Medieval times, Song Dynasty, Mengdi! Gujing Private School!
Zhuang Zhou was teased by a group of classmates, and his aggrieved eyes were red, but he didn't know that there was an even more flattering feeling in the room behind him.
There are two people in the room, one is sitting and the other is standing.
The man sitting there had narrow eyes. Although he was wearing a purple Taoist robe, he could not hide the philistine aura beneath his rich appearance. He grabbed a tea cup and took a sip. He glanced at the thin man in front of him. There were a lot of patches on the man's clothes.
"I said, Zhuang Zhou's father, I think you should forget it. Your son Zhuang Zhou is not good at studying at all. Up to now, he has not learned to memorize a Tao Te Ching. It took him so long to recite it. Two paragraphs, only two paragraphs? How can you learn this?" The man in purple robes who was sitting complained as he took a sip of tea.
While he was complaining, he looked at the pig leg in the vegetable basket on the side, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Father Zhuang, who was covered in patches, immediately bent down and begged: "Sir, my son Zhuang Zhou is still very smart, just...!"
"What's so clever? I think it's just stupid. I asked him to explain, 'The Tao is Tao, but it's not Tao!'. What did he say? There is no Tao in the world. If people set rules and draw the Tao, then there will be the Tao! With this Tao It is an extraordinary way to restrain the world and perform the great rituals of heaven and earth! Look, what did your son Zhuang Zhou say?" The gentleman suddenly glared.
"My son, my son..., this is the beginning of the Tao Te Ching. I heard it should be said by the sage Laozi. Everyone's understanding is different, my son...!" Father Zhuang wanted to defend my son.
"What? Do you still think what he said is reasonable?" The gentleman stared.
"I!"
"There is something wrong with your thinking. Can't you hear the good and bad things Zhuang Zhou said? He restrained the way of heaven with propriety and put people first. This is the beginning of Confucianism. Are you talking about Confucianism in my Taoist private school? That's me. , if the teachers at Yang Zhu Academy find out, he will be punished for slandering the saint!" The gentleman glared.
"I, sir, you are right, you are right!" Father Zhuang suddenly said in a low voice.
"Zhuang Zhou, I can't teach him. I can't memorize this book and let him understand it. He's also talking nonsense. He can't learn the most basic Laozi's Tao Te Ching. How can he learn the knowledge of Yang Zhu in the future? Please hire someone else! "The gentleman immediately served tea to see the guests off.
"Sir, sir, my son is stupid. I will re-educate him when I go back. You must not give up on him! My son is a little stupid and I have made you worry about it. This, this, this is my son's thank you gift to your husband. Please Sir, have mercy!" Father Zhuang immediately pushed up the pig leg.
The gentleman wanted to scold him, but when he saw the pig leg handed over by Zhuang's father, he paused slightly for a moment, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes.
"Sir, my son is stupid. Please have mercy on me. Give him another chance. Please have mercy on me!" Father Zhuang kept bowing down in a low voice.
Zhuang's father even knelt down for Zhuang Zhou, looking extremely embarrassed.
The teacher looked at the pig leg and gave Zhuang's father a try: "Okay, by the order of Yang Zhu Academy, I come here to teach in Monterey. Although Zhuang Zhou is not talented, I can't give up!"
"Thank you, sir!" Father Zhuang burst into tears of gratitude.
"Well, go back and ask Zhuang Zhou to memorize the Tao Te Ching! If you come back after the New Year and still can't memorize it well, don't blame me for being ruthless!" the gentleman said coldly.
"Thank you, sir!" Father Zhuang was immediately grateful.
"Go!" the gentleman said as he served tea to the guests.
Father Zhuang stood up immediately, saluted his husband repeatedly, and then walked out of the house.
Outside the house, Zhuang Zhou was still waiting for his father. Suddenly he heard the sound of the door opening and immediately stood up straight.
In the house, before going out, Father Zhuang smiled bitterly, patted the dust on his knees, and walked out of the house with a sigh.
"Dad!" Zhuang Zhou looked at Father Zhuang, his eyes slightly red.
"Let's go home!" Father Zhuang touched the back of Zhuang Zhou's head and said with a gentle smile.
"Yeah!" Zhuang Zhou endured the sourness in his nose and followed his father out of the Gujing Private School.
Zhuang Zhou and his son left Gujing Private School.
The husband also called his wife.
"Hahaha, who said I don't have money to buy New Year's goods? I know that the Zhuang clan has started to distribute New Year's goods. I don't know what Zhuang Zhou's parents thought. They gave all their teachings to this idiot Zhuang Zhou. , marinate this pork leg, and you can have a good year this year!" the gentleman laughed.
His wife hugged the pig's leg with joy and said, "I thought that when I come to this remote country with you, I will always have to eat braised vegetables, but I didn't expect that I would also see meat!"
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Gujing Private School is some distance away from Zhuang Zhou's home. After walking for a while, when he was tired, Zhuang's father carried Zhuang Zhou on his back.
Lying on his father's back, Zhuang Zhou was still in a low mood. It took me several times to gather the courage before I dared to speak out.
"Dad, why did the pig leg that the clan distributed to our family stay in the private school? Mom is not in good health and needs more supplements!" Zhuang Zhou lowered his head and whispered.
"Pork legs? It was your mother who asked me to bring them to thank you, sir. You worked hard for teaching you how to read. As a person, you must know how to be grateful. Shouldn't you thank your husband properly?" Father Zhuang said with a smile.
"Me, really?" Zhuang Zhou was slightly startled.
"Sir, I praised you today!" Father Zhuang said with a smile.
"Praise me?" Zhuang Zhou asked in disbelief.
"Yes, sir, you used to memorize and couldn't memorize anything, but now you can memorize two paragraphs, which is amazing! If you work harder, you can memorize more!" Father Zhuang said with a smile.
"Ah? Did the teacher say that to me? The teacher also scolded me, saying that my explanation was nonsense!" Zhuang Zhou suddenly said in frustration.
"Although what you explained is different from what the teacher thought, the teacher also praised you in front of me, saying that you can think about problems by yourself! It's amazing! If you can pay more attention, you can learn better!" Father Zhuang smiled.
Lying on Zhuang's father's back, Zhuang Zhou was confused for a moment. Did the teacher tell his father this
"Study hard, Zhuang Zhou. Your mother and I will try our best to give you the best!" Zhuang's father said gently.
"But, but I am the worst in the private school, I...!" Zhuang Zhou said frustrated.
"A sage once said, 'When Heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to this person, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and disturb his actions, so that his mind and forbearance will be strengthened, and his actions will be improved. It's impossible!' It's a bit difficult now, what are you afraid of?" Father Zhuang said with a smile.
"Ah? Who said this? It makes sense!" Zhuang Zhou's eyes lit up.
Father Zhuang smiled bitterly: "This is what Confucian Mencius said!"
"Mencius? Dad, can I learn from him?" Zhuang Zhou asked expectantly.
Zhuang Zhou couldn't understand what his teacher taught him every time, but Zhuang Zhou understood Mencius's words in an instant.
Father Zhuang felt the change in his son at this moment, and when he was overjoyed, he could only let out a helpless wry smile.
"I can't learn, I can't learn. Now the world's doctrine is not owned by Yang Jimo. I heard that even Mencius didn't dare to say more!" Zhuang Fu sighed.
"Mencius? Is he the sage who just said, 'Heaven will give great responsibilities to this people'?" Zhuang Zhou asked in confusion.
"Yes, Mencius once said that the words of Yang Zhu and Mo Zhai filled the world. If the words of the world are not attributed to Yang, they belong to Mo! In this world, there are only the words of Yang Zhu and Mo Zhai. No, now I heard that Mo Zhai was also influenced by Yang Zhu suppressed it!" Father Zhuang sighed.
"Can… !"
"In our Song Dynasty, Confucius and Mozi are all from the Song Dynasty. Unfortunately, in the Song Dynasty, only Yang Zhu's words and Yang Zhu's Taoist words are left!" Father Zhuang explained.
"Don't you have anything else to say?"
"No, all other thoughts have been driven out by Taoism. Only Yang Zhu's Taoism is left. Only Yang Zhu's Taoism is left. So, Zhou'er, we have no choice. My father knows that you are smart, even, We can understand the language left by some Confucian saints at a glance, or even learn it by ourselves without a teacher. However, the current environment in the Song Dynasty and the environment in the world are like this. We have no choice but to learn from Yang Zhu's Taoism! You must study hard! Father Zhuang sighed.
Others don't know it, but Zhuang's father knows that his son Zhuang Zhou is not stupid, and is even talented. Because Confucius was a great benefactor to the Song Dynasty in the past, some Confucius's words are circulated among the people of the Song Dynasty. These words are simply not understood by ordinary people. , but Zhuang Zhou knew it clearly.
At this point, Zhuang's father and mother desperately tried to cultivate Zhuang Zhou, but in the face of Yang Zhu's Taoist ideas, Zhuang Zhou could not learn well, which made his parents very uncomfortable.
"Well, I will definitely study hard when I am a child!" Zhuang Zhou nodded.
Lying on Zhuang's father's back, Zhuang Zhou seemed to be asleep.
Feeling his son sleeping, Father Zhuang showed a heartwarming smile. Carrying Zhuang Zhou on his back, he walked in the direction of his home.
Zhuang Zhou fell asleep, hazy, as if he had a dream.
In the dream, Zhuang Zhou seemed to be trapped in a ball.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
In the chaos, after a while, I thought about it for a long time before I remembered it.
"I am Wang Xiong. When Sheng Jiutian and I died together, I understood the shadow clone method and used the shadow clone to replace my death?"
"Where am I? What is this place?"
But Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a place of chaos. It was pitch black all around and nothing could be seen.
"Where are my hands? Where are my feet?" Wang Xiong shouted in surprise.
In this muddy place, not only can't you see, you can't even feel your hands and feet. Gone
There was no strength at all in my body, and it was itching, which was extremely strange.
Wang Xiong could now twist his body, and gradually Wang Xiong guessed a possibility.
"Back then, when we traveled through the ancient Eastern Emperor Taiyi, we were in an egg? Why is it similar now?" Wang Xiong said in shock.
"Time traveled? No, I didn't trigger the Wheel of Life, didn't I time travel? Did I die? Reincarnate? But...!" Wang Xiong said in surprise.
Although he didn't know the situation clearly, Wang Xiong found the familiar feeling of the Golden Crow Egg and knew what he needed to do.
Egg? Not really, a bit soft!
The only thing Wang Xiong could do was eat, eat the eggshell and get out.
"Aww, aww!"
Wang Xiong twisted his body and slowly ate everything around him. As he ate, Wang Xiong felt that the shape of his body was actually a long strip. It seems to have legs, but it is pitifully small but has a lot of them.
"What have I been reincarnated into?" Wang Xiong asked in shock.
He continued to eat, and finally, Wang Xiong ate an inner wall and chewed on it.
"Snapped!"
There was a hole in the inner wall. A faint light came in.
"Done? But, I'm so hungry, I still want to eat, I want to eat more!" Wang Xiong was instinctively hungry.
Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat!
Soon, the egg body that wrapped him, no, the egg body, was eaten clean by Wang Xiong.
After finally eating all the egg shells, Wang Xiong could see his surroundings clearly with the faint light.
This is a huge leaf. On the leaf, there are eggs one by one. Some are still intact, and some have small lives crawling out and eating their own egg shells.
Wang Xiong's eyes widened when he saw clearly the little lives that were similar to his own.
"Mao, caterpillar?" Wang Xiong asked in surprise.