Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun once entered the Confucius Mansion.

It is not the largest place where the Confucius family lived in the city of Confucius, nor the Confucius Mansion in Qufu, but the place where the Confucius Saint lived after he was canonized. Now it belongs to a part of the Confucius Temple.

The Confucius Mansion is often closed and only opened when it is particularly important.

Today, Fang Yun, dressed in blue, came to visit at midnight.

The Confucius house is a big house with nine entrances. On the plaque at the front door is the word "holy house". It is said that after the completion of the Confucius house, it was written by Mencius.

Then there are two doors and screen doors... Fang Yun goes all the way.

Up to the back garden.

In the back garden of the Confucius Mansion, a pavilion stands still, an old man sits alone, a table and a pot of tea.

One night moonlight.

Fang Yun stepped forward, stepped up the steps to the pavilion and looked at the old man.

The old man's hair is draped behind and tied up in the middle by the hair bundle. White hair, black hair, gray hair and silver hair are mixed together. It's not dirty, but it's a little old.

The old man's face was covered with brown age spots like vegetable leaves with spot disease.

The old man's eyes were extremely turbid, like amber in sewage, but at the moment of seeing Fang Yun, the turbidity disappeared and replaced by a pair of black and white eyes like children.

"I've seen Lord Yan." Fang Yun bowed and saluted. He met again.

The old man smiled. Strangely, his face was old, but his teeth were as white as jade and his lips and tongue were as new.

"Sit down and chat." Yan Shenggong flicked his index finger, and a cup slid gently along the slightly notched tea cup and stopped at the edge of the stone table in front of Fang Yun.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this tea cup is so shabby, but in the eyes of Fang Yun, the holy power of the tea cup is like fire, three feet straight.

The teapot flew up and poured clear brown tea into the teacup.

When the tea fell, there was a roar of thunder.

The teapot fell and the tea in the teacup shook gently. It sounded like a tsunami.

In the tea, there is a black tea dragon struggling.

Fang Yun lifted his robe and sat on the stone bench.

"Saint Xie Yan!" Fang Yun was very happy when he saw the tea dragon. He didn't even taste it. He drank it like a cow chewing peony. The tea and the tea dragon went straight to his throat.

Hearing Fang Yun's voice from his throat, he sent out bursts of dragon singing and thunder, which fell straight into his abdomen. The sound spread to all parts of his body, and his skin, muscles, blood vessels, bones and bone marrow were shaking.

This is the dragon tea picked and cultivated by Kong Sheng in those years. It is the most suitable for Terrans and the only one in the world.

Fang Yun held his breath during the whole process. After a while, Fang Yun slowly breathed out.

A white cloud dragon went straight up into the sky and instantly turned into a long cloud, changing its shape in the sky.

"Good tea!"

Fang Yun only felt that his whole body was washed once, which was very comfortable.

"It may not be comparable to Mr. Shang's divine tea." the old man's tone was gentle and very pleasant, like a spring flowing through, without the slightest sense of aging.

"My tea has no advantage except being old," Fang Yun said modestly.

Lord Yan smiled and said, "I don't know what's important about Fang Sheng's visit tonight?"

Fang Yun looked at Sheng Gong Yan and his clear and thorough eyes and said, "recently, students have been thinking about one thing. Are the scholars in this world respecting Kong family or Kong Sheng?"

Over Kong Sheng, a thunderbolt passed in a flash.

Yan Shenggong slowly picked up the cup, took a sip, put it back, and then habitually flicked the side of the cup with his right index finger.

"Fang Sheng thinks that where is the difference between the ancestors of the family and the ancestors of the world?" Yan Shenggong did not look up at Fang Yun and looked directly at the tea dragon in the cup.

"Learn." Fang Yun said only one word.

Yan Shenggong frowned slightly. Then he raised his head and looked at Fang Yun.

"What's the solution?"

Fang Yun raised his mouth slightly and said, "do you know the difference between all races in the world and the human race?"

Lord Yan shook his head slowly and said, "I'm far less knowledgeable than Fang Sheng. I don't dare to show my timidity."

"Cheap."

Lord Yan raised his eyebrows.

Fang Yun explained: "it's self willing and cheap, it's a low head, it's servile."

"Is this... All true?"

Fang Yun said, "of course not. Learning is right and wrong, and cheap is also right and wrong."

Yan Shenggong shook his head again and said, "I'm too weak to understand."

Fangyun Road: "I've traveled all over the world and once met a very interesting ethnic group. This ethnic group is not strong in itself, but it has an extreme temperament and is especially good at internal fighting. This ethnic group has become strong... Well, the full count has been strong for decades, and then it began to live in exile for countless years because of internal fighting. It has been constantly fighting and being suppressed and attacked by other ethnic groups. In the life of exile , this ethnic group created a nihilistic holy ancestor, believing that this holy ancestor is omnipotent, the pioneer of heaven and earth, and the only strongest. "

Lord Yan's eyes moved, but he didn't speak.

Fang Yun laughed: "Sir, I'm sure you'll find the problem. If a non powerful ethnic group continues to fail and create an omnipotent saint, isn't it equal to denying the saint with its own experience? If the saint is really omnipotent and if the saint really sympathizes with them, why not help them? So the people of this ethnic group invented a magical thing, innate sin. They made a false story that their ancestors were perfect and loved by their ancestors. They were reduced to the present because of their mistakes. Everyone in their ethnic group bore the inherent sin of their ancestors. They fled, fought and suffered because of this inherent sin. In other words, they deserved their suffering. "

Sheng Gong Yan exclaimed: "I don't understand this ethnic group, but I have to admit that this ethnic group has excellent means. I conclude that this ethnic group is not strong, but with this virtual holy ancestor, that is, the spiritual common ancestor, they become particularly tough. Once they are given a stable soil, they will take root and survive because of this common ancestor. However, as you said, this ethnic group will eventually survive It's still too willing and cheap to be despised by the human race. "

"Do you think of another possibility?" Fang Yun asked.

After a little thought, Yan Shenggong nodded and said, "yes. This ethnic group is bound to go to two extremes. Either it becomes extra kind because of its innate sin, or it makes its innate sin an excuse for its crime, which becomes hypocritical, cruel and dehumanizing."

Fang Yun said with admiration: "it is worthy of being Lord Yan. Seeing the truth at a glance, this ethnic group has split many times. Indeed, some people have become kind, some have become hypocritical, and some have become cruel."

"However, why do you say you are right or wrong when you despise yourself so much?" Yan Shenggong asked puzzled.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "despise yourself. What if an ethnic group despises even the holy ancestor?"

"Great goodness!" Yan Shenggong engraved it clearly and couldn't help praising it.