Volume 3: The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Chapter 655: Zhen Yuanzi: What are you making such a fuss about? Whoever makes a fuss will have no food to eat!
Chu State.
A small farm world.
"Come on, come on, everyone, eat!"
“Why don’t you eat?”
The Great Immortal Zhenyuan warmly entertained both the Confucian and Mohist schools.
He, Mozi and Mingyu gathered around a large tripod, chatting and laughing happily.
In the courtyard, the disciples of the Mohist and Confucian schools sat on both sides clearly separated.
"Brother Yan Hui, is the relationship between your two families not good?"
Wukong's seat was close to Yan Hui. Seeing this, he came up to Yan Hui and asked in a low voice.
Although the situation between the two sides was not tense due to the pressure from Mozi and the Master, Wukong could see that the atmosphere was indeed not very harmonious.
"It's not like we have a bad relationship," Yan Hui thought for a moment and said to Wukong, "Our two families just have different philosophies."
"You just arrived in Dongsheng Shenzhou, so you may not be familiar with the situation here."
Then, Yan Hui briefly introduced the various schools of thought to Wukong.
Only then did Wukong know the name of the land beneath his feet, and it was also the first time he heard about the splendor of the Hundred Schools.
"So there are so many people as powerful as Master?" Wukong's golden eyes flickered, and his eyes were full of longing.
"Hmm... more or less."
Yan Hui thought to himself that each of these philosophers was at the top of the world, and they were indeed powerful.
Most of the philosophers are only slightly inferior to Confucius.
Looking at the excited Wukong, Yan Hui passed the food in front of him to him and said gently, "Wukong, there is something I still need to remind you of."
"Brother Yan Hui, please speak!" Wukong's expression became serious.
Yan Hui nodded and said, "You can use your innate magical powers, but don't force them."
"The Master and Zhuangzi were discussing swordsmanship earlier. It was a bright and clear discussion, and they had no intention of hurting anyone. Look, there's nothing serious going on."
"But you must never be so reckless in the future!"
The magical powers of being able to change, knowing the weather, understanding the terrain, moving stars and changing constellations are all innate to the clever stone monkey.
It's just that Goku is still young and cannot fully master these abilities.
It takes a long time for it to develop and settle.
If you want to shorten the time, it is not impossible. Finding a good master to guide you is a good choice.
Wukong's expression changed, and his golden eyes looked at Yan Hui earnestly: "Brother Yan Hui, why is it that you are willing to teach me so many things, and even the Master is generous in teaching me, but why can't I join the Confucian school?"
"Because your way is not in my Confucianism."
The gentle words made the golden eyes dim a little.
Yan Hui looked at the lost Wukong and smiled: "What I, a Confucian, can do is just to open a new door for you."
"You can see, hear, and understand everything in this door."
"But this is not your way home."
Wukong listened carefully to these words. After knowing that he could not join Confucianism, he felt relieved.
He bowed and said, "Brother Yan Hui, please show me the way!"
With his wisdom, he naturally understood the meaning of Yan Hui's words.
If Confucianism is not my home, then there is naturally another place waiting for me.
Yan Hui pointed to the west and said, "In the Western Niuhe Continent there is a place called Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, with the Xieyue Sanxing Cave. There lives a person with great supernatural powers, named Bodhi Patriarch."
"Bodhi Patriarch?"
Wukong murmured softly, and when he pronounced the name, a feeling of joy rose in his heart.
This mysterious feeling is hard to describe and cannot be explained. It is like a kind of fate, illusory yet real.
Yan Hui looked at Wukong who was lost in thought. He patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Believe me, he will be your best master."
"Better than Master?"
Wukong subconsciously looked at Mingyu. Compared to the Bodhi Patriarch mentioned by Yan Hui, Mingyu was more like a family member to him.
The interactions during these days made Wukong develop a genuine trust in the Master and Confucianism.
Yan Hui replied without hesitation: "Better than the Master."
He is telling the truth.
At least for now.
A hint of cunning flashed in Yan Hui's eyes.
Wukong has no doubt that he is there.
"Then Senior Brother Yan Hui, can I stay for a while longer?"
"sure!"
Yan Hui laughed and said, "Dongzhou is so far away from Xizhou, and it's extremely dangerous. Are you planning to go there like this?"
"What does Senior Brother Yan Hui mean?" Wukong's eyes lit up.
"What can I mean?"
Yan Hui spread his hands and said, "I just want to tell you to learn more about our Confucian etiquette."
"As long as you master Confucian etiquette, you can be sure that others will be able to speak to you calmly!"
"Really?"
Wukong touched the back of his head and chuckled.
He had seen a lot of Confucian etiquette along the way!
"Giant!"
"Master!"
While they were eating, Qin Huali of the Mohist school and Zilu of the Confucian school stood up almost at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, a large number of disciples from both sides stood up.
They glared at each other, as if they were about to start a fight if they had a disagreement.
Bang~~
At this time, Xu Xing, the host, slammed the table and stood up.
"What's the fuss?"
"What's the fuss?"
"Whoever makes trouble again will have no food today!"
As Xu Xing spoke, a thousand-foot-long ray of light flashed, and the Book of Earth moved without wind, illuminating the mountains, rivers, and lakes of the earth, and all corners of the world.
The veins of the earth roar like dragons, and the three mountains and five peaks are full of infinite splendor and change.
The power of boundless laws vibrated, space collapsed, and spiritual energy rioted, as if the world was destroyed.
Zhen Yuan Daxian's display of power was like an angry lion, making the disciples of the two families silent in fear.
He stared at Qin Huali with a bad look, grinning with his white teeth, and said in a stern tone: "Is the food not tasty?"
Qin Huali felt the terrifying murderous intent descending upon him. He shuddered and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Delicious, delicious!"
Xu Xing looked at Zilu, who had stepped forward first, and asked with a gloomy face, "Is the food not to your liking?"
"Yes! It suits my taste very well!"
Under Xu Xing's murderous gaze, Zilu shrank his neck and smiled awkwardly: "Xu Zi, don't be angry!"
"You want me to not be angry?"
"sure!"
He looked around and shouted, "Everyone, sit down!"
All the disciples sat down in a rush.
"Have a meal!"
The disciples didn't dare to say anything and just ate in silence.
There are plenty of opportunities to discuss Taoism, but if you miss the delicious food of Zhenyuan Daxian this time, there will be no next time.
Xu Xing saw that everyone was eating honestly.
A smile reappeared on his face: "That's right!"
Wouldn’t it be nice to just be a good worker?
Do you have to fight over and over again?
"Come, sit down!"
Mozi smiled and pulled Xu Xing along, "It's normal for young people to move around!"
"Don't worry about it!"
"That's right."
Mingyu sat upright, carefully cutting the meat with his halberd. He then placed the thin slices of meat in his mouth, savoring them carefully. He said with a look of enjoyment, "Daoyou's cooking skills are as good as ever!"
"It's worth it for me to bring my disciples on this journey."
Xu Xing's face was filled with smiles: "If you like, you can come here often!"
"Lu and Chu are not far away!"
"It's not far." Mingyu nodded. He put down the cutlery, wiped his mouth elegantly, and smiled, "But I have a better plan!"
"What plan?" Xu Xing asked.
Mingyu said, "Instead of running back and forth, why don't we just be neighbors?"
Xu Xing was stunned for a moment, then he was delighted: "You want to stay in Chu to give lectures?"
"No!" Mingyu shook his head and said, "What I want is, fellow Taoist, come with me!"
"Go with you?"
Mingyu nodded: "Not only fellow Taoist, but also uncle-master."
"After the 'Controversy among the Philosophers', why don't you all come with me?"
"I?"
Mozi also looked over. He looked at Mingyu with great interest. His intuition and experience told him that this matter was not simple.
Mingyu's words confirmed Mozi's suspicions. "I plan to expand the academy on Sheji Mountain to accommodate the teachings of various schools of thought. I'll then invite scholars from various schools of thought to come to the academy to write books and teach. What do you think, uncle?"
"Establish a school to accommodate various schools of thought?"
Mo Zi's eyebrows arched slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully: "Interesting!"
Xu Xing pointed at Mingyu and said with a smile, "Are you planning to learn from Daozu?"
In the past, Daozu Hongjun welcomed three thousand mortals in Zixiao Palace. Today, is Mingyu planning to follow the example of Daozu and "catch all" of them in one fell swoop?
"What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
Mingyu remained noncommittal. He looked at the disciples who were being scolded by Zhen Yuanzi until they couldn't even breathe, and said with a smile, "If you were to come to the academy as a teacher, you would definitely be very popular."
Xu Xing thought about it and nodded slightly: "It's not impossible."
…
Cai State.
Bian Que took the initiative to come to Duke Huan of Cai for medical treatment for the third time.
Duke Huan of Cai was very unhappy: "I told you, I'm not sick!"
Bian Que looked at Duke Huan of Cai with pity and shook his head. "Your illness is getting worse and worse. It has now spread deep into your intestines. If you don't treat it now, it will be too late."
Duke Huan of Cai's face turned dark.
"Don't I know my body?"
"I told you I'm not sick!"
In line with the medical principle of saving lives, Bian Que still planned to persuade him.
But before he could open his mouth, Duke Huan of Cai stood up and said, "Sir, please go back!"
"I'm really not sick!"
Bian Que sighed, turned and left.
When Bian Que had gone a long way, Duke Huan of Cai's expression eased somewhat. He said to his guards with a hint of meaning, "These doctors just like to treat people who are not sick, in order to show off their skills."
Ten days later.
Bian Que entered the palace again carrying the medicine bag.
When Duke Huan of Cai met Bian Que, his face immediately turned unhappy. He was just waiting for him to persuade him to cure his illness, and then he would reject him outright.
However, this time he saw Duke Huan of Cai from afar and ran away.
Duke Huan of Cai was puzzled.
He watched Bian Que's swift steps, and driven by curiosity, Duke Huan said to his guards, "Catch up with him and ask him."
The guard nodded and left.
Soon, the guards came back.
"What did the gentleman say?"
Seeing that the other party was hesitant, Duke Huan said, "Go ahead. No matter what you said, I will pardon you."
The guard then spoke, imitating Bian Que's tone and saying, "Your Majesty's illness is deep-rooted!"
"It's hopeless."
“Wait for death!”
"Goodbye!"
After hearing this, Duke Huan's face turned green.
But at this time he still thought that Bian Que was trying to scare him.
Bian Que, who had sneaked all the way to his residence, waved to the somewhat naive girl in the courtyard and said, "Ling'er, we can't stay in Cai State anymore. Let's go!"
"Oh, okay!"
Ling'er responded, and with a wave of her hand, the rays of light filled the air, and the medicinal herbs and books in the courtyard were put into the backpack.
"Master, where are we going?" Ling'er's bright eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Aren't you going to treat Duke Huan?"
"It's impossible to cure it. We have done our utmost." Bian Que shook his head and pointed to a place on the map: "Next we have to go to Qin!"
"Qin?"
"Yes! Let's go find Fellow Daoist Bai Qi!"
Bian Que nodded and said, "I've made up my mind. This time, I'll go to the 'Debate of Philosophers' with the military strategists!"
"They are responsible for fighting and killing, and we are responsible for saving the dying and healing the wounded!"
"Being a traveling military doctor is so easy!"
"How about this plan?"
Bian Que put his hands on his hips and praised his own wisdom.
"I'll listen to Master!" Ling'er nodded slightly. She had no objection to Bian Que's decision.
"That's what we'll do!"
Bian Que waved his hand, and Shennong's medicine cauldron flew out. Three hundred and sixty-five magical medicines floated in the air, shining brightly and magnificently.
"Walk!"
Bian Que and his disciples quietly broke through the blockade of Cai State's national destiny and crossed the border.
Five days later, Duke Huan of Cai felt pain all over his body. He was so frightened that he quickly asked someone to capture Bian Que to treat him.
But at this time Bian Que had already arrived in Qin State.
Moreover, Bian Que met an acquaintance outside Bai Qi's house.
"Brother Gongsun, Brother Gongsun, come out and greet the guests!"
The loud voice of Gongsun Long, the head of a famous family, started a bad day for Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an.
"You still dare to come to Qin?"
With a flash of cold light, You Xi placed his sword on Gongsun Long's neck. Bai Qi walked out of the door with a sullen face. The figure of Yue Zhiyuan Ting made the atmosphere around him serious. His eyes were fixed on Gongsun Long.
"The Qin State is not a dangerous place, why shouldn't I dare to come?"
Gongsun Long looked at Bai Qi calmly. He pinched You Xijian with two fingers and pushed it away. "Besides, your last name is Gongsun, mine is Gongsun too. We're all family! What are you talking about?!"
"Besides, since I'm here now, Brother Gongsun, aren't you going to invite me in for a chat?"
"As far as I know, using swords to confront others and refusing them entry is not the Qin way of hospitality, right?"
"If that's the case, it would be laughable."
As Gongsun Long spoke, he winked at Bian Que and his apprentice.
clang~~
Bai Qi sheathed his sword. He nodded to Bian Que and his disciples, then glanced at Gongsun Long: "Fellow Daoist, you truly deserve the title of Patriarch of a famous family!"
Gongsun Long was not angry in the face of Bai Qi's retort.
He turned to look at Ling'er with a smile on his face: "Little Ling'er, long time no see!"
"Senior Minghe, long time no see!" Ling'er was still the good girl that Minghe had in mind. When she saw Minghe, she happily returned the greeting.
"Oh, what's the point of being a senior or not!"
Gongsun Long waved his hands repeatedly, then pulled out a scroll of scriptures from his sleeve and handed it over: "Here, this is my famous monograph! Take a good look at it when you have time."
"What's the point of such deceitful and deceitful words?"
Bai Qi spoke with disdain and casually handed Ling'er a copy of the military book he had written.
Gongsun Long laughed and said, "How can you, a killer, give a military book to a doctor? How can you do that?"
"I am a killer?"
"Then what are you?"
Bai Qi curled his lips. He was the great killing god of the ancient times, but instead of focusing on his job as a military strategist, he actually opened a secondary account for a famous master!
