“Confucianism has a lot to learn!”
From midnight to dawn, Dong Zhongshu talked for two hours.
Although Zhang Xuezhou was good at memorizing, he also felt that Confucianism had too much content.
This is not because Zhang Xuezhou cannot remember the relevant content, but because Zhang Xuezhou feels that the content of Confucian practice is hidden here and there, and too much useless content is added.
But if Zhang Xuezhou was asked to say which piece of content was useless, he couldn't tell.
Haoran Zhengqi Jue fits the "righteousness of heaven and earth" mentioned by Dong Zhongshu, but most of what Dong Zhongshu described made Zhang Xuezhou feel that it was inconsistent, and only a small part may be related to it.
"No more, no more, just six kinds of scriptures," Dong Zhongshu said with a smile.
"I feel that there are a lot of complicated contents in the scriptures you describe that can be eliminated. Why don't you remove these contents?" Zhang Xuezhou asked: "This will at least make it easier for people to study."
"You noticed it the first time you heard it?" Dong Zhongshu said in astonishment.
"I can feel it, but I can't be completely sure," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"I can't be sure," Dong Zhongshu said.
"You're not sure either?"
Zhang Xuezhou's expression was slightly astonished. He didn't understand why Confucianism complicated simple practice. Tens of thousands of words were just a part of it. To learn it all, there would be at least a hundred thousand or more words.
This is simply bad news for some students with poor memory.
But Dong Zhongshu was unable to eliminate useless content, which made Zhang Xuezhou stunned. He didn't expect that Dong Zhongshu was also unable to eliminate relevant content.
"It is said that the initial practice of Confucianism was simple and clear, but in order to prevent other schools from stealing it, it became a little more complicated." Dong Zhongshu said: "There is also a theory that the content of the practice was disrupted to avoid Emperor Qin's burning of books."
"But how can we practice if the content is messed up?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.
"This is the beauty of our Confucian practice," Dong Zhongshu said with a smile: "Those who are familiar with these six kinds of scriptures will eventually understand the Tao naturally and will not care about the confusion of the content in the scriptures, or even remember a certain chapter or paragraph. It’s not a problem.”
"magic!"
Zhang Xuezhou gave a thumbs up.
Zhang Xuezhou was amazed by the ability of Confucianism to learn general knowledge, and the chaotic inheritance of this kind of practice secrets was even more amazing by Zhang Xuezhou.
And to be able to understand oneself in the chaotic secret book, Zhang Xuezhou felt that this was almost an inhuman school.
For most schools of thought, everyone wants their secret scriptures to be as complete as possible. They are afraid that a wrong word or a confusing word will lead to a different meaning. However, Confucianism is completely the opposite.
"If you want to put it bluntly, it's just one thing." Dong Zhongshu said with a smile: "The sound of reciting can induce the vibration of the acupoints in the body. Each syllable will bring the meaning of the operation of the acupoints. When this situation lasts for a long time, it will naturally form The operation of the acupoints will lead to entry or produce other powers. In this world, we are not the only Confucian school. There are other schools that have similar knowledge, but they are not as thorough as our Confucian school."
"Why does it feel a bit like cryptography?"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about it for a while, but he quickly put his mind down.
He can practice step by step using the first, second and third steps, and Zhang Xuezhou doesn't care about practicing with his mouth.
After all, his most outstanding qualifications are in rote memorization. If he wants to use it to learn Confucianism, which requires a lot of memorization and recitation, Zhang Xuezhou feels that Confucianism has found the right person.
In addition to being a little unsure about his own understanding, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was very suitable for Confucian practice.
He can recite and he can chatter.
This was something he could do whenever he was bored, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had no problem with it.
What's more, the effects brought by Haoran's Righteous Qi Jue are real.
After leaving the Heavenly Court, Zhang Xuezhou had no green carp to eat, so the effects of Haoran's Righteous Qi Jue could be said to be of endless benefit.
Zhang Xuezhou was extremely envious when he heard Dong Zhongshu mention that he could restore his mana while casting spells. If the spell output was small, his mana would almost never be depleted.
"Other schools of thought don't learn from your Confucian sect. This is simply a bad idea!"
Zhang Xuezhou muttered.
When he saw it was getting brighter, he talked to Dong Zhongshu and then got out of the opened door of the county governor's mansion.
"The brains of other schools of thought are not broken..."
Dong Zhongshu looked at Zhang Xuezhou's unconventional way of walking and shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Zhang Xuezhou's statement.
Even if people from other schools are willing to put aside their scholastic views, it is not that easy to enter the Confucian school.
This is a shift from one mode of practice to another, and few people can adapt as easily as Zhang Xuezhou.
It is even rarer to be able to comprehend things as quickly as Zhang Xuezhou and possess the ability to remember what he has heard.
"No wonder Zhao Bugui likes you!"
Fu Bugui is not very strong, but he is at least the leader of a large school and has half of the inheritance of the Yin Yang family. When choosing a successor, he must meet the requirements even if he is hungry and thirsty.
Dong Zhongshu looked at Zhang Xuezhou and felt satisfied no matter what he looked at.
He felt that it was difficult for him to find fault with Zhang Xuezhou at the moment.
“Absolutely perfect!”
Dong Zhongshu sincerely admired him. The closer he got to Zhang Xuezhou, the more advantages he discovered and the more he liked Zhang Xuezhou.
But his admiration did not last long.
At almost noon, Zhang Xuezhou ran back to the county governor's mansion with a gloomy look on his face.
"Master Dong, do you have any way to make a lot of money?"
A serving of Bigu Powder ingredients is roughly equivalent to the money needed to buy about 80 kilograms of pork.
The price of this material is expensive both in this world and in reality, and coupled with Zhang Xuezhou's failure rate in refining Bigu Powder, the cost of Bigu Powder will be even higher.
Before he returns to the real world, he needs to take at least one serving of Bigu Powder for three days. Even after he wakes up, he needs to take Bigu Powder to stay alive because of hunger.
This caused Zhang Xuezhou to be short of money at the moment.
Only with enough money can he order enough medicinal materials to refine Bigu Powder.
As long as his current state lasts, Zhang Xuezhou needs to prepare for the number of days of Bigu Powder.
If there is not enough Bigu Powder on a certain day, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he is more likely to have an accident.
He has been struggling to survive since his debut. Zhang Xuezhou deeply understands this and makes preparations in advance as much as possible.
But Zhang Xuezhou must say that money is not easy to make.
There is a reason why his father, Zhang Zhong, cannot survive in the city.
Even if he shamelessly lives in the Sheriff's Mansion and gets free meals, it is still difficult to get money.
In Shujun City, there are not many ways to get money into your account.
One is the street vendor, selling meat, cloth, salt, and grain are the mainstream. This involves food and clothing, which is everyone's immediate need.
One is a drugstore. Drinking some medicinal soup when you have some physical problems is something you can't avoid.
One is the blacksmith shop, which requires necessary farm tools, armor and other items, which must be purchased.
Apart from this, there are almost no other businesses in Shu County that generate money.
Zhang Xuezhou wandered around all morning and found no business he could join. If he was asked to work at the pig-killing stall, the money he would be given would not be enough to buy medicinal materials.
If Zhang Xuezhou wanted to go up the mountain to collect medicine, this kind of thing would be impossible.
Firstly, there are many types of medicinal materials. Secondly, it takes a long time to collect the medicinal materials due to the high mountains and dangerous roads. Thirdly, the medicinal materials also need cleaning, drying and other processes, which is not something he can easily do on his own.
Zhang Xuezhou could only choose to purchase medicinal materials, which also gave him more financial needs.
But it is very difficult to meet this demand.
At least Zhang Xuezhou didn't find any way to earn enough money at the moment.
Seeing Dong Zhongshu holding a scroll and reading, Zhang Xuezhou then called for help.
"Earn a lot of money? A monk can always lead a carriage and sell pulp like a peddler." Dong Zhongshu said: "You need to study, and you must study hard. This is what a monk with high moral character should do!"
A man with the appearance of a great Confucian actually degenerated into seeking to make a lot of money. Dong Zhongshu felt that Zhang Xuezhou had gone astray.
