Second Spiritual Tide

Heng Yunfan asked curiously: "Master, does time really have meaning in the eyes of immortal immortals?" "The rise and fall of the tides are notches, and the fluttering of mayflies' wings is also thunder." "Then how are times divided in the eyes of immortals?" "Tell me, how do you think we date it?" "Starting from the birth of the universe..." "Idiot." The old man took a sip of tea and said, "When people began to make pottery, immortals ascended to the sky." "Well, we divide it according to hunting and gathering, agriculture, and industry as nodes, and productivity as standard." "The effects of hundreds of works in this world are not enough to move the minds of immortals." Heng Yunfan was silent. He lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something. "My disciple is stupid and I hope my master can teach me." The old man stood up and said in concise and powerful vernacular: "In the eyes of those arrogant old immortals, there have been only two era nodes in the past six thousand years." The old man paused and continued: "One saves people from trouble, practices rituals, makes rituals and music, prohibits gods from being kind to the people; the other saves people from trouble, creates China, and spreads destiny to the world."