The 345th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The mortal Liu Wenjian broke through to the Heavenly Emperor Realm. An invincible Emperor suppressed the world and created the era of Shu Mountain.
In less than ten years, sword immortals gradually appeared in the world. They flew in the sky and turned into streams of light to slay demons, save people from plagues, eliminate ghosts, and slay zombies.
The 351st year of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The Great Zhou Dynasty was at its peak. The Dragon Vein System was complete. It gathered the wishes of the people and cultivated the Confucian Dao. The great Confucians and scholars wrote poems and articles that became popular. The more widely they were spread, the more faith they gathered.
This was a dynasty that could shock the world.
There were many imperial examinations in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It emphasized literature and looked down on martial arts. It was glory to pass the imperial examinations. Gradually, there were hundreds of schools of thought and various universities with Confucian scholars as their disciples.
The Confucian Dao could shock the world with their writings. They were officials and were full of righteousness. With a shout, they could rebuke ghosts and gods!
At the beginning of the third month, Wang An, the top scholar of the imperial court, was in high spirits. He traveled on a boat on the Peach River and recited poems with his friends. In his drunken state, he wrote a poem called "The Peach Blossom".
It was written that the Peach Blossom Village stood aloof from worldly affairs. It made people yearn for it. Countless people knew it, prayed, and recited it …
As the days passed, not only did Wang An's cultivation base grow stronger, but his mansion was also filled with strange signs of Heaven and Earth. Soon, a fairyland of peach blossoms could be seen in the mountains and valleys, within which were villages filled with life-like people who were farming and herding livestock.
"The wishes of the people came through the Dragon Vein and condensed into an illusory world in the mansion of the great Confucian who wrote the poem?"
"Unbelievable! This is … I think, therefore I am?! "
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The capital was in an uproar.
All the scholars in the world were astonished.
Talented scholars came to Wang An's mansion and entered the Peach Blossom World. They found that it was as if there were real people inside. They could communicate with them, just like the people in the Peach Blossom Village in the book.
They didn't even know that they were fake people!
Writing amazing poems and praying for the people could gather the world in their books?
The mysteriousness of Confucianism was beyond everyone's imagination!
The Confucian Hundred Schools of Thought had never felt so proud before. Although they had risen to prominence in the past, they were still lagging behind the sword immortal lineage and the Martial Dao lineage. But now, seeing the phenomenon with their own eyes, they felt an indescribable complex sense of pride that surged out.
A student came to ask for guidance.
Wang An liked to drink. Most of the time, he was half-drunk. In his drunken state, he smiled and said, "A book, a world, a tree, a floating life."
He said no more.
That disciple seemed to have understood something. He said to the surrounding students, "Some things don't exist. When there are enough people in the world who believe in them, they will exist …"
It was too profound. Everyone racked their brains and gradually came to a realization.
All living beings believe what is true, and what is false is true?
This was the beauty of the Path of Living Beings.
"It's rare to see such a good piece of writing!"
Someone praised.
The Great Zhou Dynasty was at its peak. It cultivated Confucianism, established the dragon lineage, established official positions, and cultivated the Path of Living Beings. This lineage had infinite possibilities!
The next day, the current prime minister, Hu Rennong, heard of this interesting matter in his residence. He announced it to the world, "Some people will die, but when there are enough people who think of them, they will live in the hearts of others. This is the ultimate path of Confucianism that I have deduced — immortality, eternal existence … I think, therefore I am."
The words were too profound. Metaphysics was idealism.
The literati of the world constantly pondered over it. They seemed to gain an epiphany as they gradually spread their views.
"A book, a world."
This was the cultivation of Confucianism to an extremely profound level.
Writing a stunning essay would gather the wishes and thoughts of all living beings, forming a world in the book under one's brush and ink.
Perhaps, this was the domain of Confucianism that could attack the enemy!
However, it was not easy to form. Furthermore, an overly powerful world needed to gather too much wishes. Only the ordinary village in "The Tale of the Peach Blossom" could easily gather it …
"I think, therefore I am."
Above this, was the ultimate of Confucianism.
When the thoughts of all living beings gathered, they could form the characters in the book. In that case, after one died, it would be like the characters in the book were imprinted in the hearts of all living beings, returning because of the thoughts of all living beings?
With this, one could achieve true immortality!
The stronger one's cultivation, the more wishes needed to gather. 'Without thinking, therefore I am' was the ultimate peak of the literati, the supreme glory!
It was a realm that thousands of literati could only dream of.
In the world, it was rare for someone to reach such a realm.
In the history of the dynasty, the Confucian Saints had great merit, great talent, and opened up an era. Only then would they be mourned by all living beings and be immortal. Only then would they be reborn and enter the ultimate realm of immortality!
"The Path of Confucianism is established on the thoughts of the common people. Without the common people, there would be no Confucianism!"
As long as the common people did not die and the dynasty did not fall, the wishes gathered by the thoughts would not be cut off. The saints that belonged to that dynasty would be immortal and would return as heroic spirits.
During an exchange in the Directorate of Studies, a student exclaimed in admiration. However, he hesitated and was puzzled. "Lord Prime Minister, you actually reached such an ultimate realm more than ten years ago. It is truly admirable. However, you are already a corpse in the graveyard … You who gathered all living beings is like a small Heavenly Dao that stands above the dynasty. Even if your memories, thoughts, and talents are all self, how can you prove that it is your true self? And not another me that resembles me? "
This was a question that troubled countless people.
I am already dead. Even if the wishes of all living beings have my personality and talents, is that really me?
It was terrifying to think about it.
Hu Rennong smiled and asked, "You want to ask: How can I prove that I am me? What do you think? Do you think that 'I think, therefore I am' is the true me or the fake me? "
The student hesitated and a conflicted expression appeared on his face. Regardless of whether it was true or not, the Hundred Schools of Thought seemed to have their reasons and evidence.
"Lord Prime Minister, please point out the wrong path for all the Confucian scholars of the world," many students said.
Hu Rennong stood high up and spoke slowly. His voice was not loud but it was like thunder, shaking people's hearts.
"If you believe that I am me, then I am me. If you don't believe that I am me, then I am not me!"
"It depends on the wishes of all living beings, but it also depends on yourself …" he said softly. Countless people came to a sudden realization and their minds were battered by raging waves.
If the wishes of all living beings gathered and believed that he was the true me, then he was the true me?
If the people didn't believe that I was not the true me, then I was not the true me?
Depends on the people?
Decides based on one's heart?
Reality is not reality, but one's heart affects reality?
Countless people were shocked!
In the end, Hu Rennong quoted Wang An's words. "Some things do not exist in the beginning, but when there are enough people in the world, they will exist."
A student slowly stood up and asked again, "If that is the case, Lord Prime Minister, do you think that your achievements in the world are only limited to entering the ultimate realm of 'I think, therefore I am' after death?"
This question was a little provocative, as if it was deliberately targeted.
However, Hu Rennong only smiled and said, "Not just me, but the people …"
This was a white-haired old man, with his hands behind his back, smiled faintly and said, "After I die, I will be buried in heaven and earth, and a wordless monument will be erected. All the things that happened in my life were biased and unfair when I was alive. All things that happened after death will be judged by future generations."
Hu Rennong continued,
"This is not something that I can decide. If the people really acknowledge me, then I will naturally come back to life. If no one thinks of me, then I am not."
"What is death? When people forget it in history, then it is true death … "
His voice was calm, but it was like a thunderclap. Countless people's expressions changed drastically. The current Prime Minister, Hu Rennong, had been in the realm of Confucianism for the past few years. He had entered an unimaginable realm!
The entire capital was completely shaken.
Another day, Prime Minister Hu Rennong went to the imperial court and reported to His Majesty that Wang An was a shocking talent. He could establish the Imperial Academy and appointed Wang An as the Chancellor of the Empire. With the help of the Peach Blossom, Wang An instantly became an important official of the imperial court.
At this point, the path of Confucianism was completely perfected!
On this day, Hu Rennong preached to the disciples of the imperial court. Someone couldn't help but ask, "The farmer and woman in the Peach Blossom Spring were like real people, but they didn't know that they were characters in the book. They were just illusions … How can we prove that we are not illusions living in another place?"
Hu Rennong had never encountered such a difficult problem, but at this time, he hesitated.
He hesitated for a long time. Suddenly, he held the ink-colored book in his hand and looked at the faint sky outside the window. "How can we prove that we are not playthings created by other living beings? I don't know. Perhaps, our lives are illusions. Our thousands of years of history and civilization are just characters in the dreams of other living beings … "
The white-haired old man murmured. Suddenly, he had a clear idea and burst into laughter. "What joy is there in gaining … What worry is there in losing … Glory is as fleeting as the blink of an eye, as fleeting as a dream!!"
Boom!!
As soon as his words fell, it was like a bolt from the blue.
The wind and clouds surged.
The world changed color.
There seemed to be a vast Dragon Vein gathering. The roaring Golden Dragon of National Destiny soared into the sky. The Gate of Immortality was wide open.
On this day, the preaching shook the capital. The world believed in it. During this period, the discussions were like a tide. The faith was like a surging river, gushing from the Dragon Vein.
Hu Rennong's reputation was even greater. He had finally entered the Heavenly Emperor Realm!
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