Confucian Cultivator Under One Person

Therefore, the number of heaven and earth stops at five!"

Zhou Sheng laughed heartily and said, "What about after 'Heavenly Five'? What about beyond the Five Elements?"

Fu Yuan spread his hands: "That's beyond the comprehension of mortals like you and me!"

Simply put, the "Book of Changes" describes the mysteries of the entire universe. Before the Five Heavens, it is understandable to humans, and after the Five Heavens, it is incomprehensible to humans!

To go to a more extreme point, before Heaven Five, there is the physical world, which is called Qi.

After the five heavens, there is the metaphysical, which is called Tao.

When ordinary people seek the "Tao", what they obtain is the "instrument" before Tianwu. After they attain the Tao and transcend, they continue to seek the "Tao". At that time, what they obtain is the "Tao" after Tianwu, the real "Tao"!

Some people say that we live in three-dimensional space, but adding time and space, this is the fifth dimension... Before the fifth dimension, it is below the fifth dimension, and after the fifth dimension, it is above the fifth dimension.

When Fu Yuan established his mind for heaven and earth, he felt a certain mysterious existence, which was something that mortals could not understand after Tian Wu.

If you can’t understand, then don’t try to understand it, ignore it, and just pretend it doesn’t exist.

"Good, good, good! With the changes in the Zhoutian, I will become the king... With the changes in the Zhoutian, the five will become the king..."

Zhou Sheng laughed heartily and said, "Well said. It's a pity you were born too late. If you were the same generation as the Fourth Brother, he wouldn't have ended up like this..."

Fu Yuan looked at him strangely, as if thinking about something.

Unfortunately, Zhou Sheng did not continue speaking. Instead, he walked out, shaking his head, reciting: "A tree without roots, a flower so beautiful, who would be willing to give up the worldly desires..."

As he walked, he turned into a sparrow, flapped his wings, flew into the sky, and disappeared.

Fu Yuan sat on the electric scooter and pondered for a long time before starting it, crossing the road and stopping in front of the gate of "Tianxia Group".

……

Feng Baobao really "broke" into the Tianxiahui.

When Fu Yuan entered Tianxia Group, he knew where Feng Baobao had gone without asking... The unconscious people along the way directly pointed out the direction.

How reckless!

Fu Yuan was happy and followed the "instructions" to look for it. Then he saw several people huddled together, looking at something.

Fu Yuan also went over to take a look. In the room, Feng Baobao was fighting with someone, and several dragon-pecking spikes were chasing Feng Baobao.

Fu Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Who is this person? He's quite powerful!"

"Jia Zhengyu from Shaanxi is a master invited by the president himself, so he must be very powerful!" Someone among the people watching answered.

"Is this mind control?"

"No, it's impossible to manipulate objects with the power of the mind in such a delicate and intricate way. I think it should be...controlling objects!"

"Imperial object?"

"Since ancient times, masters of object control from various schools have been known to use Qi to nourish specific objects since childhood. With perseverance, these specific objects will eventually become weapons that can be manipulated at will... In ancient times, those who control objects were also known as sword immortals!"

"Oh, that's amazing. How does it compare to the Flowing Cloud Sword?"

"The Liuyun Sword naturally has a method of controlling objects, but based on the foundation of controlling objects, the Liuyun Sword goes a step further. Not only does it use Qi to nourish itself, but it also places its mind and spirit on the sword. Man and sword become one, and the speed far exceeds that of controlling objects. With a thought, the sword is already there."

"I heard that the Liuyun Sword has been lost?"

"The core of the Liuyun Sword has been lost, but the Liuyun Sword's ability to control and transform objects still exists, and the inheritance is still there... No, who are you?"

Finally someone reacted and turned around to ask.

Fu Yuan moved his head back and said, "Don't worry about that for now... Look, it's getting serious!"

In the room, Feng Baobao finally took off her high heels. Holding one in each hand, she easily dodged Jia Zhengyu's dragon-pecking spike and knocked her high heels directly on Jia Zhengyu's head...

"Hiss—" Fu Yuan and several onlookers took a deep breath and said, "High heels are really powerful!"

Everyone nodded in agreement: "How terrifying!"

At this time, in the house, Feng Baobao dealt with Jia Zhengyu, then pointed at the white-haired middle-aged man standing beside him and said, "Uncle, you have been looking at me since just now. Can I see Zhang Chulan?"

The white-haired middle-aged man looked away, toward the door, and said, "The one outside is the one who can make the spirits around me feel fear, and even disobey my orders. This natural deterrent is the righteous spirit. Fu Yuan, Mr. Fu, right?"

"Who is he talking about?"

"Who is Fu Yuan?"

"This name is quite familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere..."

"You're probably talking about me." Fu Yuan stood up, patted the person in front of him on the shoulder, and said, "Excuse me, please make way."

As he spoke, he pushed the door open and walked in, greeting her: "Sister Bao, I'm sorry I'm a step late."

Feng Baobao said calmly: "It's not too late, I haven't found Zhang Chu yet..."

Before he could finish his words, a hole suddenly collapsed in the roof of the room.

When the dust cleared, Zhang Chulan sat on the collapsed ruins, rubbing his head and crying out in pain. Then he saw Feng Baobao and was stunned: "Sister Baoer? You...why are you here?"

Seeing Feng Baobao in such a mess and with injuries all over her body, Zhang Chulan had already guessed what was going on: "You...you are not here to see me, are you?"

As the two of them were talking, Fu Yuan walked up to the white-haired middle-aged man and said, "You are Feng Zhenghao, the president of Tianxia Guild and one of the new ten leaders, Senior Feng, right?"

Feng Zhenghao was also sizing up Fu Yuan. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Your whole aura is filled with righteousness. I was right. You are the Confucian cultivator, Fu Yuan!"

Fu Yuan bowed and said, "Fu Yuan, greetings to Senior Feng."

Feng Zhenghao waved his hand and said, "I don't deserve to be called a senior. Your righteous spirit is a natural counter to my methods. In front of you, all my skills are reduced to seven or eight levels... It's not easy!"

Fu Yuan smiled and said, "You're joking. Aren't the horse immortals outside the pass also powerless in front of you?"

Feng Zhenghao said cheerfully, "Everything in the universe is interdependent and mutually exclusive. I am obsessed with appearances!"

Fu Yuan was polite on the surface, but he felt regretful in his heart. Why didn't Feng Zhenghao recruit him?

Little did they know that Feng Zhenghao was not a fool. Who would recruit a subordinate who was his natural nemesis?

As they were talking, Zhang Chulan finished talking to Feng Baobao, walked over and said, "Brother Fu is here too? President Feng, I'm sorry, you are really very kind to me, but I think I should go back.

It was all a misunderstanding on the company's part before, and you see, I've already signed the contract with them..."

Feng Zhenghao looked at Fu Yuan, then gave up his threat and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, I still like you very much. I'm satisfied to hear your true thoughts. So, please go back with that little girl."

Zhang Chulan looked at him with admiration: "Well, I also want to be a man like the president!"

Feng Zhenghao laughed heartily.

Fu Yuan's hair stood on end, it was so embarrassing!

"Do you all think I'm a fool?" Jia Zhengyu roared with blood all over his head, and suddenly launched a sneak attack from behind Feng Baobao.

Three dragon-pecking spikes pierced Feng Baobao's lower back.

This sudden scene caught everyone off guard.

Feng Baobao could obviously dodge it, but she just stood there motionless... She saw the Dragon-Pecking Cone was about to pierce Feng Baobao's body.

Fu Yuan spoke softly, "Fall!"

"Ding ding dang dang..." The Dragon Pecking Cone lost all its power in an instant and fell directly to the ground with a crisp sound.

"This..." Jia Zhengyu was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Zhenghao's eyes behind his glasses: What you say comes true?

Fu Yuan saluted Feng Zhenghao and said, "Then, President Feng, we will take our leave now!"

Then, he waved to Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, saying, "Are you still not leaving? If you don't leave now, they'll have to pay you compensation!"

"Oh, here they come!" Zhang Chulan quickly called Feng Baobao to follow.

Chapter 54 Destiny

"Sage" is a Confucian term, but the "sage" that Confucianism refers to is not the same as the "sage" that is passed down among people.

The Confucian "sage" is a state that one has reached after cultivating oneself to a certain level.

The "saints" that people talk about are a set of "moral" templates, just like the Buddha statues enshrined in temples. It doesn't matter what the inside is like, but the appearance must be bright and beautiful, and must be the moral role models that people imagine!

In fact, the so-called "morality" was formulated by Confucianism, hoping that everyone would abide by it so that the world could achieve the ideal world of great harmony.

But the world of great harmony is Confucius' ideal. Some officials may abide by "morality" on the surface, but we cannot use the moral template to require all Confucians... Confucians are human beings, people of all kinds and with their own thoughts. You dare not imagine how evil some Confucians can be!

Confucian self-cultivation does not rely on morality, but only on "ritual" to make oneself clear-minded and see one's nature. The better ones draw a bottom line for themselves and know what to do and what not to do!

So, Confucians are not necessarily all upright gentlemen, and there is no standard moral template! Some Confucians even hope that others can be moral role models, so that they can "deceive others with their own methods."

Confucius advocated benevolence, love for oneself and others; he was a sage. Mencius preached righteousness, was arrogant, had a bad temper, and scolded people without mercy; he was also a sage. Dong Zhongshu flattered his superiors and excluded those who disagreed with him; he was also a sage. Zhu Xi annotated the classics and, along with the Cheng brothers, founded Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism, laying the foundation for feudal ethics; he was also a sage. Wang Yangming foolishly tried to wrench bamboo, wrecking it for seven days and nights before realizing it was a futile effort; he was still a sage...

Being a saint has nothing to do with moral standards. Morality is something artificially defined outside of one's heart.

The realm of a saint is merely that of a person who has enlightened his mind and seen his true nature and is sincere. It is just like the Taoist conception of a saint. Does the saintly fetus also need to be measured by moral standards?

Those who think that Confucianism must be done this or that saints must have certain moral standards might as well go to the temple to worship the gods, point at the statues and say that you should be something like that. At least the statues will not refute you!

Also, the "righteousness" in Confucianism's sincerity and uprightness is not the "righteousness" of right and wrong, but the "righteousness" of being upright!

No matter whether you do good or bad things, as long as you have a correct attitude, it is "correcting your mind"!

……

When Fu Yuan and the other two walked out of the "Tianxia Group", Xu San and Xu Si drove up to the door.

Zhang Chulan's attitude towards Feng Baobao has obviously changed. In the past, there was always some exaggerated acting involved, but at least now one can feel some sincerity in it.

Xu San, a shrewd man, noticed this immediately and gave Fu Yuan a puzzled look.

Fu Yuan shook his head slightly and decided to let them talk on their own.

He got on his electric scooter, waved his hand, and said, "It was a wasted trip. I wasn't of much help. I'm going back now. I have something to do..."

At this point, Fu Yuan paused, glanced at Feng Baobao, and thought for a moment before changing his words: "Call me if there's any danger!"

This girl doesn't know how to be polite!

Feng Baobao said seriously: "Okay."

Zhang Chulan also waved enthusiastically: "Anyway, thank you, Fu Yuan!"

Fu Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Not calling me brother anymore?"

Zhang Chulan smiled and said nothing.