Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican didn't care: "Okay, let's leave it at that."

"Your father is still walking on the streets on September 13th."

"Then, I was in coma for more than ten days without eating water or rice, and then fasted and chanted Buddha's name for three days."

"Whether it will be in time for you to cut your heart to save him on September 15th, I won't argue with you for now..."

He looked at Min Jingzong like a cat playing with a mouse.

He said word by word: "However, you have to know that your memorial to pay tribute has been handed over."

"Every untrue statement you make, even if it is trivial, is a crime of deceiving the emperor."

"They are all steel knives that will fall on your neck!"

"You have to think carefully about the questions I ask you before you answer them!"

Min Jingzong opened his mouth like a dying fish on the beach, but in the end, nothing came out.

The back of the gown was soaked with cold sweat.

"Then, is it true that you made the vow in front of the Bodhisattva statue to cut your heart to save your father?" Chen Zican suddenly asked.

Min Jingzong hissed: "Of course it's true!"

"Far away, there is the sage Duke Zhou, who cuts off his legs to save King Wu."

"Nearby, there is Wang Tong from Hebei, who cut his liver to save his mother."

"Loyal ministers and filial sons have existed for generations. Do you dare to say that they are all fake?"

Chen Zican sneered: "What a loyal minister and filial son!"

"Haha, Duke Zhou can cut the thighs, Wang Tong can cut the liver, Wang Tong can cut the liver, and you can cut the heart."

"Min Xiaozi, you are trying to put an end to this filial piety!"

Min Jingzong said angrily: "You, what do you mean by this?"

Chen Zican shook his head: "The ancients said: A gentleman loves others, so he can respect himself and others."

"Confucius also said: The so-called "benevolence" is to do to others what you don't want others to do to you."

"It can be seen that those who can love others and be kind must first love themselves."

"And you "filial sons" are more ruthless than the others!"

"In the future, if my parents are sick and they want to move the world, wouldn't it be the only way to cut off their heads?..."

He sighed slightly: "I said, besides cutting this and cutting that, can you be a little creative?"

"For example, there was a filial son named Fan in Shandong. After his father died, he stayed in a tomb on the mountain for three years."

"Every morning and dusk, I will beat my chest and stamp my feet, and let out a loud cry of sorrow."

"The sound was as shrill as the cry of the Three Gorges ape, making people cry..."

He turned around, looked at the crowd of spectators, and raised his voice.

"What's even more strange is that at this time, countless crows and birds on the mountain gather from all directions, whirling around him and crying blood."

"Crying and screaming, many fell to the ground and crawled at the feet of Fan Xiaozi."

"It's like kowtow and pray, worship..."

When the story was told to this point, all the listeners around were moved by it, and the crowd kept exclaiming in surprise.

"Look, this is the real sorrow growing in the grass and trees, and the sadness is so beautiful!"

"Later, the local officials heard about it and asked for a banner for Fan Xiaozi. The imperial court gave him a seventh-grade crown and a hundred hectares of fertile land around the tomb, which was named "Yangxiao Tian"."

"Later, a villager got drunk and got lost. He walked to a grave and fell asleep."

"In the evening, I was awakened by the wail of this dutiful son."

"I saw that as long as Fan Xiaozi cries, birds will fly to him."

"Then this filial son, while beating his chest and stamping his feet, spilled handfuls of wheat grains from his sleeves..."

"what?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned and looked at each other speechless.

"Then, why are the birds attracted to his cry?" Yang Jiaoyu asked in a voiceless voice.

"This is the Pavlovian effect..."

Chen Zican blurted out, then shook his head and laughed at himself: "It's like feeding chickens in a farmer's house. If you call out "Cuckoo", the chickens will come to eat. The principle is the same..."

Everyone thought about it carefully and couldn't help but nod.

Zhao Pu of the Northern Song Dynasty claimed that he could rule the world with half of the Analects of Confucius. Later emperors, generals and ministers did not even need to read half of the Analects of Confucius, claiming that they could rule the world with the word "filial piety".

They have infinitely elevated and expanded the word "filial piety".

The emperor calls himself the Son of Heaven, and carries out the will of God to exercise authority. The ministers treat the king as their father. The so-called thunder, rain and dew are all the king's favor.

The ministers, on the other hand, take care of the people on behalf of the king and father, and the common people are like their children. The so-called parents and officials cannot disobey them in life or death.

The common people run their families under the authority of the father, and their children are treated as private property. They are abused and abandoned, and they are not allowed to complain...

According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, if children are slightly disobedient to their parents, the consequences may be miscarriage, and the consequences may be late.

Guo Ju killed his son to serve his mother, which was outrageous, but he was said to be a model of filial piety.

Why?

This is actually a package of slave domestication systems, another Pavlovian effect.

Let every child, under the influence of sticks and brainwashing, accept the so-called distinction between superiority and inferiority, and the order of elders and younger ones.

It's best if you catch Stockholm Syndrome and grow up, and you will naturally become a docile citizen.

Let your parents and officials exploit and oppress you, and you will not resist.

Although Chen Zican's words are sarcastic, they are thought-provoking.

There was a moment of silence in the lobby.

"you……"

Min Jingzong felt flustered for no reason.

"What are you?"

Chen Zican stared at Min Jingzong, and suddenly the conversation changed: "Why did you want to cut your heart?"

"Wha-what?"

Min Jingzong couldn't help but shrink back.

Chen Zican squatted in front of him, his eyes still aggressive: "Let me ask you, why don't you cut your spleen and stomach, but why do you cut your heart?"

"Here, the god, the holy monk said that my father is terminally ill and must mend his heart with his heart..."

Min Jingzong didn't dare to look at him and said calmly.

"hehe--"

Chen Zican stood up: "Doctors, please tell me, according to pathology, where is the lesion of Mr. Min's disease?"

Hou Songnian and Shopkeeper Niu didn't hesitate and answered quickly: "Of course it's the lungs!"

Hou Songnian added: "Although wind evil in spring, heat evil in summer, dryness evil in autumn, cold evil in winter and epidemic poison can all cause disease."

"But evil qi always flows from the mouth and nose to the throat and to the lungs, without exception."

"Okay, Min Jingzong, let me ask you, since your father's disease is in his lungs, why did the monk not let you cut his lungs, but cut his heart?"

Chen Zican said sternly: "Didn't the holy monk say that you should eat what you eat?"

Min Jingzong was astonished, and everyone onlookers were also astonished, and discussions arose everywhere.

At this time, Min Jingzong was on the verge of mental collapse under his pressing pressure.

He suddenly shouted hysterically: "Chen Zican, do you care if I cut my heart or my lungs?"

"In short, if I didn't have a filial heart, how could I have moved the Bodhisattva to bring my old father back to life?..."

Chen Zican looked at him coldly and nodded.

"Okay! I touched the Bodhisattva, right?"

"It's still the same divine monk who traveled to Tianzhu thirty years ago and consecrated the Bodhisattva in front of the true Buddha at Lingjiu Mountain, right?"

He stood up, shook his hand, and a piece of light and thin cotton paper, the size of a palm, fluttered and landed in front of Min Jingzong.

"Take a look, what is this?"

Min Jingzong picked it up with trembling hands and saw a small pattern printed on the paper.

Like a butterfly, like a dragonfly.

He turned the paper over and over, but he still couldn't figure out what it was. The pattern seemed familiar yet very unfamiliar.

Chen Zican stretched out his hand, took out another rubbing of the same type, and bowed to present it to his master.

Master, he also forwarded it to Chen Zifu.

Chen Zifu glanced at it for a few times, handed the piece of paper to Yang Jiaoyu in confusion, and asked, "What is this?"

Yang Jiaoyu stroked his beard and said thoughtfully: "This seems to be an inscription, a monogram inscription..."

Chen Zican cupped his hands and said, "Yang Jiaoyu is indeed knowledgeable and knowledgeable!"

"Yes, sir, this is indeed a monogram inscription."

"Inscribed from Jinshengtang, Jingdezhen, Ganzhou."