Chapter 90 Section 3 The philosopher who dispelled the storm passed away

Turning south over the Lantian Plateau, Xuan Qi stored the caravan in a roadside inn, stepped on the Yinshan Snow and flew towards the continuous mountains in the southwest direction.Overnight, they arrived at the Mohist stronghold at the foot of Shennong Mountain.After settling down on Yinshan Snow, Xuan Qi didn't take a moment to rest, and immediately set off into the mountain. Xuan Qi was too anxious.In the last few days, Qin Xiaogong gave her a secret document, and solemnly told her that if there was any change in Xianyang, she should immediately take this document into Shennong Mountain and ask Master Mozi to come out of the mountain to mediate.Until Xiaogong vomited blood at Hangu Pass and died forever, Xiaogong still held her hand and told her about it, which shows Qin Xiaogong's great hope for the Mo family.Xuan Qi knew Xiaogong's painstaking efforts, and wanted to make up for all the loopholes he could think of.What is most worrying and needs to be prevented is the disharmony between Ying Si and Shang Yang.No one in the country can stop this kind of incident, because they must stand aside and intervene in the incident, and some who remain neutral have no power.Only when the old Mozi stepped forward, could the crisis be resolved.

The Mohists are powerful and upright, not only mediating and mediating between countries to oppose the strong, but also helping several countries resolve crises and civil strife.The Mohist mediation is so effective, the fundamental reason is that they don't make peace, but firmly support the righteous side they judge with their own strength! Xuan Qi still remembers the most heroic story of the Mo family When King Mourning of Chu was dying, the old aristocrats conspired to kill Wu Qi, and the state of Chu was in turmoil.Yang Chengjun handed over his fiefdom to Meng Sheng, a famous Mohist scholar, and his 183 Mohist disciples. Yang Chengjun himself rushed to Yingdu, trying to eliminate the civil strife and save the reform of Chu State.Before leaving, Lord Yangcheng broke a semicircular jade (Huang) into two pieces and used it as a "Huangfu", and made an appointment with Meng Sheng, "If there is an order, you must hold the Huangfu, and if it matches, listen to it."

When Lord Yang Cheng arrived at Yingdu, King Chu Mourning had just died.The old aristocrats rebelled in the mourning hall and shot Wu Qi to death on the corpse of King Chu Mourning!Lord Yang Cheng was hunted down by the rebel forces, and fled to Yue at night due to the chaos.The new king of Chu punished the old aristocrats, but mistakenly regarded Yang Chengjun as a rebellious party who "injured the king's corpse with an arrow", and sent a special envoy to take back Yangcheng's fiefdom.Because there was no "Huangfu", Meng Sheng refused to hand over the fief, and decided to fight to the death to defend the land.Xu Ruo, Meng Sheng's student, persuaded: "Death is beneficial to Yang Chengjun, so it is okay to die. It is useless to die now, and you will be a disciple of the Mohists. You can't do it."

Meng Sheng sighed generously, "If death is not difficult, from now on, the world does not need to seek strict teachers from the Mohist school, seek virtuous friends from the Mohist school, seek righteous men from the Mohist family, and seek good ministers from the Mohist school! The reason why death must be done is the righteousness of the Mohist school. Also." Xu Ruo realized that he was the first to fight to the death, and the first to die in battle.Meng Sheng and one hundred and eighty-three Mohist disciples were all killed in the battle. For nearly a hundred years, Master Mozi and the disciples of the Mohist school have built a monument of justice and justice with this awe-inspiring spirit of "righteous death".Qin Xiaogong has always admired the Mohists, and has a deep sympathy with Master Mozi, who is even more heroic.Besides, Xuan Qi is Qin Xiaogong's best friend and beloved wife, Master Mozi's beloved disciple, and the descendant of Qin's sage Baili Xi, both in terms of emotion and reason, are more helpful for the Mo family to assist Qin.

After Duke Xiao passed away, Xuan Qi had already seen the changes in Xianyang clearly, and she felt that she could not wait any longer.Only when the Mohists intervene at this time can Qin be stabilized as soon as possible, so that Shang Yang and Ying Si will not suffer from both defeats.Although the teacher is not very old, and has not personally handled such practical matters for twenty or thirty years, Xuan Qi is still full of confidence, believing that the teacher will definitely do his best, or even his last effort, for the state of Qin.As far as the strength of the Mohist school is concerned, it is now the time when the strength is most concentrated. The backbone disciples scattered in various countries almost all withdrew to the main academy when the teacher started to "clean up the aftermath" last year.

The biggest worry right now is whether the teacher can still act? For Xuan Qi, Xuan Qi was familiar with the plank road pass of Shennong Mountain.After noon, she entered the last pass and came to the familiar flat mountain in front of the general courtyard. The archery tower of the general courtyard standing halfway up the mountain was already visible in the distance. Suddenly, she felt that something was wrong, rubbed her eyes and looked carefully, the walls and watchtowers of the main courtyard castle were covered with faint white flowers!Both sides of the mountain road at the exit of the castle are also filled with white flowers!

Xuan Qi felt dizzy and dizzy for a while, and her heart was beating wildly with shock—Could it be Teacher... She didn't have time to think about it, and staggered towards the main courtyard like clouds and fog, and suddenly landed on the ground in a daze, her eyes staring straight. From the gate of the familiar old castle, a group of Mohist disciples wrapped in sackcloth poured out, melodious and sad music wafting in the valley.First, a large white cloth curtain stretched horizontally for more than three feet - my teacher is immortal!The big black characters make people jump in fear.Two teams of young female disciples wearing white clothes and wearing white flowers on their heads carried flower baskets and continuously scattered white petals in the sky into the air.A group of strong disciples in the middle carried a huge wooden couch covered with a white cloth thatch, and Qin Huali and other four big disciples guarded the couch two in front and two behind.Dozens of Mohist musicians lined up in a square team, followed the wooden couch, playing low and solemn mourning music.Finally, there is a large group of hundreds of people, each carrying a bundle of neatly cut firewood on their heads, and following the rhythm of mourning and joy, they are stepping in orderly and heavy steps...

"Teacher—!" Xuan Qi finally cried out and passed out on the ground. Two young female disciples ran over to help Xuan Qi up, and followed the funeral procession slowly up the highest mountain east of the castle. This is a high mountain valley with lush green trees and blooming mountain flowers.The disciples carrying the firewood circled the grass in the middle three times, and erected a square wooden mountain in an orderly manner.Qin Huali and the other four disciples stood still at the four corners of the wooden couch, and supported the wooden couch with all their strength.More than a dozen backbone disciples quickly tied more than a dozen thick hemp ropes to the round holes on the four sides of the wooden couch.The big rope was stretched, and the Mohist disciples were divided into more than a dozen teams in an orderly manner. Each team had a rope, and the wooden couch was hung in the air steadily.

The young disciples circled the wooden couch and surrounded the teacher covered with a white cloth with bouquets of flowers. "My teacher climbs the mountain—!" Xiang Liqin yelled, and all the big ropes were stretched at the same time—the huge wooden couch wrapped in mountain flowers rose steadily and high, and then fell steadily and lightly on the wooden mountain. middle. "Line up——, see my teacher off—!" Qin Huali cried, and more than 800 Mohist disciples walked around the wooden mountain slowly, surrounding the wooden mountain in the center. Qin Huali walked in front of Xuan Qi who was kneeling on the ground and weeping, "Junior Sister Xuan Qi, you are the last disciple who was taught calligraphy and sword by my teacher and student, and also my teacher's most beloved student. Junior sister, set fire to death for my teacher." the sacred fire..."

Xuan Qi stood up silently, walked to the fire altar, held the thick pitch pine with trembling hands and stretched it towards the fire altar, with a bang, the torch burst into flames!Xuan Qi raised the torch high above her head with both hands, and solemnly walked towards the tall wooden mountain. In just a few steps, she felt that thousands of miles were far away, and her legs were so weak that she almost collapsed. With a torch, the fatherly teacher will leave her forever!She was in so much pain that she really wanted to cry... Qin Huali chanted solemnly, "Respectfully send off my teacher—!"

The flames were blazing, and the Mohist disciples joined hands and walked around the volcano singing loudly: The fire burns in the song. The disciples of the Mohist school did not cry, did not kneel down, solemnly held hands, and the sound of singing, the mountains echoed that ancient voice-the sage of the commoner, eternal life... That night, the four major disciples of the Mohist school specially invited Xuan Qi to hold the most important meeting. After some delicate discussions, it was decided that Qin Huali would be in charge of the Mohist General Academy temporarily, and the candidate for the "giant" would be decided later.After several times of thinking, Xuan Qi finally did not say anything about Qin.After the discussion, she found a few sincere disciples who had been sorting out the teacher's manuscript together. After a short discussion, she packed up the scattered bamboo slips and silk books in the teacher's bamboo building, and hurried out of the mountain together. Xuan Qi returned to the Chen Cang River Valley.This small manor, which has been dusty for a long time, is the only place that can give her peace. The teacher has gone, and the only philosopher with a long sword who can eliminate the turmoil in Qin Dynasty suddenly passed away.Without the brilliant brilliance of the teacher, can the Mohist school still become the banner of justice and love in the world?Can the Mohists still take on the important task of eliminating Qin's civil strife?No more, no more.When Xuan Qi thought of the "Four Great Disciples", his heart shivered with coldness.She was sad for the teacher, sad for the Mohist group, and sad for the future of Qin. For a moment, Xuan Qi really didn't know how to deal with it. Who would have thought that just as the Hegu Manor was ready to be cleaned up, a shocking news came: Shang Yang conspired against him and was arrested by Duke Qin! Xuan Qi didn't hesitate for a moment, flew to Xianyang overnight, but was dumbfounded.