Great Creator

I saw a reader ask about Fang Xing today, by the way.

This issue is mentioned in the first chapter of the first volume of Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio.

The original text of Kao Chenghuang: Song Gong, the ancestor of Yu's sister-in-law, was born in Yilin. One day when I was sick, I saw the officials holding the ultimatum, leading the white horse to come, saying: Please go to the test. The public said: Wen Zong has not come, how can I get the test? The official did not say anything, but urged it. Gongli disease rode a horse to go, the road was very sparse, to a city, like a king's capital. Time-shifted into the mansion, the palace is magnificent. There are more than ten officials sitting on it, but none of them know who they are, but Guan Zhuangmiao can know him. There are several and two piers under the eaves. First, there is a scholar sitting at the end, and the public toilet is shoulder-to-shoulder. There are notes on each of the tables. The Russian inscription paper flew down, and it was regarded as having eight characters, saying: One person and two people, with intentions or unintentions. The two official documents were completed and presented to the hall. There is a saying in the official document: If you do good with your heart, you will not be rewarded even if you are good. If you do evil without intention, you will not be punished even if you are evil. The gods praised it endlessly. Zhao Gongshang, the edict said: Henan lacks a city god, and the king is worthy of his position. Gong Fang realized, he nodded and cried, Why do you dare to say more when you are humiliated? But my mother is seventy years old, and there is no one to support her. Please die In his natural age, he can only be accepted. The person who made the previous emperor's portrait is Ming Ji's mother's life record. An official with a long beard flipped through the book, and said: There are nine years in the sun. After hesitating together, Emperor Guan said: It's better to let Zhang Sheng take the seal script for nine years, and it can be alternated. Immediately go to office, now to promote benevolence and filial piety, give nine years leave. When the time comes, I will call you again. He also encouraged the scholar to speak a few words. The two public officials went down together. The scholars shook hands and sent them to the countryside, saying to themselves Zhang in Changshan. I used a poem to bid farewell, but I forgot its words. There is a sentence in it that there are flowers and wine, spring is always there, and the night is self-luminous without candles and lights.

After the public rode, he left without leaving, and when he arrived, he was like a dream. It had been three days since his death, when the mother heard the groaning in the coffin, she helped her out, and she was able to speak for half a day. Ask about Changshan, if Zhang was born, he died every day. In the last nine years, Muguo died, and after the burial was completed, Huanzhuo entered the house and disappeared. His father-in-law lives in Ximenli in the middle of the city, and suddenly he sees Gong Louying Zhu Yu, and there are many husbands and horses. Climb to the hall, and walk with one worship. We were all surprised and suspicious, not knowing that it was a god, and went to the village to inquire, and it was dead. There is a public self-reported biography, but it is a pity that there will be no survival after the chaos.

The general idea is that a man was recruited to take an exam in his dream at night. When he saw the exam question One person, two people, intentionally or unintentionally, he knew how to answer, so he replied: If you do good deeds with utilitarianism in mind, even if you do good deeds, God will not reward you. If you don't want to do evil, if you do bad things unintentionally, God will not punish you. His paper was circulated by the gods, and they all praised him, so they invited him to be the city god. The man panicked when he heard that, the City God is a priest of the underworld, so making him a City God would mean letting him die. So I begged to go back to take care of my mother first, so I went back to take care of my mother for nine years before my mother died and became a city god.

In fact, this story should reflect a very common view of retribution between good and evil among the ancient people, who believed that doing good should not be deliberate, otherwise it will have no effect, that is, the mind will not matter. This kind of view is obviously made up by the poor, because as long as there is a theory of karma in the world, some people will try to do more good deeds to obtain good results, but in terms of doing good deeds, of course, whoever has more money will be more effective What's more, in ancient times, most people were so poor that they couldn't have enough to eat at home, so how could they help others. Therefore, in doing good deeds, the poor are obviously inferior to the rich.

What to do about this? So there is this kind of chicken thief. The poor have no ability to help others, and the rich spend money to do good deeds to accumulate yin virtue, but the poor do not want the rich to occupy any yin virtue, so they think that doing good with intentions is an opportunistic act of karma, which is meaningless. No different from the poor who do not do good deeds. On the contrary, poor people don’t want to do bad things, but because of various reasons, such as being too poor, ignorant of the law, careless, and doing bad things, they can’t afford it, so they will justify that I didn’t intend to do evil, and I shouldn’t be punished.

The people who made up this theory were poor and shameless, and most of them were lumpen proletarians in ancient times.

We people today will feel that this is a double standard and a troll, because we are normal people, not lumpen proletarians who became distorted under the oppression of the feudal system in ancient society.

This phenomenon is not an isolated case, on the contrary, I have seen it in many folklore.

Also, if you read ancient novels, you will find a lot of annoying plots. I still remember the beginning of the biography of Jigong. Jigong’s family has been doing good deeds for a long time. I don’t know how many good deeds they have done, but they have never had children.

So where is the justice in the world?

Of course in the essence of ancient culture.

For example, various schools of thought.

The above is my personal point of view crude. Please correct me if there is any mistake.