Chapter 120: Official Personnel Arrive, Meeting and Conversation!

The case hadn't even begun, yet someone splashed a basin of cold water on them, which obviously displeased Captain Zhou and his team.

They never expected the Wu Du police to have such a passive attitude.

Apparently sensing their thoughts, Sun Zhenbang sighed and took out several files.

"These are events that occurred around Longyuan Mountain in recent years; you can take a look."

All these cases are unsolved, with no resolution to date. Captain Zhou and Bai Yanfei flipped through them one by one, their brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

As Sun Zhenbang said, every single case is inseparable from this great mountain, yet nothing could be investigated.

Some even involved the Mountain God legend, steeped in local feudal superstition.

Sun Zhenbang sighed: "That's also why I'm not surprised—compared to these, your cases are mere trifles."

After reviewing them, Captain Zhou shook his head: "These don't prove anything."

Perhaps these cases are somewhat suspicious and strange, but not enough to change his mind.

After all, Captain Zhou isn't a party to it; only those who experienced it know the strangeness within. Relying solely on black-and-white text in the files won't evoke much feeling.

Sun Zhenbang is a participant, having personally endured many things, and only then arrived at this conclusion: in this world, perhaps some mysterious supernatural power truly exists.

Seeing that dissuasion was futile, Sun Zhenbang no longer stopped them: "Fine, since you insist, then so be it."

"But I want to warn you: no matter when or where, always maintain reverence for nature and all living beings."

Sun Zhenbang couldn't say it too clearly, leaving a vague remark that left Captain Zhou and the others utterly confused.

As they left the police station, Captain Zhou and Bai Yanfei were in low spirits, originally thinking they could obtain useful information.

Instead, they got no news and only suffered a setback.

Bai Yanfei couldn't help but say: "Captain Zhou, I heard Officer Sun is also a veteran policeman, solved many major cases in his youth—how come now, looking at him, I feel..."

After all, he's a senior, she's a junior, and it's not proper to gossip behind his back.

Wu Du and Yunling are close, and their police have often collaborated, so she had also heard of Officer Sun's name.

Captain Zhou shook his head: "Forget it, everyone has their own thoughts and views; we just need to do our own duties, no need to worry about others."

After seeing Captain Zhou off, Sun Zhenbang thought the matter was over, but unexpectedly received another call from his superiors.

They said a Zhouyi master from the capital had come, very interested in the feng shui of Zu Ci's tomb, so he had traveled far and wished to take a look.

He is the president of the Huaxia Zhouyi Association, officially verified, a professor at the Social Sciences Academy (Social Sciences Institute), accomplished in feng shui and metaphysics, and can be called a towering figure.

After all, the area around Zu Ci's tomb has already been set up as a protection point by the police, with occasional patrols, and villagers at the mountain base also watch for suspicious individuals.

So giving advance notice avoids being mistaken for lawbreakers.

"Why is someone coming again?"

Sun Zhenbang worried: "The Zhouyi master is fine—he just wants to look at the feng shui near Zu Ci's tomb, surely he won't cause too much trouble."

But he feared that Captain Zhou and Bai Yanfei, unaware, might offend the Mountain God—what then?

His gaze fell into the distance, and he finally let out a heavy sigh.

The nearby police officer, seeing this, couldn't help but ask: "Captain Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm not just worried that something might happen at Longyuan Mountain."

This officer had also followed Sun Zhenbang on police duty, handled several cases with him; hearing this, his face also showed concern.

"We've said what we can say; whether they listen or not is their business—we can't very well stop them from going."

That said, Sun Zhenbang still had a bad premonition, always feeling something major was about to happen.

"I hope my worries are unnecessary."

No matter how much Sun Zhenbang worries, some things he cannot stop or prevent.

Just like this time, when Captain Zhou and Bai Yanfei, along with the Zhouyi professor from the capital, are heading to Longyuan Mountain.

"I just hope nothing goes wrong."

Sun Zhenbang thought, then ordered his subordinates: "Recently, assign more people to pay attention to Longyuan Mountain; report any movement immediately."

……

And after the Zhouyi professor completed all procedures, he also set out for Longyuan Mountain.

Since this place is remote, the Zhouyi professor flew to Wu Du, then took the high-speed rail to the locality, and finally had to drive a stretch of road.

Sitting in the car, gazing at the distant continuous green mountains, the Zhouyi professor couldn't help but nod slightly: "The scenery here is beautiful and pleasant; it's indeed a good place."

He is about forty or fifty years old, wearing a white Tang suit with hollowed-out auspicious cloud dark patterns, woven with gold and silver threads, looking modest yet somewhat extraordinary.

In his hand he still turns a string of beads made from agarwood, said to be hundred-year-old agarwood; this string alone is already valuable, indicating his noble status.

The professor surnamed Zhang, also president of the Huaxia Zhouyi Association, is quite famous in the capital; sometimes many government officials and business elites still ask him to handle affairs.

This time, Professor Zhang came uninvited; he happened to see several photos near Zu Ci's tomb, felt the terrain here was very particular and special, so he decided to come over to investigate.

After getting out of the car, he hurried to the nearby village, since they had already notified in advance, so villagers were already waiting at the village entrance.

Under the guidance of familiar villagers, the group soon arrived near Zu Ci's tomb.

Professor Zhang surveyed the surrounding environment; at a glance he discovered its subtlety: the terrain here is gentle, the view extremely open, belonging to a landscape where the surroundings are high and the middle low.

Thus, the forest's vital energy can quickly flow into Zu Ci's tomb—this is a living grave.

Only see him standing in the southeast direction, gazing far into the distance, staring intently for a long while; the others, not understanding, also followed his gaze, but besides mountains there were only mountains, nothing discovered.

Seems he sensed their confusion, Professor Zhang spoke: "Do you see the shape of the distant mountain range like ten thousand horses galloping, heavenly steeds descending?"

He fiddled with the agarwood beads on his hand, motion unhurried.

After Professor Zhang said that, everyone found it really somewhat resembled: "It does seem somewhat like that."

Only see the distant mountains stretching for ten thousand miles, like flying swallows stepped upon by horses coming.

Professor Zhang seemed to have made a new discovery, suddenly shaking his head: "No, not just that simple."

He then turned his position again, came to the southwest position, his eyes suddenly flashing with sharp light, as if discovering a new continent, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Now I understand, I see—no wonder I felt something was off earlier; it turns out the position and direction differ, so the mountain appearance seen also differs—truly marvelous."

Professor Zhang spoke with increasing excitement, the beads in his hand rolling faster and faster, his earlier calm long gone.

"If you look from here, you will see that the mountain's momentum is like a rainbow, rushing down from the heights; those buried here can ride dragons to ascend, and even if they cannot ascend, their descendants will still be protected."

"Observed from the northeast, it is a completely different scene, like great waves rising and falling, layer upon layer of ridges, truly a burial site fit for a thousand chariots!"

Others did not understand these winding terms, though they thought Professor Zhang's words somewhat nonsensical, yet after his explanation, they inexplicably felt some sense in them.

The mountain range stretched continuously, clouds and mist swirling, this peak at the very center, with all other peaks arrayed around it like stars holding the moon.

The scenery at Zuo Ci's tomb was superb; as Professor Zhang conducted his survey, a few squirrels poked their heads from the treetops, their green-bean-sized eyes sizing up the newcomers, seemingly curious what they were doing.

Seeing this, Professor Zhang couldn't help but smile, "The little creatures here are not afraid of people."

"Indeed, after all, the Mountain God protects them, so naturally they are bold."

Professor Zhang did not take the villagers' words to heart, whether there was rebuttal or not, this place being remote, some feudal superstition is quite normal, and he fully understood.

The squirrels did not linger long, their fluffy tails twitching before they vanished into the greenery, heading deeper to reach the highest point of the terrain.

There lay a massive boulder, horizontal on the cliff's edge, already covered with moss, surrounded by sheer rock faces; a careless fall would mean certain death.

Beside it stood an ancient welcoming pine, its branches and leaves dark green like cypress, as if weathered by wind and frost, witnessing the turning of seasons, cold coming and heat going, like a silent sage.

When the mountain wind blew, the branches and leaves rustled loudly, like the turning gears of history, emitting a continuous crackling sound.

Beneath the ancient pine, greenish shadows coiled together, mist passing by their sides, giving a feeling of clouds unfolding and folding, of endless vicissitudes through countless cycles.

Ye Qin slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on those squirrels, extending a thread of mental power to establish a connection.

On the squirrels' furry animal faces appeared human-like respect and fear, as they bowed to Ye Qin before beginning to chatter.

"You mean a group of people has approached Zuo Ci's tomb?"

The squirrel nodded.

"Good, I know, well done."

Receiving Ye Qin's praise, the squirrel looked even happier, its return steps bouncing, appearing lively and joyful.

Ye Qin's eyes are everywhere in the mountains; these small animals are like his extra eyes, any movement in the mountains is under his grasp.

"Earlier came the police, now another group has arrived; lately Longyuan Mountain is indeed quite lively."

These people came in waves, the nearby mountains continuous, this peak's area vast; if Ye Qin wished to hide, no one could detect his presence.

Even knowing these people pose no real threat, he inexplicably felt annoyed, like when someone frequently enters your courtyard without greeting—same principle.

"Too bad I still cannot fathom the mysteries of Qimen Dunjia, cannot set up formations; otherwise, I would have long kept them outside."

Although Ye Qin can use Divine Ability to drive these people away, employing Divine Ability consumes great mental power, with limits on time and range.

Moreover, this method treats symptoms not roots; he cannot constantly monitor who enters the mountain; for a lasting solution, setting up formations is best—saving time and effort.

"Forget it, first go see what these people are up to; surely not tomb robbers again?"

Ye Qin crawled toward the direction of Zuo Ci's tomb, the surrounding plants broad-leaved, able to fully conceal his form, plus his emerald-green scales nearly blending with the environment.

Zuo Ci's tomb lies at mid-mountain; tombs should not be too high nor too low; this position is just right, the terrain to the northwest rises and extends for several li, while the southeast has layered hills.

Thereafter come Kun (southwest) and Gen (northeast), both flat, forming the "dragon's eye" spot, able to bring many benefits to descendants.

Every direction here can be said to be carefully designed, with no blind spots; even the tomb selector calculated future terrain changes.

Funerary Feng Shui holds that after burial, the deceased's true qi combines with the spot's qi to form vital energy, flowing through yin-yang exchange, invisibly influencing the fortune of living relatives.

Yin and yang qi, when exhaled become wind, when risen become clouds, when fallen become rain, and when flowing underground become vital energy.

At this spot, influenced by the surrounding terrain, the interaction of yin and yang qi, whether rising or falling, can maximize its effect.

Zuo Ci's tomb is a typical yang-infused yin burial, letting vital energy and the undying yin-yang qi combine to protect the living.

Professor Zhang couldn't help but sigh.

"I have examined so many tombs' Feng Shui, never seen one so perfect, comprehensive—truly, the ancients' wisdom is not to be underestimated."

Even the best burial spot has some flaws, but Zuo Ci's tomb can be said to be perfect to the extreme; Professor Zhang guessed there might also be later human intervention.

Innate and later factors combined, harmonizing beautifully, producing such a perfect tomb; even if Professor Qin himself pointed the spot and altered the tomb, he could not achieve this.

Professor Zhang circled the tomb, murmuring occasionally, gesturing with his hands; seeing him so focused, others dared not speak to disturb.

"Where is the nearest water source to the tomb?"

The guide villager thought Professor Zhang was thirsty and wanted water, pondered a moment: "I recall there is a mountain spring and a small stream southeast of here, about ten to fifteen minutes' walk."

"Take me to see it."

The group continued southeast; after about ten minutes, they heard distant trickling water, like jade stones falling.

In the dense forest ahead, stream water flowed from rock crevices, splashing down like scattered pearls from a broken string.

The mountain trees rustled in the wind; nearing the spring, a coolness blew over, combined with the spring's tinkling sound, suddenly giving a sense of ethereality.

The water quality was also exceptionally clear, like transparent glass, under sunlight refracting, emitting brilliant radiance.

Beside the spring were many animal footprints, showing many creatures usually drink here.

Professor Zhang also cupped a handful of water and drank; he felt his mouth moistened, sweet and refreshing, a coolness that soothed the heart passing through his mouth, as if the fatigue of crossing mountains and rivers could be eased.

"Fine mountain, fine water."

Professor Zhang gazed into the distance, his expression somewhat emotional; surely the one who chose this tomb for Zuo Ci in ancient times must have had great wisdom.

The crowd looked puzzled, "Why does Professor Zhang say that?"

"The 'Yellow Emperor's Residence Classic' states: a dwelling takes spring water as its bloodline; whether for yin or yang dwellings, water is vital."

"So Feng Shui means qi rides the wind and disperses, is halted by water; the ancients gathered it to prevent dispersion, followed it to have a halt; the Feng Shui method: obtaining water is supreme, sheltering wind next."

"Earlier we examined the terrain; now we examine water: stone is the mountain's bones, water is the mountain's bloodline; with water, the mountain has life."

The spring's outlet faces exactly the tomb's western position; west is the Dui trigram, Dui is marsh, perfectly complementary.

According to the villager, not far away there are streams and lakes; here water sources are abundant, vegetation lush, truly vibrant with life.

Moreover, from the surrounding soil one can see fertility; fine mountain, fine water, fine soil, all factors combined, forming this excellent Feng Shui spot.

Although sunlight here is somewhat insufficient, it does not matter, for vitality is already sufficient; if sunlight increased further, yang qi would quickly overwhelm yin qi.

The yin and yang are out of balance, the proportions are off, and instead it will even cause problems. It seems the ancients also considered this point, so they arranged it this way, making their thoughts all the more exquisite.

All things in the world emphasize balance; some good things do not mean that more is better.

Professor Zhang spoke with great clarity, yet no one noticed that, not far from the mountain spring, behind a patch of greenery over half a person's height, a pair of deep, unfathomable, dark beast eyes had emerged.

Ye Qin observed the group, seeing that these people had official credentials and were even led into the mountains by villagers, indicating they were not tomb raiders, so he intended to temporarily hold his position, but he never expected to hear such words.

"It seems this professor still has some substance."

Ye Qin followed them all the way and also heard Professor Zhang's commentary on the tomb of Zuo Ci; I must say, the commentary is still quite good.

"Perhaps he can be of some help to me."

At this moment, Professor Zhang did not know he had been watched by a snake, and was still nearby surveying the surrounding terrain.

As the sky gradually darkened and the sun set behind the western mountains, someone nearby spoke up: "Professor Zhang, it's getting late; why don't we head down the mountain first?"

Professor Zhang glanced at the time, unaware that half a day had already passed.

On the horizon, there was a slight dimness; the fiery clouds spread layer upon layer, dyeing the entire mountaintop, and the originally verdant hues were stained with the colors of burning clouds.

"Then let's head down the mountain first."

Some areas remain unsurveyed, but Professor Zhang is not in a hurry; leaving it for tomorrow is just as good, after all, the mountain is right here and won't grow legs and run away.

The group walked toward the mountain base.

As the sun set in the west, a faint green shadow fell behind several people, clinging to their forms, merging with the boundless evening glow into this dark hue.

By the time Professor Zhang and his party descended the mountain, the lingering sunset on the horizon had faded to a pale half, most of it sunk into the mountain ridges, so much so that even the distant mountains were veiled in a pale shadow.

For convenience, Professor Zhang and his party stayed in villagers' homes; the village had little nighttime entertainment, so once it was fully dark, everyone rested, while those who did not rest came out to cool off and chat by the street.

But Professor Zhang, coming from the capital, found this place remote and the mountain roads difficult; after arriving and changing vehicles several times, he was somewhat tired, so after eating he lay down early.

Night fell like a black curtain draped over the heavens, the crescent moon hung from the branches, shedding some light.

In the village, a few households remained awake, their light spilling out like a lone lighthouse in a vast ocean, appearing rather insignificant.

Soon these few lights also went out, and the entire village had no light left; everyone was in the land of dreams.

The green mountains of daytime, now under night, retained only a rough outline, like a crouching giant beast that had awakened, guarding beside the village.

Under the moonlight, a fleeting glimmer of emerald light appeared, like a clear, transparent green gemstone, filled with a hint of mystery.

Ye Qin's gaze fell upon the southwest direction of the village entrance, where Professor Zhang and his party were resting and lodging.

Originally, Ye Qin had intended to set up a formation around the great mountain to block the probing of those with ill intent, but since he had not yet succeeded in mastering it, this matter could only be temporarily set aside, to be revisited when opportunity arose.

However, the crew of the folk customs program accidentally stumbled in, which only strengthened his resolve: the formation must be resolved quickly.

Being repeatedly disturbed by people, Ye Qin was genuinely displeased; even if these people meant no harm and had no ill intent, from certain aspects, they still caused him trouble.

If he could erect a barrier to keep these people outside, even if they wanted to enter, it would not be an easy task.

However, regarding the art of Qimen Dunjia, he currently has no clue.

Yet he did not expect that drowsiness would bring a pillow—just as he encountered Professor Zhang and his party, and it seemed the professor was quite familiar with the Zhouyi.

The Zhouyi was first completed during the Shang and Zhou dynasties; its core idea is yin and yang, and its function goes far beyond divination. More importantly, it uses the pure and simple yin-yang dialectical principle as a fulcrum, enabling people to fully understand the universe.

"The common people use it daily without knowing; therefore, the way of the gentleman is rare."

"The Zhouyi corresponds with heaven and earth, thus it can fully encompass the principles of heaven and earth."

From this, it can be known that it encompasses the operational laws of all things under heaven.

Between yin and yang, it changes constantly with time and space—for example, the alternation of day and night, the cycle of cold and heat—never ceasing at any moment; thus the Zhouyi is also called a book of endless change.

The Zhouyi can be said to encompass all phenomena, possessing myriad changes in the world, thus giving rise to countless schools and systems; even the thoughts of the Hundred Schools of Thought, in some aspects, were drawn from it.

Among them, Taiyi, Qimen Dunjia, and Liuren are called the three supreme arts of the Zhouyi.

The formation Ye Qin wishes to learn originated from Qimen Dunjia; thus, tracing back to the source, it also has countless connections with the Zhouyi.

Fortunately, Professor Zhang is a master of the Zhouyi; although he specializes in feng shui, he may have also dabbled in other areas, so there might be something to learn from him.

After all, the origins are the same; myriad changes do not depart from the root. As long as one understands one aspect, given his insight and comprehension, learning Qimen Dunjia is merely a matter of time.

Ye Qin calmed his mind and breath, sent out a thread of mental power, and quickly sensed Professor Zhang's exact location.

If he were to meet in his true form, he would likely frighten people; even though Professor Zhang is a Zhouyi master, he is essentially just an ordinary person, and seeing such a large snake would frighten him.

Moreover, he cannot speak, making communication difficult.

Therefore, Ye Qin intends to employ the Dream-Sending Divine Ability; first, Professor Zhang will accept it more quickly, and second, communicating through mental connection eliminates the language barrier.

Even if Professor Zhang awakens afterward, he will only feel he had a strange dream.

The Qi Pill circulated within his body, and soon the heavenly and earthly qi was released, forming a thin mist that drifted toward the village; more precisely, only the area outside that building was shrouded in a faint, barely perceptible mist.

Under the moonlight, the mist slowly rose, like a veil of gauze, enveloping Professor Zhang's entire room, then gathering more and more, slowly making contact with his body.

If someone were to enter Professor Zhang's room at this moment, they would find the room filled with thick mist, already to the point of being unable to see one's fingers when stretching out a hand.

Professor Zhang slept deeply, unaware of external affairs; furthermore, Ye Qin's dream-sending divine ability had drawn him into a deeper layer of sleep-space, so he would not open his eyes to see these scenes.

Under the moonlight, a hazy veil of light gauze enveloped the outside of the village; the surrounding tree shadows were deep and dim, no longer the lush greenness of daytime, and the dark mountains appeared even more mysteriously profound.

The village interior was exceptionally silent, with not a sound to be heard; everyone had sunk into the land of dreams, leaving only the pure moonlight observing the spreading mist around.

As Professor Zhang slept soundly, he faintly heard someone calling his name; he slowly opened his eyes, but what met his vision was a sheet of chaos; at first he still thought it was because he had not turned on the light.

Professor Zhang clearly remembered he had gone to sleep not long after eating; he shouted several times, but no one around responded.

"Am I dreaming?"

Speaking of which, it is strange: at his age, he hardly dreams anymore; even when he does, the dreams are muddled, and upon waking the next day, he has mostly forgotten them.

But this time, his consciousness was exceptionally clear, as if he clearly knew he was dreaming.

He seemed to have arrived at a special space; Professor Zhang curiously reached out his hand, wanting to touch the surroundings, but upon contact, it scattered to the side, and after a short while regrouped again.

Professor Zhang uncertainly said: "Is this mist?"

The hazy mist gathered around him, as if attracted by something, pushing and shoving to completely envelop him; in a daze, it gave the illusion that they were living entities.

The thick mist was so dense that Professor Zhang, even lowering his head, could not clearly see his own fingers.

When he was feeling somewhat at a loss, the voice calling his name in the void sounded again, like a guiding lamp, directing him forward.

"Who is calling me?"

Professor Zhang shouted loudly, but no one answered; the voice was faint and intermittent, as if drifting from afar, then suddenly seeming close at hand.

After hesitating for a moment, Professor Zhang still decided to walk toward the source of the voice.

In the depths of the mist, a delicate outline appeared and disappeared; from the stature, it seemed to be a woman wearing ancient attire, graceful in figure, but indistinct.

"How could it be a woman?"

Professor Zhang murmured to himself.

As he took a step, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed—clouds rose and mist surged, constantly churning; the originally calm mist, as if affected, abruptly began to boil.

When the mist finally calmed and dispersed, he finally saw the surroundings clearly—he had arrived in a deep, secluded forest.

Only to see towering trees around blocking out the sky, occasionally a few shafts of sunlight fell, forming specks of light on the ground.

He felt the surroundings somewhat familiar, as if he had been there before.

Professor Zhang looked at the tomb not far away, his eyes somewhat surprised—wasn't this the Zuo Ci tomb he had visited during the day!

"Could it be that I think by day and dream by night?"

Before falling asleep, Professor Zhang had still been pondering the feng shui of the Zuo Ci tomb, reviewing related literature and records; having such a dream now was not strange.

The earlier female figure had already vanished, seemingly his illusion.

As he surveyed the surroundings, a bank of thick mist appeared not far off, as if enveloping some mysterious presence.

The mist surged, indescribable, like a distant and profound universe; he vaguely felt a mysterious gaze resting upon him.

At first glance, Professor Zhang felt an inexplicable palpitation, suddenly arising an ineffable reverence and fear—this emotion was fleeting, and he did not know whence it came.

Before he could figure it out, he heard a voice from within the mist, low and ethereal, exactly the one that had been calling his name repeatedly.

"I heard you have studied the Zhouyi extensively?"

Professor Zhang eyed the mist before him, his gaze inquisitive and curious, not understanding why he would have such a strange dream.

Even the mist could speak.

Though somewhat doubtful, he still spoke humbly, "I suppose so."

Looking at the present age, few like Professor Zhang, who studied painstakingly and achieved notable results, could be said to have devoted most of his life to this.

Yet even so, the Zhouyi covers a broad range of knowledge, its principles profound and abstruse; Professor Zhang dared not boast of mastering it all, only saying he had grasped some rudiments.

But undeniably, in this field, none could surpass him; if called second, none would dare claim first.

"Then please, sir, explain the Zhouyi to me?"

The voice spoke plainly, yet carried an irresistible domineering tone.

What is Professor Zhang's status?

The most authoritative and officially certified master of metaphysics, or the president of the Huaxia Yi Jing Association—whoever sees him will respectfully address him as 'you', let alone use such a tone to command.

Normally, Professor Zhang would likely not bother, but for some reason, this time he felt no displeasure, instead a sense of it being natural, as if this were normal.

This feeling came inexplicably; he did not dwell on it, merely taking it as a dream.

After all, who would argue with a dream?

The Zhouyi, i. e., the Yijing, is one of the traditional classics, traditionally attributed to King Wen of Zhou, Ji Chang; its content includes the 'Jing' and 'Zhuan' parts.

The original name of the Jing part is just 'Zhouyi', revealing the typical symbolic meanings of the 450 hexagrams and judging corresponding fortune and misfortune.

The Zhuan part contains the 'Wenyan', 'Tuanzhuan' upper and lower, 'Xiangzhuan' upper and lower, 'Xici Zhuan' upper and lower, 'Shuogua Zhuan', 'Xugua Zhuan', and 'Zagua Zhuan'—seven works in ten chapters, collectively called the 'Ten Wings'.

It is evident that Professor Zhang's study of the Zhouyi is indeed profound; his explanation is detailed, from shallow to deep, so even those with no foundation can grasp a bit.

"May I ask, sir, how should one correctly view the Qimen Dunjia?"

Professor Zhang pondered for a moment: "Strictly speaking, Qimen Dunjia belongs to the Zhouyi; the Zhouyi's scope is broad, many aspects have been touched upon, and many later schools have been greatly influenced by it."

"For example, Laozi integrated the essence of the Yijing's thought into the Dao De Jing, basing it on the combination of yin and yang in the hexagrams where three lines form a hexagram, constructing a 'Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, Three gives birth to all things' origin diagram."

Although the Zhouyi and Qimen Dunjia are interconnected, there are differences; but if one understands the Zhouyi, Qimen Dunjia is no problem.

Fortunately, while studying the Zhouyi, Professor Zhang occasionally read related literature, so he can also say a bit about Qimen Dunjia.

With the Zhouyi as foundation, understanding Qimen Dunjia is not difficult, after all, the two are connected by countless threads.

The voice in the mist rarely speaks, mostly listening; Professor Zhang, though unable to see, could sense the other listening attentively.

Because occasionally raised points were especially novel, enlightening, giving a sense of freshness.

Although Professor Zhang was explaining knowledge he had learned, reviewing the old to know the new, from the other's words, he also gained different insights.

Unknowingly, he had spoken for most of the night, even feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

(End of chapter)