"The wolf clan is one of humanity's greatest enemies. They are true beastmen, unlike those who have undergone various bloodline transformations. Brother Qin, it's enough for you to know these things. Knowing too much now would be counterproductive," Zhiyuan said after a moment of silence.
The old man from Zhiyuan was shrewd and had almost completely understood that Qin Mu was a very closed-off place. The young man who came out of there, although he had read a lot of books, knew nothing about the common sense of cultivation, which meant that he really did not have a master.
However, Qin Mu had actually read the Yin Fu Jing, which shows that his ancestors were of extraordinary background and that they might have had a close relationship with Taoism. Most importantly, Qin Mu was able to possess a scholarly air without any guidance, which shows his talent. Such an outstanding young man is worth his effort to befriend.
As for whether Qin Mu would lie to him, Zhiyuan still trusted his own eyes. Old people are shrewd, and old ghosts are clever. Zhiyuan, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, was almost seventy years old. If he couldn't tell whether Qin Mu was telling the truth, wouldn't he have lived in vain?
The Tao follows the natural way. Taoism emphasizes using the mind to perceive nature, as the mind is the most sensitive. This is also a point that Zhiyuan can affirm.
Some things are common knowledge, while others are secrets among cultivators, tacitly kept from ordinary people to avoid panic. Frankly, Zhiyuan was also wondering which obscure place Qin Mu was, that he didn't even know about werewolves.
North of the Central Plains, beyond the Great Wall, lies the vast grassland, a place historically occupied by beastmen—a fact widely known.
Qin Mu had just transmigrated, so how could he know these things? The village they lived in had been isolated from the world for generations, with people only occasionally going to town to buy necessities. For the sake of village harmony and stability, and to allow the people to settle down and live there peacefully, some past events were gradually buried in history.
"May I ask, Daoist Master, what supernatural powers do great Confucian scholars possess that you admire?" Qin Mu did not continue to inquire about werewolves, as they were still somewhat distant from his own experience.
"Confucianism focuses on cultivating the righteous spirit. This righteous spirit can not only empower people, making them fearless, but it can also empower weapons, allowing them to carry the righteous spirit and break through the hard bodies of beastmen. The higher the cultivation level of the Confucian cultivator, the longer the empowerment lasts. When one becomes a great Confucian, the empowerment can be permanent."
"Qin Shi Huang's million-strong army guarded the Great Wall, fighting bitterly for decades to ensure the stability of the Central Plains. At the beginning of the Han Dynasty, the Confucian, Mencian, and Zuo Qiuming families, along with a hundred great Confucian scholars, went to the Great Wall, unleashing their righteous energy to strengthen it. From then on, the nomadic tribes of the grasslands abandoned any thought of breaching the Great Wall. This also freed the Central Plains from the need to deploy a million-strong army to guard the border," Zhiyuan sighed.
"Such a sage is truly a model for our clan, and is worthy of our admiration," Qin Mu said admiringly. Just imagine how powerful it is to permanently enhance the Great Wall. Although Qin Mu did not yet understand the effects of this enhancement, it did not diminish his respect.
"The sacrifices of our predecessors were for a better life for future generations. If we practice diligently, one day we can catch up with them and live up to their sacrifices," Zhiyuan encouraged.
"Sacrifice?" Qin Mu was taken aback.
"To bless the Great Wall is no easy feat. It took the support of 130 great Confucian scholars, as well as the assistance of the Yin-Yang School, the Taoist School, and the Mohist School, to accomplish this great undertaking," Zhiyuan said, shaking his head slightly.
Qin Mu then realized that things were not as simple as he had imagined.
"What effect will the Great Wall have after being blessed?" Qin Mu asked curiously.
"Brother Qin can see for himself later, I'm sure you won't be disappointed. As for matters of cultivation, I won't say much more, it's not good to talk too much. You and your little disciple should chat, you young people have more to talk about." Zhiyuan said, got up and walked over, glared at his disciple, took the Yin Fu Jing from his hand, and left quickly.
"This humble Taoist priest, Li Chunfeng, thanks Brother Qin for gifting me the scriptures." Reluctantly withdrawing his gaze, the young Taoist priest surprised Qin Mu once again with his words.
"Li Chunfeng!" Qin Mu's eyes widened in surprise. He never expected that this guy would be a legendary figure. He had studied Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, and others for a long time before.
"Brother Qin, have you heard of my name?" Li Chunfeng asked curiously, seeing Qin Mu's expression.
"A few days ago, on the road, I overheard that there was an official in the imperial court who shared the same name as the Taoist priest," Qin Mu replied calmly.
The thing that made Qin Mu happiest about the time travel was that his brain no longer constantly conjured up related images; the relevant information only appeared when he consciously thought about it. It was like having an extra controllable switch, which made Qin Mu much more cheerful.
"The position of Assistant Director of the Imperial Observatory is merely a sinecure. If Brother Qin ever comes to Chang'an in the future, you must visit me so I can properly thank you," Li Chunfeng said solemnly, bowing with his hands clasped.
"Definitely, definitely. Once I fulfill my mother's dying wish, I will come to Chang'an. I will certainly trouble Li Shilang then." Qin Mu nodded. The ancient and majestic city of Chang'an was a place he absolutely had to visit.
"Brother Qin, don't be so formal. If you don't mind, you can just call me Brother Li."
"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer. My name is Qin Mu, courtesy name Huaidao. Brother Li, you may simply call me Huaidao."
"Brother Huaidao has already come of age? He doesn't look it."
“My father has been missing for twelve years, and I don’t know when we will be able to reunite. Before my mother passed away, she gave my younger brother a courtesy name,” Qin Mu explained.
“Alas! The Sui Dynasty was in turmoil, and the people were displaced. Only in the last few years have things improved a lot. I wonder where Brother Huaidao is going to visit relatives, and what your father’s name is. I have some connections, so I can help you find out,” Li Chunfeng sighed.
"Brother Li, you're too kind. I'm going to Youzhou to stay with my uncle, Luo Yi. My father is Qin Qiong, courtesy name Shubao..."
"Luo Yi! Qin Shubao!" Li Chunfeng exclaimed and stood up.
"Brother Li, do you know my father?" Although he knew that Qin Qiong was in Chang'an, he had not confirmed it yet, so Qin Mu pretended to know nothing.
"Hmm, hmm, I've heard of it. I'll inquire about it for you when I return to Chang'an." Li Chunfeng's expression changed several times before he finally mumbled something. He was afraid of making a mistake, so he didn't say anything more, after all, it involved a duke of the Tang Dynasty, and it was only Qin Mu's side of the story.
"Thank you so much," Qin Mu said, feigning surprise.
"Things are not settled yet, Brother Huaidao, no need for thanks. The Luo Yi you mentioned, is it Luo Yi, the Prince of Yan in Youzhou?" Li Chunfeng asked as he sat down again.
This was also a point of suspicion for him, since he had never heard of Qin Qiong and Luo Yi, who were related. Therefore, he dared not speak carelessly.
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