"Does it make you confused and shocked?"

Zeng Shen's voice was transmitted to Cheng Zhiyuan's ears. Cheng Zhiyuan seemed to be in the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers reflected by the bamboo slips. Zeng Shen's voice was as ethereal as clouds and mist:

"The competition between saints is a competition of truth. This true way of heaven and earth cannot be matched by just a few sophistry."

"Can't you feel the crush!"

The vast voice suddenly shook like thunder, and Cheng Zhiyuan said: "Whether sophistry, paradox, or explanation... no matter what you say..."

"I didn't feel the crush of the Tao."

Cheng Zhiyuan's tone was calm: "Maybe I am already above the Tao."

"ha!"

This time it was Wanzhang.

“Hey….”

He laughed and sighed again.

What I laughed at was Cheng Zhiyuan's arrogance and sighed at was Cheng Zhiyuan's stupidity.

How capable is the sage? Killing a saint with the Ding Qin sword does not mean that Cheng Zhiyuan himself can really be on par with the saint.

Unless this time, Cheng Zhiyuan crushed the saints' truth in theory, he would be truly qualified to compete with these "school leaders".

"Then look at your reason, how many people can be taken away from our hands!"

Wan Zhang's voice was a little remote, but Cheng Zhiyuan refused to suffer a loss if he said a word!

"Since it's a full-time battle, I'll say a few more words!"

"Only King Hui of Liang is willing to listen to the principles of Meng. There is no one in the world who is willing to use the principles of Meng. Mr. Wan Zhang, isn't it sleepwalking here! Where did you come from the people!"

Although Cheng Zhiyuan didn’t smile, this sentence was a naked ridicule!

Meng's truth is useless in reality, and he can only find a sense of existence among mountains, rivers, bamboo slips?

Wan Zhang's expression suddenly became ugly.

The other sages of Meng's family also looked unhappy, but Cheng Zhiyuan said, "Everyone can beat him. I'm the first time I've played this. If I get something wrong, please forgive me!"

snort!

Wan Zhang took a deep breath, and Zeng Shen's voice came again: "Well said! Since that's the case, we won't take care of you."

Cheng Zhiyuan blinked his eyes and really wanted to laugh.

I asked them to forgive me, but they didn't take care of me directly? Don't let me know, saint, why are you so stingy?

It’s a pity that I can’t laugh!

The saints' principles were passed down. Cheng Zhiyuan saw that the world in the mountains, rivers and bamboo slips were interconnected, like the real world but also as hazy as an illusion, with a hint of nothingness.

"This is the Record of the People, and you can also see it as the real world, because as long as it is a place compiled by the Confucian sages, the names of the common people will appear on the Record of the People."

"So, this world was born."

The Confucian world seems not as good as imagined. Cheng Zhiyuan can see that although everyone learns etiquette and music, even common people can hum a sentence or two, sentient beings seem to be worse than the rumored Zhou Gong era.

Some.

"I can't say what's wrong with it."

Cheng Zhiyuan told Qi Diaohui.

Among the bamboo slips in the mountains and rivers, they are both people in the bamboo slips and outsiders, because their names are included in the bamboo slips.

"I'm a strategist?"

Cheng Zhiyuan asked Qi Diaohui, who retained its craftsmanship background and inherited its original identity.

He was the lord of Qi Diao clan, one of the eight veins of Confucianism. In the Record of the People, there were 80,000 people who were influenced by him and supported his principles.

"Eighty thousand people, very few."

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at Zeng Shen’s Confucian Palace. After the clouds and smoke dissipated, the huge fortune that rose in the Confucian Palace showed his ability.

Six hundred thousand!

Six hundred thousand people respect Zeng Shen’s path!

"Therefore, a gentleman does not value the people who promote Taoism, but the people who are shameful; if the people who promote Taoism through wealth and honor?"

"I am afraid that it may be lost if it is poor or humble. If the Tao is promoted by poor or humble, will it be?"

"I am afraid that it will win over the arrogant. A shameful man will be ashamed of his wealth but not his way, and a poor man will be ashamed of his shame..."

Zeng Shen's voice came with the chanting of the people. After listening to it, Cheng Zhiyuan said to Qi Diaohui: "Mr. Qi Diao, why does Mr. Zeng Shen still curse people?"

Qi Diaohui couldn't help laughing.

Zeng Shen’s words meant that he did not value those scholars who came to seek the so-called right path, and went to the right path to get rich and liked evil ways. Whoever scolded him was naturally the one who was right?

Cheng Zhiyuan walked out of the transformation in one step.

Among the bamboo slips of mountains and rivers is the "illusion body" created by Cheng Zhiyuan's name, and the "true body" is still holding the bamboo slips. This is the magic and absurdity of these bamboo slips, and the power of the people's records. This is just

The tip of the iceberg.

Cheng Zhiyuan's name saw those names, and the names of Wanmin moved, and they were like lively people. Cheng Zhiyuan walked over and asked the name of the arrogant Zeng Shen: "Do they have thoughts?"

Zeng Shen's name said: "The people who are included in the records of all people have thoughts. They are the common people. What do you want to ask?"

Cheng Zhiyuan's name asked: "Where are you?"

Zeng Shen's name responded: "I am in the position of a saint."

Cheng Zhiyuan's name asked again: "The saint is in heaven?"

When Zeng Shen heard the name, he thought about it for a while, but still did not come down.

Cheng Zhiyuan's name said: "You occupy the position of God and the Son of Heaven."

Zeng Shen's name responded: "In the Record of All Peoples, there is no name of the Emperor, and the Emperor is the highest and most important, and cannot enter the Record of All Peoples."

Cheng Zhiyuan's name said: "The emperor is the most noble but trapped in a place of Luoyi?"

Zeng Shen's name responded: "Because the rituals and music are broken, there is no way in the world, and the princes do not respect the emperor."

Cheng Zhiyuan's name asked: "Is there any difference between noble and humble in your Confucian Palace?"

Zeng Shen's name responded: "There are differences between rituals and music, and the high and low are high and low. Although the common people cannot fully understand the etiquette, there is no need to be too harsh. Although the doctor knows etiquette, if it breaks the law, it must be punished."

"The world is not established without high or low, and there is no long or young, and there will be chaos. The world governed by saints, the people and the common people are the leaders, know etiquette and music, and everyone has virtue. There will be no war, no bullying, and no sadness and anger.

”

Cheng Zhiyuan's name stopped asking Zeng Shen's name, but found the name of a commoner. The name flashed. Cheng Zhiyuan's name asked: "Are all living beings born with level?"

The commoner's name was without hesitation: "It's true that birds will fly in the sky forever, and sheep on the earth will not grow wings."

Cheng Zhiyuan's name said: "So the sheep invented the bow and arrow and knocked the bird down."

The commoner's name was stunned. He stared at Cheng Zhiyuan blankly, and Cheng Zhiyuan's name grabbed the second person.

"Is the class between the emperor and the princes, the literati and the craftsmen insurmountable?"

The common man's response was also "insurmountable".

"But the Tian family replaced Qi, and the three families divided Jin, and the literati and officials ate the princes, and Qin drove the emperor, because the princes humiliated the emperor. Can't craftsmen be superior to the literati and officials?"

The common man was also stunned.

Zeng Shen felt that Cheng Zhiyuan seemed to have some bad intentions, so he began to recite, so in the bamboo slips of mountains and rivers, Zeng Shen's name shone brightly, and made a huge sound of rituals and music:

"Loyalty is the basis of filial piety? If a filial son does not climb high or walks with danger, he will not be able to rely on his numbness; if he does not laugh carefully, he will not be careful, he will not be able to hide his life, and he will not be pointed at him when he is in the face. Therefore, he is not in the middle of the brink of his fault..."

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't care about the vast rituals and music, nor did Zeng Shen's chant. Cheng Zhiyuan would ask a question every time he was a commoner, and the answer was often not what the commoner answered.

Are the classes in the Warring States Period solidified?

Are scholars and officials born noble?

Why was the emperor humiliated by the princes?

Why do saints preach to the world?

What is your own ideal?

Although the common people found it strange, the saints were still better in governing the world, so they didn't think about it carefully.

Cheng Zhiyuan found some slaves.

"Mr. Zeng Shen, why don't you forgive them as a saint? Since you are acting on behalf of the princes and kings, why not make a fuss about it?"

Cheng Zhiyuan asked: "What crime did they commit?"

Zeng Shen said: "Do you want to release them? You are the leader of the fourth sect of the Legalists, so why do you have such stupid ideas?"

"Since I have become a slave, I have committed a serious sin. This kind of sin is terrible and there will be no misjudgment."

Zeng Shen pointed to the name of a slave: "He killed his father."
To be continued...