From midnight to dawn, Dong Zhongshu talked for two hours.
Although Zhang Xuezhou is good at memorizing, he also feels that there is too much content in Confucianism.
This is not because Zhang Xuezhou cannot remember the relevant content, but because Zhang Xuezhou feels that the content of Confucian practice is hidden here and there, and too much useless content is added.
But if Zhang Xuezhou was asked to say which paragraph was useless, he couldn't tell.
Haoran Zhengqi Jue is consistent with the "righteousness of heaven and earth" mentioned by Dong Zhongshu, but most of what Dong Zhongshu described made Zhang Xuezhou feel that there was a sense of incompatibility, and only a small part may be related to it.
"No more, no more, just six kinds of scriptures," Dong Zhongshu said with a smile.
"I feel that there are a lot of complicated contents in the scriptures you describe that can be eliminated. Why don't you remove these contents?" Zhang Xuezhou asked: "This will at least make it easier for people to study."
"You noticed it the first time you heard it?" Dong Zhongshu said in astonishment.
"I can feel it, but I can't be completely sure," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"I can't be sure," Dong Zhongshu said.
"You're not sure either?"
Zhang Xuezhou's expression was slightly astonished. He didn't understand why Confucianism complicated simple practice. Tens of thousands of words were just a part of it. To learn it all, there would be at least a hundred thousand or more words.
This is simply bad news for some students with poor memory.
But Dong Zhongshu was unable to eliminate useless content, which made Zhang Xuezhou stunned. He did not expect that Dong Zhongshu was not able to eliminate relevant content.
"It is said that the initial practice of Confucianism was simple and clear, but in order to prevent other schools from stealing it, it became a little more complicated." Dong Zhongshu said: "There is also a theory that the content of the practice was disrupted to avoid Emperor Qin's burning of books."
"But how can we practice if the content is messed up?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.
"This is the beauty of our Confucian practice," Dong Zhongshu said with a smile: "Those who are familiar with these six scriptures will eventually understand the Tao naturally and will not care about the confusion of the content in the scriptures, or even remember a certain chapter or paragraph.
It’s not a problem.”
"magic!"
Zhang Xuezhou gave a thumbs up.
Zhang Xuezhou was amazed by the ability of Confucianism to learn general knowledge, and the chaotic inheritance of this secret book of cultivation amazed Zhang Xuezhou even more.
But to be able to understand oneself amidst the chaos of secret books, Zhang Xuezhou felt that this was almost an inhuman school of thought.
For most schools, everyone wants their secret scriptures to be as complete as possible. They are afraid that a wrong word or a confusing word will lead to a different meaning. However, Confucianism is completely the opposite.
"If you want to put it bluntly, it's just one thing." Dong Zhongshu said with a smile: "The sound of reciting can induce the vibration of the acupoints in the body. Each syllable will bring the meaning of the operation of the acupoints. When this situation lasts for a long time, it will naturally form
The operation of the acupoints will lead to entry or produce other powers. In this world, we are not the only Confucian school. There are other schools that have similar knowledge, but they are not as thorough as our Confucian school."
"Why does it feel a bit like cryptography?"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about it for a while, but he quickly put his mind down.
He can practice step by step using the first step, second step and third step. Zhang Xuezhou doesn't care about practicing with his mouth.
After all, his most outstanding qualification is in rote memorization. If he wants to use it to learn Confucianism, which requires a lot of memorization and recitation, Zhang Xuezhou feels that Confucianism has found the right person.
In addition to being a little unsure about his own understanding, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he is very suitable for Confucian practice.
He can recite, and he can also chatter.
This is something that can be done when you are bored, so Zhang Xuezhou feels that he has no problem.
What's more, the effects brought by Haoran's Zhengqi Jue are real.
After leaving the Heavenly Court, Zhang Xuezhou had no green carp to eat, so the effects brought by Haoran's Righteous Qi Jue can be said to be of endless benefit.
Zhang Xuezhou was extremely envious when he heard Dong Zhongshu mention that he could recover his mana while casting spells. If the output of spells was small, his mana would almost never be exhausted.
"Other schools of thought don't learn from your Confucian school. This is simply a bad idea!"
Zhang Xuezhou muttered.
When he saw it was getting brighter, he talked to Dong Zhongshu and then got out of the opened door of the county governor's mansion.
"The brains of other schools of thought are not broken..."
Dong Zhongshu looked at Zhang Xuezhou's unconventional way of walking and shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Zhang Xuezhou's statement.
Even if people from other schools are willing to put aside their scholastic views, it is not that easy to enter the Confucian school.
This is a shift from one mode of practice to another, and few people can adapt to it as easily as Zhang Xuezhou.
It is even rarer to be able to comprehend as quickly as Zhang Xuezhou and possess the ability to remember what he has heard.
"No wonder Zhao Bugui likes you!"
Fu Bugui is not very strong, but the opponent is at least the leader of a large school and has half of the inheritance of the Yin Yang family. When choosing a successor, he must meet the requirements even if he is hungry and thirsty.
Dong Zhongshu looked at Zhang Xuezhou and felt satisfied no matter what he looked at.
He felt that it was difficult for him to find fault with Zhang Xuezhou at the moment.
“Absolutely perfect!”
Dong Zhongshu sincerely admired him. The closer he got to Zhang Xuezhou, the more advantages he discovered and the more he liked Zhang Xuezhou.
But his admiration did not last long.
At almost noon, Zhang Xuezhou ran back to the county governor's house with a gloomy look on his face.
"Master Dong, do you have any way to make a lot of money?"
A serving of Bigu Powder ingredients is roughly equivalent to the money needed to buy about 80 kilograms of pork.
The price of this kind of material is quite expensive both in this world and in reality, and coupled with Zhang Xuezhou's failure rate in refining Bigu Powder, the cost of Bigu Powder will be even higher.
Before he returns to the real world, he needs to take at least one serving of Bigu Powder for three days, and even after he wakes up, he needs to take Bigu Powder to stay alive because of hunger.
This caused Zhang Xuezhou to be short of money at the moment.
Only with enough money can he order a sufficient amount of medicinal materials to refine Bigu Powder.
How long his current state lasts, how many days of Bigu Powder Zhang Xuezhou needs to prepare.
If there is not enough Bigu Powder on a certain day, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he is more likely to have an accident.
He has been struggling to keep his life since his debut. Zhang Xuezhou deeply understands this and has made preparations in advance as much as possible.
But Zhang Xuezhou must say that money is not easy to make.
There is a reason why his father Zhang Zhong cannot survive in the city.
Even if he shamelessly lives in the Sheriff's Mansion and gets free meals, it is still difficult to get money.
In Shujun City, there are not many ways to get money into your account.
One is the street vendors, selling meat, cloth, salt, and grain are the mainstream ones, which involve food and clothing, and are everyone's basic needs.
One is a drugstore. Drinking some medicinal soup when you have some physical problems is something you can't avoid.
One is the blacksmith's shop, which requires farm tools, armor and other items that are indispensable and must be purchased.
Apart from this, there are almost no other businesses in Shu County that generate money.
Zhang Xuezhou wandered around all morning and found no business he could join. If he was asked to work at the pig-killing stall, the money given to him would not be enough to buy medicinal materials.
If Zhang Xuezhou were to go up the mountain to collect herbs, this kind of thing would be impossible.
Firstly, there are many types of medicinal materials. Secondly, it takes a long time to collect the medicinal materials due to the high mountains and dangerous roads. Thirdly, the medicinal materials also need cleaning, drying and other processes. This is not something he can easily do on his own.
Zhang Xuezhou could only choose to purchase medicinal materials, which also gave him more financial needs.
But it is very difficult to meet this demand.
At least Zhang Xuezhou didn't find any way to earn enough money at the moment.
Seeing Dong Zhongshu holding a scroll and reading, Zhang Xuezhou immediately called for help.
"Earn a lot of money? A monk can always lead a carriage and sell pulp like a peddler and a pawn." Dong Zhongshu said: "You need to study, and you must study hard. This is what a monk with high moral character should do!"
A man with the appearance of a great Confucian actually degenerated into thinking about making big money. Dong Zhongshu felt that Zhang Xuezhou had gone astray.