Chapter 157 Dad taught me the way of Confucianism and Taoism
"Actually, although I've been in the Imperial College during this period, I've also discovered a lot of suspicious points."
Zeng Anmin began to tell his father what he knew little by little.
Until he finished saying, "The fourth prince is most likely the child in Concubine Xi's womb."
Then I heard a "click."
The wooden sword in Dad's hand fell to the ground.
Suddenly, Dad looked up and looked around the yard.
He breathed a sigh of relief after not seeing any servants.
His eyes were extremely serious:
"Does anyone else know what you are talking about?"
Zeng Anmin quickly patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Dad. Besides you and me, only Bai Ziqing knows."
"Um."
Dad narrowed his eyes.
He pondered for a while.
Standing quietly in the same place.
After a long while, he slowly turned his head and looked at Zeng Anmin:
"Bai Ziqing..."
There was a hint of depth in the voice:
"This boy's behavior is frivolous, his character is worrying, and he lacks common sense..."
Well.
Zeng Anmin felt like laughing.
He really didn't expect that Bai Ziqing had such an evaluation in his father's heart.
Especially the "little mind"
Doesn't that mean Bai Ziqing is stupid?
"It's okay, Dad. Don't worry, I'll take care of him. There won't be any problems with Bai Ziqing."
Zeng Anmin patted his chest.
"Um."
Dad has always been confident in his eldest son.
"Oh, Dad, you said I haven't practiced the Confucian and Taoist methods of controlling Qi..."
There was a glint of desire in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
He had personally witnessed his father and Qin Shoucheng practicing Confucianism.
That feeling of righteousness and integrity is truly unforgettable.
"Um."
Listen to what Zeng Anmin said here.
Dad's expression also turned serious.
He turned around, looked at Zeng Anmin, and sat down in front of Zeng Anmin.
Afterwards, Dad didn't make any move.
Then he felt an extreme pressure suddenly burst out from his father's body.
Zeng Anmin felt a sudden tightness in his chest.
His face turned pale.
"Oh."
I saw that my father had a solemn face.
The next moment.
A ten-foot-long Dharma image stood above Dad's head.
The Dharma image was shining with a very strong and majestic green aura.
The appearance of the Dharma is exactly the same as that of my father.
Behind the Dharma image, a huge tablet is suspended in the air.
at the same time.
The space around seemed to be boiling.
Zeng Anmin vaguely felt that if he dared to make the slightest movement.
The huge Dharma image in front of you will cast unparalleled power towards you!
"Boom, boom, boom."
Zeng Anmin's heart was pounding.
"This is……"
He looked up at the image blankly.
"The pressure of the third-rank Confucian and Taoist firewood-carrying realm."
Dad looked at Zeng Anmin calmly, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After saying this, he slowly put away his Dharma image.
"And then? Is this related to Yu Haoran's righteousness method?"
Zeng Anmin looked at his father expectantly.
"No."
Dad shook his head: "Just to give you a feel."
…
Zeng Anmin felt that he could no longer suppress the urge to curse.
But unfortunately, the person sitting opposite me was my dad.
We cannot let people laugh at our filial piety.
"Do you know why the righteous energy only has an impact on the human race after reaching the sixth rank?"
The corners of Dad's mouth slowly curled up, and he looked at Zeng Anmin and asked.
Zeng Anmin looked up at his father with doubt in his eyes.
Dad looked into the distance, then lowered his head and smiled:
"Confucianism and Taoism were created by Confucian sages specifically to combat the demonic spirits and otherworldly practices of the demon race. It is the most perfect system since the birth of the human race."
Well.
Come on.
People from every system will say that their system is the most perfect.
Although Zeng Anmin was complaining in his heart, he still looked serious on the surface.
"It is because of Confucianism that the human race was able to survive the fierce attacks of the demon race and launch a counterattack."
Dad slowly raised his head, his eyes flickering with admiration and remembrance.
"The Confucian sages were able to understand the Way of Heaven, burning their blood and essence in exchange for a chance of enlightenment."
"It was this sudden realization that gave the human race the Confucian way."
"It's just that the demon race is a remnant of ancient times, and they are blessed with unique advantages. Even though the human race at that time had passed down the martial arts, they were no match for the demon race at the same level."
Dad sighed, "So even the Confucian sages can only give up more of their other powers during their enlightenment to strengthen their control over the evil spirits of the demon race."
"This is also why the righteous spirit of Confucianism and Taoism has little impact on the human race at the lower and middle third ranks."
Zeng Anmin nodded thoughtfully.
Then he frowned and looked at his father and said, "But Dad, aren't you at the upper third level? Back in Liangjiang County..."
“The choices are different.”
Dad didn't wait for Zeng Anmin to finish his words, he said lightly:
"The fourth-rank Confucianists are called great Confucians, and are also called great inquiries by us Confucianists and Taoists."
"It's a matter of asking your conscience, but more accurately, it's a matter of making a choice."
There was an inexplicable flicker in the old man's eyes: "What I have chosen is the ultimate restraint against the demon race."
"So, you are just like the Confucian sages of the past, harboring a heroic heart to save the world?!"
Zeng Anmin looked admiring.
I heard what my eldest son said.
The corners of Dad's mouth curled up unconsciously, his hand slowly stroked his beard, and his eyes became smiling.
Then his expression turned extremely serious and he looked towards Zeng Anmin:
“But when you are most self-disciplined, do not try to be a father.”
Zeng Anmin frowned and asked, "Why?"
"Too tired."
The old man waved his hand somewhat listlessly without explaining anything. He just looked at Zeng Anmin more seriously and said:
"Remember, after you have thoroughly examined your conscience, choose the path of checks and balances."
"Hmm..."
Zeng Anmin didn't understand why his father was so serious.
But he still suppressed his doubts and secretly kept this matter in mind.
"Now, your father will tell you about the fifth-grade Confucian and Taoist Qi control method."
When Dad heard Zeng Anmin agreed, his expression improved slightly.
He looked at Zeng Anmin very seriously and said:
"At the sixth level, only one skill, 'Examining the Heart,' can interfere with a person's mind."
"But when you reach the fifth level, you can condense your Dharma image and gain more offensive methods."
"And all these offensive methods are inseparable from one thing."
After hearing this, Zeng Anmin nodded thoughtfully and asked with narrowed eyes:
"Comprehend one of the six arts of a gentleman?"
"Yes."
"Each of the six arts of a gentleman has a different method of attack."
Dad looked ahead and said, "Back in Liangjiang County, Qin Shoucheng summoned his Dharma image, suppressed the fish demon, and revealed the word 'Zhen' from the Dao of 'Book'."
"Take the art of calligraphy as an example. Besides the ability to subdue demons with condensed characters, there's also the ability to nourish the spirit with characters. The reason the fifth rank is called the Small Questioning Heart is because each of these six arts has different branches of attack and attack behind it."
Dad tried to be as detailed as possible.
Zeng Anmin also listened very carefully.
"Let me give you a simple example."
Dad stretched out his hand and moved his mind slightly.
A green jade scepter emitting a powerful aura appeared at his fingertips.
This jade scepter also represents that the six arts that my father practiced is "control".
(End of this chapter)
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