Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 66: On (Part )
He Bo sat at the source of Guan River, quietly soaking his feet and waiting.

When the food in the bowl is almost in his mouth, the greedy ghosts and gods set their eyes on the food in the pot.

Although the accumulated incense was quickly handed over,

But the progress bar is also absorbed very quickly.

One goes from one to the other,

He Bo was not squeezed or excluded in this mountain.

He leaned back, supporting his body with his arms, to tease the birds flying in the woods, and to drive away the fish that came over to suck on his feet.

until,

A group of people appeared in front of He Bo.

He was surprised and asked, "Will there be hunters coming to such a deep mountain?"

Those men were dressed smartly, holding weapons in their hands, and had a few dead rabbits hanging around their waists. It was obvious that they were not going into the mountains to collect herbs.

Xiang Liqin and others did not expect that there were other people lurking in such a deep mountain.

They came here to collect raw materials and also wanted to take the opportunity to understand the situation in the mountains. So, relying on the Mohist's traditional military power, they followed the mountain stream all the way to this place.

"May I ask, what are you doing here, sir?"

Maybe it was because he had been using the "Tubo" facial features more often in recent days, He Bo looked quite serious in his leather suit at this moment, and he even had a beard under his chin.

It’s just that his actions at this moment are somewhat inconsistent with his appearance.

But these are small things.

Who in the world stipulates that if you look serious, you can't act casually?

Anyway, don't do it like last time, when you put on a bold and inhuman image and were caught by Gongzi Chao, and had to keep it up to preserve your reputation!
Until now, He Bo has called himself "Guanhe Hebo" to Gongzi Chao, and is unwilling to reveal his other identities!
"I am a herbalist from Tongdi. What are you doing here?"

He Bo remained expressionless and asked them back.

Xiang Liqin and others knew the location of Tongdi, which was actually not too far from Niecheng.

It's just that one is in Han and the other is in Zhao. Traveling across the border like this is not as easy as it is for them to come to Gaolang from Yangyi.

Yangyi is already in the hands of Zhao State, how can we escape?

Therefore, the supervision was lax, and Yangyi was turned into a deserted city overnight and then controlled by the State of Zhao.

Therefore, Xiang Liqin and others believed that if this was true, the other party must be very skilled in martial arts.

However, the other party looked fair-skinned, with clean hands and feet, and an air of a nobleman. Where did his martial arts come from, and how did he get here?

Xiang Liqin and the others did not seek to understand, but simply said, "We are here to explore the mountain and collect raw materials. We want to make some useful tools for Nirvana City to assist the wise man's rule."

He Bo laughed and said, "Is there a wise man in Nirvana City?"

"Gong Zichao's reputation has spread to many places!"

then,

He Bo laughed even louder.

He turned around, sat cross-legged, and stroked his beard. "You came from other places and can make tools. I think you must be very capable people."

"Yes, we are disciples of the Mohist School!"

Suichao proudly stated his identity.

Nowadays, the most famous schools of thought in the world are only Confucianism and Mohism.

Although Mohist disciples stressed frugality and simplicity and interacting more with the common people, it did not mean that they had to bow down to the nobles.

The Mohists have their own pride, they dress simply and have calloused hands, but this is just the attitude towards life they have chosen.

He Bo almost pulled his beard out after hearing this.

"It turns out to be the Mohist School!"

"I have heard of Mozi's name. Is he doing well now?"

When He Bo was still a human being, he did not have a very deep knowledge. He only knew that among all the philosophers, Lao Tzu was the oldest and that Confucius once asked Lao Tzu about etiquette. Both of them lived in the late Spring and Autumn Period.

At this time, they had all passed away.

Mozi once studied Confucianism and then formed his own school, so he should be much younger than Confucius and closer to the current era.

He Bo couldn't help but think: Could it be that I can still meet such a great sage today?

Instead, Xiang Liqin became sad, "Mozi was my teacher's teacher, and he has been dead for twenty years."

If Mozi were still alive,

How could the Mohist school be divided into three parts?

He Bo was very disappointed and said with emotion, "I am confined to one place and cannot see the world. I also wanted to learn from Mozi and understand the world, but in the end I came a step too late."

But this is also a good thing.

After all, the founders of Confucianism and Mohism were both good at speaking and fighting.

If He Bo could not win the argument with these two saints, and did not use the power of ghosts and gods, but only used the strength he should have in human form, he would probably still not be able to defeat them. As for the sub-sages who came after him, Mencius could talk but not fight, and Zhuangzi could say he was too lazy to fight. In a simple duel, he still had some chance of winning.

Who made the scholars sit and discuss at this time, but always couldn't help but take action?

He Bo always has to prepare for a rainy day.

"You are Mozi's disciples, so you should have inherited Mozi's teachings. Can you explain them to me?"

Countless analyses in later generations,
How can it compare to what Mozi’s disciples said in person?

Moreover, although the book "Mozi" has been circulated in later generations, it has been sealed for too long, and He Bo cannot guarantee that the book is complete and intact in later generations.

Since he wanted to preserve the wisdom of the ancients for future generations, he naturally had to seek the original as much as possible.

"I can use this refined salt in exchange."

After taking control of Tongdi Mountain, He Bo, in addition to building a hell in the mountain, also collected salt rocks in the mountains and refined some salt. What he was considering was the current situation.

Salt is a precious thing. He Bo used it to exchange valuable knowledge with wise men passing by Zhangshui. It can't be said that he took advantage of his status to get it for free.

Ximen Bao and Gongzi Chao lived on both sides of the Zhang River for a long time and relied on the diversion of the Zhang River for their livelihood. Naturally, they did not have such treatment.

"Salt like this is like snow from the sky. It is so precious."

Xiang Liqin took a look at the transaction item handed over by He Bo. Although he was tempted and surprised that the other party had the ability to make salt, he did not accept it.

"Mozi once said that he wanted everyone in the world to understand his principles, so that ordinary people could also have wisdom."

"As a disciple of the Mohist school, how dare I disobey the teachings of the sages and use their wisdom to seek personal gain?"

"It is a happy thing for me that a gentleman wants to understand the Mohist doctrine. How can it be regarded as a transaction?"

So He Bo took back the bag of salt.

"What you said makes sense. I guess you are someone of high status in the Mo family!"

Sui Chao couldn't help but say, "My teacher is the current leader of the Mohist School!"

The Mohist school split, and the number of "giants" who were regarded as leaders of the school increased.

There is one in Qi, one in Chu, and now there is one in Zhao as well.

“He is indeed a big shot!”

He Bo blinked and felt that he had indeed gotten something good out of his foot bath today.

"Please come forward and give me your guidance!"

He Bo pointed to the seat opposite him.

The stone he chose was large and flat, large enough for two adults to sit facing each other.

So Xiang Liqin climbed up the huge rock and sat down with He Bo to discuss Taoism.

"I haven't done much research on Mozi's wisdom, so please feel free to explain it so that I can get a rough idea of the whole picture, and then I can understand it in depth."

"can!"

Xiang Liqin agreed to He Bo's request and told He Bo about Mozi and the life experience and wisdom summarized by his disciples.

He Bo listened and kept these words in mind.

It’s just that Xiang Liqin and others didn’t have the bamboo slips that recorded Mozi’s words and deeds with them, so they could only narrate them orally, which sounded more colloquial and didn’t reveal much literary talent.

He Bo thought that he could write it down and then slowly organize it into formal text.

Ok,
Let Ximen Bao do it.

Not now.

After he dies, there will be plenty of time for He Bo to deal with these things!
……

"There's something I'm not clear on."

After Xiang Liqin finished speaking, He Bo and others raised their hands to ask questions.

"please say."

Xiang Liqin also had a good impression of this gentleman who appeared here inexplicably and was obviously not an ordinary person.

At least he had promoted the ideas of Mohism to many nobles, but the feedback he received was mostly disdain or drowsiness.

This was because the Mohists valued the common people, which made the nobles dissatisfied. However, the Mohists' prominent reputation in the world forced the nobles to show their respect for them in order to show their desire for wise men and better continue the ancestral temple and the country.

But He Bo seemed to be listening very attentively and with great joy.

Now that he had questions, Xiang Liqin was naturally happy to answer them.

"Frugality and respect for the virtuous, I can understand the reason, that is because there are many meat eaters at this time, abusing the people's strength, and only paying attention to the level of bloodline, belittling the wisdom of the common people."

"Love all and do not attack because the world is in constant war, the princes cannot protect their ancestral temples, and the common people cannot protect their lives. Therefore, the wise man hopes that the world will be peaceful and no longer in turmoil."

"But why would a sage like Mozi have the ideas of heaven's will and knowing ghosts?"

(End of this chapter)