Seeing that the night was getting dark, ban Jin got up and gave them a big gift: "thank you for your teaching."
Wenling smiled and asked him to get up.
Ban Jin did not dare to get up and continued, "please allow me to ask the last question. As a historian, I want to know whether the Gods mind the Terran''s records of him. When the Terran records historical facts, do they record the things of the gods truthfully or write about people hidden from the gods?"
Wen Ling was about to speak when the curtain of the lobby was suddenly lifted again.
The visitor was a man in his twenties. Somehow, he was holding a white object made of silk and bark.
The man didn''t speak, and regardless of Wen Ling''s order to let the disciples retreat, he broke into the house and walked directly to them.
Ban Jin just felt that the man was impolite, but saw that Wen Ling and Zhou Xia immediately got up and welcomed him.
Seeing that Wen Ling and Zhou Xia got up to meet him, the man said, "no gift. Bring me something delicious. I want to have a rest. I''m dying after watching math all day."
Then he put the white object in his hand into Zhou Xia''s hand. Zhou Xia took it and put it on the table for him.
Wen Ling hurried to make tea, while Zhou Xia hurriedly picked some snacks and put them on the plate.
Ban Jin was stunned. Who is this man from the academy? And let the Dean make tea for him?
The man took the tea, took a sip and said, "it''s better to drink the tea you made by Wenling."
Zhou Xia hurriedly handed a piece of jujube cake to him: "the boss can''t just praise Wenling. Eat and see the jujube cake."
"You didn''t do it." He still put the jujube cake in his mouth, "it''s OK. I can give you 8 points."
Seeing ban Jin sitting awkwardly aside, the man looked at him and said, "you are the historian of the cliff country, aren''t you?"
Ban Jin was stunned. Does this man know him?
The man bit the jujube cake and couldn''t spit clearly
"Let me tell you something about recording history. Don''t think too much. Ge Sheh left an inexplicable historical tradition because he thought too much. He insisted that the gods advocated that human beings only remember the affairs of the human race. In fact, you historians can remember as much as you like. It''s OK to play by your own interests. Anyway, history is only for you to see for yourself, since it''s your own Why do you care what the gods think of what you see? The gods won''t care so much about you. As for your other questions, Wenling answered quite well. Take what he said as the criterion. "
"But Ge she is right. The Terran should be more independent. Don''t always think about troublesome God. It''s more useful to think less about God''s ideas and do their own things better than anything."
After such a long speech, he had finished the jujube cake, so he picked up a peach crisp from Zhou Xia''s treasure like hand and took a big bite.
At the next moment, he sprayed out the whole peach crisp foam.
"What''s this? It''s terrible. It''s greasy. There''s too much alkali. Where can I buy garbage peach crisp, Wenling? Tell your disciples not to buy cheap snacks next time. I''ll give it to you if you have no money."
Wenling quickly made tea for him again. He picked up the cup and rinsed his mouth. He didn''t care how expensive the tea was.
Zhou Xia immediately said angrily, "Wow! Who bought it? It''s too much! It''s embarrassing for the boss. Boss, give me the money and I''ll help you buy delicious food in foreign countries!"
The man immediately gave Zhou Xia a gold bar.
Ban Jin doesn''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 the gods, respect is the top."
So, finally, ban Jin respectfully saluted the man, said goodbye to Wen Ling and Zhou Xia, and withdrew.
Then, immediately, a disciple with a lantern came forward to guide him and took him back to the guest room.
On the way, Ben Jin couldn''t help asking, "excuse me, little brother, who is the distinguished guest in the academy? It''s about the one in his early twenties."
The disciple shook his head and said, "I don''t know, but the dean asked us not to talk about him."
Ban Jin nodded and finally didn''t say any more.
The next day, ban Jin took the schoolboy and went back in a carriage.
A few days later, ban Jin revised the cliff history in the book house of the cliff state.
He no longer avoided the things of gods as the teacher taught, but recorded what happened from the perspective of historians.
Since the gods say that it doesn''t matter, remember it in the way he wants to remember, then he will restore history to reality.
"In 268, God sent heaven to punish ZhiBei City, and the literature disappeared and the history retreated."
He did not record the reasons for God''s punishment, because mortals could not guess the intention of the gods.
However, the consequences of divine punishment will be recorded in history books forever for the human race to alert future generations. This is also the duty of historians.
One night, ban Jin still lit an oil lamp in the inner room of the registry, sat at the table and did the revision work in small letters.
Someone asked softly outside. Ben answered and let him in.
The man pushed the door and came in. It was the current Yin of the book house. He was a disciple of ban Jin.
"It''s so late. Teachers should pay attention to their health."
The disciple said anxiously.
"Come and sit down." Ben Jin patted the position around him.
The disciple went over and sat beside him, looking curiously at the record he was compiling.
In ban Jin''s hand, he happened to hold the bamboo slips of the cliff state in 236.
It''s like thirty years ago.
For a moment, ban Jin felt like a separated world, and everything reappeared.
He handed the bamboo slips to his disciples and said, "come and read this history."
The disciple was puzzled, but he took the bamboo slips and recited:
"In 236 years of Ya state and 55 years of Jing state, Wenyuan was stoned..."
He couldn''t read any more, because the record here was crossed out by Ban Jin.
Ban Jin pointed to the newly added bamboo in the back and said, "then read in the back."
The disciple looked back at the new record: "in the fifth and seventh years of the state of Jing, the God Wen Yuan used stones in the city to show the human race. In the fifth and seventh years of the state of Jing, Wen Yuli was a gentle woman."
He asked, "teacher, why do you want to change the records here?"
Ban Jin sighed: "I used to follow my teacher''s teaching and think that under the gods, the human race can only tremble and guess the meaning of God. I think God is taboo. But now, I understand that what the human race does only needs righteousness and justice. The gods don''t care about small things, and history still focuses on truth."
The disciple nodded vaguely.
……
Three years later, ban Jin made every effort to complete the compilation of cliff history.
However, the cliff state still exists, and there will be more history in the future. He entrusted the follow-up part to Yin of the book house to let his disciples inherit his unfinished work.
Two years later, ban Jin was seriously ill. On his deathbed, he held his disciple''s hand and asked him to go to the Taoist School of Jingguo for interrogation with President Wen if he had doubts in the future.
Moreover, always be cautious and do not offend anyone in the Taoist Academy.
The disciple kept it in mind.