Chapter 395 Thank you
There was complete silence inside and outside the Bo's mansion.
But that voice kept echoing in everyone's mind.
Confucianism is not the study of statecraft!
It is the study of cultivating the mind!
Confucianism is dead, burn paper if you have any questions!
Ma Yuan came here on a commission.
Someone found him and said that the Mohist School was ready to open its doors to accept disciples, which was a provocation to our Confucianism. Ma Gong was a famous scholar in the capital and a master of education. We all admire him very much.
Now that some evil sects want to open a private school in the capital, can Ma Gong just sit back and watch?
We are all waiting for Ma Gong to sweep away the evil spirit!
Ma Yuan's private school seemed to be doing well, but in fact it had reached a bottleneck period... The rich and powerful extended their hands one after another and sent their children to him. It was okay to reject one, but it was also okay to reject ten or a hundred...
Ma Yuan couldn't bear it.
He knew the consequences if he opened the door, those playboys would lead his disciples astray.
There is only one solution: expand the scale.
But that costs money!
Need the support of those people.
So here he is.
Just a Mohist, Ma Yuan replied to those people at that time: In the absence of heroes, young men become famous.
Wait for me to go and take a look.
But he never thought Jiang Qingzhi would be so sharp, and his arguments and evidence were backed by facts. But he, and those he represented, were full of big principles, but once you look closely, you can't find any basis for them.
That is to say, it is a blank shot.
Talk nonsense.
Ma Yuan laughed, "I won't argue with you..."
Jiang Qingzhi said calmly: "So, how much does Mr. Ma know about this world?"
"I have dabbled in astronomy and geography." Ma Yuan was well-read and looked at Jiang Qingzhi confidently. "Does Long Wei want to challenge me to a duel?"
Jiang Qingzhi waved his hand, "Get me a boiled egg, and bring me the crystal bottle."
Later, a desk, a priceless crystal bottle, and some boiled eggs were delivered.
Jiang Qingzhi peeled a boiled egg, then took out a few small pieces of paper, lit them up and put them into a crystal bottle, which caused a burst of exclamations.
This is a fucking crystal bottle!
It's worth a fortune, but you treat it like a rough porcelain bottle. Don't you feel bad?
Jiang Qingzhi placed the peeled boiled egg vertically at the mouth of the bottle. Everyone saw that the boiled egg was much larger than the mouth of the bottle.
"What is he going to do?"
"Can you stuff an egg in out of thin air?"
"hehe!"
There was a burst of laughter all around.
The boiled egg blocked the mouth of the bottle, and the faint flame in the bottle slowly went out.
Then, the boiled egg actually kept shrinking.
It was as if an invisible magic hand was pressing the boiled eggs in.
Everyone opened their eyes wide, looking at this incredible scene in disbelief.
The boiled egg slid down slowly and steadily. After an unknown amount of time, there was a plop, and the whole egg fell into the crystal bottle.
Everyone exclaimed, but Ma Yuan looked up, with a strange look in his eyes, "You are performing a magic trick!"
"For things that you don't understand, apart from blaming it on the way of heaven, can you only use magic tricks to explain it?" Jiang Qingzhi sighed, "My Mohist ancestors have been studying the way of heaven and earth for many years, trying to find the origin of this world. After a thousand years, we finally have some clues."
Ma Yuan pointed at the bottle and said with a smile: "Is this the origin of the world?"
"Hahahaha!" His disciples and scholars who followed him laughed.
But the laughter gradually faded under Jiang Qingzhi's cold gaze.
"This world has pressure." Jiang Qingzhi pointed to the empty space around him, "Have you ever thought about where the weight comes from?"
Everyone was confused.
"What are we breathing in and out? Why do we suffocate to death if we don't breathe?"
"That's Qi!" Jiang Qingzhi seemed like a god overlooking all living things, and also like he was preaching: "Inhaling is inhaling invisible gas, which contains things necessary for the human body and is absorbed in the lungs. Then the waste gas in the human body is expelled through exhalation. This is the way of breathing that maintains human life."
Some of the scholars were actually trying to hold their breath, but after a few breaths they were gasping for air. "That's true."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled, "Who would think about breathing on a normal day? They think it is something that exists naturally. But I, the Mohist school, have found the rules of the operation of heaven and earth from it."
Ma Yuan interrupted him, "Please tell me about the wonderful use of this trick, Chief Wilbur."
He still used the magic trick to describe Jiang Qingzhi's test of sucking eggs with a bottle.
"I wanted to give you respect, but I didn't expect you to ask for a beating." Jiang Qingzhi shook his head. He asked someone to get a bowl, lit a piece of paper, and covered the bowl with it.
When he opened it again, flames shot up. Jiang Qingzhi laughed dryly and said, "It's a little early."
He covered the bowl again, and this time took a little longer before removing it.
The fire is out.
"Why was it destroyed?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
No one answered.
Jiang Qingzhi answered his own question, "It's because the bowl covered the paper, isolating the air from the outside. Without the effect of the air, the fire can't continue to burn."
"I put a piece of paper in the bottle before. The burning piece of paper kept absorbing the air in the bottle. In this way, the bottle became empty. There is air outside and it is empty inside, so suction is generated..."
Jiang Qingzhi put a boiled egg at the mouth of the bottle. "There is air outside, so there is pressure. There is no air inside, so the pressure is reduced... One high and one low, a potential difference is formed, and the suction force generated sucks the egg in."
"This is a trick!" said one of Ma Yuan's disciples. "Chang Wei Bo's argument seems reasonable. Do you dare to let me try it?"
Ma Yuan looked at his disciple with approval. He was also puzzled by this incredible phenomenon, and it was just the right time for the disciple to speak.
"Do you dare to change the bottle? Or the egg?" the disciple laughed.
"Take him to the kitchen and let him choose." Jiang Qingzhi said generously. The two disciples went to the kitchen, and Xia Yan came over and whispered: "After the news spread, many scholars came."
Xu Wei smiled and said, "Ma originally came to mess things up, but he actually helped a lot. Master should thank him."
The originally low-key enrollment has now become the focus of attention of the scholars in the capital.
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Ma Yuan with a smile, "We should thank Mr. Ma."
The two disciples came back, each holding a porcelain bottle.
"Maybe an egg?" one of them said.
"Whatever." Zhou Xia said.
A disciple broke open a boiled egg and examined it carefully.
"What a damn mean mind!" Xu Wei sighed.
The two disciples ate half each, smacking their lips and savoring the food carefully. Zhou Xia asked calmly, "Is it delicious?"
The two of them were not embarrassed.
Then they started testing according to Jiang Qingzhi's previous procedures.
Light a few small pieces of paper, put them in a porcelain bottle, and then place a boiled egg upright on the mouth of the bottle.
"The time has come to witness a miracle." Jiang Qingzhi joked.
Everyone stared at the boiled eggs, and when the eggs moved, they heard a cry of surprise.
Ma Yuan clenched his fists. At this moment, he could no longer maintain his composure.
He knew the consequences of today's defeat... From now on, his private school would become a stepping stone for the Mohist school. Whenever people mentioned the Mohist school, they would think of today's failure.
He thought of what the man who asked him to help said: "Mr. Ma just needs to suppress Jiang Qingzhi, and we will naturally build momentum in the capital and throughout the country..."
The Mohist school recruited students, which was similar to the Buddhist and Taoist schools opening their own gates.
Being smashed when the gate was opened was not a good sign. When the news spread to the world, the Confucian school would be greatly strengthened, while the Mohist school would inevitably be defeated.
As one side gained strength, the other side lost strength. As those people in the court took action, Jiang Qingzhi and the Mohists had no choice but to retreat.
What pressure, what anger, what burning... Ma Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, "I have read a lot since I was a child, but I have never heard of these things. The Mohist School has been dormant for thousands of years, and it is interesting to see them come up with these tricks."
The egg suddenly moved.
then……
Slide down slowly.
The smile on Ma Yuan's lips froze.
He watched in disbelief as the egg continued to slide down.
"That's not right!" Ma Yuan hissed, "But the mouth of the bottle is too big?"
But under everyone's watchful eyes, everyone could see clearly that the egg was much larger than the bottle mouth.
Based on the little weight of the egg, anyone with a little common sense would know that this... is not a magic trick!
puff!
The egg on the left fell into the porcelain vase first.
Then the egg on the right is exactly the same.
The two disciples looked at their hands and then at each other.
Jiang Qingzhi walked over, picked up a boiled egg and placed it on the mouth of the bottle.
Everyone was silent.
But everyone knew what he was doing.
Now there is no burning paper, if the egg falls in, it means someone has done something wrong.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qingzhi raised his eyes and looked at Ma Yuan. "Mr. Ma, do you have anything else to say?"
Ma Yuan's lips moved, "You are... this is a trick! Hahahaha! It's just a trick. Did the Mohist school come up with this after thousands of years? Hahahaha!"
No one agreed with him, including his disciples.
Someone whispered, "We can test this matter when we get home. How dare Jiang Qingzhi fake it?"
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Ma Yuan with pity. Then a cheer came from the next room. "My egg fell in, too."
This is the voice of Xiao Zhuo's daughter, Xu Wei's female disciple.
This voice was like the last straw that broke the camel's back for Ma Yuan. He turned around and walked away, faster and faster.
"Chief, Chief!"
Several disciples followed him out in a hurry.
Xu Wei walked out of the side door and said to the hundreds of scholars waiting, "Today, the famous scholar Ma Yuan from the capital came to debate with me on Mohism, and Ma Yuan lost!"
This was a resounding victory.
The disastrous defeat of Ma Yuan, a famous teacher in the capital, meant that Jiang Qingzhi and the Mohist school and Mohist philosophy had suppressed Confucianism and Confucianism.
This was the result that Jiang Qingzhi was willing to pay a huge price for, but he did not expect that his opponent would offer it to him.
"I want to sign up!"
A scholar shouted.
"I'll sign up too!"
When the scholars saw that Ma Yuan, a famous educator in the capital, was defeated by Jiang Qingzhi, they could no longer control their emotions. They no longer cared about Confucianism and swarmed into the courtyard.
"Don't squeeze!"
Xu Wei was squeezed out by the crowd. He caught up with Ma Yuan and said with a smile: "My uncle asked me to tell Mr. Ma and the people behind him a message."
Ma Yuan turned around and looked at him.
"Thank you!"
In the winter of the 28th year of Jiajing's reign, the Mohist school opened its doors to recruit disciples, accepting fifty people.
(End of this chapter)
