"Roar!"
In the spiritual world, the great road is like a tiger. When the white tiger comes out, it roars to heaven and earth, and countless white animals crawl out of the burrows. The emotional work that the caterpillar has been doing these days suddenly disappears.
For a time, countless caterpillars suffered heavy casualties. Although the caterpillar transformed by Wang Xiong could resist other animals, when the white tiger came out, it was so fierce that it could not resist it. It was immediately knocked away by the white tiger, and the spikes on its body broke. countless.
"Bang!"
The largest caterpillar transformed by Wang Xiong knocked down a big tree, and Wang Xiong showed a look of self-mockery.
That avenue is like a tiger, which was originally what I was most proud of, but now, it has become my biggest obstacle!
If you want to deeply understand Taoist thought, you must abandon Confucianism.
Confucianism takes the way of humanity as its foundation and the way of heaven as its secondary priority! Taoism, however, takes the way of heaven as its foundation and the way of humanity as its secondary priority.
The priorities are opposite, they happen to be the most conflicting thoughts. How can I understand this? To gain enlightenment, you must accept it from the deepest part of your heart. If you can’t even accept it, how can you gain enlightenment
The Great White Tiger is the embodiment of Wang Xiong's Confucianism, which is the most instinctively recognized principle.
How to kill the white tiger yourself? Defeat the White Tiger
Looking at the white tiger, Wang Xiong felt bitter. It turns out that success is a white tiger and defeat is a white tiger!
"I'm really trapped in a cocoon!" Wang Xiong smiled bitterly.
The moment Wang Xiong sighed, his face suddenly stiffened.
"No, no, you are binding yourself in a cocoon? You are binding yourself in a cocoon? You are binding yourself in a cocoon?" Wang Xiong's pupils suddenly shrank.
"In order to understand Taoist thought, should I kill my Confucian thought? Although Confucianism and Taoist thought are in conflict, it does not have to be a life-and-death struggle!" Wang Xiong suddenly thought of something.
"You are trapped in a cocoon, yes, you are trapped in a cocoon. There is nothing wrong with Confucianism, and there is nothing wrong with Taoism. They are just opposites, just like the yin and yang of Tai Chi. Yin and yang are in opposition, but no one is wrong. Each has its own truth. Why do you have to live and die?" Wang Xiong's expression flashed.
"I am now comprehending Taoist thought. Confucianism is interfering with me. Why do I have to kill Confucianism? I can trap it first and tie myself up in a cocoon. Isn't that what it takes? Tie down Confucianism and then thoroughly comprehend Taoist thought. That's it. , so you won’t be disturbed?" Wang Xiong suddenly said excitedly.
All around, Confucianism is still rampant.
The caterpillar that Wang Xiong transformed into roared loudly: "Roar!"
"Spinning silk, tie up all these white animals, throw them into the cave, spin silk, spin silk!" Wang Xiong shouted.
Suddenly, Wang Xiong gathered a large number of caterpillars and spun silk on a white rooster. Soon, the rooster was tied up with the silk threads spun by the caterpillars and turned into a big cocoon.
"That's right, keep going, let me keep regaining the lost ground!" Wang Xiong shouted.
Although the white tiger over there was extremely ferocious, Wang Xiong firmly believed that he would be able to tie it down. He would start with ordinary animals and then deal with the white tiger last.
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Mengdi, Zhuang Zhou's home.
Zhuang Zhou had just read this fragment of the Analects, and suddenly, the aura of righteousness around him suddenly appeared out of thin air, and it was much stronger than the black energy just now.
Reading "The Analects of Confucius" seemed to create a resonance, which shocked Mr. Zhuang on the side.
Zhuang Zhou also felt that the Analects of Confucius seemed to be the words from his heart.
For a moment, Haoran's righteousness suppressed all the moral blackness in his body.
After reading all the Analects of Confucius, Zhuang Zhou could memorize them all and even mastered them.
"Zhou'er, how do you feel?" Father Zhuang looked at Zhuang Zhou worriedly.
Zhuang Zhou looked at his worried father, shook his head and said with a smile, "Dad, I know what you are worried about!"
"ah?"
"Yes, I feel that Confucian classics resonate with me, and I can even understand them instantly. However, I will not be obsessed with it. I will still study and understand Taoist classics seriously!" Zhuang Zhou shook his head.
"Why?" Father Zhuang asked puzzled.
"The fragments of the Analects of Confucius are good, and I can understand them thoroughly. However, there are too few Confucian books, and I can only achieve success with this fragment. However, Taoist thoughts are different. I have more Taoist classics, although My understanding is not as thorough as Confucianism, and it conflicts with Confucianism, but because there are many classics, it can help me go further, and I will work hard to understand Taoism!" Zhuang Zhou said with a sense of reluctance.
"Zhou'er...!" Father Zhuang didn't know what to say.
"Even if it's just for my parents, I will study hard. Although there are many Taoist thoughts that I reject, but if I think about it carefully, there is still some truth. As for Confucianism, I don't reject it. I can put it there and use it. To compare it with the Taoist thought I have learned, I do not deny Confucian thought, but I will not fully endorse Confucian thought either!" Zhuang Zhou said.
Zhuang Zhou's mentality at this moment is consistent with Wang Xiong's mentality towards White Tiger in the spiritual world!
Don’t deny it, don’t admit it, just suppress it first and try your best to understand Taoist thought!
Zhuang Zhou's thoughts made Zhuang's father extremely pleased.
"Okay, okay, my dear Zhou'er, daddy will make some food for you two!" Father Zhuang suddenly said happily.
"Yeah!" Zhuang Zhou nodded.
Putting down the fragment of "The Analects of Confucius", Zhuang Zhou continued to comprehend the Taoist classics he had read these days.
Wang Xiong did it for his promise to Lao Tzu, and Zhuang Zhou did it for his feelings for his parents.
Although Zhuang Zhou and Wang Xiong faced different things, they were both moving towards the same goal. Reality reflects dreams, and dreams reflect reality.
For a moment, Wang Xiong and Zhuang Zhou seemed to be unable to tell each other apart. They were fighting hard for their inner efforts.
When dreaming at night, Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he was the caterpillar Wang Xiong.
Leading countless caterpillars, he tied up countless white animals crawling out of the cave with silk, and then threw them all back into the cave.
The sound of the Tao spread everywhere, and except for the caterpillar Wang Xiong, all the other caterpillars continued to grow larger and stronger, constantly cleaning up all the animals around them.
Zhuang Zhou stayed at home for more than half a month during the Chinese New Year, and it was almost time for school to start.
In his sleep, the army of caterpillars had sent all the animals back to the burrow, except for this white tiger, this extremely powerful white tiger.
At this moment, Wang Xiong led an army of caterpillars to collide with the white tiger.
"boom!"
The white tiger is too strong. Although the army of caterpillars spins silk like a sea, the white tiger flees in all directions, knocking away and trampling the caterpillars to death one by one while jumping.
Even Wang Xiong, the biggest caterpillar, is no match for White Tiger.
The white tiger is one hundred feet in size, and the largest caterpillar is only ten feet in size. Where is its opponent
After a big battle, the caterpillar was beaten extremely brutally and was knocked away in all directions. White Tiger wins.
Wang Xiong was defeated by his own Great White Tiger, and his face turned ugly for a while.
Countless caterpillars gathered.
"We gathered the power of all the insects and spun out enough silk to bind the white tiger. But unfortunately, the white tiger is too high. We can't bind the bottom but not the top. It would be better if we could bind the white tiger in all directions from top to bottom. It's gone!" A caterpillar said sadly.
"Yes, White Tiger is just bigger than us. If we were as big as him, would he still be able to beat us?"
"Don't be as big as the white tiger. It would be great if we could fly!"
"Fly? Yes, it would be great if I could fly!"
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All the caterpillars were talking about it.
As the leader of the caterpillars, Wang Xiong's expression suddenly changed.
"Fly? Why can't we fly? We can fly!" Wang Xiong's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Fly?" All the caterpillars looked curious.
"White Tiger? Let him be arrogant for a while longer. When I turn into a pupa, emerge from the chrysanthemum into a butterfly, and emerge from the cocoon, it will be time for us to completely eliminate the White Tiger!" Wang Xiong's eyes were filled with determination.
Wang Xiong quickly devoured a large number of leaves, and together with a group of caterpillars, turned into pupae in a hidden place.
This time, a mysterious force appeared in the chrysalis, completely changing the caterpillar's body structure.
Zhuang Zhou is Wang Xiong. Although he does not have the consciousness of Wang Xiong, his whole person has entered the role of Wang Xiong. Zhuang Zhou felt extremely miraculous when he turned into a pupa.
"Get up, it's time to go to the private school!" Zhuang's father woke up Zhuang Zhou.
Zhuang Zhou woke up, still immersed in the moment of becoming a pupa, and rubbed his eyes: "Didn't I become a pupa?"
"What kind of pupa, Zhou'er? Spring has just begun and the snow has not melted yet! Where did the pupa come from?" Father Zhuang said with a smile.
"Dad, I dreamed that I turned into a caterpillar, and the caterpillar turned into a chrysalis!" Zhuang Zhou said immediately.
"Hahahaha, dreaming of turning into a caterpillar?" Father Zhuang laughed.
"Really!" Zhuang Zhou was anxious.
"Okay, okay, I believe you, haha, Zhou'er, it's time to go to Gujing Private School. Originally, with your talent, you didn't need to go to Gujing Private School, but your mother and I always want you to become Be more confident, get up where you fell, go to school, use your theories and thoughts to make everyone who laughs at you ashamed, give them a hard slap!" Father Zhuang suddenly laughed.
"Ah? Oh!" Zhuang Zhou said in a daze.
Although Zhuang Zhou knew how to retaliate directly, for the first time, Zhuang Zhou was a little shy after all. He had been ridiculed too much over the years.
Zhuang's father was not worried about Zhuang Zhou, because sooner or later, he would experience such a thing. Moreover, with Zhuang Zhou's ideological aura, the plague king who poisoned him that day was no match for him, and ordinary people could not hurt Zhuang Zhou at all. .
This time he went back to Gujing Private School and let him face it by himself.
Zhuang Zhou, after being cleaned up by Zhuang's father, went to Gujing Private School after breakfast.
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Mengdi, a land where the snow has not yet melted.
A group of men wearing purple robes dug through some snow and soil and found King Wen's clothes.
Even though Father Zhuang was very careful, the Taoists still had the means to track him.
A group of purple-clothed people carefully inspected King Wen's clothes, and all of them had ugly expressions on their faces.
"The Plague King died and turned into a pool of blood?"
"According to the information we gathered, King Wen was seriously injured by Bian Que, but he did not die and has been escaping here!"
"Dead? Turned into a pool of blood? What a miserable death!"
"No one can kill my disciple of Yangzhu Academy. Even if this disciple is not successful, I, Yangzhu Academy, can only handle it myself!"
"Killing Lord Wen is a capital crime!"
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The faces of a group of people in purple clothes were cold.
"Has the cause of death been found?" one person asked.
"According to the aura left around, it should be the method of my Taoist thought. It seems to be the method of the Tao Te Ching. However, I can't understand. The Tao Te Ching is so precious. How did it become so sinister and vicious?"
"Did someone with Taoist ideas do it?"
"It should be right!"
"Are there any people who study Taoism around here?" The man in purple clothes at the head said solemnly.
"It seems not. This is a remote and remote area. Where can anyone with Taoist ideas be found? Are you just passing by?"
"Probably not, otherwise the clothes wouldn't have been handled so poorly. Unfortunately, the footprints have been covered in heavy snow, and the snow has melted again!"
"I was thinking of a place?" a man in purple suddenly said.
"oh?"
"There is a Gujing Private School nearby, which was assigned to me by Yang Zhu Academy. It teaches me Taoist knowledge there. If anyone can give birth to Taoist thoughts, I am afraid it can only be the Gujing Private School!" said the man in purple.
"Gujing Private School?" Everyone's expressions changed.
"Let's go to Gujing Private School! Find the murderer of Lord Wen and punish him on the spot!" The leader of the man in purple said solemnly.
"Yes!" A group of people in purple shouted in response.
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The man in purple left not long ago.
Another group of people in white came closer, and the leader was none other than the famous leader, Hui Shi.
Hui Shi led a group of people into hiding and heard everything the people in purple said.
"Mr. Plague is dead?" A man in white asked in surprise.
Hui Shi looked at Lord Wen's clothes on the ground and his face darkened: "No wonder I haven't felt Lord Wen's breath these days. He is indeed dead!"
"Keiko? Then let's just give up?" a man in white asked curiously.
"No, Taoism has a way to seize the body to prevent King Wen from faking his death. Let's go to the ancient well private school and have a look!" Hui Shi said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" A group of famous disciples responded.