Chapter 930 929 "Talking"

Chapter 930 929. "Whispers"

Mo Cheng didn't say anything along the way, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Others just thought that Mo Cheng was thinking about some profound theory, so they didn't dare to disturb him.

But from time to time, he would still look at Mo Cheng, and there was always an unspeakable meaning in his eyes.

As if he had finished thinking, or perhaps because the other people's gazes were too intense, Mo Cheng raised his head and asked strangely, "Why are you looking at me?"

Shen Xueqi did not hide too much and asked directly, "Mo Cheng, you fellow practitioners of the three religions have reached Consummation without any conflicts?"

For Shen Xueqi and others, not to mention fellow practitioners of the three religions, even dual practitioners of the two religions have to face an absolutely unavoidable problem, the conflict of doctrines.

The theories of each faction will conflict. Even branches of the same major theory may conflict. Just like Confucianism, Dong Zhongshu's "Great Unification Theory" and "Song and Ming Neo-Confucianism" are not poles apart, at least they are different. Very big.

This is true for all doctrines that belong to Confucianism, not to mention Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, which have completely different roots.

If you are lucky enough to be a practitioner, you will become obsessed with it, and the conflict of doctrines will enter your mind and cannot be resolved. It will even split into the three doctrines and your personality will be immersed in criticizing yourself for the rest of your life. You will be crazy and panicked all day long.

If you are unlucky, it will be a direct conflict between the three religions, and the sound of BOOM will be everywhere.

The previous attempt to integrate hundreds of schools of thought failed, and the most famous one was called the [Demon Emperor].

Moreover, his tomb still appears in the [Nanli Dao Domain].

Mo Cheng shook his head, "It's not perfect, but there's no conflict."

My mental martial arts skills have not yet reached their peak, so they are not considered perfect.

As for the conflict, there is indeed no conflict. At least my mental martial arts can still run. As long as I don't randomly change the composition of my mental martial arts, then there is no need to worry about conflicts.

Don't touch programs that can run, so that unknown bugs won't appear.

Hearing this, Shen Xueqi felt a little relieved. It didn't matter whether fellow practitioners of the three religions were perfect or not, as long as there was no conflict.

After all, the last guy who had many different schools of thought clashed was so crazy that he even caused a huge murder.

"Gentleman, your Taoist lineage is good at controlling heavenly thunder, and your Shimen lineage is the Dharma of the King of Ming. Both of them are the top magical powers of Buddhism and Taoism. So what kind of magical powers does Confucianism uphold?"

Confucian supernatural powers...

Mo Cheng was silent for a moment, and at the same time, he quickly thought about any of his abilities that could be related to Confucian supernatural powers, and could also be related to Jixia Academy.

After all, it is impossible for Mo Cheng to tell Tu Shancui that the core of his Confucian theory is "The streets of heaven trample all the bones of ministers, and the inner treasury is burned to ashes". This thing is unreasonable. After all, basically don't even think about developing into Confucianism and the imperial court. .

Although Mo Cheng doesn't plan to develop in that direction.

After thinking for a while, Mo Cheng replied slowly: "My Confucian magical power is called force."

Tu Shancuo's foxy face was filled with confusion, and he blinked, "Li?"

"Power, power of power!"

"The Master said: Once it has come, let it be at peace. What is the explanation?"

The words of the sage Confucian master in "The Analects of Confucius" are basically the homework for Confucian disciples to get started or even be enlightened. For Tu Shancui, interpreting the words in it is simply asking college students what one plus one equals.

"Now that we have recruited them, we must settle them down."

Mo Cheng shook his head, "My explanation is: Now that I'm here, I'll bury him here."

"When you see a good person, you think about it. What's the explanation?"

"This... when you see a virtuous and talented person, learn from him, hoping to be on par with him."

Mo Cheng shook his head again, "My understanding is: when Master saw his seventy-two disciples, he remembered his previous experience of violently beating the king of Qi."

"The Holy Master did have the experience of scolding the king of Qi, but I have never heard of him beating the king of Qi violently." Tu Shanzui was denied twice in a row. He became a little unconfident and murmured to himself, "Could it be that "The Analects of Confucius" "Are there any errors or omissions in it?"

"Is there a possibility that the Analects of Confucius was compiled by Master's disciples and was taboo for the Master, so some Spring and Autumn writing techniques were used?"

Mo Cheng pointed his fingers and listed with Tu Shancui bit by bit all the established facts that everyone recognized, "Now, look. The master is nine feet seven inches long, and he is a big man with a strong body. "Zhuangzi" records that the master is strong Able to seize the pass. "Huainanzi" records that the master was wiser than Changhong, brave enough to submit to Meng Bi, and could sneak up on cunning rabbits to attack the city pass."

"During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, rituals and music were ruined, thieves and strongmen were forced to make a living, and the wilds were full of cannibals and monsters. Then the Master took a group of students on a study tour. Surprisingly, not a single student was missing, and the kings of various countries had to entertain them warmly. "

Mo Cheng had a half-smile on his face, "In an era when etiquette has collapsed, the master who restored people's respect for Zhou's rites can be entertained by the princes who no longer respect Zhou's rites. The master can also be allowed to lecture everywhere and harm those who do not respect Zhou's rites. Fame, why do you think it is?"

Tu Shanzuo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and made a final struggle, "But... maybe the most holy master persuades people with his virtue and goes there with noble virtue..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Cheng, "I asked, is it possible? Is there a possibility..."

Mo Cheng leaned his face in front of Tu Shancuo and said word by word, "The sword on Master's waist is called [De]? Master is convincing people with [De]."

After saying that, Mo Cheng pulled his face away and explained, "This is my Confucian magical power: force. Many academies learn the Confucian's [ritual], and I learn the Confucian's [strength]."

"At thirty, stand upright; at forty, you will not be confused; at fifty, you will know the destiny; at sixty, your ears will be attuned; at seventy, you will follow your heart's desires without exceeding the rules."

"Thirty people are worthy of me to stand up and fight; forty people I will fight without any confusion or hesitation; fifty people will be beaten by me so that they feel that they have met their destiny and are sent by God; sixty people will be beaten by me. Only when individuals challenge me can I hear their pleas for mercy; after I fight seventy people, I can kill them at will."

Tu Shancuo was deep in thought on the side, and Mo Cheng ignored him. After a lot of nonsense, he finally got over the problem. Of course, it was not that confusing. At most, the other students were studying [The Analects of Confucius], and Mo Cheng was What Cheng expresses is just [whispering].

Both sides have the same sound.

Then listen carefully.

Yue Yao, who was listening on the other side, covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing.

But soon, both Yue Yao and others in the team stopped laughing.

"Oh my, my, this kind of thing can appear in front of me, am I still awake?"

Even Mo Cheng couldn't help but pull his cheek to see if the pain could wake him up.

Because in the direction the group of people were heading, a huge bronze city lay across the front, blocking any way forward.

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