Chapter 929: "Swinging Words"
Mo Cheng didn't say a word along the way. He kept his head down and no one knew what he was thinking about. Others just thought that Mo Cheng was thinking about some profound theory and didn't dare to disturb him.
But from time to time, she would still look at Mo Cheng, and there was always an unspeakable meaning in her eyes.
It seemed that he had finished thinking , or maybe the gazes from others were too intense, Mo Cheng raised his head and asked curiously, "Why are you looking at me?"
Shen Xueqi did not try to hide it too much and asked directly, "Mo Cheng, have you completed the three religions together? Are there any conflicts?"
For Shen Xueqi and others, let alone practicing three religions at the same time, even practicing two religions simultaneously would face an issue that they absolutely could not avoid: the conflict of doctrines.
There will be conflicts among the theories of each faction. Even branches of the same major system may have conflicts. For example, in Confucianism, Dong Zhongshu's "Theory of Great Unification" and "Song and Ming Neo-Confucianism" are not to say that they are poles apart, but at least they are very different.
This is true for all doctrines belonging to Confucianism, not to mention Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, which have completely different origins.
If one practices cultivation rashly, one may go astray if he is lucky, and the conflict of doctrines may take root in his mind and be unable to resolve it. He may even be split into three different doctrines and personalities, spending the rest of his life surrounded by self-criticism, going mad and in a constant state of panic.
If you are unlucky, there will be a direct conflict between the three religions, and after a BOOM, they will be everywhere.
The last one who tried to integrate the various schools of thought and failed, and the most famous one, was called the [Demon Emperor].
Moreover, his tomb also appeared in the [Nanli Daoyu].
Mo Cheng shook his head. "It's not perfect, but there's no conflict."
My own martial arts skills have not yet reached their peak, so they are not perfect.
As for conflicts, there really isn't any. At least my own mental martial arts can still run. As long as I don't change the composition of my mental martial arts at will, I don't need to worry about conflicts.
Don't modify programs that can run, so that no unknown bugs will occur.
Hearing this, Shen Xueqi felt a little relieved. It didn't matter whether the three religions could achieve perfection or not, as long as there was no conflict.
After all, the last guy who brought together multiple schools of thought and caused a conflict was not only crazy, but also caused a huge bloodbath.
"Gentleman, your Taoist lineage is good at controlling thunder, and your Buddhist lineage is the Dharma of the King of Light. Both are the top magical powers of Buddhism. So what kind of magical power does Confucianism uphold?"
Confucian magical power...
Mo Cheng was silent for a moment, and at the same time, he quickly thought in his mind about what abilities of his own could be related to Confucian magical powers and also to the Jixia Academy.
After all, Mo Cheng couldn't possibly tell Tushan Yi that the core of his own Confucian theory is "The bones of nobles will be trampled on the streets of heaven, and the inner treasury will be burned to ashes". This is something that cannot be said. If you say it, you basically have no chance of developing in Confucianism and the court.
Although Mo Cheng doesn't plan to develop in that direction.
After thinking for a while, Mo Cheng slowly replied: "My Confucian supernatural power is called: force."
Tu Shanyi's foxy face was full of confusion, and he blinked his eyes, "Li?"
"Power, power of power!"
"The Master said: Now that it has come, let us make peace with it. What is the solution?"
The words of the great sage and teacher of Confucianism in "The Analects of Confucius" are basically the introductory and even enlightenment homework for Confucian disciples. For Tushan Yi, explaining the words in it is simply like asking a college student what one plus one equals.
"Now that we have recruited them, we must settle them down."
Mo Cheng shook his head, "My explanation is: since you are here, just bury him here."
"When you see a virtuous person, you want to emulate him. Why?"
“This…when I see someone with virtue and talent, I learn from him, hoping to be on par with him.”
Mo Cheng shook his head again, "My understanding is that when the Master saw his seventy-two disciples, he recalled the experience of beating up the King of Qi."
"The Great Sage did scold the King of Qi, but I have never heard of him beating the King of Qi." Tushan Yi was denied twice in a row and felt a little unconfident. He muttered to himself, "Could there be some mistakes in the Analects?"
"Is there a possibility that the Analects was compiled by Confucius' disciples, who used some of the style of the Spring and Autumn Annals to avoid mentioning the name of Confucius?"
Mo Cheng counted on his fingers and listed the established facts that everyone recognized to Tu Shanyi one by one, "Look. The Master is nine feet and seven inches tall, a big man. The Zhuangzi records that the Master is strong enough to block the gate. The Huainanzi records that the Master is wiser than Chang Hong, braver than Meng Ben, and can step on a cunning rabbit and force the city gate."
"During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, rituals and music were in disarray, thieves and bandits arose, and the wilds were full of man-eating monsters and beasts. Then the Master took a group of students to travel around to study, and he didn't miss a single student, and the kings of various countries had to warmly entertain him."
Mo Cheng smiled, "In an era of declining rituals and music, the Master who made people respect Zhou rituals again was entertained by the princes who no longer respected the Zhou emperor. And the Master was allowed to give lectures everywhere to damage the reputation of those who did not respect Zhou rituals. Why do you think that is?"
Tu Shan swallowed his saliva and made his last struggle, "But... maybe the great sage master won people over with virtue and left with noble morals..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted , "Is it possible? Is there a possibility..."
Mo Cheng leaned his face in front of Tu Shanyi and said word by word, "The sword on the master's waist is called [Virtue]? The master is using [Virtue] to win people over."
After saying that, Mo Cheng pulled his face away and explained, "This is my Confucian magical power: strength. Many academies learn the Master's [ritual], and I learn the Master's [strength]."
“At thirty, one is established; at forty, one is free from doubts; at fifty, one knows the will of heaven; at sixty, one’s ears are obedient; at seventy, one can follow one’s heart’s desire without breaking the rules.”
"I need thirty people to stand up and fight. I won't hesitate at all when I fight forty people. I will beat fifty people so hard that they think they have met their destiny and are sent by God. I will hear their pleas for mercy when sixty people challenge me. I will kill seventy people at will."
Tu Shan Yi was lost in deep thought, and Mo Cheng ignored him. After a lot of nonsense, he finally managed to get around the problem. Of course, it was not a big deal. At most, the other students were learning "The Analects of Confucius", but Mo Cheng was expressing "Lun Yu".
The same sound on both sides.
Then listen carefully.
Yue Yao, who was listening on the other side, covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing.
But soon, neither Yueyao nor the other people in the team could laugh anymore.
"Oh my , this kind of thing can appear before my eyes. Am I still awake?"
Even Mo Cheng couldn't help but pull his cheeks to see if the pain could sober him up.
Because in the direction the group was moving, a huge bronze city stretched across their path, blocking any way forward.
