Chapter 135 135. There are still ten hours of waiting, and it feels like there are monkeys crawling all over my body.
Standing in front of the strong man was a farmer with bare feet, straw sandals hanging on his waist, and coarse linen clothes.
No, rather than dressing up as a farmer, judging from the calluses on his hands and feet, this man is a farmer.
But just now others called him [Mozi].
Mozi, whose real name is Mo Zhai (second tone).
The founder of Mohist theory proposed "universal love", "fei Gong", "Shang Xian", "Shang Tong", "Heaven's Will", "Ming Gui", "Fei Ming", "Fei Le", "Festival Burial" ], [frugality] and other views, with universal love as the core, frugality and respecting the virtuous as the fulcrum, a set of scientific theories with outstanding achievements in geometry, physics, and optics were created.
Mohism, together with Confucianism, is called "Xianxue".
The contention of a hundred schools of thought during the Warring States period was known as "both Confucianism and Mohism".
Mo Zhai, who looked like an old farmer, was surrounded by a large number of mechanical beasts made of wood and bronze. Cows, horses, dogs, foxes, and eagles abounded.
Seeing that after a round of volleys, the clothes could only be damaged and had no effect on the tempered body under the clothes, Mo Zhai lowered his head and thought, "It's just to make you rude. It seems that stronger materials are needed." and energy.”
While speaking, Mo Zhai made a waving gesture, and then many machine beasts turned into flowing water. The water flow completely ignored the existence of gravity and directly gathered into the shape of a bronze sword in Mo Zhai's hand.
"I want to get rid of that beast." Mo Zhai asked, "Confucius, are you coming with me?"
Confucius pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "Together, but my students are not around at the moment. It will be more difficult to destroy that area. Your disciples should also be away."
"After [Fire] wakes us up, we are all alone, not just you and me." Mo Zhai looked into the distance, "I plan to search elsewhere to see if any disciples were awakened by [Fire]. Gather them Get up and get rid of that beast again."
"If I meet your disciple on the road, I will tell you where he is."
While speaking, Mo Zhai had already set off, and when the words fell, his figure disappeared without a trace.
Only Confucius with damaged clothes was left in place.
Confucius, whose name was Qiu and whose courtesy name was Zhongni.
The founder of Confucianism has occupied the mainstream of thought in this land for nearly two thousand years.
Mo Di had already gone away, and Confucius had no reason to stay any longer. Just as he was about to leave, a shout came from not far behind him.
"Wait...please wait a moment..."
There was no one else in this place except himself. When he realized that the other party was calling him, Confucius turned around. The first thing he saw were two strangely dressed people.
Not only are his clothes strange, but his hair is also very strangely short.
The ends of the hair are straight, as if they were cut with a sharp weapon rather than burned off by fire. It seems like it should be a choice made independently.
Confucius asked softly, "What's the matter with stopping me?"
Only when he got closer did Mo Hao realize how unusual Confucius' height was.
According to historical records, Confucius was nine feet six inches long, which according to conversion should be between two meters and two meters two.
What kind of concept is that?
Walking on the street, everyone is more than a head shorter than you. Everyone has to look up, and everyone is looking down.
This height alone is enough to generate strong pressure.
He took out the dried meat from his luggage, which was harvested from Prince Qi's palace. Considering that he would stay in Taixu Realm for a while, Mo Hao specially brought food that could be preserved for a long time when he went out.
Mo Hao held the dried meat in both hands and handed it to him respectfully, "I want to learn from you."
Mo Zhai left too quickly and disappeared before he could speak. Judging from the other party's words, he probably left the area. Therefore, the remaining sage Mo Hao naturally could not let the other party leave, and at the same time, he had gone through various considerations.
To join a certain school of thought is not something you can do simply by saying you want to join.
Each doctrine has prerequisites for admission.
Among the hundreds of schools of thought, Confucianism should have the lowest admission standards.
After all, the founder of Confucianism preached "education without distinction" and had many disciples.
Mo Hao also felt nervous, even though the most fundamental purpose of this trip was to find one of the Nine Cauldrons and join a certain sect, hoping to get help from the sages and recast Wang Huo to complete the job transfer mission.
But considering that the environment in Taixu was so chaotic that there was almost no stable walking environment, he felt in his heart that neither Jiuding nor the sages were likely to be encountered in the short term. In addition, he did not have accurate information about the sages. No corresponding plans were made.
After all, a plan made with insufficient information can only be an imperfect fantasy.
However, at this time, Mo Hao had to give it a try, because he could not determine the time when he would meet the sage next time.
After a while, I felt a light touch on my hands, and then heard a question, "Do you know the six arts?"
The six Confucian arts are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and numeracy.
Looking at Mo Hao's appearance, Kong Fuzi felt that they probably didn't know how to be polite and happy, because they didn't salute after the other party called him.
As for music, ordinary civilians don't understand this, and Mo Hao doesn't look like an official.
In fact, Confucius was already prepared that the other party would not know it and would need to teach it from scratch.
The first student who comes to learn from him after being awakened is not a big deal even if he starts teaching from scratch.
But Mo Hao's answer was a bit unexpected, "I have learned some arithmetic, but not others."
In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, people without a certain status and family background could not even learn the Six Arts of Confucianism except for the two knowledges of etiquette and music.
Shooting refers to the military archery technology, five shootings: Baiya, Shenlian, Yanzhu, Xiangchi, and Jingyi.
Chariot, this is the technique of driving chariots and chariots.
Mo Hao had only heard of these two things. He had very little experience with bows and arrows, let alone horses. Before the time travel, he didn't have a rich family to play with horses.
Mo Hao is good at calligraphy and calligraphy, but what he doesn't know is the writing of this world and this era.
Because of the erosion of the Taixu Realm, he can understand the local characters and communicate with the locals, but he cannot write the characters here.
It was an unexpected surprise to hear that Mo Hao knew how to count.
"May I have your name?"
"Mo Hao, no words."
"Okay, just call me teacher from now on." Confucius nodded, "Yes, let's go to the city first to find a place to stay, and then start teaching today."
As soon as he said these words, Mo Hao immediately received the message.
[Job transfer task ③: Searching for talents, completed! 】
(End of chapter)