Montenegro Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-two Ending the future, entering the red dust and being muddy. The fire is extinguished, and the sky is full of joy.
Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-two Ending the future, entering the red dust and being muddy. The fire is extinguished, and the sky is full of joy.
The sky in the winter night is pitch black, without stars or moon. Only the cold north wind is left to rage across the sky and the earth. It whizzes past, making a sound like howling like ghosts and wolves, causing all living creatures on the earth to wither and shrink.
Hide in the cozy nest you created to rest, so as not to be swallowed up by the incomparable darkness. Even the qigong practitioners who live in seclusion in the wilderness and have great magical powers are not willing to come out to suffer in such weather at night. After all, although their bodies are strong, they have endured
You will also feel uncomfortable in severe cold.
But there are exceptions to everything. The areas south of the Yangtze River in the Suzhou-Hangzhou area, especially Jinling, the golden ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, where the Yangtze River, Yangtze River and other dragons flow into the sea, including the nearby towns, are full of singing and dancing, red lights and feasting, and stars.
Dots, songs and laughter embellish the winter night with a bit of life and color.
Wang Xianren flew over Jinling at Shenshi. Looking at the lights of thousands of houses below, he never felt happy at all. Instead, he felt deep sorrow and disappointment in his heart.
In the battle at Guanyin Cave in Yandang Mountain, although he was able to escape, his confidence was completely destroyed by Wang Zhong's ruthless and invincible methods, unpredictable and weird mystical skills. He originally thought that he had refined Dayu's ribs and used a trick.
After surviving three heavenly tribulations and entering the realm of unity between man and nature, his magic power has reached its peak, and he can at least compete with Wang Zhong. Perhaps relying on the six magical powers Xuanyang to restrain Xuanyin, he is even better.
How could I have known that it would be defeated so miserably.
The three masters, Huang Daozhou, Liu Zongzhou, and Liu Yunsheng, gathered together and joined forces with themselves, but they were still defeated. Three were injured and one was captured. If he hadn't gone all out at the last moment, he might have been captured in humiliation like Liu Yunsheng.
The burning pain in the internal organs was caused by the "Gathering of Seven Stars" and "Beidou Shenglong" moves when fighting against the "Fire Dance in the Sun". Xuantian Beidou Zhenwu Yuanshen was injured by the poisonous flames of Taihuo.
Because the incarnation of Taiji was withdrawn at that time, the residual fire poison evil energy came back with the incarnation, hurting the physical body. At this time, five meridians in Wang Xianren's body had been injured by the fire poison, and as the fire poison spread with the vitality, there were also
The snowball was getting bigger and bigger. Such a situation had to force him to stop flying and use the invisibility technique to fall to the ground to seek healing. He first used the power of the Xuanwu star to force the fire poison out of the body.
Wang Xianren first used the Xuantian Beidou to reverse the chaos of Yin and Yang, so that when he was thinking about things related to Wang Zhong, he would not be sensed by Wang Zhong. Wang Xianren had never underestimated Wang Zhong, and he had never held back when he was chasing Wang Zhong.
, Wang Zhong is growing day by day, and he is quite frightened. It is this variable that makes him no longer able to grasp the progress of destiny, and also makes some of his plans come to nothing.
"Fortunately, Wang Zhengnan is about to grow up. He has to wait ten years, not only three years, but he will be able to grow up. As long as there is time, everything will not be a problem. This child's enlightenment is simply unprecedented, and his potential is also
Unfathomable, he can be traced to Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng. He also knows the etiquette and law, practices the essence of Confucianism and Taoism, and inherits my own sect. His future achievements will be comparable to those of Zhu Cheng, even if they are not as good as those of Confucius and Mencius. When the time comes to conquer the South and destroy relatives, he will be the same.
A happy thing."
Wang Xianren thought of Wang Zhengnan from Wang Zhong. Now, although this child is only three or four years old, his meridians have been dredged by Wang Xianren, together with Huang Daozhou and Liu Zongzhou, and his spiritual intelligence is no different from that of an adult. Every day, the elixir is used to cut hair.
Cleansing the marrow and greatly improving the skills. On Mount Wudang, Huang Zongxi and Gu Yanwu are studying the Four Books and Five Classics, the Six Arts, and refining qi to preserve the spirit. The progress of the three of them is rapid and unparalleled. It seems that the young masters of the future Confucian sect have already shown their embryonic form.
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When he arrived in the city, Wang Xianren found a nice and quiet inn, paid a few taels of silver to ask the innkeeper not to disturb him, and then used the Zhenwudang magic map to lay out forbidden methods to prevent the invasion of external demons while practicing martial arts and refining poison. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door.
Door sound.
"Who's knocking on the door?" Wang Xianren's heart tightened. He had already looked through the closed door and saw a middle-aged man in robes standing at the door. "Fan Wencheng has met Senior Wang. Would you like to see him?"
"Fan Wencheng?" Wang Xianren pondered for a moment and then remembered that this man was the most famous counselor under Nurhachi in Manchuria and a descendant of the great Confucian Fan Zhongyan. "His morals are not worth mentioning. How could he know that I am here and come to visit him so quickly?
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Wang Xianren thought about it and understood in his heart. He did not open the door, but sneered: "It turns out that Yan Shenggong came here, but why did he get involved with the Manchu Tatars? Now that the Ming Dynasty is at war with the Tatars, you are still the Yan Sheng of the imperial court.
Sir, I am Duke Xuan Sheng of the imperial court. Why, could it be that Duke Yan Sheng has defected to the enemy and treason, but he has come to win over me?"
"Haha, haha, Duke Xuansheng has indeed inherited his father's majesty, and his magical power is no less powerful than that of Brother Shouren back then." Crunch! The door suddenly opened without any wind, and there were two people at the door instead of one person.
It's Kong Lingqi and Fan Wencheng.
Wang Xianren sat still, his eyes coldly staring at the door, and his whole body was relaxed. In fact, he was on guard for his true energy, "It is better for Di Yi to have a king than for China to have none. These are the words of Saint Kong. Could it be that Duke Yan has forgotten it?"
Are you going to follow the way of heaven and help the Manchu Tatars destroy our Han orthodoxy? Back then, my father made a covenant with Yan Sheng to fight against the old monster of Montenegro. Later, news of his death came out. I thought he had become an immortal, but I didn’t expect that he is still here today.
The human world is truly strange."
"Xianren! I'm here today not for my own selfish gain, but for the life and death of our Confucian sect. You don't have to be sarcastic. Mr. Fan and I are here to discuss this matter with you." Kong Lingqi walked in.
In the house.
"Oh? It's about the life and death of our Confucian sect, you say?" Wang Xianren sneered. "If you want to take advantage of me getting injured in the battle with that monster, I'm afraid it's too early."
When Kong Lingqi heard Wang Xianren say the word "that evildoer", his expression suddenly changed. He let out a secret shout, scattering the following syllables. Then he raised his hand, filled with empty air, swirling around, covering all sides, covering the entire room.
When you get up, you can't get down to the ground or go up to the sky.
After arranging all these in an instant, Kong Lingqi breathed a sigh of relief: "Now that evildoer has cultivated his spiritual skills, you and I must be very careful when mentioning him, otherwise he will be sensed immediately and it will be difficult to deal with it."
"Qianyuan Tiangang is righteous. It seems that Duke Yan Sheng's cultivation has already reached the realm of unity between heaven and man. Haha, is it possible that Duke is also afraid of that evildoer?" Wang Xianren looked at Kong Lingqi and Fan Wencheng coldly.
Kong Lingqi sighed and ignored the sarcasm in Wang Xianren's tone: "The last time that monster broke into Dayu Island, the changes in Xuan Gong he performed were shocking. It's not that I'm afraid of him, but there's no need to do anything with him now.
A pointless confrontation."
"Brother Wang, let's put aside the past grievances and the divisions in schools. Whether it is Zhu Cheng's Neo-Confucianism, Yangming Gong's psychology, or others, they all follow the great way of our ancestors, Confucius and Mencius.
It cannot be separated from it, it will always be the word 'Confucian', don't you think so?"
Wang Xianren felt relieved when he saw Kong Lingqi calling him Brother Wang. This Kong Lingqi was a member of Wang Yangming's generation. Compared with him, he was still Wang Xianren's elder. However, because of their different schools, they not only had no contact with each other, but also had deep hostility.
Today, Confucianism is largely divided into two sects: Neo-Confucianism and Xinxue, while Confucius is a family of its own, aloof from others, and disdains both. However, in today's world, Neo-Confucianism is authentic, and the Four Books and Five Classics in the scientific examinations are all
Based on Zhu Xi's annotations, almost all academies in the world taught Neo-Confucianism. And Neo-Confucianism was also divided into many factions, each of which attacked each other, resulting in numerous factions in the DPRK and China.
Confucianism is the most important thing about etiquette. Wang Xianren still couldn't bear to be called Kong Lingqi. With a smile on his face, he waved his hand and said, "Please sit down, both of you."
"Xuansheng Guogong is the current master, so Fan no longer cares about right and left. Let's open the skylight and speak openly." Fan Wencheng held up his hands, his eyes were shining, and his expression was extremely solemn. Then he stood up and looked towards
Outside the window: "What does the Duke think of the prosperity in Jiangnan?"
Wang Xianren originally heard that Fan Wencheng was going to talk about important matters related to the rise and fall of the Confucian sect, but when he saw that the other party was talking about the prosperity of Jiangnan, he couldn't figure it out for a while, but he was a very well-educated and patient person, and he was not irritable in his heart, and his tone was
He replied calmly: "The climate in the south of the Yangtze River is mild, the weather is smooth, the fish and rice are plentiful, and the people have no worries about food and clothing. It is naturally more prosperous than other places."
"The Duke of the State is right." Fan Wencheng then asked: "People all over the world have been farming and studying for generations. But from the perspective of the Duke, how is the culture of farming and studying among the people in the south of the Yangtze River different from that of other places?"
"Huh?!" Wang Xianren frowned.
Fan Wencheng continued: "Master, please listen to me. Most of the people in the south of the Yangtze River are merchants, and merchants run various workshops and hire workers. Among the four industries of scholarship, agriculture, industry and commerce, those engaged in both industry and commerce
The common people are clearly outnumbering the scholars and peasants. I conducted a survey thirty years ago, and I can't help but be alarmed. Businessmen pursue profit, and profit is their priority. Benevolence, righteousness, reason, wisdom, and trust can all be abandoned. If this trend spreads,
Come on, won’t all the teachings of our Confucian sect be in vain?”
"This isn't a big deal, is it? Is it unfounded?" Wang Xianren laughed dumbly.
"The Duke's vision is not far-sighted. I thought so at first, but in the past few years, after coming into contact with the Western barbarians, I discovered something shocking. This is already a change in the system, and this system has spread.
, will deal a devastating blow to our Confucian sect. For this reason, last year, I asked Yi Tianyang to use his soul to calculate the future, and Yi Tianyang only said four words."
"Which four words?"
"Capitalism!" Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and said firmly: "The Ming Dynasty now seems to be decadent, but in fact it is brewing. If it can survive for another hundred years, through customs and the integration of China and the West, the civilization of capitalism will
The more it expands, then it will brew into a revolution! By then, even if the prince has all-powerful means, can he change the hearts of the people? The sky is not too high, the people's hearts are the highest. Think about it, everyone is pursuing interests.
, what else can we do? Do we have to kill them all? Even if Confucius and Mencius come down to earth, they will not be able to educate them. A saint can prepare for a rainy day for five hundred years, so does the Duke really think that what I say is unfounded worry? "
"Since the Han Dynasty, which dynasty has not respected Confucianism? What does it matter if the dynasty changes? If the Duke of the country is bent on helping the Ming Dynasty, it will only harm our Confucian sect. If the skin is gone, how will the Mao generals be attached? Is it possible to ignore the destiny?
Talk about it, we Confucian people should also help the Manchus, trample this deformed civilization with barbarism, and strangle the buds of capitalism in its infancy."
"The Manchus took over the Central Plains, so the top is in line with the destiny of heaven, and the bottom is in line with the people's hearts. The Confucian heart is the people's heart. Compared with the life and death of our Confucian sect, what is the difference between the Han Tatars? Could it be that the Duke of the country doesn't think so?"
After a long time, Wang Xianren's eyes seemed to see the future, and he let out a long breath, "The saint has planned for five hundred years for a rainy day. What you said is not unreasonable. It's just that the great Ming Dynasty has not been exhausted, and I am a descendant of the Han family. If it is really destroyed.
, it’s really sad.”
"Although Han tradition has been destroyed, Confucianism is still there! Benevolence and righteousness are still there! Confucianism is like spirit and spirit, and Han tradition is just a body. What is the difference between Han tradition without Confucianism and a walking corpse?" Fan Wencheng said: "The spirit of the Ming Dynasty has not been exhausted.
However, I’m afraid it’s not advisable for the Duke of the country to abandon the fundamentals and pursue the inferiors.”
"Although destiny is destined, the sky is unpredictable. Now that the monster is interfering, the situation has changed a lot, and the future will no longer be smooth sailing. Xianren, you still have to make up your mind." Kong Lingqi said,
"Our Confucian sect is fighting within itself, and the ultimate goal is to educate the world with benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and law. We must remember not to abandon the fundamental and pursue the inferior, which will lead to the loss of the foundation of Han unification."
Wang Xianren said: "You want me to support Manchuria? I have to think carefully about this matter."
Kong Lingqi said: "Xianren is a great master of the generation, and he must understand the general trend. I won't bother you much, and I will leave here."
After saying that, the two flew away, leaving Wang Xianren alone in deep contemplation.
"What Fan Wencheng said is indeed to prepare for a rainy day. Some people in the Donglin Party have also issued memorials one after another to emphasize agriculture and suppress business. However, Jiangnan is the basis of taxation. If the big business owners are lost, how much farmland tax revenue will there be? It is absolutely impossible to have an empty national treasury.
In the future, I am afraid that we will have to rely too much on merchants for taxation. This is really dangerous. The sky is not as high as the people's hearts. Is it really the only way to kill the buds by using the barbarism of the Tatars? I will go back to Beijing to discuss this matter with my descendants.
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Wang Xianren spent two hours sitting quietly, forcing all the fire poison out of his body, and then got up that night and flew towards the Xuansheng Duke's Mansion in the capital.
At dawn the next day, Wang Xianren had arrived at the Duke's Mansion and met the Crown Prince Zhu Changluo.
It turned out that on this day, Zhu Changluo held a banquet for the two largest merchants in Jiangnan, Feng and Tang.
"The Duke of Xuan Sheng actually came from Wudang Mountain to set up a Dharma frame, which is beyond my imagination. It just so happens that I am hosting a banquet at your place today, and the Duke deserves to be the chief!"
Wang Xianren's son Wang Yueyang, his nephew Wang Huazhen, and his brother Wang Xiangqian and others were surprised when they saw Wang Xianren's sudden arrival and came forward to pay their respects.
Wang Xianren was slightly surprised when he saw that Zhu Changluo was also there. Then he heard that the banquet was being held, but he had an idea in his heart: "Zhu Changluo is a master of the world. The Feng family and the Tang family are the largest merchants in the south of the Yangtze River. It doesn't matter whether they meet or I can."
Try to figure out whether what Fan Wencheng said is alarmist."
"It's an honor for the prince to host a banquet. I came to the capital from Wudang Mountain and just traveled home to have a look. If I happen to meet the banquet, I will naturally obey the orders."
"Xuansheng Gong cultivates both Confucianism and Taoism, and even reaches the realm of earthly immortals. He has the origin of sacred learning. I still want to treat him as a teacher. You really don't have to be polite."
Zhu Changluo has a slender body, with a jade tree facing the wind. He is playing with a Xiang Fei bamboo folding fan pendant from Han jade in his hand. He is wearing a silver silk dress edged with gold thread, and his hair is tied up with a bright yellow silk ribbon. In his graceful and luxurious emperor's demeanor, he also has the air of a gentle and gentle gentleman.
, every small movement is in line with the best Confucian etiquette. Even with the eyes of Wang Xianren, the peerless master, he cannot secretly praise such a person in the Zhu family.
At this moment, the sound of creaking and falling on the snow-laden sedan was heard outside the gate of the Duke's Mansion.
Xuansheng Guogong's Mansion is located not far from Chongwen Gate. It occupies an area of two or three square meters. The entire mansion, together with servants and maids, has no less than two hundred people. The houses are one after another, divided in rows, and divided into four main areas: east, west, north, south and south.
The garden also has a front garden, a back garden, a nine-curved corridor, a training field and many other spacious places. It is difficult for ordinary people to get out after entering.
"It's such a big house." Wang Xiuchu followed Zhang and Tong and got off the sedan. He saw a neat row of servants at the door of the Duke's Mansion, and they laughed without opening their mouths.
Zhang Yanran nodded with a smile: "The Duke's Mansion is second only to the Prince's Mansion, how can it be done without a little bit of style?" Then he looked at the clouds above the mansion, then turned to Tong Ling and said, "There are still experts inside."
After handing over the invitation, the servant at the door led the way. The four of them walked through a long flower hall corridor, and then two more maids led the way.
"Master Zhu is in the main hall, waiting for the two young ladies." Wang Xiuchu looked around while talking, and suddenly heard two maids leading the way at the other end of the flower hall, followed by two young ladies, one noble and elegant, the other petite and exquisite.
He drank drunkenly and beat up two wealthy ladies on the roadside.
"It's true that enemies never meet!" Wang Xiuchu was not in a hurry, and just pretended not to know the two of them.
Entering the living room of the mansion, more than a dozen steaming dishes were placed on the carved garden table. They were dazzling in variety, full of color and aroma, and were all carefully crafted. Wang Xiuchu couldn't help but feel itchy in his throat, and wanted to drink again.
"This is Senior Xuansheng Duke Wang Xianren. It happened that he came here today on Wudang Mountain." Before he sat down at the table, Zhu Changluo looked at the introduction of Tong and Zhang with a smile, then changed his eyes and greeted the two girls of Chaofeng and Tang, and also to Shangguan Zi.
Yan Ye smiled and nodded, and all his movements were natural and unrestrained, making people feel like foam in the spring breeze.
"It turns out that it's Senior Wang, the leader of the Xuantian Shenglong Dao Sect, who is a disciple of the Kongtong Sect." Zhang and Tong said to Wang Xianren, "Bless you."
Wang Xianren nodded without saying anything, but looked directly at Wang Xiuchu.
Wang Xiuchu suddenly felt a chill all over his body. When he looked up, he saw a sharp and cold gaze like ten thousand years of ice staring at him.
"This old bastard has such great skills!" Wang Xiuchu immediately met Wang Xianren's cold gaze without showing any signs of weakness.
"There are no unfaithful and unfilial gods in the world." Wang Xianren withdrew his gaze and said intentionally or unintentionally.
"That's natural. What the sect master said is that all the unfaithful and unfilial gods have become immortals and ascended to heaven. Naturally, there are no such things in the world." When Wang Xiuchu killed his father, he was caught in a hurry, but Wang Zhong swept him away in the demon wind. He knew that Wang Xianren was
Said to him.
He glanced at Feng and Tang from the corner of his eyes, only to find that they didn't seem to know him. Wang Xiuchu secretly wondered: "It's unreasonable for these two women not to know me. It's not simple. They can keep their composure. I should be more careful."