Li Zhuo and Wang Suo stared at each other in blank dismay, both looking completely bewildered as to why their eldest brother would bring this up. Confucius did not speak of ghosts and gods; if immortals truly existed in this world, wouldn't the weather be favorable, the people at peace, and when facing sickness and hardship, one could simply pray to the gods? What need would there be for an emperor or government officials?
Consequently, both of them shook their heads like rattle-drums, and the way they looked at Li Qiu completely changed, as if he were some kind of monster.
With a smile, Li Qiu looked at his two brothers, stood up from the bed, and said softly to them, "Follow me, the two of you."
Chapter 35