Chapter 1 Mohism and Jin Yao
In the fourteenth year of King Jian of Qi, he went to Linzi.
After the Mohist School was divided into three parts, it has never regained its former glory.
Xiangli Zi's lineage went to the State of Qin and received strong support from the State of Qin, becoming extremely powerful. Even Meng Ao, Meng Wu, Meng Tian, and Meng Yi became disciples of the Mohist School. They also competed openly and secretly with another master of mechanical arts, the Gongshu Family, which made Xiangli Zi's lineage ahead of the other two lines in the art of mechanical arts.
Deng Lingzi's lineage was no less impressive, occupying the Central Plains and following the path of chivalry. It was said that the Mohist school had the final say on whether the Jianghu and the Green Forest were in chaos. There were many great heroes in the world, and a hero was not necessarily a Mohist, but a Mohist was definitely a hero. The reputation of Mohist heroes was also extremely high in the hearts of the people of the Central Plains.
Only the lineage of Master Xiang fled to Qi State and settled in Linzi, with the aim of interacting with the most outstanding disciples of hundreds of schools of thought in the Jixia Academy and producing stronger disciples. Therefore, the lineage of Master Xiang is also called Qi Mo or Mo Bian.
It's a pity that the Mohist school had a good idea. They had established a firm foothold in the Jixia Academy of Qi and the Xihe Academy of Wei. Unfortunately, during the reign of King Zhao of Yan, General Yue Yi attacked Qi. The disciples of the Mohist school in Qi, adhering to the Mohist doctrine of non-aggression, came out in full force, and almost all of them died in the battle.
From then on, the Mohist school of Qi declined completely. King Xiang of Qi, Tian Fazhang, reopened the Jixia Academy, but the Mohist school was no longer seen there.
Later, after the death of King Xiang of Qi, the Queen Mother took power behind the scenes and signed non-aggression treaties with various countries, prohibiting countries from invading Qi, and Qi also abolished its military equipment. As a result, the Mohist city defense techniques were no longer valued by Qi, and Qi Mo also lost the support of the court.
In the remote west city of Linzi city, there is a once glorious academy, but now it is dilapidated and collapsed. The long-disrepaired academy is overgrown with weeds. When the wind blows, the wooden house makes a squeaking sound as if insects are gnawing at it. Then, with a "pop", another rotten window falls down.
With the decline of Qi Mo, the Mobian school could no longer keep the huge academy, Mohist martial arts and classics, and eventually returned them to the other two Mos. Only a part of it was left, which was passed down from master to apprentice and not seen in the manuscripts.
"Teacher!" In a bamboo building hidden in the bamboo forest, an old man and a young man sat opposite each other drinking tea.
The old man has a weathered face, bronze skin, and his left arm is made of a wooden mechanism. He is the contemporary leader of the Mobian lineage and Master Xiang.
The boy looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, with a deep sadness in his clear eyes. He was wearing a black and white embroidery robe and a pair of ordinary straw sandals.
"I'm curious, why did you come back!" Master Xiang was very curious. He had many disciples in his life, but after leaving, none of them came back.
Jin Yao smiled awkwardly, "Teacher, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"Just listen to the lie first. After all, I just came back and I don't want to hit you!" Master Xiang knew the reason, so he wanted to know why this disciple came back, even if he was lying to him.
"Because I miss my teacher!" Jin Yao lied with his eyes open.
Being a disciple of Mohism, one has strict doctrines, including frugal funerals, thrifty spending, prohibition of extravagance, and personal involvement. Most importantly, all Mohist disciples who serve as officials in various countries must donate their salaries to the Mohist school. This is simply impossible for Mohist disciples who come from poor backgrounds. As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Not to mention that the Mohist disciples were no longer valued in Qi State. It was good enough for them to be able to make a living. Who would be willing to come back and contribute their salary?
"Tell the truth!" Master Xiang sighed. Was there something wrong with Mohism's teachings, or was the world changing? How could the once glorious Mohist school have become so destitute?
"After leaving school, I was full of high spirits, secretly thinking that I would be like my senior brothers and never return to the sect. I would travel the world with a sword and help those who are in trouble when I see injustice..." Jin Yao shrank his head guiltily and secretly glanced at the changes in his teacher's expression.
"He is quite honest and has not lost the Mohist morality." Mr. Xiang had a blank expression on his face. He had become indifferent to everything over the years.
Although he also hoped that some disciples would come back, unfortunately, only this last disciple had returned so far. Yes, that's right, the one who was responsible for closing the door. "Why did you come back later?"
"Well, right after leaving Linzi, I followed the caravan of Qi State and hadn't gone too far when I encountered bandits robbing the road. I escaped by pretending to be dead. Later, when I was eating noodles in a noodle shop, there was an argument between people at the next table. When I was trying to stop the fight, I was almost killed by a hidden weapon by mistake. Later, all my money was cheated away by a sorcerer. I was drugged, cursed, sprinkled with lime powder, and used a beauty trap..." The more Jin Yao spoke, the more he wanted to cry. This world was too damn dark and dangerous. That's why he wanted to go back to the mountain gate.
No matter how poor the mountain gate is, after all, they have shed blood and tears for the State of Qi. This mountain gate is Qi's compensation to the Mohists. It will belong to the Mohists forever and will never be taxed.
"Beauty trap? If I'm not mistaken, you were only twelve years old?" Mr. Xiang's thoughts were also very unique. Although he wanted to laugh at the tragic experience of his disciple, there were more interesting things.
Jin Yao's face turned red instantly. He was not in good health, but he was a time traveler after all. How could he not yearn for the ancient brothels?
"The Mohist School never cares about the origins of its disciples, be they poor or slaves, or even better if they are royal nobles. However, you are different!" Master Xiang looked at his teasing disciple and stopped teasing him.
"Teacher, do you know my disciple's identity and origin?" Jin Yao immediately sat up straight.
It has been a long time since he came to this world. He has no golden finger and no memory. When he came back to life, he was already in the mountain gate of the Mo Bian lineage, with only two or three senior brothers, big and small, there.
"Your real name is Jin Yao, and your surname is Ji. Your father was the leader of the Pijia Sect and a great general of the State of Wei, Jin Bi!" The Xiangfuzi told the story.
Jin Yao was stunned. Jin Bi , who is this person? Is there such a person in history? It seems that there is, but I can't remember it. But who cares? He is the general of Wei State. It turns out that I am the second generation of the military!
"Hahaha, teacher, I suddenly feel that it is better for you to protect the glory of Mo Bian. I am really not able to shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing the sect!" Jin Yao stood up with a smile. This is the correct way to be a time traveler.
I had always dreamed of being a rich second-generation, but raising my son in poverty and my daughter in wealth. My parents never told me, and I dreamed of this until my death without my parents confessing the truth to me. Unexpectedly, my dream finally came true after traveling through time .
Master Xiang smiled as he watched Jin Yuan retreating away, and said nonchalantly, "You will come back!"
"Don't even think about it. I will go to Wei State, to Daliang, and be the son of my general. Goodbye!" Jin Yao waved his hand with his back to the mountain gate, walked out without recognizing any relatives, and went down the mountain reluctantly.
