Three Dumb Geese

When it came to the Daoist Arts, he might have held the upper hand by a notch, but that was because he had encountered them and cultivated them himself. Yet Su Ziji, an ordinary scholar, not only carried an air of nobility and seemed destined for great things, but possessed such gifts in every respect. If he were allowed to cultivate the Daoist Arts, wouldn't that be disastrous?

"Could the sudden palpitations I felt before have been because I foresaw that this man was a heaven-sent genius, and that if he cultivated the Daoist Arts, he would surely become a great calamity?"

"That would explain it."

"With such comprehension, I fear that after discussing only a thing or two, he could glimpse the essence and enter the gate directly."

Thinking of all the hardships he had endured when learning the Daoist Arts in those days, and the pain of racking his brains now yet being unable to seize that fleeting spark of inspiration, Liu Zhan's gaze upon Su Ziji became somewhat strange.

"This man... I cannot see through him." He withdrew his gaze and sighed in frustration.

What was called seeking Heaven and the heart—

In truth, all of it was an attempt to find a path. But to orthodoxy, even if one had completed the path, it was still Outer Dao.

At the time, the Song Dynasty had regarded Neo-Confucianism as an Outer Dao heresy, and the Ming Dynasty had not truly acknowledged the School of Mind either.

It was only that generation after generation of Confucian scholars saw no dawn ahead. Once a new doctrine emerged, they would always pursue it for a while. That was why Neo-Confucianism and the School of Mind had gained so many followers.

Unfortunately, after a while, they would still discover that the