The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 148: Retreat from Chu Mo Master
The problem is before everyone, including Deng Lingxue, the leader of Chu Mo.

Deng Lingxue, who had just killed the horse without hesitation, hesitated.

If one of the people on the tracks or in the carriage was a bad person, he would not hesitate.

But both parties are innocent babies, and in his opinion, choosing either one would be killing the other.

Since it’s so difficult to choose, is it okay not to choose?

No.

If you don't choose, you will have to watch five babies die.

Having the ability to save people but not doing so is a behavior that completely deviates from Mohism and is the target of criticism by Mohists.

Mohists should not stand idly by when things happen, and the leaders of Mohism should be even more so.

The student Deng Ling, who was very famous in the State of Chu, was really troubled and stumped by the question.

Ying Chengjiao watched it quietly.

After Mozi's death, the Mohist school split into three - people called them Qin Mo, Qi Mo and Chu Mo.

Among the three Mos, Chu Mo is the most practical, chivalrous and justice-seeking.

They oppose the strong bullying the weak, the high bullying the low, the big oppressing the small, and the noble looking down on the lowly, and they fight for the weak.

The only thing that can restrain them is the morality in their hearts.

Deng Lingxue wanted to kill him and gave a lot of reasons, but Ying Chengjiao didn't want to defend himself or deny it.

He just wanted to know.

When this Chu Mo tycoon cannot occupy the moral high ground and no matter what he does, it goes against morality, what will he choose?

After struggling, feeling depressed and in pain for a while, the Chu Mo master Deng Lingxue gave the answer in a hoarse voice:

“I still kill horses.”

Ying Chengjiao didn't seem surprised, and asked immediately:
“Horse dead.

“The car flipped over.

"The two babies in the carriage will die.

“Did they do something wrong?

"Could it be that, like me, if they survive, the world will become a worse place?"

"No." Deng Lingxue looked directly into the boy's eyes and answered quickly.

Since he has made the choice, he will face it bravely and not escape.

He saw the young man's mouth curled up, and the smile was a little dazzling, as if he was mocking and ridiculing.

Deng Lingxue has been ridiculed and mocked too many times in his life.

Mohism, which speaks for the people, is an outlier among all schools of thought, and few of the philosophers would pay attention to the grassroots.

He had long been accustomed to it and always ignored it, and his mood was not affected at all.

He liked Qu Yuan's poems, especially the line "The whole world is turbid but I am clear, the whole world is drunk but I am sober."

But today, he felt a pang in his heart.

All the ridicule and mockery in the past for things he disagreed with were meaningless.

He agreed with the sarcasm and ridicule of the young man in front of him...

"Why did the tycoon want to kill them?" Ying Chengjiao leaned forward slightly, and this action would bring a further sense of oppression: "They didn't do anything. They just stayed quietly and honestly in the carriage. The carriage was running normally, so they wouldn't die, right?"

Deng Lingxue had never felt so uncomfortable with lip-to-lip contact. Every time he spoke, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife:
"Choose the lesser of two evils. The death of two babies is less evil than the death of five babies."

"Is this Moshu?" Ying Chengjiao continued to ask with a smile.

"Yes... Mozi said: 'If you can cut off a finger and survive when you encounter a thief, you should do so. This is to gain benefit. Encountering a thief is harmful in itself.'"

"Cheng Jiao doesn't quite understand. Please explain it in more detail, Master."

"What Mozi meant was that if you are in a situation where you will inevitably suffer harm, you should choose the lesser harm. Cutting off a finger is less harmful than losing your life, so cutting off a finger is a gain."

"I heard that in Mohism, 'righteousness' is 'profit' and 'profit' is 'righteousness', so Juzi thinks that he saved five babies with two babies who shouldn't have died, which is in line with morality?"

“This…” Deng Lingxue’s forehead was covered with sweat as he uttered two words with difficulty: “No.”

He couldn't say that killing two innocent babies was morally justifiable.

The boy clapped and chuckled, as if he had seen a very wonderful performance:
"Just now, Ju Zi said that killing two babies and saving five babies is Mohism, and he quoted Mo Zi's words to prove to me that this is an act that does not violate Mohism." "In my shallow understanding, any Mohist behavior is moral, but Ju Zi said that his choice is not moral.

"so."

Ying Chengjiao stopped smiling and asked softly:

"Is Mohism immoral? Or is it that the great masters are immoral?"

The night is late and the world is quiet.

The heavy breathing of Deng Lingxue, the leader of Chu Mo, was very clear.

A moment later, only Lu Buwei, Ying Chengjiao and Kong Bin were left in the house.

Kong Bin looked at the place where Chu Mo stood just now, lost in thought for a while, and suddenly said without thinking:

"Boy, this is the first time Bin sees hope that you can defeat Gongsun Long."

"Just hope?" The boy grinned.

Kong Bin glanced at the young man and said:
"I was blind and made a mistake just now. There is no hope at all."

He stood up and walked out, advising a certain young man as he walked:
"Don't think you can be arrogant just because Deng Lingxue left. You didn't defeat Deng Lingxue today.

"Deng Lingxue is not afraid of you, but for a moment he is unable to face his true self, the real Chu Mo, and the real Mo Xue.

“The moral standards of Deng Ling School are extremely high, but Gongsun Long is completely different from Deng Ling School.

“Qin and Zhao once formed an alliance and agreed to advance and retreat together.

“After the alliance, Qin attacked Wei.

"Zhao not only did not help Qin to fight Wei, but it helped Wei to resist Qin.

"The King of Qin was furious and sent an envoy to ask the King of Zhao why he broke his promise.

"King Zhao knew he had been disrespectful first, and had no words to say, so he asked Gongsun Long.

"Gongsun Long said that Zhao was supposed to protect Wei. According to the Qin-Zhao alliance, Qin could not attack Wei. Attacking Wei would be a breach of the alliance. It was the King of Qin who broke his promise first.

"Do you think you can deceive Gongsun Long with your skills?"

Before he finished speaking, the person was already outside.

The driver who drove Kong Bin had been waiting in the courtyard and led Kong Bin to the guest room.

As he walked, he said:

"How is it? Is it credible?"

Kong Bin turned around and glanced at the bright lights:
"The fall of Zhou and the rise of Qin are unstoppable. If you want to change the inhumanity and injustice of Qin, you can only trust this boy."

The driver lowered his head and sighed:

"You explained that you didn't believe this kid."

Kong Bin remained silent, agreed with the driver, and followed him.

Kong Bin also left, leaving only the master and his disciple in the room.

Lu Buwei called his servant and asked him to fetch the wooden box he had brought.

The servant took the order and left. After a while, he brought the wooden box and placed it respectfully on the table.

Ying Chengjiao was still thinking about what Deng Lingxue was doing and didn't notice much about the big wooden box in front of him.

But soon, the faint smell of blood and stench made him lower his head to search.

His nose told him that both smells came from here.

"Can't this thing be taken out in front of Kong Bin?" Ying Chengjiao asked.

Lü Buwei shook his head, opened the wooden box, and said with a smile:
"Can you guess what it is?"

Ying Chengjiao didn't even wait to speak.

The wooden box had been opened, and the fishy and stinky smell instantly became ten times stronger.

Ying Chengjiao frowned and looked inside the box. It turned out to be a human head...

　Maybe it’s because I’ve been staying up late lately. I have a sore throat. I want to ask for leave, but I’m sorry... I wrote these two thousand words in a daze. Good night, brothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)