Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 555: Chasing the Moon (Part )

After Zhu Wen finished speaking, there was silence on the throne for a while, as if a page was slowly turning.

Then there was the sound of closing the books, and a calm voice spread into the court: "I have read the theory of "Two Heavens" earlier. Today, I heard Mr. Zhu's detailed explanation and found that there are indeed many profound and new points that I have never understood. However, it also did not mention actual evidence, which should not be my omission."

Zhu Wen left the table and bowed: "As I told you three days ago, I will show you now with ice water."

In fact, this is no longer a secret. Although it has not spread throughout the capital, it has been circulated among the ministers. People say that the discussion between the two heavens will be determined by the ice on the pond, which has left countless listeners stunned.

However, now to the saint, this seems to be nothing wrong.

"Mr. Zhu has been pondering on this for ten years. What is the result? Haven't you achieved it yet?" the saint said softly.

Zhu Wen bowed again: "In the vastness of heaven, who dares to speak? I have been pursuing it all my life, like a monkey climbing the moon, but I can never get it. Now I can invite you to see it, which is enough... The principles of heaven are mysterious and mysterious. This empirical evidence should have results, but it may not be true."

The throne was silent for a while.

Zhu Wen left the four volumes on the table, lifted his collar and walked down the jade steps step by step, came to the front of the ministers, then turned around, shook his sleeves lightly, bowed to the height like a minister, and knelt on the ground and said: "I have only one request. If "Two Heavens" is true, I hope to return the good name of Xu Xiang and posthumously confer the title of Duke Wen."

It was as quiet as a dead night in front of Hanyuan Hall.

After a moment, the figure on the throne nodded and said, "Yes."

Zhu Wen stood up, his face still expressionless, except that his eyebrows drooped a little in the cold wind, as if they were covered with light frost, pressing down heavily.

His figure seemed to be a little drooping, but Li Du's face became tense and cold, his eyes staring straight at the ground in front of him, his hands holding the rosary beads were a little pale, he glanced at the purple clothes next to him, Wang Mingyuan's face was slightly pale, he stepped out of the line and reported: "Your Majesty, Haotian's theory has been established, no matter what evidence the two gods find, there is no reason to overturn it, it is difficult to say the word 'true', I ask for your understanding."

After saying this, he knelt down.

As soon as these words were spoken, at least thirty people in the back row knelt down one after another.

However, Zhu Wen seemed not to hear, or he did not care. The philosopher turned around, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He walked on the cold floor and went straight to the Mirror Pool at the end of the temple.

The ministers watched in amazement. As Zhu Wen left, the young scholar lowered his head, holding a copy of The Theory of Two Heavens, and walked to the front of the court, and then climbed the jade steps. Many people suddenly realized at this time that the Confucian robes that represented a wise man were actually worn by this young man.

The barefoot figure in single clothing walked step by step towards the not-too-small imperial pond. When he reached the edge of the pond, he raised his hand and untied his hair crown.

The wind lifted her long gray hair, making it flutter like a flag.

The weather in Shenjing cooled down very quickly. In fact, the pond should have frozen three days ago, but Zhu Wen let them wait for three days.

Regarding the matter of two heavens and one heaven, his attitude of verification is just like his attitude of studying: if you can get it straight, don't seek it in a crooked way. Since the question is whether the heaven is one or two, the only and necessary verification is to really return it to its original state and see whether it is one or two.

This is a very simple truth.

But of course it is a difficult thing, but you have to work hard and try to do it.

Zhu Wen's method of doing this is not difficult to understand. Find a small piece of heaven and earth, and then crush, grind, melt, and decompose it... Continue this process for ten years. When it is completely understood and thrown into the heaven and earth and is no longer similar to any existing thing, it means that you have obtained the essence of heaven and earth.

Then just see if they are one or two.

This small world needs to be closed off and not disturbed by anything. Of course, there also needs to be living beings inside... In short, there are many requirements, big or small. When Zhu Wen entered the Heavenly Tower ten years ago, he obtained such a small world.

It's his own body.

He really didn't know whether it was one or two, and the only person in the world who would never know the final result was himself.

He had no expectations for that. What he was pursuing was not a certain result, but the result itself.

Ten years ago, his best friend whom he regarded as a brother was torn to pieces by a chariot, seven years ago, his wife who had been with him for a long time died of illness, and five days ago, his only student was beheaded in a political struggle... He was used to keeping silent and had no intention of saying anything to others.

Zhu Wen coughed twice, and there was no expression on his inflexible face. He lowered his head and looked at the lake, which reflected his shadow and the pale moon that had just risen at night.

He loosened his body and threw himself towards the crescent moon.

On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Xinsi year of Suolin, Zhu Wen, a philosopher of Tianliyuan, threw himself into the Mirror Pond with his body at the tenth floor of Tianlou. His body disappeared like water and no trace was left. At that moment, all 631 ponds in Shenjing, including the East Pond and the West Pond, froze at the same time.

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At Tianliyuan, Pei Ye looked at the small pond and slowly stood up from under the eaves in a daze.

This quiet round pond right in front of him was gently disturbed by a twig, and then in an instant the crystal ice covered the water. Pei Ye was caught off guard by this scene, but his heart was already hanging in his throat.

In just a few breaths, the result that stunned him appeared before his eyes. The round pond was as still as a small mirror, solidified into a pattern. It was really half ice and half water... This was a Tai Chi picture.

Pei Ye was stunned for a few breaths before he suddenly felt happy. He breathed a sigh of relief and a smile came over his face. He leaned against the pillar for a while, then walked down to the courtyard and tentatively touched the ice in the pond. However, it was just ordinary ice water and could really be crushed.

Here, the feeling of closeness to heaven and earth came to his mind again, and it was clearer than that night. Pei Ye still couldn't understand why. He strolled around and went back to sit under the eaves. Seeing that it was getting dark and the time was almost up, he went to the second floor first.

However, what happened on the second floor today surprised him a little, because the long desk on the table did not seem to be tidied up, the ceramic jar with dried flowers was still placed on the corner, the paper roll was spread out on the desk, and the brush next to it had not been washed.

This was a rare scene in January. Pei Ye walked over to wash his pen, but when he lowered his head, he saw several lines of writing on the paper. The handwriting was very neat, and of course it was Mr. Zhu's handwriting.

But it turned out to be a poem.

Pei Ye looked at it blankly and said:

Who pushed a bright moon up to the green willows that pierce the sky? It shines on my rattan bed, as cool as water, and flies into the jade palace. The mist is cold, the flute and the pipes are light, the wind is gentle, and the jade lock is unfastened. The idle clouds have all disappeared, and the light of the sea and the shadow of the sky meet.

Who believes that there is a medicine for longevity? Su E is newly refined, flying frost condenses into snow. Breaking coral is nothing like looking at the luxuriant and endless fairy laurel. Wash away all worldly desires, cover your body with clear dew, and soak your hair with cold. Then you will be born with flying feathers, and tomorrow you will be in the world, remember not to tell anyone.

A gust of night wind blew by, and the cold and brittle dried flowers in the pottery jar shattered and floated away into the night sky.

Pei Ye subconsciously tried to fish it out but failed, so he had to put the remaining jar back, spread out the "Book of Rites", and sat in front of his desk, waiting with his chin in his hands.

However, Zhu Wen had not come until two quarters past the hour of Xu. Pei Ye was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had just made up for the missed four hours last night, and Mr. Zhu had not asked him to attend a class today.

(End of this chapter)