Three days later, Zhou Qing went on a trip with a disciple of the sect to buy things. When he came back, his expression was excited!
"That's true, but why can that number help me practice?"
After understanding the origin of the number, a stone fell in Zhou Qing's heart, and for a while I don’t seem to be that curious about Jishu. It’s just that Jishu, which is not the vitality of heaven and earth, and is not the essence of heaven and earth, can help me practice.
And from the perspective of these days of practice, there is no serious problem. Under the sect of Zhongmiao, the connotations of the volumes of classics are extremely clear, the control is seamless, and all kinds of things are at your fingertips.
"What are you thinking about? This world is a bit strange. It seems that it is not surprising that such a strange thing appears!"
But then, Zhou Qing came. Shaking his head, he threw this thought out of his mind. It was completely useless to think about these things. Instead of having that skill, it was better to quickly increase the number of records and improve the cultivation level quickly.
According to the rules of Tianzong, if someone with his status wants to go down the mountain to practice, he must at least have a perfect and innate cultivation level. According to what the senior brother said, with his current progress, he can do anything. More than two years.
If there is a way to shorten this process, why not do it?
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"Zong Quan, how many people do you think there are in the whole world?"
The entire Tianzong is built on the mountains, except for those in the whole world. When building the sect's buildings, many unnecessary mountains were cut away, and the rest were preserved. On one side of the ridge, huge dark blue stones were embedded in it.
Early the next morning, Zhou Qing’s small body was still sitting cross-legged on a high stone. The air here was very good and the breeze was very cool. Looking from a high place, he could almost see the entire sect’s headquarters. .
Due to the instructions of his senior brother, Zong Quan has been practicing with Zhou Qing these days. Although Zong Quan is now seventeen or eighteen years old, after spending some time with Zhou Qing, he doesn’t seem to care. Zhou Qing's age.
"Oh, how come the young uncle heard this question?"
"The Zhou Dynasty has divided the world for 800 years and enfeoffed hundreds of princes. Today, there are still dozens of princes left. There are now seven heroes competing in the country, and each country has a population of millions. The total population must be no less than 30 million."
He walked to Zhou Qing's side and found a comfortable place to stay. I also sat cross-legged on it and listened to my uncle's words. I couldn't help but have some questions. This question seemed to have nothing to do with practice!
Even so, based on my own understanding and listening to other people’s discussions before, I calculated quickly. After more than ten breaths, I gave my own answer. Although it may not be accurate, I think there is a big difference. big.
"How old is the monarch?"
The childish voice came up again. Zhou Qing stopped practicing at this moment. He supported his small face with one hand and looked at the beautiful scenery of clouds and mist in the distance, waiting for Zong Quan's response. As soon as he finished speaking, another sentence came out softly.
“There are dozens of vassal states, and naturally there are dozens of monarchs!”
Zong Quan smiled slightly and responded quickly.
"How are you, sir and doctor?"
Zhou Qing looked unmoved, blinked his eyes as if out of boredom, and asked again.
"There should be more than ten thousand!"
Zong Quan thought about it and felt that there should be only a few. To inherit from a noble family, at least tens of thousands of people are needed.
"Out of tens of millions of people in the Xia Dynasty, how many people know the name of my Taoist ancestor?"
Zhou Qing was silent for a while, and then asked again. Zong Quan didn't know what this young uncle wanted to know.
“There are still people with millions of mouths!”
Taoism is a hidden sect, and the rest of the hundreds of schools of thought must know it, and the princes, ministers, and officials must know it. After all, there are still mouths of a million.
"How many people know the name of Confucian Confucius?"
Hearing this, Zhou Qing smiled slightly, and this question seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
"There should be more than my Taoist ancestors. In recent years, Confucianism has occupied Qilu. There are many Confucian masters sitting in Xiaoshengxian Village, and their influence is very wide!"
Nowadays, Confucianism and Mohism are the most prominent schools, and those who know about it are naturally grateful. However, Taoism pursues something different from them, so Zongquan did not delve into this issue.
"Can ordinary people read through my Taoist classics? Can ordinary people read through my Confucian classics?"
With constant questioning, Zhou Qing seems to be getting closer and closer to finding his answer. .
"No!"
The words of the ancestors have great meaning, but they are extremely obscure to read, let alone ordinary people. As for Confucian classics, there are many rules and regulations, and they are very boring.
"When you think of the sage Zhuangzi, what is the first thing that comes to your mind?"
Withdrawing the arm holding his little head, Zhou Qing stretched for a long time, and then his head slightly Turn sideways and look towards Zong Quan.
"Huizi said: You are not a fish, how can you know the happiness of fish?"
"Zhuangzi said: You are not me, how can you know that I don't know the happiness of fish?"
“When mentioning the sage Zhuangzi, Zongquan’s first thought was to think of the conversation between Zhuangzi and the famous master Huizi on Haoliang. My uncle asked so many questions, but what answer do he want to know?”
Although it was not difficult to answer so many questions at once, Yu Zongquan was still confused in his heart. He first asked about the population of Zhu Xia, then asked the sages, and now he said vague words.
“I want to know what theory can truly spread throughout the world and be understood by everyone in the Xia Dynasty. What I said to you today makes me feel that there are hundreds of schools of thought, and there are hundreds of schools of thought. Thousands of them."
"However, most of them are for their own development and strength. Among the hundreds, the most powerful ones are the peasant families, but the peasant families only number a few hundred thousand and cannot represent the whole country at all. of Zhuxiafarmhouse! ”
“The Zhou Dynasty ruled the world for eight hundred years, Confucius ruled the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Warring States Period was divided into seven heroes. No matter how the situation in the world changes, only a small number of people will benefit in the end. Therefore, I want to share the memory of the sage Zhuangzi. A doctrine is reopened! ”
“The real doctrine, the real schools of thought, truly puts the ideas into the ears of everyone in the world! ”
The words were tactful, and after thinking about it, maybe I should do something, maybe to increase the number of records, or to not live in this world in vain, but the five-year-old Zhou Qing once again Sitting upright on the boulder
Speaking slowly, he ignored the surprised words of Zong Quan beside him. The real struggle between hundreds of schools of thought should be among the hundreds of schools of thought throughout Zhuxia. Rather than a small group of people’s schools of thought?
“A theory of the sage Zhuangzi? "
"What do you mean, little uncle? ”
Zong Quan also knew a lot about the sage Zhuangzi. However, as a sage of Taoism, most of the theories passed down by Zhuangzi coincided with the various classics of Taoism. Of course, they were influenced by other schools of thought. Influence, some theories are not Taoist.
“Speaking of which, the sages have also been involved in this theory, but it is not as obvious as Zhuangzi. As for the specific reasons, I will think about it in detail. Ichiban, I’ll talk to you again! ”
Zhou Qing shook his head gently, and his mind turned over the classics of Zhuangzi that he had read. Among them, there was an article in "Foreign Things" that once said: The husband is tired of uncovering the pole, and he is interested in drinking water. It is difficult to get a big fish; it is also far away from Dada to serve as a county magistrate.