Chapter 296: Metaphysics, floating life!
Translator: 549690339
The great Zhou Dynasty, year 345.
The mortal Liu Wenjian broke through the heavenly Emperor realm and became an unrivaled Emperor that suppressed the world. This was the era of Mount Shu.
In less than ten years, sword Immortals gradually appeared in the world. They rode on clouds and mist, flew in the sky, turned into streams of light, and killed demons and devils, saved local plagues, eliminated evil spirits, and killed zombies.
The great Zhou Dynasty, year 351.
The great Zhou Dynasty was at its peak, and the Dragon vein system was complete. The Confucians gathered the power of will to cultivate the way of Confucius. The great Confucians and scholars wrote poems and articles, which became popular among the people. The wider the range of their praises, the more power of will they gathered.
This was an Empire that was filled with culture and could shock the heavens and earth.
There were many imperial examinations in the great Zhou Dynasty, and they placed great emphasis on the literary world over the martial arts world. It was an honor to be able to get through the Imperial examinations. Gradually, there were hundreds of schools of thought and various schools of thought.
The Confucian Masters could shock the heavens and earth with their literary arts and attract the wind and thunder. With their official positions, they were filled with righteousness and could scold ghosts and gods with a Shout!
At the beginning of March, the current top scholar of the Imperial court, Wang an, sailed on the peach River in high spirits. He recited poems with his friends and wrote “the story of paradise” in a half-drunk state.
In the book, it was written that the Paradise was aloof from worldly affairs, making people look forward to it. It was spread all over the country, and countless people were familiar with it. They prayed and recited …
As the days passed, not only did Wang an’s cultivation level gradually decline, but heaven and earth phenomenons also gradually condensed in the mansion, forming a hazy paradise. There were villages in the cracks of the mountains and rivers, and there were lifelike people farming and herding livestock.
the wish power of all living beings came through the Dragon vein and condensed an illusory world in the book on the mansion of the great scholar who created the poems? ”
“Unbelievable! This was … I’m thinking, so I’m here?”
….
Beijing was in an uproar.
All the scholars in the world were shocked.
Many talented scholars heard the news and came to Wang an’s mansion. They entered the Paradise and found that it was like a real person inside. They could communicate with each other, just like the characters of the people in the peach blossom Village in the books.
They didn’t even know that they were fake!
Writing stunning articles and the prayers of the people could gather the world in his own book?
The mystery of the way of Confucius was beyond everyone’s imagination!
The hundred schools of Confucianism had never been so proud before. Although they had risen up before, they were still behind the sword immortal and martial arts. But now that they saw this phenomenon with their own eyes, they felt an indescribable pride in their hearts.
A student came to ask for guidance.
Wang an usually spent most of his time half-drunk at his wedding. He laughed in his drunken state, a world in a book, a floating life in a tree.
He didn’t say anything more.
The disciple seemed to have gained some enlightenment and said to the other disciples, ” some things don’t exist. When more people believe in them, they will exist …
It was too profound. Everyone thought hard and gradually had some ideas.
All living beings believe what is true, and what is false becomes true?
This was the beauty of the path of incense.
“It’s rare for the brush and ink to fall on the chapter!”
Someone exclaimed in admiration.
The great Zhou Dynasty was at its peak. It cultivated the way of Confucius, established the Dragon bloodline, established official positions, and cultivated the incense of all living beings. This bloodline had infinite possibilities!
The next day, the Prime Minister of the Imperial Court, Hu Renong, heard of this interesting matter in his mansion and announced it to the world, ” some people will die, but when there are many people who miss them, they will live in other people’s hearts. This is the ultimate path of the Confucian sect that I have speculated-undying, imperishable, and eternal in the world … I think, so I’m here.”
These words were too profound. Metaphysics was idealism.
All the scholars and literati in the world continued to comprehend and seemed to have gained enlightenment, gradually spreading their understanding.
“One book, One World.”
It was the highest level of the way of Confucius.
Writing a stunning essay would gather the thoughts and wishes of all living beings, forming a world in the book under one’s own brush and ink.
Perhaps this was the domain of the way of Confucius, and it could attack the enemy!
However, it was not easy to form. Moreover, a world that was too powerful would require too much wish power. Only the ordinary villages in the story of paradise could easily gather and condense it …
“I think, so I’m here.”
It was the ultimate Confucian path.
The thoughts of all living beings gathered to form the characters in the book. Then after his death, he would be like the characters in the book, carving the hearts of all living beings and returning because of their thoughts?
In this way, he could truly be immortal!
The stronger one’s cultivation was, the more power of will they needed to gather.’Thoughtless is why I am’ was the peak of the literary realm, the highest glory!
It was a realm that thousands of scholars could only look up to.
In this world, people who could reach this realm were perhaps as rare as Phoenix Feathers and Qilin horns.
In the history of the current dynasty, the scholarly Saints and Confucian gods had great merit, great talent, and opened up an era. That was why they were mourned by all living beings and were immortal. That was why they were reborn and entered the undying and imperishable ultimate realm!
the way of literature and Confucianism is based on the longing of the people. Without the people, there will be no Confucianism!
As long as the people lived and the dynasty was not destroyed, the power of will gathered from the thoughts would not be cut off. The Saints that belonged to that dynasty would not die and would not be destroyed, returning as heroic spirits.
During an exchange between the directorates, a student praised him, but he hesitated and said with confusion, ” the Prime Minister has actually reached such an extreme realm in his divination more than ten years ago. It’s admirable, but he’s already dead. He’s just a corpse in the grave … He who had gathered all living beings was like a small heavenly Dao that stood above the dynasty. Even if his memories, thoughts, and talents were all his own self, how could he prove that he was his true self? And not another me who looks like me?”
This was a problem that troubled countless people.
I’m already dead. The me who gathered the wishes of all living beings, even if I have my character and talent, is it really me?
Thinking about it carefully, he was terrified.
“Are you trying to ask: How can I prove that I am me? Then what’s your opinion? The me who thinks that I am ‘I think, so I am’, is it the real me or a fake me?”
The student hesitated, and his expression showed that he was struggling. Regardless of whether it was true or false, the various schools of thought seemed to have their reasons and evidence.
“Lord Prime Minister, please point out the wrong path for all the Confucians in the world.” Many of the disciples spoke.
Hu rennong stood at a high point and slowly spoke. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was like thunder that shook his heart.
“If you believe it’s me, then it’s me. If you don’t believe it, then it’s not me!”
it depends on the will of all living beings and also depends on yourself … As he spoke, countless people were suddenly enlightened and their minds were hit by the shock.
The power of the will of all living beings gathered, and if they believed that he was their true self, they would be their true self?
If the masses don’t believe that I’m not the true me, then I’m not the true me?
Depends on the people?
To make a decision based on one’s heart?
Reality was not reality, but using one’s heart to influence reality?
Countless people were shocked!
In the end, Hu rennong used Wang an’s words. some things don’t exist at the beginning. When more people believe in it, it will exist.
One of the students slowly stood up and asked again, ” “If that’s the case, Prime Minister, do you think that your achievements in the present world will only allow you to enter the ultimate realm of Confucianism after your death?”
His question was a little provocative, as if he was deliberately targeting her.
“. don’t need to think, it’s the people who think …” Hu rennong said with. smile.
The white-haired old man put his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. after I die, I will be buried in heaven and earth, and a wordless monument will be erected. All the things that happened in my life were biased and unfair. After my death, I will leave them for future generations to judge.
Hu Renong continued, ”
this is not something I can decide. If all living beings truly acknowledge me, I will naturally come back to life. If no one thinks of me, I will not be.
“What is death? When people forget about him in history, it’s true death …”
His voice was calm and thunderous. Countless people’s expressions changed. The current Prime Minister, Hu Renong, had entered the state of Confucianism in the past few years. He had entered an incredible state!
The entire capital was in shock.
The next day, the Hu’s Minister of Agriculture reported to the Emperor that Wang an was a world-shaking genius and could establish a “school of the nation” where Wang an could offer wine to the nation’s son. With the help of “the story of paradise,” Wang an instantly became an important official of the Imperial court.
At this point, the path of Confucianism was completely perfected!
On this day, when Hu rennong was giving a lecture to the Imperial court’s students, someone couldn’t help but ask, ” the farmer and woman in the origin of the peach blossom were like real people. They didn’t know that they were characters in the book and were just illusions … How can we prove that we are not illusionary characters living in the books in another place?”
Hu rennong had never encountered a problem that was difficult to solve, but he was hesitating.
He hesitated for a long time. Suddenly, he held The Black Book in his hand and looked at the faint sky outside the window. how can we prove that we are not playthings created by other creatures? I don’t know. Perhaps our lives are an illusion. Our thousand years of civilization are just people in other creatures ‘dreams …”
The white-haired old man murmured. Suddenly, he understood and laughed, ” what joy is there in getting it … What was there to worry about … Seeing Rong Hua blink so fast, it’s like a dream in life!”
BOOM!
His words were like a bolt of lightning on a clear day.
The wind blew and the clouds surged.
Heaven and earth changed color.
There seemed to be a roaring Golden Dragon of National fortune gathering in the vast dragon veins, soaring into the sky and opening the gate of heaven.
On this day, the entire capital city was shaken by the Dao lecture. The entire world believed in it. During this period, discussions were like tides, and faith was like a surging River that surged from the Dragon vein.
Hu rennong’s reputation grew even more, and he finally entered the heavenly Emperor realm!