Chapter 21: The Scholars Living in Their Dreams
"Uh, not sure. This is a new creation. I created it especially for you !" Master Xiang looked at Jin Yao awkwardly.
"..." Jin Yao was speechless. As expected, Mo Bian was just a theory-teller, and someone had to put it into practice. He then became the first guinea pig for this swordplay.
"After you finish your work at the Jixia Academy, you can go to the Mohist headquarters!" Master Xiang spoke again.
"Why?" Jin Yao stopped and looked at Master Xiang in confusion. This was equivalent to asking him to leave the Mo Bian lineage and return to the other two branches of the Mo family.
"All the things of the Mo Bian lineage have been sent back to the main hospital. Only in the main hospital can you get better training. The mechanical arts, martial arts, and scriptures are all in the main hospital. By the way, leave your things in the main hospital as a backup." Master Xiang said seriously.
The arithmetic that Jin Yao has mastered must remain in the Mohist School. Once known by the other hundred schools, it will be destroyed if they cannot obtain it. That will be a loss for the entire Mohist School and even the entire China. Therefore, he must return to the Mohist School headquarters to receive the best training and protection.
“By the way, when you come back, remember to bring all the Mo Bian cultivated by the other two veins back to Linzi for me!” Master Xiang said with a smile.
With those things, I believe I can’t attract new outstanding disciples.
"No matter what means you use, even cheating, deceiving or robbing, bring the disciples of the Mo Bian lineage back to your master and reorganize my Mo Bian lineage. You don't want to be a lineage leader with no one to use your subordinates, do you?" Master Xiang said seriously.
The other two sects wanted to swallow up the Mo Bian sect, and he also wanted the other two sects to make wedding dresses for himself. All the theoretical Mo Bian disciples trained by the two sects were deceived and snatched back to Linzi.
"Teacher, are you sure I won't be beaten to death?" Jin Yao was numb. There were only two branches, Big Cat and Little Cat, left in our lineage, and the other two branches had thousands of people at any time. A spit from each of them could drown them.
"Then you should find a way to get the Juzi Order!" Mr. Xiang said with a smile.
There hasn't been a tycoon in the Mo Bian lineage for many generations. Maybe this kid has the ability to compete for it.
"..." Jin Yao was silent again. Is it so easy to get the Ju Zi Order?
"Go read a book!" Master Xiang was just thinking about how difficult it is to become a great master. Not only must one's martial arts be able to subdue Deng Lingzi's lineage, but one's mechanical skills must also be able to subdue Xianglizi's lineage. Only then can one be a truly complete great master of the Mohist school.
As for the current Six Fingers, it has only been recognized by Deng Lingzi's lineage. Mo Bian and Qin Mo Ke do not acknowledge him and only listen to his words but not to his orders.
"Old friend, long time no see!" Before Jin Yao left, a gorgeous figure appeared in the Mo family's mountain gate, appearing out of thin air without any warning.
He was wearing gorgeous clothes and a hat made of bird feathers on his head. If you didn't know him, you would think he was an Indian.
"I can't believe that a birdman like you is still alive!" Mr. Xiang said sarcastically, but he still invited Heguanzi to the courtyard and asked Jin Yao to make tea.
"Your disciple is quite interesting. Why don't you give him to me?" Heguanzi looked at Jin Yao who was going to make tea, and joked to Mr. Xiang with a smile.
"Taoism is a land of talented people and has no shortage of disciples. So don't compete with me for them!" Master Xiang rolled his eyes. Mo Bian was the only one left, so how could he let him go?
"I knew it was like this. Okay, do you support Xun Kuang this time?" Heguanzi didn't say anything more and went straight to the point.
"Did the Confucianists Confucius and Mencius invite you to come and help?" Mr. Xiang frowned and looked at Heguanzi.
If we say that he represented the Mohist school in supporting Xunzi, then no one from the other Hundred Schools of Thought would dare to go against the Mohist school. But the premise is that if the lineage of Confucius and Mencius invited the Taoists, then the situation would be different.
This is the only one among the hundreds of schools of thought that can compete with the Mohist school.
"Do we need a Taoist priest?" Heguanzi asked with a smile.
Master Xiang fell silent. Xunzi had stirred up a hornet's nest in Confucianism. Even if he came out to support him, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Confucianism.
"The benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness of Confucius and Mencius are too perfect and idealistic, and have become divorced from reality. Confucianists are also well aware that those are just empty talk and illusions, but no one dares to expose them, and they turn a blind eye and a deaf ear. Xunzi is shattering that dream and foam at the cost of his own life, and bringing Confucianism back to reality. It is difficult for him to survive!" Heguanzi commented lightly on this Confucian debate.
What is good or evil in human nature? The fundamental reason is that the great way for all pursued by Confucius and Mencius is an idealistic one, which is too similar to the Taoist idea of a small country with few people. However, Taoists are also very clear that their own small country with few people is impossible to exist, so they established the Huang-Lao school to get as close to that ideal as possible.
But Confucianism is not like that. Confucianism pursues the great way and the world for all, but it is immersed in dreams and is unwilling to explore the reality and find a way to get closer to the world for all.
Simply put, the Confucians are only good at talking but not at putting anything into practice, which is why they are not taken seriously by monarchs .
Now a man named Xunzi emerged and ruthlessly shattered this fantasy, pulling all Confucian disciples back to reality and trying to find a path that was infinitely close to the world being shared by all, thus shattering everyone's dreams.
But who wants to have their dreams shattered? They have been immersed in dreams for hundreds of years. Do they really not know that they are dreaming? They know, but they are used to enjoying themselves and are unwilling to cut through thorns and explore the thorny road that leads to their ideals.
Therefore, whoever shatters their dreams will be attacked by everyone.
This is also the reason why many schools of thought looked down on Confucianism, calling those Confucian scholars corrupt scholars, but respected Xunzi very much.
"Even if Xun Kuang wins, it will be meaningless. He can't change Confucianism, nor can he wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep!" Heguanzi shook his head and said.
"So, birdman, what are you here for?" Xiang Fuzi was not unaware of Xunzi's situation, but he didn't know why Heguanzi came to find him.
"If Confucianism is having a hard time, how about you Mohists?" Heguanzi looked at Master Xiang and asked back.
"Taoism also needs some pressure. Without Mohism, we would be very boring!" Heguanzi continued.
"What do you want to do?" Mr. Xiang frowned.
"This old Taoist just wants to know if you Mohists are sick. You know there are problems with the scriptures, so why don't you change them? Isn't it enough that you have given away the Mo Bian lineage? You even want to sacrifice the other two lineages. This old Taoist doesn't believe that you Mohists can't understand the general trend of the world. If you don't change, all the Mohist disciples will die out!" Heguanzi said with some regret.
"The Confucians have woven a dream for themselves and then sunk into it. You Mohists have been living in the dream of the past. The Mohists are no longer the Mohists of the past. Now is the era of kings, not princes!" Heguanzi sighed.
Master Xiang fell silent. Are the Mohists really living in the past? Are they still upholding the chivalry and style of the past? Are they really unwilling to change?
