Ancient people took poisonous oaths very seriously. When people held the gods of their ancestors in their hearts, the power of self-restraint was unimaginable to modern people.
The poisonous oath is not so much punished by the gods, but rather punished by one's own humanity that has not been annihilated. I am afraid it is difficult for modern people to understand this value, but it is undeniable that when the vast majority of people in society believe in this When values are shared, the relationship between people is definitely the most harmonious.
When everyone has the final bottom line in their hearts, all kinds of strange phenomena will not appear in this society. When everyone is in a dark room and their eyes are as bright as lightning, at least there will be no poisonous milk powder, poisonous milk powder, etc. Sudan red, waste oil...
Because people at that time believed that there was a god watching over everyone's head, forcing people to keep their inner bottom line so as not to sink into devils.
Maybe many people will laugh at this superstitious value, but people should not laugh at the social stability and harmony that this kind of value brings.
Xiao Letian once told people around him that his industrialization will never smash the three sets of stabilizers of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism. In the process of strong industrialization, if the Chinese people lose the last harbor for their souls, Then industrialization will bring the Chinese people into the extremely cruel law of the jungle, and there will be nothing more than killing each other.
How to arm our hands? The answer is natural science and industry.
The answer to how to arm our souls may never be answered.
"I, Xiang Shaolong, swear to God that every word I say is true. If there is a trace of deception, God will strike with five thunders..." After saying this, Lord Long felt that this oath was not strong enough, so he continued.
"If there is any deception, the feng shui of our Xiang family will be cut off from now on, and we will never be able to produce talents... Our ancestors can rest assured of such a poisonous oath."
The ancestor burst into tears and nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay... I believe it, Mr. Long, I believe you..." Before he finished speaking, the ancestor suddenly broke out in sweat. It turned out that the wound was in severe pain again.
"Quickly... let your master boil a bubble. It's already like this, and it won't hurt if you put some earth pressure on it." Master Long scolded his disciples and grandsons who were kneeling on the ground.
Soil, of course, is Tobacco Soil. This drug that is hated by the Chinese people can still save people at certain times, especially for patients who are dying. It has a very good analgesic effect.
Sure enough, as soon as he started smoking, the ancestor's complexion immediately improved.
"Ahem... I didn't expect that my ancestors hated smoke the most, but they tasted it before leaving... Poor Emperor Xian, he has been bullied by such little things all his life..."
"I didn't expect that I would need his help to relieve the pain until I died. How can I explain this?"
Mr. Long smiled slightly, "This is what the literati call the theory of yin and yang. In Westerners' mouths, this is called the theory of contradiction. Everything has two levels, good and bad. Opium can harm people, but opium can also harm people. It can save people. For example, wounded soldiers on the battlefield often die from pain. If there is such a powerful analgesic, then the probability of their survival will be much higher..."
"There is also the foreign gun that you hate the most, ancestor. It is true that foreign guns can destroy our traditional Chinese martial arts, but if you think about it from another angle, why not use foreign guns to protect our traditional good things."
The ancestor's eyes lit up, "Long Ye really learned the great fortune from Prime Minister Xiao in the East China Sea and has seen the great world. Please explain this truth to me."
Long Ye’s idea for the Chinese Jingwu Sect originated from a promise made by Xiao Letian two years ago. During this period, Long Ye and Xiao Letian also communicated many times, and finally determined that the founding principle of the Chinese Jingwu Sect is not to compete with others. But to protect.
Yes, whether the Chinese martial arts community likes it or not, there is one issue that cannot be avoided, and that is the challenge posed by the rise of firearms to traditional fighting machines.
A martial artist who has been practicing martial arts since childhood will not want to break into the palace without twenty years of hard work. As for the musketeers, it takes less than two hours of training to easily kill a master who has practiced martial arts for twenty years.
This is an era of great decline of tradition. We have no way to avoid it. If we want to survive, we must recognize the reality and adapt to this fact.
At this point, the Japanese Ryoma Sakamoto did a good job. Sakamoto Ryoma once said to Naoji Higaki, a member of the Tosa Kinou Party, "In the future, there will be more random fights indoors. I like the Kodachi. The Kodachi is flexible and more practical than the Tachi." "A few days later, Naoji brought the Kodachi to see Ryoma again, but he took out a pistol and said, "This is more powerful than the Kodachi."
Later, after Sakamoto Ryoma became a disciple of Katsu Kaishu, Naoji brought a gun to see Ryoma again. This time Ryoma took out a copy of "The Law of All Nations" "Pistols can only kill the enemy, but this book can revitalize Japan."
Dachi, Kodachi, pistols, law... Just from Sakamoto Ryoma's mental journey during his studies, we can see the great social changes of the Japanese nation after the Black Ship Incident.
"Ancestor, if we want to make progress, we must change and keep changing ourselves. How can we make progress without change?"
The ancestors were dumbfounded, and even the disciples and grandsons outside were dumbfounded.
"If people are fickle, how can we win their trust? Today if I am good at musketry, I will learn musketry, and tomorrow if I am good at cannon, I will learn cannon. There is no end to change, but change will also bring instability to people's hearts. This change What should we do?" The ancestor's tone was obviously not that insistent anymore.
At this time, Long Ye proudly said, "That's not the case. Confucius said that a gentleman follows the times. Time is passing and the social situation is changing every day. Therefore, conforming to the trend of the times is the way of a gentleman! Ancestor, once you decide Once you do something, you want to stick to it, but if you do that, you will fall behind the times in the future.”
Mr. Long is really proud. He has never thought that he would quote the words of a sage. In the past, green forest men were synonymous with a group of rude people, but today Mr. Long can actually quote the words of a sage to explain his own principles. After reading He has really gained a lot from hanging out with Xiao Letian in the past few years.
There was a dead silence both indoors and outdoors. The ancestors and the disciples and grandsons looked at Master Long's head and it was almost a circle of light. When did the green forest tycoon in the west of Beijing become a scholar?
In his mouth, there were not only thoughts about the future of martial arts, but also experiences from foreign countries, as well as the background of the times. At that moment, Master Long had countless literary qualities, which made all the martial arts people present feel dwarfed.
After a moment of silence, the ancestor suddenly laughed. He laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. "Hahaha... cough cough cough... so happy, so happy. When a person is about to die, he can break the illusion and become enlightened. Finally, I have not lived in vain." field."
"Thank you Mr. Long for your righteousness. If it weren't for you, I would probably have to go to see the master with a lot of obsession... I'm so stupid. Why am I so stupid? Why should I worry about who is better in kung fu or foreign guns? , Kung Fu and foreign guns are both tools, and what controls them is our human heart."
"Hahaha... I understand, I understand. I can learn kung fu and foreign guns at the same time. When I need kung fu, I will use kung fu. When I need a foreign gun, I will use a foreign gun. Helplessness is just a tool. Why am I so old and confused?"
Enlightenment, the ancestor finally had an epiphany. It was like a piece of opaque window paper was torn open in front of him, and a brand new world appeared in front of him.
"My unscrupulous sons, listen carefully." The ancestor is definitely having a flashback. His face is rosy now and he is full of energy.
"I obey the order of our ancestors." The courtyard was crowded with disciples and grandchildren, and the house was also full of people.
"From today on, you must work together to assist Mr. Long and Prime Minister Xiao. You must build up the Chinese Jingwu Sect. Don't hide your secrets. Keep all the good Kung Fu I taught you. Don't give up. Use Kung Fu. It’s worth buying an official position for yourself and a stable life for your descendants.”
"You must remember that unless Mr. Long and Prime Minister Xiao want to rebel, you must not go against each other... I can see that Prime Minister Xiao is the understanding person. He is the understanding person who has seen everything in the world."
"Cough cough cough..." The ancestor coughed violently again, and at this time, a trace of fish belly white was exposed on the window lattice, and a new day had finally arrived.
"Take me... to the roof... let me see the sunrise, quickly."
"Master, take a good rest and wait until the injury heals." The apprentices persuaded in a low voice. They knew that the master had the habit of practicing martial arts on the walls of the Forbidden City while watching the sunrise.
Especially on the turret east of the Shenwu Gate, it is the most beautiful place to watch the sunrise in the entire Forbidden City. On countless sunrise mornings, our ancestors looked at the rising red sun, breathed in, practiced meditation, and listened to the sounds of people gradually waking up outside the city wall. Hearing the sounds of the market and the quiet whipping of the three halls behind him, the ancestor felt like he was standing at the center of the entire empire at that moment.
How much he loves that feeling, maybe this is the reason why he has been loyal to the imperial power throughout his life.
"Take me up, I don't have much time, let me take another look..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It's master." Everyone choked and couldn't hold back their sobs. Tears were streaming down their faces. "Master is watching the sunrise, and the disciples are building human towers..."
"Yes..." The disciples and grandsons all over the yard actually built a weirway leading to the roof like a stack of Arhats.
Doctor Buck and several nurses were dumbfounded, especially after the two eldest disciples carried the master and apprentice and stepped on the weirway made of human heads and shoulders. Every disciple and grandson who was stepped on would yell with tears in his eyes, " I’m sending the master to watch the sunrise…”
"I'm sending Master to watch the sunrise... I'm sending Master to watch the sunrise..." The voice was loud and melodious, and tears welled up.
This is the relationship between master and disciple in ancient China. Father and son are not better than father and son. In the end, even Master Long was moved. He held a few wolf-skin mattresses and flew up to the roof, "I've spread the quilt for my ancestors. You lie down softly." point."
"Here comes Mr. Long..." The ancestor was lying on a few wolf skin mattresses, his body leaning against the pouring roof, and in front of him was a gushing red sun.
"It's a new sky, the dark clouds have dispersed... It's a new sky." The red sun has jumped out of the horizon, and the ancestor's emotions suddenly became excited. He clenched his fists and shed tears.
"Your Majesty, the court, take a look, things have changed. You have to strive for your best. I can't protect you, old slave... You have to strive for your best..."
Before he finished speaking, the ancestor lay in Lord Long's arms with his head tilted. The ancestor of the Forbidden City who had experienced the Daoguang, Xianfeng, and Tongzhi dynasties finally passed away and never closed his eyes until his death.
"Master...Master...wuwuwu." The cries in Buck's courtyard were loud.
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This chapter writes about the death of the ancestor. To be honest, I feel very bad. Although the ancestor is a bit old-fashioned, he has the traditional Chinese virtues of loyalty and belief. Although he is pedantic, this moral character is still worthy of praise. , although he is the enemy of the protagonist, he is also a respectable enemy.
