Fang Yun had entered the Kong Mansion once before.
It was not the residence of the largest Kong family in Kong City, nor was it the Kong Mansion in Qufu. Instead, it was the residence of Kong Sheng after he became a Saint. It was now part of the Temple of Confucius.
The Kong Mansion was often closed and only opened on important occasions.
Today, Fang Yun came to visit in the middle of the night. He was dressed in green.
The Kong Mansion was a huge mansion with nine entrances. The plaque at the front gate read "Holy Mansion". It was said that Mencius personally inscribed it after the Kong Mansion was built.
After that, there were two gates and a screen door … Fang Yun walked all the way down.
He went all the way to the back garden.
In the back garden of the Kong Mansion, an old man sat alone in a pavilion. There was a table and a pot of tea.
It was a night of moonlight.
Fang Yun stepped forward and walked up the steps to the pavilion. He looked at the old man.
The old man's hair was tied up in the middle. White, black, gray, and silver hair were mixed together. It was not dirty, but it was a little shabby.
The old man's face was covered with brown age spots, like a leaf with a disease.
The old man's eyes were extremely turbid, like amber in muddy water. However, the moment he saw Fang Yun, the turbidity disappeared and was replaced by a pair of eyes that were as clear as a child's.
"Greetings, Duke Yansheng." Fang Yun bowed, just like the last time they met.
The old man smiled. Strangely, his face was old, but his teeth were as white as jade. His lips and tongue were as good as new.
"Sit down and talk." Duke Yansheng flicked his index finger. A teacup with a small crack on the edge slid gently and stopped at the edge of the stone table in front of Fang Yun.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the teacup looked shabby. But in Fang Yun's eyes, the holy power in the teacup was like fire.
The teapot flew up and poured brown tea into the teacup.
The tea fell into the cup and there was a thunderous sound.
The teapot fell and the tea in the teacup swayed gently. The sound was like a tsunami.
Within the tea, there was a black tea dragon struggling with all its might.
Fang Yun lifted his robe and sat on the stone bench.
"Thank you, Duke Yansheng!" Fang Yun looked at the tea dragon and was overjoyed. He did not even taste it. Instead, he drank it all in one gulp. The tea and the dragon went straight down his throat.
Fang Yun heard a thunderous dragon roar coming from his throat. The sound spread to his limbs and bones. His skin, muscles, blood vessels, bones, and marrow were all shaking.
This was the Dragon Tea that was picked by Kong Sheng. It was the most suitable tea for humans....
Fang Yun held his breath throughout the entire process. After a long while, Fang Yun reluctantly exhaled a breath of air.
A white cloud dragon soared into the sky, instantly transforming into a cloud that was thousands of miles long, constantly changing its form in the sky.
"Good tea!"
Fang Yun felt as if his whole body had been cleansed, and he felt incomparably comfortable.
"It might not be as good as Mister Fang's divine tea." The old man's tone was gentle and pleasant to the ears. It was like a flowing spring, without the slightest hint of age.
. "My tea has no other advantages other than being old." Fang Yun said humbly.
Duke Yansheng smiled and said: "I wonder why Duke Yansheng is here tonight?"
Fang Yun looked at Duke Yansheng's clear eyes and said: "Recently, I have been thinking about something. Do the scholars in the world respect the Kong family or Kong Sheng?"
Above Kong Sheng, a thunderous sound came and went.
Duke Yansheng slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip. He put it back and habitually flicked the side of the teacup with his right index finger before taking his hand back.
"Duke Yansheng, what do you think is the difference between my ancestor and the ancestors of the myriad worlds?" Duke Yansheng did not look at Fang Yun. He looked straight at the tea dragon in the cup.
"Learning." Fang Yun only said one word.
Duke Yansheng frowned and looked at Fang Yun.
"What do you mean?"
Fang Yun's lips curled up: "Do you know what is the difference between the races of the myriad worlds and the human race?"
Duke Yansheng shook his head: "Old Man's knowledge is not as profound as Duke Yansheng's, he does not dare to show weakness."
"Lowly."
Duke Yansheng raised his eyebrows.
Fang Yun explained, "I am willing to belittle myself. I am a head lower than others. I am a slave."
"This … is it all like this?"
Fang Yundao: "Of course not. There is right and wrong in learning, and there is also right and wrong in being lowly. "
Duke Yansheng shook his head again: "Old Man's knowledge is shallow, it is hard to understand."
Fang Yundao: "When I traveled the myriad worlds, I once met a very interesting race. This race was not strong, but they were extreme and especially good at infighting. This race was strong … Well, at most, it was strong for a few decades, but then it split because of infighting and began to live in exile for countless years. And because of the infighting, it was constantly suppressed and attacked by other races. In their exile, this race created an illusory divine ancestor, believing that this divine ancestor was omnipotent, the creator of heaven and earth, the only strongest. "
Duke Yansheng's eyes flickered, but he did not say anything.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Mister, you'll definitely notice the problem. If a race that isn't considered strong keeps failing to create an omnipotent Sacred Ancestor, wouldn't that be the same as using their own experiences to deny the Sacred Ancestor? If that divine ancestor was truly omnipotent, if the divine ancestor really pitied them, why didn't he help them? So, this race invented a magical thing, the innate sin. They created a false story, believing that their ancestors were perfect, that they were favored by the divine ancestor, and because of their mistakes, they fell to their current state. Every single one of them bore the innate sins of their ancestors. The reason why they were forced to live in exile, fight among themselves, and suffer was all because of this innate sin. In other words, they deserve all the suffering they've suffered. "
Duke Yansheng exclaimed: "Old Man doesn't understand this race, but he has to admit that this race's methods are brilliant. Old Man concluded that this race was actually not strong, but with the help of this virtual divine ancestor, that is, the common ancestor in spirit, they became exceptionally resilient. Once they were given a stable soil, they would take root and survive because of this common ancestor. However, as you said, this race was too self-deprecating, and was despised by the human race. "
"I wonder if mister has thought of another possibility?" Fang Yun asked.
Duke Yansheng thought for a bit and nodded: "That's right. This race will go to two extremes, either they become exceptionally kind because of the innate sin, or they use the innate sin as an excuse to commit crimes, thus becoming hypocritical or cruel, losing their humanity. "
Fang Yun praised: "As expected of Duke Yansheng, you saw the truth with one glance. This race has split many times, some became kind, some became hypocritical, and some became cruel."
"However, why do you say there is right and wrong when they are so self-deprecating?" Duke Yansheng was confused.
Fang Yun smiled and said: "Self-Deprecation is self-deprecating, then what if a race also deprecates their divine ancestor?"
"Great!" Duke Yansheng immediately understood and praised.
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