In the side hall of Pingyang Mansion, Fei Qian and a guest who came unexpectedly were sitting opposite each other. The reason why Fei Qian put Lina Gu and Yu Fuluo aside first was not because of arrogance or murderous spirit. The reason was that a very special guest suddenly came to him.
The decorations on the table are different from those in the main hall. There is only a bowl of water and nothing else.
It's not that Fei Qian is stingy, but this guest requested it.
This guest was wearing a black ge-shirt, and his skin color was a bit light from being exposed to the sun for a long time. It was almost black, so that when he first saw it, Fei Qian thought he was an African brother. Came to visit...
The hair on the head is fixed with a wooden hairpin, and the Geyi on the body is tied with a hemp rope. In addition, there is a walking stick for walking and a baggage to carry on the body. Apart from these things, there is nothing else. there is none left.
He was as simple as a refugee, and the straw sandals on his feet were almost worn out. If Fei Qian hadn't vaguely remembered that Buddhism didn't have much influence in the Han Dynasty, he would have almost thought that he was an ascetic.
This ascetic-like guest frowned slightly after seeing Fei Qian, but he still nodded as a greeting.
Fei Qian's mind moved, this meeting etiquette...
Under Fei Qian's probing gaze, this guest slowly said: "A certain...name is Mo Jie..." Maybe it was because he had been speaking for a long time, or maybe it was his natural voice, this Mo Jie's His voice was low and hoarse, and he spoke slowly. Every word seemed to burst out from the friction of gold and stone, dry and heavy.
"Mo..." Fei Qian said hesitantly, "But after Mo Gongzhai?" This made Fei Qian a little surprised. Originally, when the personal guard reported the report, he only said that he was from the Mo family, but he didn't expect to directly name him Mo. This means that they are probably descendants of Mo Zhai.
Mo Jie nodded slowly.
My last name is Mo and my last name is Jie, which is a bit interesting.
Jie means outstanding and cruel.
"I don't know... Juzi is here, do you have any advice?" Fei Qian didn't know what to call Mo Jie better. After thinking about it, he decided to call him Juzi. Ju is the ruler, which also represents the identity of the Mo family. The chief can only be called Juzi. Since Mo Jie is a descendant of Mo Zhai, it should not be a big problem to call him Juzi.
"Someone... once visited the Xinshui workshop from a distance... there were many instruments... I thought..." Mo Jie took another look at Fei Qian's clothes and fell silent. Of course, in addition to this reason, Mo Jie came to visit Fei Qian. Qian is still there because Fei Qian built an altar to an unknown hero in Pingyang, which surprised Mo Jie, so he also wanted to come and see it.
However, there were naturally other factors involved in allowing Mo Jie to appear openly in front of Fei Qian.
Fei Qian looked at his clothes subconsciously, oh, I understand.
"I... say goodbye..." After Mo Jie said that, he stood up and was about to leave.
"Jiuzi, stop for a moment!" Fei Qian hurriedly left the table and stepped forward to persuade him to stay. What does it mean to leave without saying a few words just after he arrived, "...Jiuzi doesn't know. I have also read Mohist books, and there are not many."
He's half a descendant..." How could Fei Qian let go so easily after finally seeing a living person?
As expected, Mo Jie was quite interested in this, so he asked: "Whose book is this?"
"I have read...the fragments of Hu Feizi..." Fei Qian said.
Although it is only a fragment, it still counts. Reading an ancient book that has been handed down and is among the banned is a big or small matter. It is like reading The Golden Ping Mei during the severe crackdown in later generations. Being caught at that point is considered unlucky.
But once the limelight passed, it was just that. As for the matter of the Huang family in Jingxiang, Fei Qian didn't know what Mo Jie was going to do this time, so it was hard to say.
Mo Jie was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed: "Hu Feizi... forget it..." The expression on his face conveyed an indescribable emotion.
What does it count?
Fei Qian was a little confused. Wasn't this Hu Fei a disciple of Mo Zhai? How could he start talking about "also counted"?
It seemed that Fei Qian told the reason why he had read Mohist books, which made Mo Jie feel more friendly. Mo Jie sat down again, raised his head slightly, and said with a faint look: "Hu Feizi... once served the ancestors...
…So he is considered half a disciple…”
Hu Fei is only half considered? Mozi didn’t really accept Hu Fei as his disciple in the end?
This is the first time Fei Qian has heard of this.
All right.
"How does Zhonglang feel after reading Hu Fei?" Mo Jie was silent for a moment and then suddenly said.
Fei Qian suddenly felt the sadness that Mo Jie showed in his ordinary life. The Moh family was once a powerful organization in the world, and could even influence the military actions of the princes. It was not a problem to be called the secret emperor, but now
But there were not many left. Even talking about Mohist thought and Mohist books became a luxury.
Farmers in the countryside don't understand, and nobles don't bother to talk. Mo Jie has gone through many ups and downs along the way, but how many of them can sit down and talk?
No wonder Mo Jie came to the workshops when he saw those on the banks of the Xinshui River. He must have been lonely. The thoughts brought about by this journey of wandering had also overwhelmed Mo Jie, and he would give it a try even if he had only a vague hope.
try.
"The fragments of Hu Feizi's chapter don't explain much about Mohism's morality. Most of them describe the theory of the Five Braves..." Fei Qian watched Mo Jie's expectant eyes dimming quickly, feeling a little unbearable in his heart, so he continued, "But... the Mohism
The meaning of it has been heard latently..."
Mo Jie's eyes lit up again and he said, "Zhonglang, please speak."
"Love all, not attack, respect the virtuous, respect the same, be heaven's will, be wise to ghosts, be unfaithful, be unhappy, be burying wisely, use wisely..."
As Fei Qian's words popped out one after another, Mo Jie nodded repeatedly, his eyes showing a joyful look that was beyond words, like a person who eats instant noodles every day and finally saw a sumptuous meal.
"So... Zhonglang... in your opinion... the meaning of the Mohist family... is it... good... or... bad?" Mo Jie continued intermittently, paused several times, and finally finished the whole sentence with difficulty, and then
The tense shoulders tilted slightly downward, as if something had been removed.
good?
not good?
This is the simplest standard, but it is also the most deadly standard.
Fei Qian looked at Mo Jie, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was like a child with an extremely pure heart, and then faced all kinds of indescribable things in society, he was at a loss and had his concepts subverted.
A robber did a good thing and a Buddhist did a bad thing, so who are the bad guys and the good guys? And what standards should be set?
Questions like this have probably been circling in Mo Jie's mind for a long time. Perhaps when he first studied away from home and traveled abroad, he firmly believed that the morality of the Mohist family was good, but why did no one follow the good morality?
So if the morality of the Mohist family is bad, then what is the value and significance of the pain that he has endured for so many years?
Fei Qian couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, what should I say?
Looking through the Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms, Cao Cao was on his deathbed. Although some ministers came forward to advocate... Cao Cao hesitated, but in the end he did not proclaim himself emperor... I don't know if Cao Cao regretted or was relieved when he closed his eyes at the end...
