"The Hundred Schools of Thought's Fates have increased greatly. This is also an opportunity for the Yin-Yang School!" Yin-yang Zi looked at the Hundred Schools of Thought's Fates and was tempted.
The Hundred Schools of Thought's Fates would rise and fall, win and lose. This was the Yin-Yang School of Thought's Fates.
"Then what are we waiting for, Master?" The Little Sorcerer asked excitedly. He looked like he was ready to punch the Confucians, kick the Taoists, and suppress the people of Chang 'an.
"Idiot! Do you think the Yin-Yang School of Thought can challenge the Hundred Schools of Thought alone? " Yin-yang Zi scolded his disciple. "Other than the new Geography School of Thought, every school of thought has been passed down for thousands of years. The Confucian School of Thought also used the imperial power to suppress the other schools of thought. However, the other schools of thought were still not convinced. This is why the Hundred Schools of Thought are fighting today."
"Please teach me, Master!" the Little Sorcerer lowered his head and asked for guidance.
Yin-yang Zi put his palms together and said loudly, "The Hundred Schools of Thought were born at the right time and could not be completely defeated. Even if the Confucian School of Thought suppressed the School of Mo for thousands of years, the School of Thought was still reborn."
The Little Sorcerer nodded as if he understood.
"And the greatest contributor to the revival of the School of Mohism is the Son of Mohism. Therefore, the Son of Mohism is the Son of Destiny of the School of Mohism. The other schools all have similar Sons of Destiny. For example, Li Tai, who founded the School of Geography, the descendant of the Kong Family, who founded the School of Confucianism, Zu Mingjun, who founded the School of Mathematics, and even Xuanzang, who is about to return from the School of Buddhism, also bears the School of Buddhism's Destiny," Yin Yangzi carefully taught.
The Little Sorcerer was overjoyed. According to his master, he was the Son of Fate of the Yin-Yang School of Thought.
"You are not?" Yin-yang Zi poured cold water on his disciple mercilessly. "The Son of Fate is not a blessing from the heavens. You have to fight for it step by step and have enough influence over the Hundred Schools of Thought. Even if I pass the position of Yin-yang Zi to you, you have not made any contributions. How can the other Yin-Yang School of Thought be convinced by you? Even if the Yin-Yang School of Thought listens to your orders, what can you do?"
The Little Sorcerer lowered his head and looked disheartened.
"However, the Son of Fate isn't without weaknesses. As long as it's a human, there will be weaknesses. If a Son of Fate has a weakness, then the Hundred Schools will have a weakness as well. Right now, the Yin-Yang School's mission is to find a Son of Fate with a weakness. Only then will we be able to resolve the situation of the Hundred Schools," Yin-Yang Child said proudly.
"However, it's difficult for ordinary people to meet the son of Mo and the others, let alone observe them carefully and find their flaws," the Little Daoist Master frowned and said.
"We didn't have a chance in the past, but now, a perfect opportunity has arrived. It's said that the Mohists have publicly announced that the next goal of the Mohists is to redefine the time of day, and they must be precise. The other schools of thought are naturally unwilling to let the Mohists take all the credit, and they are all preparing to participate. This is the best opportunity for the Yin-Yang School to observe the Hundred Schools of Thought. Yin Yangzi said confidently. Now that the School of Mohism and Daoism's Yin Yang Fusion Calendar had gained such a great reputation, how could the other schools of thought not be moved? Those who had their own ideas naturally wanted a piece of the pie.
. "Define a day!" The Little Sorcerer was tempted. The calendar could only be used every day, and sometimes, it could only be used when it was necessary. However, the time of the day could be used at all times. This was an unparalleled boost to the reputation of the Hundred Schools. It was no wonder that the other Hundred Schools were moved.
. "" The weather is dry. Be careful of candles. Ten in the morning, dang dang dang! " Just as the master and disciple finished speaking, a night watchman walked past them and called out the time.
"What's going on?" The Little Sorcerer was surprised. Didn't the night watchman just pass by? Why was there still a night watchman calling out the time after only fifteen minutes?
"Little Sorcerer, I don't know what's wrong with the Imperial Court. They want the night watchman to call out the time every second. It's killing me!" The white-haired night watchman said with a miserable expression. In the past, the night watchman would call out the time every two hours. Now, he would call out the time every fifteen minutes, which increased the workload by several times.
Yin-yang Zi frowned. "It seems that the Confucians want a share of the action too!"
Only the Confucians could influence the Imperial Court. The Confucians increased the frequency of the night watchman, making the time accurate to the minute! It made the lives of the common people much more convenient.
"Let's go and take a look. The Daoists have made a huge sundial that shows the time accurately to the minute." Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the streets of Chang 'an. The common people could not help but be in an uproar. The Hundred Schools of Thought were preparing to redefine the time. Now that the Daoists had made their move, the other schools were naturally very happy.
"Accurate to the minute!" Yin-yang Zi raised his eyebrows. He did not expect the Daoists to take a step further. He immediately brought his disciple to check it out.
The crowd came to the street and saw a huge sundial placed in front of an empty space. Under the sun's light, the sundial's shadow fell between the hour of the Nine and the hour of the Nine. Between these two hours, there were two strange symbols. There were also some thin threads between the symbols.
"I heard that these strange symbols are called words! The threads as thin as silk are called seconds. Wherever the sundial points, it represents the time, the hour, the words, and the seconds. "A common person in Chang 'an was surprised. This was probably the most accurate time scale he had ever seen.
"The Daoists have such a deep foundation. They actually have such luck!"
In the crowd, Yin-yang Zi looked at the newest sundial made by the Daoists and could not help but frown. The Confucians had the Imperial Court's luck on their side. If the Yin-Yang School wanted to shake them, it would be like an ant trying to shake a tree. The Daoists' luck was also deep and vigorous. The Yin-Yang School could not find a chance to do so.
"Master, look! That Daoist's Qi is very powerful!" The Little Sorcerer suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a Daoist in front of him.
"Oh no, that's Li Chunfeng!"
Yin-yang Zi's expression changed. He quickly pulled the Little Sorcerer and hid in the crowd. Li Chunfeng was the head of the Daoists. If he noticed the Yin-Yang School, it would be very disadvantageous for them.
Li Chunfeng seemed to have sensed something. He turned around and only saw Yin-yang Zi's figure in Daoist robes. Although he frowned, he did not take it to heart. Since the Inner and Outer Elixir of the Daoists had split, many Daoists were against the Inner Elixir. He turned around and continued talking with Gongshu Hong.
"Thank you for the help of the Gongshu Family. Otherwise, we would have been able to make such an accurate sundial." Li Chunfeng bowed to Gongshu Hong.
In the Tang dynasty, the most advanced craftsmen were the School of Mo and the Gongshu Family. When it came to accurate time, the Daoists and the School of Mo were competitors. The Gongshu Family and the School of Mo were also competitors. The two families chose to work together to make the newest sundial.
"Taoist Master Li, you are too kind. The Gongshu Family can't just stand by and watch the Daoists refine time. This is a matter that benefits the country and the people." Gongshu Hong said loudly.
"It's a pity that it can only be accurate to the second. We still can't do it." Li Chunfeng said regretfully.
The second is the time of a breath. It is the smallest time in the world. The Daoists' newest sundial is already the most accurate unit of time in the world. The Gongshu Family can guarantee that even the School of Mo can't make a more accurate timekeeping tool than this. "Gongshu Hong said proudly.
Li Chunfeng couldn't help but nod in satisfaction. This time, he was following the path of the School of Mo. He wanted to make the School of Mo have no way out. He wanted to take revenge on the School of Mo for taking the credit for the reinvention of the calendar.
"I naturally believe in the Gongshu Family's craftsmanship. However, Merton has always been a genius. If he can make a timekeeping tool that benefits the country and the people, it will be the blessing of the world."
Li Chunfeng said. Although he was very satisfied with the sundial, Mo Jiazi was not to be underestimated. Even if Mo Jiazi could create another miracle, at least this time, the Daoists would win against the Confucians.
"The Daoists' sundial!"
Yu Zhining frowned when he heard the servant's report. The Daoists' timekeeping tool was accurate to the second. This made the Confucians very embarrassed. Could he let the night watchman count the time?
Xu Jingzong immediately added, "Don't worry, Lord Yu. Even if the Daoists' sundial is extremely accurate, the sundial's shortcomings are not solved. First, it will be useless on rainy days and nights. However, the night watchman can still count the time accurately. Secondly, the sundial can only stay in one place. If people need time, do they need to go to the sundial to look at it? They can just look at the sun. However, the night watchman can report the time at any time, anywhere. Although the Confucians lose in accuracy, they are superior in practicality. "
Xu Jingzong's flattery made Yu Zhining feel much better.
"Now, let's see how Mo Jiazi will turn the tables!" Yu Zhining smirked. He had the same thought as Li Chunfeng. Between Confucianism and Taoism, one had achieved the pinnacle of precision while the other had achieved the pinnacle of practicality. They did not believe that the School of Mohism could overturn the situation.
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