How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

In the Hexi Valley, there is a large tree whose canopy is almost level with the slopes on both sides.

Under the tree, where villagers used to cool off and take shelter from the rain, a huge furnace appeared.

This furnace is over three zhang tall and three zhang in diameter.

It is made entirely of wrought iron.

It's more accurate to describe it as an iron house that all the blacksmiths in the Hexi Valley spared no expense in building.

When Zhou Wenju arrived, the clan chief and a group of elders were waiting beside the furnace. These elders came from all walks of life; some were the most senior craftsmen, and others were former teachers at private schools. In general, people would think that a place that embraces all rivers and streams and accepts people from all walks of life in the county should be full of hidden talents. However, this logic does not apply here, simply because of a basic rule: truly capable people are unlikely to be driven to a dead end.

The Immortal Physician is an exception.

She had a path she could have taken, but she messed it up herself and ended up stuck here.

Zhou Wenju was, of course, an exception.

He came to the Hexi Valley with ulterior motives...

The clan chief greeted him, exchanged pleasantries, and opened the door to the furnace. Zhou Wenju entered the furnace, looked him over, and was satisfied with the blacksmiths' skills and work ethic.

Every part and detail of the furnace conforms to the blueprints.

There was not the slightest deviation.

very good!

"Young Master Zhou, if you have any other needs, please feel free to ask!" the clan chief said.

"I'll handle the rest!" Zhou Wen raised his hand, and a sheet of gold paper appeared in his palm, along with a writing brush...

Everyone's eyes lit up at the same time.

This is the difference between the Mohist philosophy of craftsmanship and the blacksmithing of villagers.

Villagers forge iron using furnaces, while the Mohists, focused on literature, using precious pens and golden paper…

Zhou Wenju drew an iron pipe with his brush.

Then, there was another thing, like a fire poker.

And then it was the same again...

In an instant, more than a dozen scattered parts appeared on the gold paper.

If a modern person were present, they would immediately recognize that he had drawn the components of a gun: barrel, stock, bolt, firing pin, screws, springs, magazine, bullet, cartridge case...

In the blink of an eye, more than forty kinds of parts appeared on the gold paper.

Zhou Wen raised his brush and put it away; the gold paper floated up out of thin air.

The more than forty different parts drawn on the paper seem to float up from the paper, radiating the unique brilliance of literature and art.

Each component was rotating in the air, and every detail was clearly presented to Zhou Wenju.

This is the unique characteristic of the Mo family's drawings, created with precious brushes and gold paper.

It can display everything from every angle.

Zhou Wenju concentrated and observed various details. There were a few minor errors, such as the rifling not being perfectly round and the screw being slightly too large.

His precious pen was used once again to make revisions.

About ten minutes.

Amidst the astonished expressions of the crowd, who seemed to be witnessing a divine transformation, Zhou Wenju completed the final revisions.

With a flick of the pen, the gold paper tumbled out.

More than forty components, like birds flying into the forest, left their mark on the more than forty pre-designed outlets of this furnace.

Inside the export section, all sorts of different molds appeared.

The entire furnace underwent a magnificent transformation, no longer a cold furnace meticulously crafted by hundreds of blacksmiths in Hexi Valley, but instead imbued with the characteristics of literature and Taoism, becoming profound and mysterious...

Halfway up the mountain.

With the help of the little white fox demon's keen eyes, both the healer and the little white fox witnessed this scene.

The Immortal Physician's beautiful eyes were filled with shock: "He transformed an ordinary furnace into a Mo family furnace with a wave of his hand. He truly embodies the Mo family's art of weaponry, and his skill is quite extraordinary, at least at the Earth-level standard."

The little white fox turned its gaze to the Immortal Healer: "Miss, didn't you say that in Lingnan, literature is difficult to cultivate, and even highly skilled writers can't guarantee that every time their precious brush touches the golden paper, the brilliance of literature will manifest? Why is it that every time his precious brush touches the golden paper, it is as if divinely inspired?"

The Immortal Physician shuddered...

Yup!

Lingnan is a place where literature and art are difficult to communicate.

The root cause lies in the presence of the power of the unprincipled here.

The power of the Dao has permeated the Lingnan region, causing the cultural and spiritual aspects of this land to be essentially destroyed.

The most basic functions of the literary and artistic system, such as "messages delivered by wild geese" and "official seals used for communication," are not even available.

When he was still a scholar, he couldn't actually use the "medical classic written on gold paper" as a basic medical method to treat the villagers. He had no choice but to use a page of the medical classic handwritten by a great medical master to preserve the dignity of the medical sage in the villagers' eyes.

But what about him?

He personally wrote the opening scroll of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic that day and cured the villagers.

Today, under the guidance of the Demon Eye, using the methods of the Mohist school, an ordinary furnace is transformed into a Mohist furnace.

He was adept at using literary and artistic means, as easily as wielding his own arm.

Surprisingly, it was completely unaffected by the unique celestial laws of Lingnan.

Why is this?

From the perspective of literature and morality, there are two possibilities...

One of them is "high".

The second is "pure".

What is meant by "high"? Take a sage as an example. Even in a place where there is no Heavenly Dao, a sage can still unleash earth-shattering literary power because a sage is the human representative of the Heavenly Dao and can be regarded as a "signal base station".

This is truly superior!

So, what is purity?

The writing is exceptionally pure and of superior quality!

Which category does he belong to?

The physician pondered for a moment and then plunged headlong into a dead end.

That's impossible!

His literary standing is merely within the "literary world," definitely not high!

The "purity" of literary style is itself a false proposition.

Any scholar draws their literary inspiration from various literary classics, inevitably encountering a mixture of good and bad. Some are of unattainable high quality, while others are of extremely low quality. Therefore, no one's literary inspiration can truly be "pure"...

But why is he able to let Wen Dao do whatever he wants in this half-ruined place?

Luck?

Was it just luck?

The second phase has begun in the Hexi Valley!

Zhou Wenju gave the order: "Start a fire!"

Fire broke out below.

Zhang Laosan and three other men took off their clothes and started pulling the bellows.

The bellows were invented by the master craftsmen of Hexi Valley. When the bellows are turned, the flames roar and the temperature is raised quickly.

The towering flames changed their appearance the moment they entered the furnace.

The bright red flames, after being transformed by the furnace, turned blue.

"Masterful skill!" exclaimed an experienced craftsman. "This is the pinnacle of the Mohist art of craftsmanship!"

"With such a furnace fire, the quality of the iron must be unparalleled!" another master craftsman exclaimed. "Feed it..."

The sound had barely been uttered when it abruptly stopped.

Because he realized that today he was not in charge, but Master Zhou was in charge.

When to deliver the materials should be up to Young Master Zhou.

Zhou Wenju smiled slightly: "Get the materials!"

Pyrite enters through the feed inlet.

Upon entering, it immediately explodes, turning into molten iron, with impurities separating at a visible speed...

All the master craftsmen opened their mouths wide at the same time.

They were all blacksmiths, and each of them could talk for three days and three nights about the techniques and timing of blacksmithing.

However, the first stage of iron smelting today completely defied their expectations.

From iron ore to high-quality molten iron, it only takes a moment in the Mo family's furnace!

A moment of refinement is more effective than seven days and seven nights of tempering.

What they found even more unimaginable was the subsequent unloading process...

More than forty discharge ports lit up simultaneously.

More than forty kinds of parts formed from molten iron fall from the feed port into the quenching tank below.

Accompanied by a continuous hissing sound.

It was also accompanied by wisps of blue smoke.

"Zhang Laosan, come here!" Zhou Wenju said.

Zhang Laosan, who was working hard with the bellows, quickly handed over his work to the person next to him and ran over: "Young Master!"

"Bring me one of each type of component produced!"

Zhang Laosan ran all the way and soon brought over one of each of the more than forty kinds of parts.

Zhou Wenju assembled it on the spot.

Soon, an automatic rifle appeared in his hand.

His excitement was palpable.

In a place with such a backward level of technology, the difficulty of building a gun was unimaginable.

The material needs to be high-strength.

The components need to be highly precise.

Mass production is simply impossible without high-precision machine tools.

However, the Mohist philosophy of tools and techniques is truly wondrous.

They managed to turn the impossible into the possible!

A firearm that completely transcends this era and overturns the era of cold weapons appeared in his hands.