Cui Chan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, he didn't dare to nod or shake his head.

Li Baoping quickly entered the "go up the mountain and kill the enemy" mode, thought seriously for a moment, and said: "It's more hateful."

The old scholar nodded and smiled at the little girl: "It's so hateful and pitiful, how much more hateful is it? How much more is pity?"

The little girl thought about it carefully and said, "It's reasonable and legal. Go back and do the math carefully."

The old scholar smiled and asked again: "Li Baoping, it's legal and legal, of course it's not bad, but the question comes again, how do you determine whether the laws of the world are good or bad?"

The little girl was stunned. She seemed to have never had this problem before, but she was not afraid of the stage. She said to the old man: "Old sir, wait for a moment. This problem is the same as the uncle's last time. It's still a bit big. I have to think about it seriously.

!”

The old scholar smiled kindly, nodded and praised: "Good."

Cui Chan looked at the old man's familiar smile and the little girl who was concentrating on her face and snorted coldly.

As expected of Qi Jingchun’s husband and Qi Jingchun’s proud disciple, the legacy has been passed down from generation to generation, and even the teaching atmosphere has the same virtue!

After the old scholar stumped the little girl, he turned to look at Chen Ping'an, who had clear eyes. "In the past, when I was studying and thinking about difficult problems, I liked to think of the bad side first. Today is no exception. Hateful people must have pity. This sentence

There is not much of a problem in itself, but many smart people in the world like to pretend that everyone is drunk and I am alone, and only talk about the pitiful aspects and deliberately ignore the hateful aspects."

"Some people simply show their compassion and compassion indiscriminately, and the 'hateful things' are not inflicted on themselves, so they don't feel so much pain. Instead, they like to point fingers and stand by, asking others to be tolerant. Chen Ping'an, what do you think?

Where is the root of the problem? You must know that many of the people I am talking about have read books and are very knowledgeable. It is impossible to say that some of them are good at talking. Chen Pingan, do you have any ideas? Just say whatever comes to mind.

"

Chen Pingan hesitated to speak, and finally said: "I have nothing to say."

Cui Chan no longer cared about what Chen Pingan's answer was, and began to deduce silently, thinking about why the old man said this.

The old scholar glanced at Li Baoping and Cui Chan on the left and right, and said slowly: "Right and wrong have their own merits and demerits, and the question of good and evil depends on the king of hell. Why do you say this? Because everyone's moral cultivation, growth experience, vision and experience will be different.

People's hearts are ups and downs, how many people dare to claim that their conscience is the most righteous and peaceful?"

"So the Legalists took a shortcut and lowered morality and etiquette to the lowest line. Here, it can only be this high and cannot go any lower."

When the old man said this, he stretched out his hand and drew a line under the table.

"Of course, as I said before, these laws have the possibility of being 'evil laws'. I will not do any derivative development here, otherwise it will be difficult to finish the lecture in three days and three nights. So in the final analysis, the law is dead.

The human heart is alive, but if no one enforces the law, it cannot be dead anymore, so we still have to go up to seek solutions.”

Having said this, the old scholar stretched out his hand again and pointed to the roof.

The old man turned to look at Cui Han, "Do you know why I answered so quickly when you asked that question?"

Which pot should not be opened?

Cui Chan said angrily: "Because you like and value Qi Jingchun more, you feel that my knowledge, Cui Chan, is just a ball of waste paper in the trash can. If you, the literary sage, knead it and spread it flat, you would hate it with dirty hands!"

"

The old man shook his head and said: "Because of your question, I have been thinking about it for many years before you. No matter how I deduced it at that time, there was only one conclusion: the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by ant nests, the floods were flooding, and in the end it was out of control. Because

Not only will you treat the symptoms but not the root cause, but if your knowledge foundation is not solid enough, this knowledge with excellent original intentions will have big problems. For example, a high-rise building, the taller you build it, the more beautiful it will be. Once the foundation is unstable, strong winds will

If you blow it, it will collapse, hurting people even more."

Cui Chan was stunned on the spot, but still a little unconvinced.

The old man sighed and said helplessly: "You have to know that our Confucian Taoism is diseased and not perfect. So many rules, as the world goes by, cannot be fixed once and for all, and will never be easy. This is normal, if the truth is the earliest

The person who said it is the most right and best, what should future generations do? Why study?"

"The methods given by the sages are the most general and the most correct, so they are gentle and beneficial. They are dietary supplements that are beneficial and harmless. However, the premise of dietary supplements is that everyone eats the 'Confucian' food.

right?"

"But sometimes, just like a person, as the body function declines, or due to exposure to wind and sun, he will fall ill. Food supplements can neither provide immediate results nor save lives. This requires medicinal supplements.

"

"However, you need to be very careful when using medicines. They are poisonous. The ancient saints only dared to taste the herbs before they dared to say which herbs and trees were medicines and which were poisons."

"You Cui Han, who is so impatient, are you really willing to put in this effort? Your junior brother Qi Jingchun has reminded you many times that you, Cui Han, are too smart, your heart is as high as the sky, and you never like to work hard in low places. How can this be done?

If you are just a child playing around and just want to be the leader of the academy, then the river you dug, even if the dike is actually full of holes, and when the flood breaks the dike in the end, someone will be able to save you. But once your knowledge, once

When Confucianism and Taoism become the mainstream, if something goes wrong, who will come to the rescue? Me? Or the sage of rites, or the sages of the sage? Even if these few come to the rescue, how can you, Cui Chan, be sure that when the time comes, the saints of Buddhism and Taoism will

, Not to cause chaos? Not to turn this vast world into a world that promotes the teachings of their two religions? "

Cui Chan still refused to admit defeat.

The old scholar was a little tired, "Although I thought of your work knowledge earlier, you immersed yourself in it and thought further than I did. Finally, I also had an idea and thought I could give it a try, so

The real "three or four battles" hidden under the surface are the two great dynasties in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, each promoting "rituals and music" and "merit", and then watching sixty years later, each will win or lose.

, of course, the whole world knows what the outcome will be. I lost, so I have to imprison myself in the Forest of Merit."

Cui Chan's face was full of bewilderment. When he suddenly stood up, he said, "You are lying!"

The old man said calmly: "Forgot again? When debating and arguing with others, your mentality should be upright and peaceful, and don't act out of emotion."

Cui Chan sat back on his stool in despair and murmured: "How could you bet on this, how could I lose..."

The old scholar turned his head and looked across the yard, "Be careful, don't take it seriously."

The tall woman replied lazily: "I know."

The old scholar then took a sip of wine and laughed at himself: "It's okay to drink to drown one's sorrows, but it's even better to use alcohol to strengthen one's courage."

The old scholar put down the wine pot, straightened his clothes, and said slowly: "In this righteous world of ours, there are two words written all over it. Cui Chan, what do you mean?"

Cui Chen simply replied subconsciously: "Order!"

After blurting out the words, Cui Chan was filled with regret and regret.

The old man looked solemn and solemn, nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, etiquette and rules are order. The second saint in my Confucian tradition, the Li Sheng, pursues an order. Everything in the world is orderly and orderly.

These rules were all "snatched" by the Lisheng from the other side of the road with great pains, one by one, horizontally and vertically, and then he built a "broken thatched cottage" as he mocked himself, to protect the common people from the wind and rain. The thatched cottage was very big.

, so big that almost everyone can spend their whole life and reach the deepest level of knowledge without reaching the other side of the wall. It is so big that all practitioners, no matter how high their cultivation level is, cannot touch the roof. So this is the freedom and stability of all living beings.

"

Cui Chan sneered: "As for Qi Jingchun, his knowledge has hit the roof, and as for A Liang, his cultivation has hit the wall. What should we do at this time? What should these people do? These proud men of heaven.

, why can’t you go out of your own way, open the door of the house built by Master Li Sheng, and build a brand new thatched cottage somewhere else?!”

Having said this, Cui Han subconsciously pointed to the door of this room.

At this moment, the young man in white has a sharp face and an imposing aura.

It can be seen that Cui Chan has involuntarily devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. It may even be not only the thoughts of young Cui Chan, but also the most complete subconscious mind of Cui Chan deep in his soul.

The old man smiled and said: "Pursue the absolute freedom in your hearts? Yes, but how sure are you that you can ensure that you will walk through that door in the end instead of smashing the wall with one punch or smashing through the roof? This makes the original helper

The thatched cottage that you protected from the wind and rain and grew to its final height suddenly became precarious with wind and rain leaking from all sides?"

Cui Chen laughed and said: "Old man, you said you have absolute freedom, why do you care about this?! Why do you decide that the new house we built after we demolished the old thatched hut will not be larger and more stable than before?

?”

The old man smiled and said, "Oh? Isn't it that I have returned to the origin of my path? You, Cui Chan, have never even broken my rules, and you still want to break the order of the sage?"

Cui Chan said angrily: "How does this mean that human nature is inherently evil? Old man, you are talking nonsense!"

The old man said calmly: "Don't ask me this question. I'm going to give you a wide berth and take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ask you your own heart while your soul is intact."

Cui Chan was dumbfounded.

In the end, it seemed that between heaven and earth, only two people, old scholar and Chen Pingan, were left, one old and one young, sitting opposite each other.

The old man smiled and said: "The sages of rites want order, and everyone knows the rules. I hope everyone can follow the rules. Later, the wanderers spread knowledge. When the wanderers became a family, there were emperors' schools, and later there were imperial examinations.

Recruiting the common people, teaching them without distinction, provides the possibility of a carp jumping over the dragon's gate, and a poor family will no longer be without a noble son. The rules are comprehensive, hard work, and the further you go, the more people's hearts will wander, the more thankless you will be. Human nature is evil,

There are so many people in the world who put down their chopsticks and scold their mothers after they are full."

The old man looked up at the young man, "So, I am looking for two words, order."

The old man said to himself, "I just want to sort out all the things in the world in a clear order. For example, the crux of the problem is that the saints have taught the world enough "hateful" and "poor" criteria.

, but the world’s people don’t know enough about the distinction between ‘priority’ and ‘sequence’. You didn’t even sort out ‘hateful’ clearly, so you went to care about ‘poor’, how can you do that? Right?”

Chen Pingan nodded.

The old man smiled and asked: "From what it sounds like, isn't the word order far worse than the word order?"

Chen Pingan frowned.

The old man laughed loudly, no matter how much the young man could figure it out, he enjoyed himself and took a sip of wine, "If these two words are placed in the shabby hut of Li Sheng, of course it can only be regarded as patching up, I am exhausted.

He is just a tinkerer of morality, etiquette, and music, but if you put these two words into a larger and broader place, it would be extraordinary."

Chen Pingan asked: "Where?"

The old man lifted the jug and placed it in the center of the table, then spread his palms and slapped it heavily on the table. "From this point of view, the dilapidated hut like the jug is just a resting place along the long river of time. But..."

The old man paused for a moment and said with a smile: "The shape of this long river of time depends on the river bed. Although the two complement each other, there is indeed a 'conditioned dharma' at the same time. There are many sayings in the world about how to flow down the river.
To be continued...