Chapter two hundred and seventy-ninth what the sky says
Milo traveled to and from various academies in Youzhou in his incarnation. Although this greatly shortened the time required, the energy consumption increased sharply. In addition, some monks from hundreds of schools believed that Milo did not respect their own academies.
It is inevitable to make things difficult.
Milo, who knew he was in the wrong, naturally accepted them one by one, and relied on the principles of Tao and Dharma in his hands to win more and lose less. Over time, it aroused the competitiveness of many students, and they challenged Milo one after another.
As the number of challenges increased, Milo obtained more and more information, and the changes in the appearance of the people became more and more satisfactory. He was familiar with the order of hundreds of schools of thought, the deeds of ancient people, and the remarks of sages. But in just a few words, he could get to the core.
The number of failures naturally decreases.
When Mi Luo reached the last academy, thirty-two students from the whole academy came on stage one after another. Except for the six rounds in which Mi Luo mercilessly tied the game, there were only three games left where the genius of the academy could withstand Mi Luo's pressure and maintain the
Just undefeated.
"I remember a few months ago, this Taoist Milo was studying Taoism in the academy. He lost one out of nine games and drew two. Now he has nine draws and twenty-three wins in thirty-two games. He is really talented and far better than ordinary people. Unfortunately,
This person specializes in immortality, and the people in the academy in front of him are just incarnations."
An old Confucian stood outside the academy, watching Milo gather his energy and thoughts, and sighed softly.
A beautiful female Confucian scholar beside him couldn't help but said: "How could he achieve such a level without the favor of the great master?"
When the young Confucian scholar who was traveling with him heard this, he nodded and said, "What the third sister said is true. This Milo is just relying on... eh..."
Before the man finished speaking, the old Confucian next to him raised his hand and hit his head three times with a wooden ruler. The female Confucian next to him also stretched out her palm under his gaze and received the blow three times.
"Has he ever concealed the way of the great master, and has Taoist Milo ever concealed it? You have also learned something from it. Why can't you connect with hundreds of schools of thought and learn from the past and the present like Milo did? It is important to admit that others are better than you.
Is it so difficult?"
After the old Confucian finished speaking, he scolded again: "When you go back, you two will copy "Questioning Virtue" for me a hundred times!"
When the brother and sister heard the words, their expressions changed slightly. "Wende" is a classic written by Hanxia Confucian sages based on the characteristics of Hanxia. It is a required book for Confucian students to learn moral concepts. The book has thirty-seven volumes, three
More than 12,000 words.
It doesn't look like much, but they know very well that the copying in the old Confucian's mouth refers to the meaning contained in copying "Wen De". Even if both of them are condensed with literary minds, they can only copy ten thousand words a day. This is still a case of wholeheartedness.
Down.
Therefore, it would take at least two years to copy "Wen De" a hundred times.
But the two of them did not dare to refute at all, and both bowed and said: "Yes!"
After the old Confucian finished speaking, he bowed to the void beside him and said: "The old man is not strict with his followers, which makes the Taoist priest laugh."
Milo's true form, which was hidden at the edge, revealed itself. He ignored the male and female Confucian scholars and just raised his hands to the old Confucian and said, "May I ask how Senior saw my traces?"
Milo was a little curious. His understanding of the hundreds of schools had been sublimated through debates and competitions. Now his aura was consistent with the surroundings, fluctuating with the order of humanity. Logically speaking, it should not be noticed by others.
The old Confucian just smiled and said: "What can God say? How can the four seasons move and all things come into being? What can Heaven say?"
Milo's expression changed slightly. This sentence originated from the words of the Confucian sage Confucius in the illusion of Taixu. It came from the conversation between Confucius and his disciple Zigong.
The original text is roughly:
Confucius said: "I don't want to talk anymore."
Zigong said: "If you don't speak, what else will we students say?"
Confucius said: "Why did the sky speak? The four seasons continue to run as usual, and all things grow as usual. What did the sky say?"
Here, Confucius used heaven to explain all the laws to his students. The laws are self-transformed without words, and they need to be observed and discovered by themselves.
If you continue to explore in depth, you can also get the truth that inspires disciples to think in broader and deeper fields.
But what the old Confucian said at this moment was not literal. He actually pointed out the problem of Milo at this moment.
As Wang Ximing said, although Milo has obtained the order of humanity, his cultivation has progressed too fast and is still a little short of the fire. Therefore, his breath inevitably has some artificial traces, but this is exactly the same as Milo's way of cultivation.
conflicted.
The Tao of Milo is all-encompassing, its appearance is in the sky, and its operation should be like the sky. It is not said, but it moves all things.
Understanding this, Milo's aura immediately changed slightly. The aura that was originally designed to fit the ups and downs of the human order around him became casual. And it was precisely at this time, intentionally or unintentionally, that the aura became more in line with the changes around him, and it was difficult to change.
fathom.
When the old Confucian saw this, he looked amazed, and then hesitantly said: "I just said a word, and you understood it. It is a pity that such a talent has not entered my holy path. However, my old friend is ascending
Although I taught you your own ideas and gathered hundreds of schools of thought, I did not allow you to convert to the holy way. On the contrary, I deliberately helped you conceal your foundation so that we could not detect the core of your foundation. So, what is hidden in you?
"
After hearing this, Milo thought for a moment and couldn't help but look at the two young Confucian scholars beside him. He was about to send a message to inform him, but the old Confucian spoke first: "Keep your mouth shut!"
As the words fell, the humane order gathered, turning into invisible shackles to block the flow of information around them. At the same time, they cut off the possibility of the two of them speaking. They even followed the two people's literary temperament and blended into Wen Xin. Once someone forced them to speak, they could only
Causes heart shock and backlash.
Milo then responded: "What can Heaven say? How can the four seasons move and all things come into being? What can Heaven say?"
Just like what the old Confucian said before, the two young Confucian scholars were furious, but the old Confucian's expression suddenly changed and he said softly: "That's it! No wonder he wants to help you, but he is too old and meddlesome."
As he spoke, the old scholar looked in the direction of Haoran Mansion and said angrily: "I was just wondering why those old guys were so kind-hearted all of a sudden and asked me to deliver things. It turns out they guessed your roots and deliberately watched my jokes!
Maybe, I want to help you again?"
When he said the last sentence, the old Confucian's face had become relieved. He took out two volumes of books that exuded humane order from his arms. The young men and women next to him opened their eyes wide when they saw it, staring at one of the volumes, showing that they did not dare to
An expression of confidence.
The old Confucian pointed to one of the books that gathered the essence of hundreds of schools of thought, and said: "This is the Tao of hundreds of schools of thought compiled by Haoran's family, doctors, professors, and lecturers who spent hundreds of days of hard work.
There are many basic theories and core foundations of hundreds of schools of thought. They asked me to bring them to you, presumably in the hope that you can better understand the subtlety and solid foundation of the holy way."
Then, the old Confucian pointed to another volume that exuded an aura of order, which was obviously the original book: "This one is not as good as the previous one, but I have been compiling books in the past few years. If you are interested, you can also take a look.
Second, this is my apology for talking too much before."
After saying this, the old Confucian did not wait for Milo's answer, saluted and left with his disciples.
After the old man left, Milo took the two volumes of books and bowed in the direction of the old man's departure. The two young Confucian scholars may not have paid attention, but Milo had clearly seen before that the old man had heard him say "
When I say "Oh God!", my expression changes a little stiffly, and when I get angry, my expression is also a little exaggerated, far from the calm and natural feeling when I feel relieved later.
Obviously, this old man is usually a very upright person and is not good at the unique skill of changing his face.
ps: The holy way in the article refers to the way of hundreds of sages.
Yi Qi’s Little Classroom: When I first wrote about the Holy Way, Yi Qi was adapted from Confucianism’s nickname Shengjiao. The origin of the name Shengjiao is said to be from the prose “The Edict of Stopping Hundreds of Officials and Paying Tribute to the East Palace” written by Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty.
"There are equal differences in etiquette, monarchs and ministers are not mixed, love has been in modern times, and the holy religion has gradually declined." If there are any mistakes, please correct me.