Chapter 42: Inscription
"Until this time, a reader from Yunlu Academy took over the position of cabinet chief minister, he did not continue to adhere to the ideas of his predecessors, and resolutely threw himself under the banner of Emperor Renzong, and resolved the matter for Emperor Renzong against the abuse. The row over the national capital was finally over.
"Because of this incident, Yunlu Academy was detested by Renzong, who realized that the existence of Yunlu Academy was not conducive to the rule of imperial power. And at this time, Cheng Hi proposed the formation of the State Scholarship, so that the court could train its own talents."
"And this is where the decline of Confucianism began."
This is the origin of the dispute between Yunlu Academy and the State Scholarship about the orthodoxy of Confucianism.
The Guozijian was a state university, Yunlu Academy was private, how could a private institution fuck over a state ..... Xu Qi'an came to a sudden realization.
Xu New Year finished, with a tone of examination, "What does big brother feel ..... Well, I am referring to the matter of fighting for the state capital, which has nothing to do with academics."
Is it because he thinks that if it involves academics, a clay legged man like big brother can't answer it? Xu Qi'an spat in his heart and laughed, "On the surface it's a fight for the state capital, but in reality it's a fight for power."
"If a scholar wants to fulfill his ambitions, he must hold a great deal of power in his hands, and the volume of power in a country is fixed. When you hold more power in your hands, there are others who lose power. The highest level of party rivalry is to overthrow the emperor and become the uncrowned emperor."
Xu New Year was originally casually quizzed, but when he heard this, his face changed drastically.
Xu Qi'an slanted a glance at him, "What, am I wrong?"
It's very right, but it can't be said in vain .... Xu New Year took a deep breath, "You continue."
Xu Qi'an nodded, "No matter how powerful the Confucian art of dragon slaying is, in the end, imperial power is still a bit stronger. When you learn the art of literature and martial arts, the goods will be used in the imperial household. This sentence says it all. Since ancient times, no matter whether one is greedy or virtuous, as long as one is a powerful official, there is no good end."
Holding power over the dynasty was only for a moment, and in the end, they would all be liquidated, because a vassal would always be a vassal. When Xu Qi'an read history in his last life, there were too many uncrowned emperors, which one had a good ending?
Cao A Concealer didn't count, and the war-torn era when imperial power collapsed was another matter.
Xu New Year pursued with some urgency, "What's the way to crack it?"
What Big Brother had said to him, the academy would not teach.
"There is no solution!" Xu Qi'an shook his head and sighed, "The imperial court is like a battlefield, party disputes are fun for a while, but the whole family is cremated."
The words he said were rare and strange, but it was as if there was a thousand years of literature and history brewing in his eyes. Looking at these eyes, Xu New Year froze.
"But big brother has another thought here." Xu Qi'an's words changed.
"Big brother, please speak."
"Great Confucian Qian's deeds are a living example, when you can have an impact on a country's qi, you go from being a scholar who is dependent on the imperial power to a powerful person who can be equal to the imperial power."
Xu New Year's eyes lit up, and just as a look of delight surfaced on his face, he heard Xu Qi'an leisurely say, "Erlang is too intelligent, the children are teachable."
"....." Only then did Erlang Xu react, it was clearly me who was quizzing him ....
Xu Qi'an didn't continue to speak, pondering a doubt in his heart, although Yunlu Academy's future in the official world had been snuffed out, it was still a holy place that held the Confucian cultivation system.
What was severed was only the career path.
Although Xu New Year did not specify whether it was the academy's career path that had begun to weaken or the Confucian system as a whole that had begun to weaken, Xu Qi'an felt that it was the latter.
Because combined with the waterfall, what Xu Erlang said: for two hundred years, the highest Confucianism had only been three ranks.
Was it because after the third rank, the Confucian system had to enter as an official? Or was it something involving Confucianism's qi or something like that?
"Then what does this monument mean? Why is it standing here." He asked.
Xu New Year gazed at the text in the stele with complex eyes and sighed, "This is a follow-up, or rather, a part of the dispute over Confucian orthodoxy."
"That Cheng Yasheng was amazingly talented, and after he established the State Scholarship, he knew that if he wanted to surpass the Yunlu Academy, he had to have an education system of his own. Otherwise, the students of the Imperial College would still be the students of the Yunlu Academy.
"So he studied the classics of the sages, re-collected notes for them, and incorporated his own ideas. After thirteen years, he finally created an education system that was more blue than blue."
"Existing heavenly principles and destroying human desires?" Xu Qi'an's heart stirred.
Xu Erlang nodded, and with the conversation he had just had, began to be willing to explain academic issues to his rough cousin, saying:
"Cheng Yasheng believes that everything in this world follows a certain law, this law is called "reason", reason is the most essential thing in this world, and it is also the most correct."
"All things depend on reason in order to flourish. But in the chaos and confusion of the world, people will lose themselves and their reason."
"Thus it is necessary to preserve heavenly reason and destroy human desires?" Xu Qi'an said.
Existing heavenly reason and extinguishing human desires was the outline of the Guozijian school of thought, exactly how to operate, Xu Qi'an waited for Xu Xinxin's explanation.
Xu Xinxin continued, "Cheng Yasheng set up a whole set of rules for the sages, and if the readers follow this set of rules, they can't go wrong, they are correct, and they are in accordance with the laws of heaven and earth.
"This set of rules elevated loyalty, filial piety, temperance, and righteousness to the height of heavenly principles."
Xu New Year snorted, "If the king wants the subject to die, the subject has to die; if the father wants the son to die, the son has to die; for the sake of righteousness, one has to give up one's life; for the sake of preserving one's integrity, one has to go to death."
Xu Qi'an listened in silence, and suddenly asked, "Then what does Ruilao think, is this right or wrong?"
Xu New Year froze, he looked at his cousin dumbfounded, opened his mouth to speak, but a mysterious force stuck his throat, making him unable to speak.
Xu Qi'an understood, this power was called "Thought Imprisonment".
"So that's why there's this monument?" Xu Qi'an turned his gaze back to the tablet.
"Uh-huh." Xu Erlang nodded, "The dispute between Yunlu Academy and the State Scholarship Academy was a dispute over academics, a dispute over ideas. But this tablet has stood in the Yasheng Academy for two hundred years, it has never fallen, and the day it doesn't fall, the Cloud Deer Academy will not be able to defeat the State Elementary School."
"The dean sat in the academy for more than ten years withered away, his white head was in a poor state of mind, trying to refute what was written on the tablet, trying to create a more mature and correct set of ideas, but he failed."
"Because it represents truth, it represents correctness." Xu Qi'an said.
"Yes." Xu Xinan sighed, "Not only the dean, but in fact, all the generations of great scholars and gentlemen of the academy have been fighting against this tablet, but no one has succeeded. The thoughts of Yasheng, is it not something that an idle person can refute."
"That blank tablet up there ...." Xu Qi'an had a guess in his heart.
"It was the dean who erected it there, but for more than a decade, he never put pen to paper on it." Xu New Year pointed to the tabletop beside the blank stele and said:
"Later on, some scholars and great scholars tried to inscribe on the stone tablet to fight against Cheng Yasheng's inscription, only to have them all erased the next day. But the pens and inkstones on the table stayed, perhaps because the dean also held a hint of expectation."
"Because of this, whenever the scholars had a sudden thought and felt excellent about themselves, they would come here to inscribe. It's a pity that the one the dean was expecting never showed up."
"I once thought I could, and also inscribed on the stone monument ...." Speaking here, Xu New Year did not continue, apparently not intending to tell his cousin about his former youthful indiscretions, lest he die socially once more.
Righteousness and death festival to repay the king's grace, and a hundred generations of fame for ten thousand ancient names ..... Xu Qi'an, facing the inscription, was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice:
"Resignation, big brother asked you, is the king heavy, or is the world's life heavy."
Xu New Year did not hesitate, "Naturally, it is the world's living beings."
Xu Qi'an asked again, "Then why do you study?"
Xu New Year subconsciously said, "Loyalty to the king and the country ...."
After saying this, he froze himself.
Xu Qi'an did not care and continued to ask: "Is fame in history really the lifelong pursuit of a scholar?"
Xu New Year did not answer, his silence said it all.
What the two great Confucian scholars of Yunlu Academy had done in order to rub out the poem also said it all.
Xu Qi'an sighed quietly.
A king who wanted his subjects to die had to die, on what grounds?
The father wants the son to die, the son has to die, why?
Why can't this shit society have more human rights? Xu Qi'an laughed, "I'm not a reader, but I would like to write something, Resignation, grind for me."
Xu New Year frowned.
Xu Qi An said, "Anyway, the pen and ink are here, isn't it just for people to write, if big brother doesn't write well, someone will naturally erase it tomorrow."
After hearing this, Xu New Year went to sharpen the ink. In a short while, he stood in front of the stele with a pen and asked, "What does big brother want to write?"
"I'm going to write it myself this time." Xu Qi'an split his head and snatched the pen, gazing at the blank stone tablet.
The face of the stall owner who ate breakfast this morning suddenly surfaced in his mind, obviously dying of flesh pain, but not daring to ask for silver. Poor like a dog.
The Da Feng Dynasty has a long history of problems with the Xu officials, the temple is full of beasts of burden who are loyal to the emperor and love the country, but they have never looked down on the people at the bottom of the compassionate gaze.
He thought of the arrogant and domineering gesture of Zhou Li when he was riding his horse in the street. He thought of the accounts of the yamen running amok in the capital.
The existence of transcendent force allowed the ills of the feudal dynasty to unfold more and more; it also made the people at the bottom of the hierarchy not even have the courage to unveil their resistance.
In his previous life, he had known at least a few sensational peasant uprisings, but in this world, the peasants' uprisings were swiftly extinguished without even having a chance to take shape.
Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and lifted his pen to write:
"To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a life for the people, to succeed the great learning of the past saints, and to establish peace for all ages!"
After writing, Xu Qi'an only felt refreshed and exhaled the depressed air in his chest, threw the pen away and said loudly, "Resignation of the old, this is what a scholar should do."
Rumble!
In Xu Ruixu's mind, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck down, splitting open the chaotic spiritual awareness, splitting open the shackles of the soul.
He stared blankly at his cousin, and he didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but Xu Erlang seemed to see a flash of rich purple aura above his cousin's head.
Click!
The stone monument on the side suddenly made a crumbling sound, and a huge crack that ran through the top and bottom appeared.
The two brothers were startled, and before they could react, the entire Yashin Palace trembled, the dome "rustling" off the ash, and the candelabra toppled over.
The sculpture of the Sub-Sage rushed up a clear air, bloomed through the white clouds on the mountaintop, dozens of miles away all saw the vision.
Xu Qi'an was confused, his face was extremely ugly: "What's going on? Well .... It seems to have caused trouble."
"What trouble, what trouble?" Xu Qi'an was agitated and blurted out, "What does this have to do with us, we've never been to the Sublime Sacred School Palace."
After saying that, holding his head, he grabbed the door and fled.
"Reader, wait for me." Xu Qi'an drew his legs and chased after him, thinking that at the critical moment, it was still the Reader who was resilient.
PS: the book of science is based on my "Cheng Zhu science" dispersion, magic change out of the academic school, and the reality of science is very different, don't be serious.
This belongs to the reality of the material, and then their own magic change, after all, you let me move hard to create an academic school .... Well, I have so hanging, why write a novel?
The reason why the explanation, mainly because "Cheng Zhu science" polarization, easy to attract unnecessary war of words, so I have to declare it.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
