Volume 1 The Little Boy Who Seeks Learning and the Sword Chapter 125 The Scholar Is Silent and Makes Tea and Talks
Chu Mo suddenly laughed and said, "I'm not very old, but my murderous aura is quite big, is it because of the six people I killed before?"
Ye Fan raised his head and said in a trembling voice: "They don't have to die. β
Chu Mo continued to laugh and said: "People die like lights going out, when the time comes, it will just provide some nutrients for trees and flowers, if you can die like now, it will not be in vain." β
Ye Fan suddenly shouted: "Let go of your mother's fart!What right do you have to deprive others of life and death at will?!"
Chu Mo was not annoyed or angry, took out the flute on his waist, placed it on the square table, and said slowly: "The family of etiquette that has been inherited for a hundred years, the mansion of the sage with the fragrance of books, has a freak, wantonly peddling knowledge, prostituting the government and the opposition, and the family's century-old reputation has been ruined by him. A small vassal state in a corner, although the national strength is not strong, but it is also regarded as the people's livelihood and happiness, and then there was an ambitious king, who did not understand state affairs at all, but he was poor in military affairs, and built a large number of buildings, and in the past few decades, the country's young and strong people have been killed and injured countless times, and the treasury has been squandered. β
Just like this jade flute, its former owner is a high-powered, high-winded and bright festival of a book, but the protΓ©gΓ© was bewitched by the opponent, in order to vote for his favor, he spent countless manpower and material resources in his name to create this jade flute, since then, this two-sleeved breeze, is expected to enter the cabinet to worship the Shangshu lord, the first generation of fame was ruined, and the final end was extremely miserable. β
Ye Fan was silent.
Chu Mo saw evil.
The premise is that he sees the good.
This is to travel through the world, both good and evil.
So what is the position of the world's first scholar who looks like a reader?
Chu Mo continued: "A high-ranking official and literati who has been treacherous and evil for thousands of years, can he write a beautiful character or chant a popular poem?"
"Absolutely. β
"A famous saint who has gone down in history and has been famous for centuries will have some unknown darkness and flaws? Of course, there are. β
Chu Mo picked up the tea, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Everything has a precedent to follow, there is value, and it is naturally divided into a large and low. There is no extreme, and when you talk about the Tao with others, what you are most afraid of is to take all the truth, and you will not see the good at all. Above the temple, between the government and the opposition, those gentlemen and sages, Shangshu Pavilion elders, for their own academic policies, there are countless party disputes, and from the perspective of future generations, the disaster is great, because in these things, they did the same wrong. β
Chu Mo gently poured out the tea that was already a little cool in front of Ye Fan, poured a full cup for him, and continued: "Buddhism pays attention to karma, and there is also a Zen saying that put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, what is a butcher's knife? This is the evil that I have done, and the premise of putting down the butcher's knife is that I know what I do evil, many people do evil but do not know evil, and some people know evil but do evil, in the end, there are countless creatures in this world, which one does not carry a bloody butcher's knife in his hand? It's just a big and small difference, if you want to say let it go, how can it be so simple as touching the lower lip with the upper lip?"
Chu Mowan smiled, "Some people know that they have butcher knives in their hands and are full of sinful karma, not because they don't want to let it go, but because they can't put it." β
Ye Fan suddenly picked up the tea in front of him and drank it all.
Chu Mo smiled and continued to fill it up.
"The sun is at the top, and the people of the world are like withered grass, but they are cheap. β
"Ye Fan, you need to know how you look at the world, and the world will see you. β
Chu Mo took the flute down, tied it around his waist, and said with a smile: "Look at it carefully and see if it is also watching you." β
Ye Fan was silent.
Chu Mo gradually smiled, his expression was serene, he took a sip of tea, and said, "Ye Fan, are you still satisfied with my remarks today?"
Ye Fan suddenly raised his head, his expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Having said so many high-sounding words, it is nothing more than trying to cover up your atrocities of killing to stop killing, how can I be satisfied, how can I be satisfied!"
Chu Mo waved his hand, "The tea is gone, just rest for a while, make a pot of tea first." β
Chu Mo turned his head and shouted at the house, the little fox curled up in the house with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and after hearing Chu Mo's words, he quickly ran out with tears in his eyes.
Ye Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the little fox coming out of the house, it's okay.
After seeing Ye Fan's figure, Hu Xiaoqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he just wanted to shrink into Ye Fan's arms to avoid the destruction of this big devil, but when he saw his eye prompt, the little fox immediately stood in place and did not continue the next action.
Ye Fan rubbed the little fox's head and asked with a smile, "Do you know how to make tea?"
Hu Xiaoqing glanced at Chu Mo, who was sitting precariously, and nodded timidly, "Back to Master, when I was in the Ten Thousand Fox Caves before, I served the old ancestor and my senior sister, and I knew how to make tea. β
The word master was bitten very hard by the little fox.
Chu Mo smiled indifferently and ignored the little fox's clumsy warning.
The little fox looked at Ye Fan's gentle eyes, the panic in his heart suddenly subsided, and after getting Ye Fan's affirmation, he began to work back and forth inside and outside the house, preparing tea for the two.
Chu Mo reminded: "Remember not to use boiling water when making tea, don't give me a scourge on the tip of the last crop of this year." β
The little fox didn't care, thinking that with the master here, even if I hurt me, what can you do with me?
The previous fear of Chu Mo seemed to have disappeared by itself from the moment she saw Ye Fan.
There is a towering tree not far from the yard, the shade is dense, and there are squirrels who keep going back and forth, causing the yellow dog in front of the courtyard to bark wildly, Chu Mo waved his sleeves lightly, and a strong aura was highlighted, knocking the yellow dog under the tree.
He said lightly: "It's really noisy and annoying." β
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and had a general understanding of the temperament of the middle-aged man who looked like a Confucian in front of him.
It seems to be completely spontaneous and uninhibited.
In this case, why does he think of himself as a scholar, and still make tea with himself, isn't this a cocoon?
Chu Mo took the tea served by the little fox first, took a sip, and said with a smile: "The technique is acceptable, it is not bad for this good tea." β
Ye Fan also took a sip and said indifferently: "The little fox is my beloved apprentice, Brother Chu doesn't want to win people's love." β
The little fox suddenly held his head high, looked at Chu Mo with his toes high, and the appearance of the fox was vividly displayed.
Chu Mo pulled up a hint of an intriguing smile, and did not take over the topic, but changed the conversation and said: "Kill one person to save ten thousand, what do you think of this statement?"
Ye Fan said: "It is impossible to be reasonable or legal. β
Chu Mo smiled and asked, "Why?"
Ye Fan said: "A person who is innocent and innocent, no matter what the reason, is guilty of killing, and it is not permissible to be guilty, except for those who violate the rules, they should not wantonly deprive any innocent person of their lives." β
Chu Mo continued to ask: "Killing him can save the lives of 10,000 people, he is innocent, and 10,000 people are also innocent." Which is more important, one person's innocence or 10,000 people's innocence?"
Ye Fan put down the teacup, stretched out his palm, clenched it into a fist, and said slowly: "It's the same weight." β
Chu Mo shook his head and chuckled, his attitude ambiguous.
Ye Fan continued: "Killing innocents is harmful to national law. Harming the law of the country without knowing it, but thinking that what you are doing is a matter of course, your reasoning is untenable. β
Chu Mo said with a straight face: "Then I don't know what Your Excellency should do?"
Ye Fan said in a deep voice: "The focus of this matter should not be placed on that one person, but on the ten thousand people who were saved. If someone wants to harm these 10,000 people, then concentrate on cultivation and be stronger than him. If it is a team, then go to the court and punish it according to law. If it is a natural disaster
If it is **, then hold this person accountable, and it is the right choice to kill one person to save ten thousand people. β
The conversation between the two did not choose to avoid the fox Xiaoqing, the little fox was not walking next to him, not walking, killing and killing, listening to it for a long time, even listening to his head big, and finally simply closed his eyes, silently thinking about the deliciousness of the meat buns, and almost didn't drool out.
Chu Mo smiled again and asked, "Let me put it another way, if there is a boulder on the top of the mountain, an old man lives in the south, and a group of thousands of people live in the north, if you were given a choice, which side would you let this boulder roll to?"
Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "I have to choose, and if there is no other way, I will choose to roll to the old man's side." β
Chu Mo didn't make a fuss when he heard this, but continued to ask in the same tone: "What's the difference between this and killing one to save ten thousand?"
Ye Fan suddenly smiled, shook his head and said: "You are digging a pit for me to jump in, the concept is different, there are no absolutes, the village of thousands of people and one person and one house were destroyed, and the loss of property is of course not equal." Of course, if I don't know any of them, and I can't stop them, I won't interfere with the rolling of the boulder, and it doesn't matter which way it rolls. β
Ye Fan paused for a moment, and suddenly asked rhetorically, "If it were you, how would you choose?"
Chu Mo didn't hesitate at all, and blurted out: "Naturally, it's the old man's side." β
Ye Fan continued to ask, "Why?"
Chu Mo smiled: "You have your answer, why do you still come to ask me?"
Ye Fan drank a cup of tea and replied: "But it's okay to say, the truth is not absolute, let's not say whether I approve it or not, as long as someone can say some truth, that's a good thing." β
Chu Mo arched his hand and praised: "Brother Fan has great kindness. β
Ye Fan accepted it calmly.
Chu Mo didn't think much about it, so he said directly: "All things and all laws have their own value, and the value itself is also divided into high and low, the value of the emperor is greater than that of the people, and the value of the immortals is greater than that of mortals. The law of the country is greater than the family rules, and the principles of the sages are greater than the favors of the market. Naturally, the value of 10,000 people is greater than that of one person, and the fish and the bear's paw cannot be both, and the one who gives up the fish and takes the bear's paw is also, this truth is somewhat simple, but straightforward. β
Ye Fan bowed slightly, and continued to ask: "Then how should we define the value of things themselves?"
Chu Mo replied: "Ask your heart, that's it." β
Ye Fan was silent.
Chu Mo stood up, put away the square table and teapots and teacups, and said calmly: "I came here rashly today because of two things, one is to kill you, and the other is to take this little fox as an apprentice, but you gave me a surprise, so I won't do it myself, you should be grateful." β
Ye Fan also got up, pointed to the outside of the alley, and said with a smile: "You arranged it?"
Chu Mo still smiled, nodded and said, "Not all, but it's about the same, so it's not wrong for you to say that." By the way, I would like to remind you that there should be acquaintances you know. β
Ye Fan stuck his long sword into the ground and asked, "You should know that the lives of people who come in from outside here will not be in danger, why do you have to kill me?"
Chu Mo put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Who knows?"
Then, the Confucian scholar in front of him, who was wearing a long robe and a flute on his waist, walked away leisurely, laughed and said, "Ye Fan, as a thank you, I will send you a word." β
"It's rare to have two dharmas in the world, and in the end it's nothing more than a sentence, I've been wrestling with me for a long time, I'd rather be me!"
Ye Fan picked up the long sword, turned to look directly at the courtyard gate, and muttered, "Is it so important to be me rather than me?"
The little fox didn't know why, and when he saw Chu Mo leaving, he was also relieved, and then pulled the hem of Ye Fan's clothes, and asked curiously, "Master, what does that person mean?"
Ye Fan rubbed Hu Xiaoqing's head and said with a smile: "You don't need to know what it means." β