Great Creator

Chapter 196 The Historian's Awakening Part 6 (22)

Seeing that it was late at night, Ban Jin got up and gave a big gift to the two: "Thank you two teachers for teaching me."

Wen Ling smiled and asked him to stand up.

Ban Jin didn't dare to get up, and continued: "Please allow me to ask the last doubt. As a historian, I want to know whether the gods mind the human race's records of him. When the human race records historical facts, what is the matter with the gods? To record truthfully, or to hide the spirit and write about people?"

Just as Wen Ling was about to speak, the curtain in the lobby was suddenly lifted again.

The person who came was a man in his twenties. For some reason, he was holding a white object made of silk and bark in his hand.

The man didn't speak, and ignored Wen Ling's order to let the disciples retreat, broke into the house, and walked towards them.

Ban Jingang felt that this person was rude, but Wen Ling and Zhou Xia immediately got up and greeted him.

Seeing Wen Ling and Zhou Xia get up to greet him, the man said, "Excuse me, bring me something delicious, I want to rest, I'm going to die after studying math all day."

As he spoke, he put the white object in Zhou Xia's hand, and Zhou Xia took it and put it on the table for him.

Wen Ling hurriedly went to make tea, while Zhou Xia hurriedly picked out some snacks and served them on a plate.

Ban Jin was dumbfounded, who is this person from the academy? Can the dean make tea for him?

The man took the tea, took a sip, and praised: "The tea you make is still delicious, Wen Ling."

Zhou Xia hurriedly handed a jujube cake to him: "Boss can't just praise Wen Ling, eat the jujube cake quickly."

"You didn't make it." He still put the jujube cake in his mouth, "It's not bad, I can give you 8 points."

Seeing Ban Jin sitting aside in embarrassment, the man glanced at him and said, "You are Ban Jin, the official historian of Ya Kingdom, right?"

Ban Jin was taken aback, did this person know him?

The man bit the jujube cake and spoke indistinctly:

"Recording history, let me tell you this. Don't think too much. Ge She left behind an inexplicable historical tradition because of thinking too much. He insisted that the gods advocated that human beings only remember the things of the human race. In fact Well, you historians, you can remember how you like. You can use it according to your own interests. Anyway, history is only for you humans to read. Since it is something you read, why should you care about what the gods think? The gods will not Don't care about your details. As for the other questions you asked, Wen Ling's answers are not bad, so let's take what he said."

"However, what Ge She said is true. The human race should really stand on its own feet, and stop thinking about troublesome gods. It is more useful than anything else to think less about God's ideas and do more with your own duties."

After such a long speech, he had already finished eating the jujube cake, so he picked up a piece of peach cake from Zhou Xia's hand that seemed to be offering a treasure, and took a big bite.

In the next moment, he sprayed out the whole peach crisp foam.

"What the hell is this? It's too unpalatable, isn't it? It's greasy to death. There's too much alkali. Where did you buy junk peach cakes? Wen Ling, next time tell your disciples not to buy cheap snacks. I'll give them to you if you run out of money." You."

Wen Ling hurriedly made tea for him again, and he rinsed his mouth after picking up the teacup, not caring how expensive the tea was.

Zhou Xia immediately said angrily: "Wow! Who bought it, it's too much! It's cheating the boss. Boss, give me money, and I'll help you go abroad to buy delicious food!"

The man immediately gave Zhou Xia a gold bar.

Ban Jin didn't even know where he took out the gold bar.

He wanted to say something, but he just felt tongue-tied and didn't know what to say.

Ge She once wrote: "Don't talk about gods, respect is the most important thing."

So, in the end, Ban Jin saluted the man respectfully, said goodbye to Wen Ling and Zhou Xia, and withdrew.

Immediately afterwards, a disciple holding a lantern came forward to guide him and lead him back to the guest room.

On the way, Ban Jin couldn't help asking: "Brother, who is that distinguished guest in the academy? It's the one in his early twenties."

The disciple shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but the dean told us not to talk about him."

Ban Jin nodded, and finally didn't say another word.

The next day, Ban Jin took the book boy back in a carriage.

A few days later, Ban Jin re-edited the "Ya History" in the Book Mansion of Ya Country.

He no longer avoids matters of the gods as taught by his teacher, but records what happened from the perspective of a historian.

Since the gods said, it doesn't matter, remember it in the way he wants to remember, then he will restore the history to be true.

"The 268th year of the Ya Kingdom. The gods punished Zhibei City, and the culture disappeared and the history retreated."

He did not record the reasons for the divine punishment, since mortals cannot fathom the intentions of the gods.

However, the consequences of God's punishment will be recorded forever in the history books for the human race, and used to warn future generations. This is also the duty of the historian.

The work of editing "Ya Shi" lasted for several months and was not completed. One night, Ban Jin still lit an oil lamp in the inner room of the mansion, sat at the table, and did the revision work in small letters.

Someone asked softly outside, and Ban Jin answered and let him in.

That person opened the door and came in. It was the current Yin of the Cefu, and he was Ban Jin's disciple.

"It's so late, teacher, please pay attention to your body."

The disciple said worriedly.

"Come and sit down." Ban Jin patted the seat beside him.

The disciple went over and sat beside him, looking curiously at the record he was compiling.

What Ban Jin happened to hold in his hand was the bamboo slip from the 236th year of Ya Kingdom.

It's so similar to thirty years ago...

For a moment, Ban Jin felt as if everything had reappeared in a lifetime.

He handed the bamboo slips to his disciples and said, "Come and read this piece of history."

The disciple was a little puzzled, but he still took the bamboo slips and recited aloud:

"In the 236th year of the Ya State, in the 55th year of the Jing State, Wen Yuan was hit by a boulder..."

He couldn't read anymore, because the record here was crossed out by Ban Jin.

Ban Jin pointed to the newly added bamboo piece and said, "Continue to read later."

The disciple looked at the newly added record: "In the 55th year of Jingguo, the god killed Wenyuan and placed a stone in the city to show the people. In the 57th year of Jingguo, Wen Yu appointed Wenya as the princess."

He asked inexplicably: "Teacher, why do you want to change the records here?"

Ban Jin sighed: "I used to follow my teacher's teachings, thinking that under the gods, the human race can only tremble and speculate on the will of the gods. I thought that the gods avoided taboos. But now, I understand that what the human race does, only needs righteousness and righteousness. However, the gods don't care about small things, and history is still based on truth."

The disciple nodded with a vague understanding.

...

Three years later, Ban Jin exhausted his painstaking efforts and completely edited "The History of the Cliff".

But the Ya country still exists, and there will be more history in the future. He entrusted the follow-up part to Yin of the Cefu, and let his disciples inherit his unfinished work.

Another two years later, Ban Jin was seriously ill, and when he was dying, he held his disciple's hand and told him that if he had any doubts in the future, he must go to the Taoist temple in Jingguo, and ask Dean Wen for questioning.

And, always be cautious, not to offend anyone in the Taoist temple.

The disciples kept it in their hearts.