Zhuang Zhou supported the old man as they walked on the street.
When the people passing by saw the old man, they all felt an incomparable respect and reverence from the bottom of their hearts. They immediately stepped back two steps to both sides and bowed. Even the thugs on the street became solemn at this time.
One of them was still laughing with others when he gave his boss a slap on the head. After they came to their senses, they all put their clothes on and saluted respectfully, even a little stiffly.
This is a living legend among the people.
Preaching has been going on here since the era of the nine stone tablets.
Their grandfathers had listened to the old man's sermons, their fathers had played at the old man's knees when they were young, and even they themselves, when they first started learning Taoism and practicing, they dressed neatly and went to pay homage to the old master.
In their eyes, this old man who preaches to people all over the world is one of the totems of the prosperity of the human race in this era.
On the eaves of one side, a girl who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing tight clothes, deerskin boots, and a long sword slung across her body, lazily gazed at the white-haired teacher below. It was the little dragon girl. The dragon clan has a long lifespan, and after more than fifty years, she looked only one or two years older.
"Master, are you feeling well today?"
"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. My cultivation has improved again."
People laughed and said something.
The old man responded gently.
Although everyone now practices cultivation and has strong internal energy, because Saint Qiu founded a private school to teach various types of cultivation, and the existence of the Nine Cauldrons directly enhanced the talents of practitioners, resulting in the human world almost entering a state of [knowledge sharing] in the past seventeen years. Many problems in the past that resulted in no progress after reaching a certain level due to hidden injuries caused by a weak foundation and the lack of true teachings at the beginning have all been solved.
After resolving these unnecessary internal consumptions.
The fighting power of the human world further expanded.
Soon, Qiu integrated yin and yang and compiled the scriptures of Yi, which directly reduced the difficulty of Yi, which was once only accessible to the most talented people. He compiled many scriptures to provide them for people with different interests to practice.
He taught each of his disciples different things according to their characteristics.
To himself, just silence.
Master Qiu only narrated but did not create anything, and he did not want to pass down his writings to future generations.
His disciples were scattered all over the human world. The three thousand disciples represented three thousand different lineages and inheritances, falling into the human world like stars in the sky.
The people discussing Taoism in front of the nine stone tablets under Jimen were stimulated.
So they were forced to "roll up".
It also began to spread throughout the world, recruiting disciples and passing on the teachings.
The Master is ahead of everyone else.
The people benefit.
He integrated a complete and perfect path of cultivation, directly discarding the many secret codes used by the great families and sects when they once monopolized knowledge, and provided the whole world with a complete set of basic templates for cultivation. Qiu described the cultivation of this path in a very thorough manner, enough to suit 99% of people.
A considerable part of the human race’s combat power in the past has declined drastically due to the monopoly of knowledge.
Qiu smashed the door frame with one punch, and people all over the world began to imitate him.
Without opening the door wide and integrating into practice, how can one defeat this terrifying existence whose talent, ability, and willpower are unparalleled?
Qiu laid the foundation and set the first step of all spiritual practice as [self-cultivation].
The ultimate goal is to achieve the state of "ruling the world". The scholar in green shirt can see clearly that this so-called state of "ruling the world" is clearly the so-called superior way that the Taoist has realized while sitting in front of the nine stone tablets. In simple terms, it is to "spread the Dharma to the people. Cultivate the truth and realize the Tao, save the lost. For all living beings, eliminate disasters and obstacles".
The direct consequence of what Qiu had done in the past seventeen years was a surge in the level of practitioners in the world.
This is a precedent for future generations.
Today, Qiu, who has a great reputation in the world, is 51 years old. He once again fulfilled the promise he made that year and came to meet the old man who is nearly 70 years old. The scholar in blue put his hands behind his back and looked at Master Qiu walking towards him, and he lowered his eyes slightly.
The way of the human world is not an ordinary way. Because of the Nine Cauldrons, the destiny of humanity circulates throughout the human world.
This means that as long as the requirements are met, anyone in the human world can mobilize a certain level of human luck.
The innate Qi can burst out the combat power at the level of a real person.
Ordinary people may unleash the lethal power of their innate Qi at any cost.
The human race has no such thing as despising the raging flames of war, but if an enemy comes to the human world, as long as the nine tripods are still there and the terrifying array of luck continues to circulate, then those enemies will face a terrifying world with a large population, the Queen Nuwa still alive, each person possessing explosive moves at the level of innate Qi, and the strongest military strategist, the God of War, stationed there.
This does not even take into account the various schools of thought.
Qiu's existence was like a huge enemy, forcing all the schools to unite. While frantically trying to defeat Qiu's school, they continued to study Qiu's school secretly and incorporated things from his school.
Then challenge.
He continued to be pressed to the ground and rubbed by a hand.
**!
Then they went back to study the books angrily. They were chasing after that figure who had endless brilliance in history, and they were also pulling themselves forward, to a direction they had never thought of before.
Zhuang Zhou escorted the old man to the nine stone tablets, then turned around and walked out to greet Qiu.
Below Jimen was once a place where only the rich and powerful could live. More than fifty years ago, it was razed by the young and mighty King Li Zhai. Then a Taoist came from the sky and erected nine blank stone tablets. Until now, more than fifty years later, the location there is very good, and there are people who are jealous of it.
However, the greater the majesty of Emperor Li Weifeng, even if someone was envious, they could not succeed at all. Gradually, this place had become a tacitly accepted place with certain values and power that transcended the secular world. Seventeen years ago, the thirty-four-year-old Qiu once discussed Taoism and shocked hundreds of schools of thought.
During these seventeen years, hundreds of schools of thought contended with each other and the discussions among philosophers were lively and brilliant.
Emperor Li Weifeng laughed and called it [All the heroes in the world come here, they don’t want to enter the palace to serve as officials]
[This place is also a palace].
Also, this place is under Ji Men.
The world calls it——
Jixia Academy.
The name Jixia is so simple.
When Zhuang Zhou saw Qiu again, both of them were no longer young. Qiu's expression was gentle and solemn. Zhuang Zhou looked at him for a long time and sighed. He was about to respond lazily, but then he looked at this guy again.
I thought of this Qiu who traveled around the world, even to the land of all spirits in the demon country, where he was trapped in a formation, seriously injured and hungry for three days and three nights, and was extremely weakened by the formation to the point that his disciples could not stand up, but he could still play the piano and sing.
I looked at his broad shoulders and arms, and his kind expression.
And the sword.
Confucius Qiu's sword is long and has no blade.
Very convincing.
Zhuang Zhou was never a stubborn person, so he took the initiative to bow and said, "Master Qiu is here."
He said, "Old man... ahem, I mean, my uncle-master is already waiting for you there." A man who looked cool and noble next to the mound frowned and said, "Under the Nine Monuments, the disciples of the academy are already extraordinary, famous in the six realms and beyond, and everyone in the world knows them!"
"And all the schools of thought respect that old gentleman. Even if you don't call that old ancestor "Zi" according to this era, you should still have the most basic respect!"
The man spoke sternly and lawfully.
Zhuang Zhou wanted to throw him into the moat to become a fish.
Doesn't he understand that this is also a form of intimacy and respect?
Zhuang Zhou said to Qiu Dao: "Your disciples follow the external etiquette and rules, but ignore the inner essence. The path they find is just an external rope. A tree is straight on the outside but rotten on the inside. It has already grown worms. Can it be considered a pillar?"
"In ancient times, the people did not cry when their relatives died, and the people did not blame them. In my opinion, if you were a disciple in ancient times, wouldn't you have scolded the ancient kings to death?"
“You, you, you!”
The middle-aged man couldn't help but blush.
Among all the wise men and schools of thought in the world, there are very few who can beat Zhuang Zhou in discussing the Tao. But there are also very few who can argue with him. This guy always says a lot of things that sound ridiculous at first, but make sense when you think about it carefully. In the end, it’s still his ridiculous logic.
But his logic is perfect, you can't argue with him.
This guy and his friend chatted for half an hour about whether to eat fish today.
You are not a fish, so how do you know the joy of a fish?
You are not me, how do you know that I don’t know the joy of fish?
There are many young urchins who confront each other and shout, "You are an idiot."
"Anyone who calls me stupid is a stupid person."
"The guy who calls me stupid is the one who is stupid."
Zhuang Zhou never tired of this, and was free and easy. Seeing that things seemed to be about to get into a quarrel, he simply bowed as an elder and said lazily: "Wrong, wrong, you heard it wrong, I didn't say old man, I said, Laozi, Laozi."
The middle-aged man asked, "Are you still cursing?"
"What's the curse?"
Zhuang Zhou said seriously: "Old people mean longevity; young people mean respect!"
"According to what you said, I am respecting him!"
"I am!"
The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. He had no idea what to do with this lazy but logical guy. Zhuang Zhou laughed loudly and bowed to the man who called himself Qiu, saying, "Please come in, the wise man of the north, Qiu!"
"Master uncle, that is, Laozi."
In full view of the crowd, Zhuang Zhou glanced at the disciple and said jokingly in a teasing tone, "He is waiting for you."
"good."
Qiu's expression was solemn. He and Zhuang Zhou walked side by side to the old man at the Jixia Academy. Both Qiu and Zhuang Zhou had a premonition and talked to the old man again, saying that their chance was running out.
This may be the last time.
The old man was sixty-eight years old.
Qiu is fifty-one years old.
The seventeen years in between represent the old man's youthful vigor that is no longer known in this era.
It is the heroic youth that has been gradually forgotten by people of this era as time passes.
Even the unification of the world happened seventeen years ago. In the era of peace, the battle in the demon world more than fifty years ago has gradually turned into legend. This era is a magnificent era, a grand and prosperous era. The people live and work in peace and contentment and have something to pursue. Does anyone still remember the sixteen-year-old Taoist boy who wielded a sword and traveled around?
It's always like this.
Our lives, deaths and adventures became stories, and eventually, over time, they became legends.
The legend will one day be sublimated into a myth, and our original imprint and prototype will completely disappear. Only after a long time, there will be a few short words left, which contain the magnificence of the past.
But to others, such an earth-shaking meeting seems to be just a simple sentence.
When Zixing was fifty-one years old and had not heard of the Tao, he went south to see Laozi.
——Zhuangzi Outer Chapters
…
When Qiu saw the old man again, his expression became more humble. The old man was still wearing a black robe and a light gray double-breasted inner garment. His hair had turned as white as silver, and he wore a jade crown to tie his hair. At first glance, it was almost impossible to distinguish the jade crown made of Kunshan jade from the old man's hair.
Qiu paid his respectful visit. Unlike the two previous visits, the Qiu of this era was already famous throughout the world and was a great sage who was in no way inferior to this old man. His disciples and grandchildren opened up the cultural context after this era. He came here to pay his respects to the most respected old man in front of the nine stone tablets.
This almost detonated the entire world in an instant.
Li Weifeng had no choice but to give orders to many guards to maintain order.
However, he never expected that nine out of ten guards today asked for leave. Those who refused said they had a stomachache and could not work. After the officer in charge of the matter left, they climbed over the wall and left. Then at the next corner, they met the same officer who had come out, and they smiled awkwardly at each other.
What a pity.
The discussion of Taoism was still not made public. I don't know if it was because people thought that when practicing Taoism, one should remember not to aim too high, or for other reasons, but this time the discussion was the same as seventeen years ago, with still two people, the white-haired old man and the fifty-one-year-old Qiu.
The recorder is Zhuang Zhou.
This discussion lasted for three months.
It’s longer than before!
Someone asked Zhuang Zhou later, asking him why he did not practice diligently since he had witnessed such an unprecedented event and expected that there would be no one to discuss the Dao in the future. Zhuang Zhou remained silent for a long time, then stood with his hands behind his back and sighed:
“My life is limited, but my knowledge is unlimited.”
This sentence is so sad.
People feel that this casual Taoist sage also has a serious side.
People thought that this talented Taoist master must have felt regretful and sad after witnessing that discussion. My life has its limits, but knowledge is boundless.
Immediately, the Taoist elder added the following sentence:
"To follow the infinite with the finite is to be in danger!"
Using such a precious life to pursue a road without limits is simply stupid and useless.
At that time, there was a saying that those who are greedy for life and afraid of death would pretend to be paralyzed or sick.
This contrast directly makes bystanders stunned.
Zhuang Zhou recorded this sentence naturally and confidently.
Put it in the "Health Preservation" section.
study?
There's no end to learning this stuff. Just eat when you're hungry and sleep when you're tired. Don't think too much.
As for the outcome of this discussion, Zhuang Zhou also recorded it in his own writings.
[Is the sky moving? Where is the earth? Where do the sun and the moon compete? Who is in charge? Who is the one who holds the key? Who is the one who pushes forward without doing anything? Is it that the mind has its own mechanism and cannot stop? Is it that the mind moves and cannot stop itself? Are clouds the rain? Is it the rain the cloud? Who is the one who is doing the most?]
[You will see me again within three months]
[Lao Tzu said: “Yes, I have got it”!
These words were recorded by Zhuang Zhou in his own heritage. As for the name of this article, Zhuang Zhou, who was already old at that time, was content with the supreme freedom, but lazy and did not seek immortality, was silent for a long time. With nostalgia for the past, he did not shed tears, but just laughed and sang, and wrote down the name -
【Zhuangzi·Heaven's Destiny】!
As he put down his pen, he vaguely remembered the words the old man had said with his eyes lowered and a smile.
"Qiu, I got it!"
And Zhuang Zhou was not the only one who was moved by the joy, expectation, calmness, and magnanimity of letting go in these four words. On that day, on the deep mountain opposite the library, a man in a green shirt lowered his eyes and watched all this. He was holding a wine jug and watched the old man stand up with a gentle smile, watched Qiu bow, and the old man patted his shoulder.
Then the old man came out.
Two people, light and darkness are intertwined, as if time is colliding.
At that moment, the old man walked across the hill.
The old man had white hair and gentle eyes.
All the schools of thought specialize in one aspect, but Taoism takes charge of all!
The guidelines of all schools of thought, the ancestor of all things.
Taoism!
Qiu saluted with both hands, meticulously and solemnly.
There has never been a Master since the beginning of human history!
Respect the teacher of all ages and set a precedent for a new lineage.
Confucianism!
This moment intersects in the years.
Zhuang Zhou was beside him, his heart was surging and full of emotions!
The scholar in green robes was holding a wine pot and looking ahead. He saw that the Yuqing Tree had already grown to its limit. It took seventeen years for it to sprout, seventeen years for it to grow branches, and another seventeen years for it to follow the various schools of thought and Qiu's three thousand disciples to multiply throughout the world!
The counties should be the trunk, and the various schools of thought should be the branches. The wind will blow from the top of Mount Tai and cover the vast world!
From then on, one hundred and eight thousand years is spring, and one hundred and eight thousand years is autumn!
Sixty-six thousand three hundred and sixty thousand branches, each one a possible future!
There are millions of leaves, and every one of them is a dragon among men!
The world is under my green shade!
At the moment when the fate of the Taoist and the Confucian intersected, Fuxi had an illusion as if he was witnessing a legend. He was dazed and absent-minded. In front of the nine stone tablets, countless people were chanting something and gathered together, as if good luck was rising to the sky.
The voices gathered together, as if the wind was blowing from fifty years ago. The young Taoist at that time sat cross-legged, lowered his eyes gently, and asked Fuxi with a smile, saying:
"The world is changing, and the world is changing."
"I, the poor Taoist Qi Wuhuo, took this power of Qi as my son, and came to the mortal world to give this world a prosperous sixty years."
"Fellow Daoist, how is it?"
Fellow Daoist, how is it?!
Now, the foundation of human prosperity, the Spring and Autumn Period is at its peak, and the Yuqing tree is shaking so violently that the sound is like waves.
Fuxi stood there, and what he saw was solemn, majestic, and vast. He was stunned and speechless.
After a long time, he replied, "Daoyou."
The voice started out high in pitch, and finally ended in a sigh: "Supreme Goodness!"
The wine jug had fallen to the ground without him noticing.
After a long time, Fuxi suddenly realized——
Qiu Dedao.
This also means that the Taoist is sitting here, waiting for something, and the reason why he is unwilling to ascend to the heaven.
Done?! !
The blue-robed scholar's pupils suddenly contracted!