"White tiger No. 0, the one that can fly?" Jin Yao suddenly remembered that in the bright moon of Qin Shi, those three little white tigers were flying up to the mirage on the mechanism of the white tiger, but he did not expect that he actually saw the No. 0 white tiger in Linzi.
White tiger.
"White Tiger is a masterpiece from my Mo Bian lineage, Suzaku is a masterpiece from Deng Lingzi's lineage, Xuanwu comes from Xianglizi's lineage, and Qinglong is a joint effort of the three lines." Xiangfuzi introduced, pointing to the other two darkrooms,
Each of them hides a machine Suzaku and Xuanwu.
"Where's Qinglong?" What Jin Yao is most curious about is Qinglong, the eldest of the four major beasts of the Mo family, because it has never appeared in anime.
"You don't want to see Qinglong!" Xiangfuzi said calmly, and brought Jin Yao to the former Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.
"What will happen if you see it?" Jin Yao asked more curiously.
"It's nothing. You should pay more attention in the next life and hope that you don't see it again!" Mr. Xiang stroked his white beard, and then inserted the trap hand into the hole next to a stone door.
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"Kakaka~" There was a sound of machine gears turning, and then the stone door slowly opened upwards, revealing a towering side room.
"With the Mo Bian lineage, only you and I are the masters and disciples left in my hands. Before you come back, the teacher thought that whoever comes back, the Qi Mo lineage will be handed over to whoever comes back." Xiangfu Zila
He walked into the library with Jin Yao's wrist and saluted to the bookshelves in the room.
Jin Yao glanced around, and there were many names marked on the bookshelves, "Light·Shadow", "Yu: Up·Down·Left·Right·Front·Back", "Zero: Ancient·Modern·Later",
"Sky: Sun, Moon, Stars..." The bookshelves on the left are all empty.
On the right side are "Electric Light God Walk", "Ten Steps to Kill", "Yue Nu Sword", "Mozi Sword Technique", "Thunder Hammer", "Spring White Snow", "Darkness", "Poison", "Happiness"...
…still empty.
Right in front are "Mozi", "Jings 1", "Jings 2", "Jingshuo 1", "Jingshuo 2", "Jingyong", "Jingyong", "Feiyue", "FeiGong", "
"Fei Ming", "Fei Confucianism", "Poetic Justice", "Bei Wei"... Fortunately, they are all on this bookshelf.
It’s just that Jin Yao is a little confused. The only ten principles of Mohist scriptures in his memory are two sections, two shangs, three nons, Minggui, Tianzhi, and universal love. He has never heard of non-Confucianism, Beiwei, and justice.
When the stone door into the Sutra Pavilion was closed, bookshelves appeared one after another. They were also complete, including "New Preface", "Zi Zi", "Yan Zi Chun Qiu", "Guan Zi", "Shang Jun Shu", "Shen Zi",
"Shenzi" and other works by hundreds of scholars.
Jin Yao also guessed the placement of these bookshelves. The left side is the Mohist's organ skills and epistemology, the right side is the Mohist martial arts, the front is the Mohist classics, and the back is the Mohist collection of scholars from hundreds of schools of thought.
Withdrawing his gaze, Jin Yao was shocked for the first time by the foundation of the Mo family. How glorious the Mo Bian sect would be when it was in its heyday. It was already remarkable that aristocratic families in this era could have a few volumes of scriptures passed down to their families. Looking at it,
The Mo family's scripture collection pavilion contains at least more than 3,000 books, not to mention one hundred thousand. This shows how powerful Mo Bian was back then.
Thinking back to what Mr. Xiang said, when Mo Bian's faction was passed to them, he and Mr. Xiang were the only ones left. The changes in the world were terrible.
"The martial arts and scriptures passed down to you are actually abridged, and there is no core of the Mohist school. These are the real core of the Mohist school!" Mr. Xiang walked to the bookshelf in front of him, took down a volume of ancient books and handed them to him.
It's in Jin Yao's hands.
Jin Yao took a closer look at "Jie Yong·Part 1", opened it and looked carefully, only to find that he knew many of them, and they had learned them over the years, but there were differences. There were many more sentences in this book.
, many words, and these words and sentences are the key. No wonder when he first learned it, he always felt that it lacked the core and was very scattered. It turned out that the key words were hidden.
"Do you know why a hundred schools of thought are a hundred schools of thought?" Master Xiang did not interrupt Jin Yao while he was reading the scriptures, watching silently, and then asked.
Jin Yao closed the scroll and shook his head. He knew about hundreds of schools of thought, but he only knew about hundreds of schools of thought. He didn't know exactly how to form a family, let alone what the standards and thresholds were for forming a family.
"Hundreds of schools, each has its own core meaning of scriptures, and at least one scripture as a foundation. But it is so difficult to write a single scripture. Even the Mohist school only has one scripture named "Mo Jing"." Xiangfuzi sighed.
Although the Central Plains is known as civilization, there are very few that can be truly defined as classics. So far, there are only the Taoist "De Dao Jing", the "Book of Changes" written by the Zhou Dynasty, the "Book of Songs" collected by Confucians in the royal family of various countries, and the Confucianists themselves.
There are only a few compiled "The Classic of Filial Piety" and the "Mo Jing" of the Mohists.
"How are scriptures defined?" Jin Yao was very curious. The ancients seemed to have a very strict definition of scriptures, and it was not as simple as later generations' evaluation. They casually classified a book as a scripture, especially when Buddhism was introduced.
After the Central Plains, the word sutra became overused, and there were too many "Diamond Sutra" and "Yan Hua Sutra".
"When it comes to classics, we have to start with the units of measurement. Do you know how many units of measurement we have?" Master Xiang asked rhetorically.
"Ten hundreds of millions, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, billions, billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions, trillions..." Jin Yao said without thinking, the number above trillions is too big, reaching gigabits
Above, he remembered that it was G in the West, but he didn’t know the explanation of G.
"Wanwan is called Zhao, Zhao Zhao is called Jing, Jingjing is called Gai, Gaigai is called Zi, Zi Zi is called Rang, Rang Rang is called Gou, Gou Gou is called Jian, Jian Jian is called Zheng, Zheng Zheng is called Zai, and Zai Zai is called Ji.
, and after the extreme is infinity, so it is called Wuji!" Xiang Fuzi helped Jin Yao add the measurement unit after the trillion.
"So, Jing is equal to Jing?" Jin Yao somewhat understood, but still didn't quite understand.
"Well, the classics are the same as the capital. Each classic represents the ultimate of a dharma. It can be derived from countless schools of thought and books, so it is called a classic. Each classic is infinitely vast, so there is white.
It is said before the first volume of the Sutra, because even if a person learns it from a young age, he cannot learn the whole Sutra!" Xiangfuzi nodded and continued to explain.
Jin Yao was really shocked. It was said that the ancients were very particular about the use of words and very precise. But now it seems that they are so precise that they can be pointed out, whether it is the Tao Te Ching, the Book of Songs, the Book of Changes or the Mo Jing.
", "The Classic of Filial Piety" all represent an existence that can be derived into infinity.
The real name of "Tao Te Ching" is the sum of virtues and virtues. "The Book of Songs" is the originator of poetry, songs, music, prose, and legendary novels. "The Book of Changes" is just as terrifying. It is said that everything is easy, but not easy. "Mo"
Sutra is one of the three major philosophical schools in ancient times, the origin of science, and epistemology.