In the Song Dynasty, there was a snowy mountain top in Mengdi! At this moment, a group of people in white clothes were standing. The leader was quite thin, but his eyes seemed to penetrate the mysteries of the world. He stroked a small goatee with his hand and looked at the snow-covered land in the distance.
The people in white clothes behind him looked respectful, and one of them asked: "Huizi, now, the Qin Dynasty is powerful, and you are presiding over the unification of all countries to fight against the Qin Dynasty. At this time, you come here to let us...!"
The man in white clothes at the head stroked his goatee and said calmly: "Although my charity is appreciated by the King of Wei, I am also the head of a famous family! Lord Wen led his people to kill my famous disciples many times. Now, Lord Wen slaughtered Bian Queguan, But he was seriously injured and ran away, which is the time to beat up the drowned dog. Once he escapes to Yangzhu Academy, there will be nothing we can do. Now, he has escaped to Mengdi, Song Dynasty, how can I let him escape? "
"Disciple, on behalf of the brothers who were killed by King Wen, thank you very much Keizi!" The men in white immediately said respectfully.
Now, Hui Shi is persuading the King of Wei to join forces with Qi and Chu to fight against Qin! It was an extremely busy time, and at this time, he actually made a special trip to avenge the famous disciples. For this famous leader, all the famous disciples were extremely moved.
"It's just that with my tracking method, why did I suddenly lose contact when I got here?" Hui Shi frowned and looked at the vast snow in front of him.
Lord Wen fled all the way from Bian Que Pavilion, and the tracking technique he sensed was not from Bian Que, but from the leader of the famous family, Hui Shi.
"Spread out and look for me. Lord Wen is either dead or still here!" Hui Shi said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" A group of famous disciples responded.
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A place of palaces.
In the palace, stood a group of people in purple robes, their clothes and appearance were almost the same as Lord Wen's.
One of the old men in purple robes said solemnly: "Just now, the Gu with the same fate as the Gu insect in Lord Wen died!"
"Same Fate Gu? Dead? That Lord Plague...!" A group of people in purple Taoist robes said in surprise.
"Lord Wen may be dead too! I want you to go immediately and find out who dares to kill my disciples from Yang Zhu Academy!" The old man said solemnly.
"Yes!" A group of people in purple robes responded.
Taoists have Taoist methods of finding people. Even if it is a dead person, as long as there are clues, they are confident that they can be found!
A group of people in purple immediately rushed to the direction of Bian Que Pavilion to investigate first.
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Monte!
Zhuang's father carried the unconscious Zhuang Zhou on his back, and carried the pheasant and hare back home step by step.
Regarding the empty clothes left by Lord Wen, Zhuang's father had seen the world. He picked up the storage bag and buried the clothes in soil and snow.
The banker is already in a difficult situation, and Zhuang's father doesn't want to leave any more troubles.
Seeing that Zhuang Zhou had just fallen asleep, he finally felt relieved.
"Zhou'er, you have realized the theoretical thoughts, my son, my most precious son!" Father Zhuang walked home all the way, his eyes slightly moist.
Thinking back to those days, when Mr. Zhuang himself understood the doctrines and thoughts and condensed the breath of his thoughts, it was as if he was still in front of his eyes. At that time, when he realized the thoughts and breaths, the whole family celebrated, and how many people came to flatter him. They were high-spirited and ignored everything. At that time, he was much older than Zhuang Zhou!
Now, Zhuang Zhou also realized the breath of thought, and Zhuang's father was both happy and self-blame.
I blamed myself for not having brought Zhuang Zhou out, which put him in such danger. Fortunately, Zhou'er was fine.
With all the fatigue in his body, he walked weakly into his home. The sound of opening the door immediately alarmed Zhuang's mother.
Zhuang's mother ran out immediately.
"Why are you out? You haven't recovered from your illness yet. It's cold outside!" Father Zhuang suddenly said anxiously.
"Where have you been? I can't find you anywhere, woo woo woo!" Zhuang's mother immediately threw herself into Father Zhuang's arms and started crying.
"It's okay, I'm back, I'm back!" Father Zhuang hugged his wife, with a flash of joy in his eyes.
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Zhuang Zhou didn't know when he woke up.
"Dad, I'm hungry!" Zhuang Zhou shouted first when he woke up.
Father Zhuang showed a happy smile: "Okay, my son is fine, I'm going to make some food!"
Zhuang Zhou got up and ate a lot of meat. His parents looked on with happy expressions on their faces until Zhuang Zhou burped when he was full.
"From now on, you are not allowed to go to the mountains!" Zhuang's mother immediately looked at Zhuang's father and said.
"I won't go, even if you kill me, I won't go!" Father Zhuang was still frightened.
It was not that he was afraid of danger, but that something might happen to Zhuang Zhou and his wife.
"Dad, how did I come back?" Zhuang Zhou asked curiously.
"Do you still remember what happened before?" Father Zhuang asked worriedly.
"Me? I remember that the man pricked my arm with his nails, and then I didn't remember it. What happened next?" Zhuang Zhou asked curiously.
Obviously, Zhuang Zhou himself had no memory of Zhuang Zhou's moral evil.
Father Zhuang breathed lightly and nodded: "It's okay if you don't remember!"
"What happened next?"
"It's nothing, that man's family took him away!" Father Zhuang lied.
"Ah? He was picked up by his family!" Zhuang Zhou was speechless for a while. This was different from what he thought.
"Well, Zhou'er, that person specifically confessed that he didn't want others to know, otherwise he would be embarrassed, so I promised him, not to embarrass him. I can't tell anyone about the fact that we went into the mountains to see him. I can do it. Can you do it?" Father Zhuang said in a persuasive way.
"Embarrassed? I know how sad it is to be embarrassed. I promise not to say anything!" Zhuang Zhou also patted his chest and said.
"Okay, my good son, I have also found some books for you. During this period of vacation, you will not go to private school, so you can study hard!" Zhuang's father said immediately.
"Well! Father, mother, don't worry, I will definitely give you credit, study hard, and then go to Qi Guoji's Academy to avenge you!" Zhuang Zhou said solemnly.
"Okay, okay!" The parents smiled knowingly.
Mr. Wen's storage bag was brought back by Zhuang's father, and the family's difficulties were somewhat alleviated.
More importantly, there are actually a large number of books in the storage bag, which is great news for Mr. Zhuang.
However, Zhuang's father and mother were also cautious and did not take them out all at once, but took them out roll by roll, trying not to attract other people's attention.
Even though Zhuang Zhou didn't agree with these Taoist classics in his heart, he still forced himself to read and understand them for the sake of his parents.
Zhuang Zhou rejected Wang Xiong's Confucianism because he was too strong. However, as the caterpillars transformed by Wang Xiong in the spiritual world continued to defeat the termites and eliminated Zhuang Zhou's instinctive dependence on Confucianism, he gradually became able to accept them. Taoist thought.
The more Zhuang Zhou accepted Taoist thought, the more powerful the caterpillar transformed by Wang Xiong in the spiritual world became. Zhuang Zhou was the caterpillar, and the caterpillar was Zhuang Zhou. The two complemented each other.
Because he no longer rejected him, Zhuang Zhou's talent slowly came into play, and he had a photographic memory. The ability of photographic memory even made Zhuang's father and mother look incredible.
"That mediocre teacher from Gujing Private School, my son is so smart, and he still arranges my son, and he still arranges my son!" Zhuang's mother was immediately furious.
"Mr. Private School, you still have the role of a private school teacher!" Father Zhuang said with a smile.
"My son is surrounded by black energy. That is the aura of thought. Is there such a mediocre teacher?" Zhuang's mother said immediately.
"No, definitely not, hahaha, hahahaha! It seems that there is no need to go to that private school anymore! I will tell my eldest brother and the others!" Father Zhuang also said happily.
"No!" Zhuang's mother immediately stopped her.
"how?"
"Have you forgotten how difficult it was to borrow a bowl of meat from them these days? Have you forgotten their faces?" Zhuang's mother was furious.
"But, after all, he is my brother. Moreover, the clan also gave me a pig leg. I gave it to the private school teacher. I can't blame them!" Father Zhuang said distressedly.
After looking at Father Zhuang, Mother Zhuang could only sigh. After all, the Zhuang family is too poor. Each family shared some meat, but if I ran out of it, other families were waiting for the meat to be cooked.
"Okay, okay, I won't blame your brothers, but I'd better let Zhou'er go to the private school again. Huh, I can't stand that private school teacher. He calls my son stupid all the time and condones other people. Children are laughing at my son, why? Let my son slap them in the face with his thoughts and breath, otherwise, I'm sorry for our pig's leg, and I'm sorry for your father and son risking their lives in the mountains!" Mother Zhuang said through gritted teeth.
"Okay!" Father Zhuang agreed.
Zhuang Zhou has read more and more Taoist classics these days, his understanding has become more and more profound, and the black energy around him has become more and more intense.
At the same time, in the spiritual world.
The caterpillar transformed by Wang Xiong also reached the size of one foot, like a giant beast, swallowing the leaves of the forest. At the same time, the other caterpillars also grew up due to the strong aura of Zhuang Zhou's Zhiyin.
The termites have been wiped out by the army of caterpillars.
However, various white animals kept crawling out of the burrows where the caterpillars crawled out.
First there were beetles, cicadas, and then mice, cats, dogs, etc., all white, and possessing the awe-inspiring righteousness.
Wang Xiong understood that the various white animals in the cave still represented Confucianism.
In this life, Zhuang Zhou must suppress the instinctive aura of Confucianism and Taoism in his body if he wants to penetrate Taoism. He and his army of caterpillars are constantly helping him eliminate the instinctive aura of Confucianism and Taoism, destroy, destroy, destroy!
The more Confucianism and Taoism are eliminated, the more Zhuangzi will accept Taoist thought.
That is to say, Lord Wen's storage bag is mostly Taoist.
Zhuang Zhou's thoughts became more and more profound, and Wang Xiong led the army of caterpillars to destroy more and more white animals.
There was a steady stream of people from that crypt, and Wang Xiong was also killing people in a steady stream. At this moment, Wang Xiong seemed to be able to continue to grow stronger by listening to Zhuang Zhou's Taoist sounds without eating leaves.
"That's it, that's it, keep on, keep on, keep on!" Wang Xiong looked forward to it.
In the outside world, everything was going on in an orderly manner. In a few days and nights, Zhuang Zhou had exhausted most of the books brought by King Wen.
"Dad, are there any more?" Zhuang Zhou looked at his father.
"There is still a fragment of a volume, which is...!" Father Zhuang was a little worried and didn't know whether he should give it to his son.
"Then give it to me!"
"Yes, this is a fragment of the Confucian classic "The Analects of Confucius"!" Zhuang Fu said hesitantly.
"The Analects of Confucius?" Zhuang Zhou's eyes lit up.
"Yes, the Analects of Confucius, but what you are reading now are Taoist books. If you suddenly read Confucian books, will you...?" Father Zhuang said a little worried.
Zhuang Zhou knew Zhuang Zhou most clearly. Zhuang Zhou seemed to understand Confucianism instinctively. He had only read Taoist thought out of necessity in these years. Now, Taoist knowledge has achieved results. Can he read it now
"Dad, it doesn't matter, I can take a look, I will stop it...!" Zhuang Zhou said.
"Okay!" Father Zhuang nodded.
He reached out and handed the fragment of the Analects to Zhuang Zhou.
Zhuang Zhou couldn't wait to grab it and read it, the first chapter of the Analects of Confucius. Study first.
"The Master said: 'Learn and practice from time to time, how can you say it! How wonderful it is to have friends from far away! If you don't know and are not surprised, you are not a gentleman!'" Zhuang Zhou read.
Just reading the first sentence, suddenly, Zhuang Zhou seemed to feel a resonance.
At the same time, the spiritual world.
Wang Xiong's army of caterpillars is killing everyone. When all the animals with Confucian aura were suppressed, a loud roar suddenly came from deep in the cave.
"Roar~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
A tiger roared into the sky, and the whole world suddenly turned white.
"The road is like a tiger?" Wang Xiong exclaimed.
"boom!"
A hundred-foot-long white tiger crawled out from the depths of the cave. The moment it crawled out, the color of the world changed.
This is the atmosphere of Confucianism, Confucius's great road is like a tiger.
That is, the Confucianism that Wang Xiong was most proud of in the past, is the road like a tiger? The ferocious power was overwhelming, the tiger roared and the wind blew away countless caterpillars.
The large caterpillar where Wang Xiong was was also being blown by the strong wind, as if it would be blown away at any time.
"Oops!" Wang Xiong's expression changed.
ps: Confucius’ Confucianism is exactly the opposite of Zhuangzi’s Taoism. Confucius respects Zhou rituals and establishes order. The sage establishes filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, and trustworthiness for the people, and establishes the direction of a harmonious society. On the contrary, Zhuangzi believed that as long as the sage does not die, thieves will not stop. In other words, there is no need for rules and order. Only by following the way of heaven, not the way of humanity, can everything be good.
Because the thoughts of Zhuangzi and Confucius are very opposite, so when watching chess with Zhuangzi, I used Zhuangzi's dream of butterflies to wash away Wang Xiong's Confucian will. Otherwise, it would be difficult to write the next one. Although the story of the caterpillar is a bit monotonous, it is Wang Xiong's. , the process of Zhuangzi’s thought changes.
Tomorrow will turn into a butterfly, Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng will become one with Wang Xiong’s consciousness!