"Until this time, a scholar from Yunlu Academy took over the position of the first assistant in the cabinet. He did not continue to adhere to the ideas of his predecessors, and resolutely joined Renzong's command. Under the abuse, he solved the matter for Renzong. There was a lot of uproar. The national war is finally over.
"Yunlu Academy was hated by Renzong because of this incident. He realized that the existence of Yunlu Academy was not conducive to the rule of imperial power. At this time, Cheng Hui proposed to set up Guozijian and let the court train talents by itself."
"And the decline of Confucianism has also begun."
This is the origin of the dispute between Yunlu Academy and Guozijian over Confucian orthodoxy.
Guozijian is a national university, and Yunlu Academy is a private institution. How could a private institution surpass a national institution... Xu Qi'an suddenly realized.
After Xu Xinnian finished speaking, with the tone of the entrance examination, "Brother, what do you think... . . . Well, I am referring to the matter of contending for the country, which has nothing to do with academics."
Do you think that when it comes to academics, a scumbag like eldest brother can't answer? Xu Qi'an complained in his heart and smiled: "On the surface, it is a struggle for the country, but in fact it is a power struggle."
"If scholars want to display their ambitions, they must hold great power, and the amount of power in a country is fixed. When you have more power, others will lose power. The highest level of party struggle is to become an uncrowned emperor. King."
Xu Xinnian was originally going to take the exam at random, but when he heard this, his face changed greatly.
Xu Qi'an squinted at him: "Why, what am I saying is wrong?"
That's right, but you can't talk nonsense... Xu Xinnian took a deep breath: "Go ahead."
Xu Qi'an nodded: "No matter how powerful the Confucian dragon slaying technique is, after all, the imperial power is stronger. After learning the arts of literature and martial arts, the goods are used by the emperor's family. This sentence says everything. Since ancient times, whether it is greedy or virtuous, as long as it is a powerful minister , it will not end well.”
Controlling the government is only temporary, and will be liquidated in the end, because the subject will always be the subject. When Xu Qi'an read history in his last life, there were too many uncrowned emperors. Which one would end well
Cao Agui does not count, the war-torn era when imperial power collapsed is another matter.
Xu Xinnian asked urgently, "What is the solution?"
What the eldest brother told him, the academy will not teach it.
"No solution!" Xu Qi'an shook his head and sighed: "The courtroom is like a battlefield, the party fights for a while, and the family crematorium."
What he said was strange, but it seemed that there was a thousand years of literary history brewing in his eyes. Looking at these eyes, Xu Xinnian was stunned.
"But there is another way of thinking here, eldest brother." Xu Qi'an changed his words.
"Brother, please speak."
"Qian Daru's deeds are a living example. When you can affect the luck of a country, you will change from a scholar who relies on the imperial power to a strong man who can be on an equal footing with the imperial power."
Xu New Year's eyes lit up, and a look of joy appeared on his face, when he heard Xu Qi'an say leisurely: "Erlang is very smart, and Ruzi can be taught."
"... .." Xu Erlang then realized that it was me who was testing him at school... .
Xu Qi'an did not continue to speak, thinking about a question in his heart. Although Yunlu Academy's future in the officialdom was cut off, it is still a holy place that controls the Confucian practice system.
It is only the career that is cut off.
Although Xu Xinnian did not explain that it was the academy's career that began to weaken, or the entire Confucian system began to weaken, Xu Qi'an thought it was the latter.
Because of what Xu Erlang said in conjunction with the waterfall: In the past two hundred years, the highest Confucianism is only the third grade.
Is it because after the third rank, the Confucian system must be admitted as an official? Or does it involve something like Confucian luck
"Then what does this monument mean? Why is it standing here?" he asked.
Xu Xinnian stared at the inscriptions in the monument with complicated eyes, and sighed: "This is the follow-up, or rather, part of the Confucian orthodoxy dispute."
"That Cheng Yasheng was amazing. After he established Guozijian, he knew that if he wanted to surpass Yunlu Academy, he must have his own education system. Otherwise, the students of Guozijian would still be students of Yunlu Academy.
"So he devoted himself to studying the sage's classics, re-collecting them, and integrating them into his own thoughts. After 13 years, he finally created an education system that is better than the blue."
"Preserving the principles of heaven and destroying human desires?" Xu Qi'an moved in his heart.
Xu Erlang nodded. After the conversation just now, he was willing to explain academic issues with his rough cousin, saying:
"Cheng Yasheng believes that everything in the world follows a certain law, and this law is called "li". Li is the most essential thing in the world, and it is also the most correct."
"All things depend on the principles, so that they can flourish. But in the turbulence of all things in the world, people will lose themselves and lose reason."
"So you have to save the law of nature and destroy people's desires?" Xu Qi'an said.
Preserving the principles of heaven and destroying human desires is the outline of the Guozijian school of thought. How to operate it, Xu Qi'an is waiting for Xu Xinan's explanation.
Xu Xinnian continued: "Cheng Yasheng collected notes for the saints and formulated a set of rules. If scholars follow this set of rules, they will not make mistakes, they are correct, and they should be in harmony with the laws of heaven and earth.
"This set of rules elevates loyalty, filial piety, festival, and righteousness to the level of heaven."
Xu Xinnian sneered: "The ruler wants the minister to die, the minister has to die; the father wants the son to die, the son has to die; sacrifice his life for the sake of righteousness; die for the sake of festivals."
Xu Qi'an listened silently, and suddenly asked: "What do you think of the old days, is this right or wrong?"
Xu Xinnian was stunned. He stared blankly at his cousin and opened his mouth to speak, but a mysterious force stuck in his throat, making him speechless.
Xu Qi'an understood that this kind of power is called "ideological confinement".
"So, there is this monument?" Xu Qi'an turned his eyes back to the inscription.
"Yeah." Xu Erlang nodded: "The dispute between Yunlu Academy and Guozijian is an academic dispute and a dispute of ideas. But this monument has been standing in the Yasheng Academy for two hundred years, and it has never fallen. If so, Yunlu Academy will not be able to defeat Guozijian in one day."
"The dean has been sitting in the academy for more than ten years. He has tried to refute what is recorded on the inscription, and tried to create a more mature and correct concept, but he failed."
"Because it represents the truth and the correctness." Xu Qi'an said.
"Yes." Xu Xinnian sighed: "Not only the dean, but in fact, all the great scholars and teachers of the academy have been competing with this inscription, but no one has succeeded. Yasheng's thoughts can be refuted by ordinary people."
"The blank tablet over there..." Xu Qi'an had a guess in his heart.
"The dean stood there, but for more than ten years, he has never written on it." Xu Xinnian pointed to the table beside the blank stone tablet and said:
"Later some students and Confucians tried to inscribe on the stele to compete with Cheng Yasheng's stele, but they would be wiped off the next day. However, the pen and inkstone on the table were left, maybe the dean was also looking forward to it. ."
"Because of this, whenever the students have a whim and feel good about themselves, they will come here to inscribe. It's a pity that the person expected by the dean has never appeared."
"I used to think I could, and I also wrote on the stone tablet..." Speaking of which, Xu Xinnian did not continue, obviously not planning to tell his cousin about the frivolity he used to be, so as to avoid another social death.
Facing the inscription, Xu Qi'an was silent for a moment, and said solemnly:
"Farewell to the old, big brother asks you, the king is heavy, or the world is heavy."
Xu Xinnian did not hesitate: "Naturally, it is the common people in the world."
Xu Qi'an asked again: "Then why do you study?"
Xu Xinnian subconsciously said: "Be loyal to the monarch and serve the country..."
After speaking, he was stunned.
Xu Qi'an didn't care, and continued to ask, "Is it really the lifelong pursuit of scholars?"
Xu Xinnian did not answer, his silence explained everything.
What the two great Confucians of Yunlu Academy did to rub the poems also explained everything.
Xu Qi'an sighed quietly.
The king wants the minister to die and the minister has to die. Why
If the father wants the son to die, the son has to die. Why
Can't this shitty society have more human rights? Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "I am not a scholar, but I also want to write something, say goodbye to the old days, and grind for me."
Xu Xinan frowned.
Xu Qi'an said: "Anyway, the pen and ink are here, isn't it just for people to write, if the big brother's writing is not good, someone will erase it tomorrow."
After Xu Xinian heard it, he went to polish the ink. After a while, he stood in front of the monument with a pen and asked, "What do you want to write?"
"This time I'm going to write it myself." Xu Qi'an grabbed the pen and stared at the blank stone tablet.
The face of the stall owner who was eating breakfast this morning suddenly came to mind. It was obviously painful to death, but he didn't dare to ask for money. Poor as a dog.
The problem of subordinate officials in the Dafeng Dynasty has been accumulating for a long time. The whole palace is full of beasts and beasts who are loyal and patriotic, but they have never looked down on the people at the bottom of the hierarchy.
He thought of Zhou Li's arrogant and domineering attitude when he rode a horse in the street. I thought of the records of the rampant rampant in the yamen in the capital.
The existence of extraordinary force made the ills of the feudal dynasty more vividly displayed; it also made the people at the bottom do not even have the courage to rebel.
He knew at least a few vigorous peasant uprisings in his last life, but in this world, peasant uprisings were quickly extinguished without even having a chance to take shape.
Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and picked up the pen to write:
"Set your mind for heaven and earth, set up your life for the people, set up a legacy for the sages of the past, and create peace for all generations!"
After writing, Xu Qi'an only felt refreshed, sighed in his chest, tossed the pen, and said loudly, "Farewell to the old, this is what a scholar should do."
Boom!
In Xu Cijiu's mind, it was as if a thunderbolt fell, splitting the chaotic spiritual consciousness, and splitting the shackles of the soul.
He stared blankly at his cousin, wondering if it was an illusion, Xu Erlang seemed to see the strong purple aura on his cousin's head flashing away.
Click!
The stone tablet on the side suddenly made a cracking sound, and a huge crack appeared.
The brothers were taken aback, and before they could react, the entire Yasheng Academy trembled, the dome "suddenly" dropped ashes, and the candlesticks collapsed.
The Yasheng sculpture burst into a breath of fresh air, breaking through the white clouds on the top of the mountain, and visions were seen dozens of miles away.
Xu Qi'an was stunned, and his face was extremely ugly: "What's going on? Well... It seems that disaster has occurred."
"What's the trouble, what's the trouble?" Xu Xinnian was excited and said loudly, "What does this have to do with us, we have never been to the Yasheng Academy."
After he finished speaking, he grabbed his head and rushed out the door, escaping.
"Scholar, wait for me." Xu Qi'an chased after him, saying that at the critical moment, the scholar is still capable of adapting.
ps: The Neo-Confucianism in the book is an academic school that I developed based on "Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism". It is very different from the Neo-Confucianism in reality.
This is based on real material, and then you can modify it yourself. After all, you asked me to create an academic school out of nowhere... Well, I am so hung up on it, what else can I write
The reason for the explanation is that "Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism" is polarized in praise and criticism, which is likely to lead to unnecessary wars of words, so I have to make a statement.
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