fifth form

Chapter 1735: Mohist Bamboo Slips
Zhang Xuezhou went to the left, Li Shaojun went to the right, and Gongsun Hong went forward.

The three men held a piece of ignition fuel with the construction waste, as if they were holding a small torch.

Although the brightness of the light provided by this fuel is average, it is sufficient for great practitioners like them, and is not inferior to the brightness of Li Shaojun's night pearl.

Zhang Xuezhou walked all the way to the left, and after carefully passing through two passages, he saw the storage room again.

Perhaps because a top-level automaton called 'Fire' was deployed at this entrance, no large automatons appeared in the rear passage, but only ordinary locks were hung on the door.

Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand and pulled, and the pull-type lock was directly pulled open by him.

This kind of door is too easy to open, and Zhang Xuezhou feels that it is impossible to put anything good in it.

But when he entered the room, he saw only a mess of small wooden and copper parts on the floor.

In terms of real-world craftsmanship, these small parts are a bit rough, but in terms of the technology of this world, these parts are undoubtedly extremely delicate, even difficult for craftsmen to make.

If you are dexterous, you can also use these small parts to assemble some small mechanisms.

Zhang Xuezhou had no interest in these, but after he took a bamboo slip from the many messy parts, he saw that the combination of various parts was engraved on the bamboo slip, and the final result was the creation of a powerful crossbow.

In terms of real-world craftsmanship, there are a lot of tools for long-range shooting, and all kinds of firearms are emerging one after another. If we want to advance the craftsmanship, there are also various early blank tools.

However, social development is different. It is extremely difficult to introduce technology from reality, and there will be various adaptation and matching problems.

The content on the bamboo slips is obviously completely localized.

The ink marks on the bamboo slips are quite old, and the Mohist school may have practiced this technique for dozens or even hundreds of years.

"It's named Ban, and I don't know which predecessor of the Mohist School left it. If it has a name and the craft has never been passed down, it might be worth a lot!"

Zhang Xuezhou had no interest in the parts on the ground, but he was still interested in collecting this kind of information.

If someone wants it, he will sell it or exchange it for something else.

If no one wants it, it won't be a bother for him to take one more roll of bamboo slips.

After chanting a spell, Zhang Xuezhou stuffed the bamboo slips into his bag.

Knowing that these mechanism rooms were different from the treasures he had imagined, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​making a fortune and instead search for information and other things that caught his eye.

Although these rooms are office buildings, to Zhang Xuezhou they look more like research laboratories.

If no accidents had occurred, these laboratories should have contained many finished devices and various materials stored in them.

He opened five mechanism rooms in succession, and when he entered a larger mechanism room, Zhang Xuezhou saw the finished product other than the mechanical man for the first time.

This is a round clock that is nearly half a person's height. The extremely precise pointer has 108 scales, each of which corresponds to a different time segment, refining the time to a standard of nearly half a second.

Zhang Xuezhou fumbled for a while and found the switch, and the round clock started turning again.

The ticking sound of the gears made Zhang Xuezhou a little surprised.

This machine room is also well preserved and not as messy as other machine rooms.

"The Sutra?"

Zhang Xuezhou had previously picked and chosen in the mechanism room and only took a bamboo slip for making a crossbow mechanism.

In this room, theoretical content is involved.

Zhang Xuezhou spent a long time to identify it, but he could only recognize the title of the book.

He sorted out the things and found more than ten bamboo slips.

Zhang Xuezhou was just about to perform a magic trick to collect the bamboo slips as a souvenir when he saw a beam of fire coming from the mechanism room in his direction.

"Mr. Gongsun, have you finished your search?"

When he got closer, Zhang Xuezhou could see Gongsun Hong's face clearly. "Don't mention it, the mechanism rooms are all locked, and my sword is broken." Gongsun Hong complained, "When I opened the mechanism room, I didn't find any treasures, and I couldn't open the room behind, so I went around and came back to find you to open the door!"

"These locks are hanging. You don't need to split them. Just shake them left and right and they will open!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied, which made Gongsun Hong hard to believe for a moment.

He swung back and forth on the lock of the mechanism room, only to see it extend and pop out, and then he realized what mistake he had made.

But since he was already here, Gongsun Hong was not in a hurry to run back.

"Are there any good things in this room?" Gongsun Hong asked.

"There are a few scrolls of bamboo slips. If Mr. Gongsun knows about them, you can come and take a look," Zhang Xuezhou invited.

"The Sutra?"

Compared with Zhang Xuezhou's laborious identification, Gongsun Hong's reading seemed much more fluent.

He flipped through it, then read it through.

"Force is the reason why punishment is so powerful..."

Gongsun Hong's recitation gave Zhang Xuezhou a headache. It was obvious that he was explaining the science of mechanisms and defining his own content.

This is the most confusing part of the content of each major school, as the definitions of terms are different and some content is even in complete conflict with other schools.

You have your opinion, I have mine, and each school develops in a different way.

After Gongsun Hong finished reading one volume, he picked up the second one.

He was obviously very dissatisfied with the content, so he chose other bamboo slips to read through to see if there were any secrets of the mechanical city hidden there.

"All men, regardless of age or status, are ministers of Heaven!"

The second volume recited by Gongsun Hong was full of sermons, telling mortals to fear heaven, obey heaven, and receive heaven's blessings.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that this was similar to the content of a sect.

As long as the word "sky" is replaced by the god Tuer, this will be a more advanced preaching material of Tuerism.

He thought about its uses and felt that after translation, it could be used as a religious model.

But as Gongsun Hong continued to read, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but frown slightly, thinking that this was not something that an ordinary person could write, as it even involved the content of governing the king.

He looked at Gongsun Hong, and saw that Gongsun Hong was also looking at him with a gloomy gaze.

"This is a record of Mohist language written by Xiang Fuzi, a great Mohist scholar," Gongsun Hong said, "The content is quoted from Mo Di, the founder of the Mohist school!"

"Very interesting content," Zhang Xuezhou replied.

"It's just very interesting. If his method works, the world will be ruled by Mohism today," said Gongsun Hong.

"The world of Mohism?"

Zhang Xuezhou came back to his senses and recited a sentence, while Gongsun Hong finished reciting this article and then began to read the content of the next volume of bamboo slips.

The content of this volume involves Ming ghosts, which means proving that there are heavenly ghosts in the world who govern kings, aristocratic families, and nobles. Heaven is responsible for rewards, while ghosts are responsible for punishments.

In this scroll of bamboo slips, Mozi even proved the existence of heaven and ghosts.

"Ghost... this seems to be referring to the demon from outer space!"

Thinking of the era of hundreds of schools of thought when heroes were fighting each other, pondering the sound transmission from the main hall of Zixiao Palace, and seeing the technology tree of the Mohist Mechanical City which was very different from that of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Xuezhou was unable to determine for a moment whether some extraterritorial demon who was good at technology and machinery had descended on this world and then been suppressed to extinction.

If the Mohist Mechanical City was floating across the sea in order to retrieve the suppressed, and thus collided with the Zixiao Palace which was looking for the one to suppress the extraterritorial demons, then some things might make sense.