I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 350
"crunch..."

With the sound of wood rubbing against each other, Qin Yong stretched out his hand to open the wooden window and door, only to hear a gust of wind blowing towards his face with snowflakes, icy cold.

However, at this moment, Qin Yong only felt refreshed all over his body. Looking intently, the dark world in front of him seemed to become brighter.

Although it is a royal palace, it is different from the scenes in later movies.

In the palace, it is not brightly lit and resplendent.It is not as magnificent as the so-called Great Tang City that never sleeps.

In this era that doesn't know how to generate electricity, there is no light. Even if you get some lamp oil, it is impossible to waste it everywhere in the palace, especially in the middle of the night, when everyone should be asleep.

You know, some people in the mountains can't even afford to burn lamp oil. At night, if the family can light up a bonfire, it is already very remarkable.

In such an era, as the ruler of the world, how could the king be so wasteful?

The night outside was very dark, and ordinary people, even with blood shining, could barely see the way, but Qin Yong's eyes at this moment were extremely bright.

He found that with the small success of the Taishang Invincible Qiankun Art, he felt refreshed, and at the same time, his eyes and eyes were refreshed, and the way he looked at the world seemed to have changed.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to be wearing night vision goggles, looking at the guards of the Huben army standing in the wind and snow.

Seeing them standing like statues in the wind and snow, motionless, if Qin Yong could not see their exhaled breath turning into white mist, he would even wonder whether these people had frozen to death on the spot.

Qin Yong couldn't help being shocked by the quality of a soldier who is facing the wind and standing up to the snow.

Although he has never been a soldier, he has admired soldiers since he was a child, and even has a wish that he must become a soldier when he grows up.

However, I did military training for a few days in college, and after feeling the pain, I was beaten to death and quit.

But even if he doesn't do it, being a soldier still has a strong place in his heart.

It is admirable to be able to withstand that kind of training and persist day after day.

Now, seeing these soldiers in front of him again, Qin Yong just realized that the so-called hardships during his military training were nothing more than petty troubles.

Compared with others, what is that?
I'm afraid that if they want to bring a group of their students here to practice standing posture in this wind and snow, they will all be trembling in a few minutes!
"Hey!"

Qin Yong sighed softly.

In fact, he still has a problem in his mind, or a difficult problem.

Among the choices proposed by the system, he didn't want to fight with Ying Zheng, so he didn't choose to be the king, the reason why he chose to be a sage for a lifetime.

But how could it be so easy to be a saint?

The problem in his mind at this moment is, where should we start?

The so-called 360 lines, every line leads to the champion.

There are literary sages in this text, martial arts sages in martial arts, and craftsmen also have the gods of craftsmen!
Of course he can copy those people's path to success as a sage, but how can this thing be achieved by copying it once?
Qin Yong couldn't help thinking of a name, Wang Yangming, the last saint in Chinese history.

These people became saints because they made great contributions on every different path and passed down through the ages.

But this sage is different. His sage's path is not to create an unprecedented school path, but to study the characteristics of all sages.

That's right, other saints became saints by groping for the path of their own lives, but this saint is groping for the lives of all saints.

For example, Confucius, although he was not the founder of the Confucian school, but because of him, he truly carried forward the Confucian school and became a Confucian sage.

Mozi, who created the theory of Mozi, and the craftsmanship of the Mohist craftsmen, has become the god of craftsmen through the ages.

Lao Tzu, who created a Taoist sect, has stood undefeated for thousands of years.

Sakyamuni created the glory of Buddhism for thousands of years.

Of course, in this era, Buddhism had not yet appeared in China, but Wang Yangming was from the Ming Dynasty. In that era, Buddhism had already existed for thousands of years.

Therefore, regardless of Confucius, or Mozi, or Sakyamuni.Lao Tzu and others have become the existence of Wang Mingyang's research and exploration.

He has never found out his own path to holiness, he has no school of his own.

If there is, perhaps his school is to teach people how to become a saint of a generation, and to open up the road to the sky for future generations to become a saint.

In Wang Yangming's theory, there is such a sentence, if you want to become a saint, you must have a clear mind and see your nature.

This sentence is not difficult to understand, it is to find out what you want deep in your heart, and then make a big ambition, go on step by step, and be steadfast, no matter the suffering.

With great ambitions in mind and the world in mind, one day, you will become a saint.

It is not difficult to understand this sentence, but it is too difficult to implement it.

Especially Qin Yong, who used to think that he had great ambitions.

But only now did he discover that what he did had nothing to do with sanctification at all.

You can't say, let him create a path to become the God of Wealth, right?

So what should one do to become a saint?

At this moment, Qin Yong realized that he was indeed a salted fish. He didn't want to know, but after thinking about it, he realized that he didn't even have a decent ambition in his heart.

Compared with Lao Tzu and Confucius, I am nothing.

Look at Confucius, although he has been scolded for thousands of years as a Confucianist, but he is sour.

With a beautiful dream, he experienced countless hardships. Although he failed to realize his ambition to revive the rituals and music of the Zhou Dynasty in the end, his ambition has influenced thousands of generations to come.

Why can someone be a saint?
That's why!
Looking at Lao Tzu again, he comprehended the way of heaven, saved all living beings, traveled the world, and educated all people.

What is a saint, this is a saint!

Even Wang Mingyang, who doesn't do anything but only knows to study others, has his own great ambitions. He wants to be a saint in the world, and create a path of sainthood.

But as for myself, I don't even know what I want to do, what I can do, no wonder I am worthy of being a salted fish.

Looking at those soldiers standing on the spot outside, towering and ignorant, he felt that he was inferior to others.

Anyway, other people's will is not comparable to my own.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a low coughing sound.

Qin Yong looked intently again, and saw that one of the soldiers was still standing upright, with his back straight, even though he was coughing badly, he was still standing upright.

He covered his mouth with his hands vigorously, as if he didn't want to make a sound, but the sound still came from his nostrils during coughing, and he couldn't cover it at all, so he could only keep the sound as low as possible.

In this scene, I don't know if I was afraid of waking up the people sleeping in Jingquan Palace, or I was afraid of something!
(End of this chapter)