“是两种灵气起冲突吗？”秦岳问道。
“说实在的，我也不知道，儒家浩然之气，我也试过，因为比灵气稀少，所以放弃了。并不知道修炼多了是否有影响。不过如今秦居士的问题，并不在灵气冲突之上，而是他的问题，我们能否解答。
"If it were anyone else, this problem would be simple, but for him... I really have no confidence." Yuan Tiangang shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Why do you say that, Daoist Master?" Qin Yao asked.
"Some time ago, my nephew brought back a lost Taoist classic, one of the most supreme Taoist texts. It was written down from memory by Layman Qin. In other words, no one knows exactly how many classics Layman Qin studied. Moreover, he also received the inheritance of Wei Liaozi. Although the Guigu lineage and Taoism are said to be of the same lineage..."
However, Master Guigu possessed extraordinary abilities, and the lineage he left behind must be extraordinary, especially considering that Qin Jushi was self-taught in Confucianism. Therefore, his question is certainly not simple,” Yuan Tiangang explained.
"Brother Huaidao has actually learned so much! He even knows the supreme classics of Taoism!" Qin Yue said in surprise.
"If one doesn't have a broad vision, how could one possibly embark on the path of Confucianism without guidance? Although it is said that as long as one has a firm will and sets one's goals, it is possible to embark on the path of Confucianism, there is a prerequisite: being well-versed in literature."
We don't know how many books Qin Jushi's ancestors left behind, but there must have been quite a few. For most people trapped in this kind of inner demon, only they themselves can find the answers,” Yuan Tiangang sighed.
"Then wouldn't that mean we can only seal Brother Huaidao's memories?" Qin Yue asked.
“Sealing memories is too risky, and I am not confident that I will not harm Mr. Qin’s sea of consciousness,” Yuan Tiangang said, shaking his head.
"What should we do? This won't work, that won't work! We can't just wait here, can we?" Qin Yue asked anxiously.
"Yue'er, don't be rude! We're trying to find a solution!" Qin Yao scolded, then cupped his hands and asked, "Master Yuan, do you have a safer solution?"
"have!"
"Please speak, Daoist Master, what do you need? I'll have someone prepare it immediately!" Qin Yaosong asked in one breath.
“As the saying goes, the right medicine is the right remedy. If we want to know what's troubling Mr. Qin, the best way now is to go into the courtyard and check what he wrote to see if there are any clues. Even if there aren't any clear clues, there will be some hints, and we can make some preparations in advance,” Yuan Tiangang said after a moment’s hesitation.
Looking at Qin Mu's notes meant inquiring about what others were cultivating, which is why Yuan Tiangang hesitated.
"This..." Not only him, but Qin Yao was also a little unsure, after all, looking at other people's cultivation notes was a big taboo.
"Please continue your investigation. Once Huaidao wakes up, the blind man will apologize to him," Bu Fang said through gritted teeth.
"How about this? I'll go in with Master Yan and Daoist Yuan, and one of you can come in with another person. The rest of you can wait outside," Qin Yao said after thinking for a moment.
“Second brother, accompany the Prince inside! Don’t hold back, just bring out everything Huai Dao wrote,” Bu Fang said.
“I understand, Your Majesty, Master Yuan, Master Yan, please!” Bu Mang nodded and extended his hand in invitation.
The group then entered the garden and went to Qin Mu's room.
Because Qin Mu was almost in seclusion, the Fang brothers didn't let anyone go in to disturb him. They even brought his meals in themselves, so naturally, no one cleaned the room. Now, the room is littered with papers.
“I don’t know many characters, and I was afraid of messing up Huai Dao and making it hard to find, so I didn’t dare to touch it. This room is full of his recent writings,” Bu Mang explained.
The desk and bookshelves were piled with books and papers. On the bookshelf was the complete book that Qin Mu had memorized in the first two days, and the others were written in the last two days, as he wrote whatever came to mind.
"You gather these scattered books together first, and we'll take turns looking at the books on the shelf," Qin Yao suggested.
"Yes!" Bu Mang replied with a fist and palm salute, then buried himself in tidying up the house.
Yuan Tiangang and the other two exchanged glances, nodded, walked to the bookshelf, and each picked up a book to read.
The three of them quickly finished reading the dozen or so books, even though they were exchanging them. After all, it was just for reference; they just needed to flip through them and know what they were about.
"Have you two made any discoveries?" Qin Yao asked, putting down a copy of the Doctrine of the Mean.
"I'm a little unaccustomed to this book at first, but after reading it for a while, I'll find it's much more convenient than before," Yan Liben said with a sigh.
These books were handwritten by Qin Mu, because he never considered showing them to anyone else, so he naturally followed his own habits. He cut the Xuan paper to A4 size and then bound them with thread. The style was completely different from books from another world, including the writing habits, with rows and rows of characters written horizontally.
The book binding in this world evolved from scroll binding. The long scroll was folded to become a book, with the front and back covered with a cover. When reading, it was opened like a sutra scroll. When submitting a memorial to the emperor, it was called a "memorial," and this is why.
While these folded books are much more convenient than the older scroll style, they are still prone to damage from frequent handling. Qin Mu's thread-bound books, of course, don't have such significant drawbacks.
Yan Liben said he was slightly unaccustomed to it, mainly because of Qin Mu's writing style. However, as a master craftsman, his first reaction was that the binding method was convenient and that this method was worth learning and promoting.
"Master Yan, we've come here to find the answer," Qin Yao said with a wry smile.
"Hehe, sorry. I didn't find anything special. These are all Confucian and Taoist classics. Apart from this Yin Fu Jing, there's nothing special about them," Yan Liben said with an embarrassed smile.
"The Yin Fu Jing is the Taoist classic I just mentioned. Please do not spread it outside," Yuan Tiangang said, cupping his hands in greeting.
"Of course! Of course!" Qin Yao and his companion readily agreed.
“Let me explain,” Yuan Tiangang continued. “Although I only glanced at them, these books handwritten by Qin Jushi seem to have some missing parts, more like they were corrected by later generations. This should be one of the reasons for his doubts.”
“Let’s take another look over here and see if we find anything new,” Qin Yao said.
“Good!” The two nodded, turned around and knelt down around the table to examine the unbound papers that Bu Mang had organized.
The writing on these papers was much more messy, but fortunately it didn't affect readability. There were dozens of papers, some containing a paragraph, others just a sentence. The three quickly finished reading and then began to ponder.
"It's really strange. Some of what Huai Dao wrote is very simple, while others contain profound truths about the universe. I don't know if he read it from books or figured it out himself. There are some things that even we wouldn't dare to touch, yet he dares to think about them," Qin Yao said with a smile and a shake of his head.
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