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Volume 1 The Handyman in Changshui County Chapter 6 The Nine Grades of Confucianism and Taoism

"Brother Lu!"

Just as Lu Jiuzhang went out, in front of the neighbor's house opposite, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old shouted weakly.

The girl has a delicate appearance and a slim figure, and she looks like a neighbor's little sister.

She is the child of her neighbor Zhao's mother, and she and Lu Jiuzhang have played together since childhood.

From the memory of the previous owner of this body, we learned that this girl was quite a good person.

"Second Brother Lu, I heard about my eldest brother. Please express my condolences. If there is anything you need help with, please tell me."

The little girl looked at Lu Jiuzhang and said solemnly.

"How can I help? No matter how bad Boss Lu is, he is still an official. When he dies, someone from the government will help with the funeral arrangements. What help do you need from a dead girl like you?"

Aunt Zhao, the neighbor, came out with a basin of water and said cursingly, "If you have some free time, go home and embroider and sell it for two more bucks."

The little girl was scolded a few times, stuck out her tongue, and got into the house.

As for the neighbor Aunt Zhao, she didn't even look at Lu Jiuzhang. After she poured the water in the basin on the road, she turned back to the house and closed the door with a bang.

"You damn girl, your elbows are turned out all day long."

"Lu Huaigu is dead, what help do I need from you?"

"That Lu Jiuzhang can't even kill a chicken, why are you talking to him so much?"

"He looks like a five-year-old, but what's the use of being good-looking? Can he have enough to eat? You should give up on that as soon as possible, and just pretend you don't recognize him when you see him in the future."

"..."

Aunt Zhao spoke loudly in the house, and Lu Jiuzhang outside could hear her clearly.

He knew that in name Ma Zhao was scolding his daughter, but in fact she was warning him.

Lu Huaigu was dead, and he was of no use in the eyes of these people, so he naturally had to distance himself.

This is the way of the world and the human heart!

The so-called world harmony is nothing but a lofty ideal.

There are more people like Aunt Zhao.

The so-called common people are nothing more than that!

After smiling bitterly for a moment, Lu Jiuzhang continued to do business.



As mentioned before, although we cannot hold a grand funeral for our eldest brother Lu Huaigu, we must at least pay attention to the ceremony.

Lu Jiuzhang chose nanmu as the material for the spiritual throne.

This kind of nanmu is extremely expensive.

Just a spiritual tablet that is as wide as the palm of an adult's hand and about one foot long would cost Lu Jiuzhang 300 copper coins.

The next step is to make a tombstone, which is made from the best black rock in Changshui County and costs 700 copper plates.

As a result, another tael of silver was gone.

You have to spend money to buy a cemetery. These days, any land of some value has an owner.

Buying a cemetery and hiring someone to dig a grave cost about three taels of silver in total.

Then he asked someone to carry the coffin for burial, and then bought some ghost coins and processed the money, which still cost two taels of silver.

There is money everywhere!

Lu Jiuzhang was not stingy in this regard. After paying the deposit readily, he walked towards the school.



In this world context, going to school is a right that only a few people have.

Most poor families cannot afford even the most basic necessities, or are unwilling to provide them.

Confucius said, there is no distinction between teachings.

But teachers also need to live.

"Master is in the house. Just go in when he asks you to come."

When the boy in sackcloth saw Lu Jiuzhang, he said hurriedly.

"Sorry for bothering you!"

Lu Jiuzhang cupped his hands and entered the house.

Today the students are on holiday, and Master Zhou is also at home.

"Master, I have finished reading the book and will send it to you." Lu Jiuzhang said respectfully.

"Put it on the table."

Master Zhou nodded.

Today Master Zhou is dressed in plain robes, as clean and tidy as ever, giving people a gentle feeling.

"Master, I would like to ask what the ninth level of Confucianism and Taoism does." Lu Jiuzhang asked directly without making polite greetings.

"Ninth grade, well..."

Master Zhou pondered for a moment, "What is Confucianism and Taoism? [Zhou Li] said: Confucianism seeks Taoism for the people. The so-called Taoism is, first, etiquette and music, and second, benevolence and righteousness."

"Putting people first, respecting and trusting each other, being benevolent and orderly, speaking in small words about great righteousness, emphasizing righteousness over profit."

"A Confucian is a person who comes from the position of Situ. He helps people to follow the Yin and Yang, and is a person who enlightens and transforms. He writes in the Six Classics, attaches great importance to its words, and regards Tao as the highest priority."

"..."

Master Zhou loved preaching, and everyone in Changshui County knew this.

He can tell the truth with just one mouthful, and he is half-literate.

An allusion from historical records said that Lu Jiuzhang had a big head, and it took him a while to get to the point.

"The ninth level of Confucianism and Taoism, although not as powerful as heretics, is the foundation of the building. The ninth level is clear words, the eighth level is clear body, the seventh level is clear mind, the sixth level is words, the fifth level is body, and the fourth level is mind."

"Although it is a change of one word, it is a thousand miles away. It is clearly stated - the words of the sages and saints of the Ming Dynasty and the great Confucianism. If you recite the words of the sages, the demons will not invade, the awe-inspiring righteousness will last forever, and everything will be but one."

The word "reason".

"The sea of ​​knowledge appears in the pool of literature, supported by Confucian luck. If the pool is one foot full, you can enter the eighth level."

"Eighth-level enlightened beings are advertised as saints and sages, and all they want is eternal peace. A single word has power. Eight hundred years ago, when evil spirits caused chaos, the eighth-level semi-sage Wang Si suppressed it with a poem.

A great demon of the sixth level."

"..."

Lu Jiuzhang understands this.

The ninth grade of Confucianism is really of no use, it’s just that the words contain Confucian luck.

With the support of talent, you can resist some low-level demons.

Comparing martial arts at the same level, the ninth level of martial arts... is far inferior.

At the eighth level, he was a little more capable.

In addition, there is a pool of literature in the sea of ​​consciousness, and one can enter the eighth level within one foot.

This is somewhat different from Lu Jiuzhang's situation. The literary pool in Lu Jiuzhang's sea of ​​consciousness was nine feet long when it appeared.

According to Master Zhou, Lu Jiuzhang had already entered the eighth rank.

"Master Zhou, what is Kuixing Tower?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Lu Jiuzhang asked.

"Holy Land of Wenge! Changshui County is too small. There are Kuixing Towers in all prefectures and counties, among the official schools. The Kuixing Tower of the Zhou Dynasty is a holy place in the minds of literati. If you have time, go to the official schools in Anxi Prefecture.

, you’ll know.”

Master Zhou did not explain much about this.

The so-called official schools are schools funded by the government.

This is unique to large places. Changshui County's annual tax revenue is too little, it has no money and no famous teachers, and there are not many students after it was established.

After learning these things, Lu Jiuzhang said goodbye and left.

There were still many doubts, but Lu Jiuzhang didn't ask any more questions.

Why does Kuixing Pavilion appear in my mind, and why is my Wenchi nine feet long?

These questions were probably asked by Lu Jiuzhang, but Master Zhou was not clear about them either.

Everyone has some secrets of their own, and these secrets need to be solved by themselves.

When leaving Master Zhou's house, Lu Jiuzhang returned home.

Before my butt was warm, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Brother Lu, it's me, your brother Wang, open the door!"

It's Wang Yunshan's voice.

Why did he come to find me?

Could it be that he came to express his condolences to his elder brother?

Do fair-weather friends also value love and justice so much?

Or maybe the eldest brother is gone and wants to go to a brothel to look for flowers, but there is no one to go with him, so he comes to find Lu Jiuzhang to go with him?
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