Grand Master, please go quickly with Prince Fusu before the fire blocks the passage." Zhang Han walked over and said.

"Why run away? Just make it rain." Duran said not to worry.

"But it's so clear tonight, there's not a single cloud, how could it rain?" Zhang Han said that no matter how powerful you are, don't joke.

But Duran was very calm, as if he was not joking: "If I say it can rain, it can rain." Duran poured a glass of wine, then raised his hand and threw the glass into the air.

Zhang Han's eyes kept rising with the glass, and finally found that the glass was beyond his field of vision and flew to an unimaginable height.

Could it be that the Grand Master also has the skill to pray for rain?

You must know that the ancients ate the food of God, and only prayed for good weather. If someone could control the weather, he would definitely be the object of worship of the common people, and would definitely be greater than the emperor.

But the glass flew away and did not fall, but the sky was still so clear. Such behavior had no other use except to piss off Newton.

There was no rain, Zhang Han closed his chin and looked down at the Grand Master: "Grand Master, let's retreat."

But at this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Crack!

Tearing open the night curtain, lighting up the whole night.

Everyone was startled, not knowing what the thunder that appeared out of nowhere indicated.

It was rain, and the crackling downpour instantly enveloped the entire fire scene. All the soldiers showed joy, which was simply a miracle, there was no cloud but it was raining heavily.

"The sun rises in the east and the rain falls in the west, it is said that there is no clear sky but there is clear sky." When the heavy rain fell, Du Lan and Shao Siming had already returned to the only intact tent, leaving behind such a memorable poem, completing a pretense, hiding merit and fame.

Shao Siming looked at Du Lan with curious eyes. She didn't know how Du Lan prayed for rain, it seemed very easy. The great master was really powerful. If he had the people in his heart, he would definitely become a saint like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Confucius has not become a saint these days, only the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are saints. Confucius's road to sainthood is very long, almost spanning Chinese history, from the Western Han Dynasty to the Republic of China.

In 00 AD, when Jesus was born, Confucius officially embarked on the path to sainthood. In the first year of the Western Han Dynasty, Emperor Ping of Han posthumously conferred Confucius the title of "Baocheng Xuanni Gong"; then during the Northern Wei Dynasty, Emperor Xiaowen conferred Confucius the title of "Wensheng Ni Gong"; during the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Confucius was conferred the title of "Zou Guogong"; during the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Yang of Sui called Confucius "Xianshi Nifu"; during the Tang Dynasty, Confucius was successively conferred the titles of "Taishi", "Longdao Gong" and "Wenxuan Wang"; during the Western Xia Dynasty, Confucius was "Wenxuan Emperor"; during the Yuan Dynasty, Confucius became "Dacheng Zhisheng Wenxuan Wang"; during the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Jiajing respected Confucius as "Zhisheng Xianshi"; during the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Shunzhi respected Confucius as "Dacheng Zhisheng Wenxuan Xianshi"; during the Republic of China, Confucius was already "Dacheng Zhisheng Xianshi".

Of course, when it came to the new China, Confucius was overthrown, but that's a later story.

It can be seen that the ancient emperors still "conferred" Confucius at the beginning, and the emperor was higher than Confucius. But later the emperor called Confucius "king", this is not an ordinary king, but the same king as the king of Shang and Zhou, the same level as the emperor. In the end, the emperor had to respect Confucius, and Confucius surpassed the emperor and became a saint.

Confucius's title also went from Duke, King, all the way to transcendence and sainthood.

And now it is still more than 200 years before Christ, and Confucius has only been dead for more than 200 years, which is far from being as exaggerated as later generations. In this era, the saints in people's hearts are still the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and even what Confucius worships is not some empty gods, but the Zhou rituals that have collapsed.

Of course, the Zhou Dynasty was a slave system, and the Zhou rituals in Confucius' heart were not really the Zhou rituals that had collapsed.

In short, Shao Siming thinks that Duran can become a saint, which is a very high evaluation, not a bit of water. Of course, the premise is that Duran must plead for the people and become a character who can lead the people to a happy life. At present, it seems that Duran is still a hundred or even ten thousand times away from being a saint.