"Everyone, please take a seat," Fang Yundao said.
Only then did everyone obediently sit down. Some of them only dared to sit halfway down, while the others sat upright and still.
They respected him like a god and feared him like a saint.
Following this, Fang Yun began to deal with the government affairs of Elephant Province. At first, he only involved the provincial government and the various government offices. Later on, he involved the various county governments, and in the end, he even pointed out a few problems with the villages and streets.
The more the officials listened, the more they admired him. A few of the miscellaneous officials in particular almost prostrated themselves in front of everyone.
The highest goal of the miscellaneous school was to combine Confucianism, Ink, and Legalism, to comprehend all the Daos of the hundred schools of thought. But later on, they realized that this path was extremely difficult to walk. After Lu Buwei's death, the direction of the miscellaneous school changed to that of government.
Every scholar of the miscellaneous school had a sort of pride in their handling of government affairs. They even believed that whether it was the Confucian school or the Legalist school, or even the other schools, they were far inferior to the miscellaneous school in the imperial court. Some of the miscellaneous schools even believed that the Confucian school was extremely suited for education and etiquette, but not for being an official. This was because the Confucian school wanted to treat itself as a saint and treat its officials as saints. This was absolutely impossible.
The miscellaneous school had always believed that the Confucian school had a wrong understanding of politics. They should view officials from the perspective of humans, constrain officials from the perspective of humans, and demand officials from the perspective of humans. If they viewed, constrained, and demanded officials from the perspective of saints, this would be a complete disaster, even becoming a fig leaf for the Confucian school. In the end, it would lead to an extremely grave crisis.
A few of the great Confucians of the miscellaneous school had privately said that it was fortunate that the human race had a Notre-Dame and that the Confucian school had strength. If the Confucian school lost its strength, the bureaucrats would definitely use the most despicable, repulsive, and cruel methods to overturn the Confucian school's benevolent governance for their own selfish desires. They would make officials officials, not saints.
In truth, the fact that the miscellaneous school had occupied the imperial courts of the various human countries already proved that the miscellaneous school was more suited to politics.
In the past few years, in the imperial examinations and other examinations, they had reduced the content of the Confucian school's saints making officials government affairs. Instead, they had increased the viewpoint of the miscellaneous school's Half-saint in politics.
It wasn't that the Confucian school was unable to control education, but that the Confucian school had already admitted that they were inferior to the miscellaneous school in politics. Rather than plunging the human race into crisis, it was better to use a slow method of reform.
Reformers could be saints, but officials were only humans.
When foreign enemies invaded the human race, they could be saints.
When the country was fragmenting, they could be saints who unified the entire region.
After the world stabilized and the external threat weakened, those who could satisfy the selfish desires of the human race could become saints.
When the country was stable, the human race could not be viewed in the same light as when the country was fighting against foreign enemies or when the country was in chaos. However, the true heroes and saints during the chaos could not be denied either.
When the country was in chaos, those decadent moans and groans could not be compared to a soldier, a weapon, or a machine, no matter how extravagant the flattery was.
The Miscellany official had thought that Fang Yun might use Confucian methods to deal with government affairs, but in fact, Fang Yun had abandoned most of the ideas of "benevolence", and at the same time, abandoned the harshness of Legalism. He even threw all the dregs of the Miscellany School into the garbage and used more effective and brilliant methods to deal with everything.
Later on, no matter what Fang Yun said, all the officials remembered every word. Not only did they remember the words, but they also remembered Fang Yun's tone and expression.
Soon, some of the officials looked intoxicated.
A clear sound rang out.
The literary courage of an old Jinshi official had finally reached the second realm.
However, no one was surprised, and they continued to listen to Fang Yun's way of government.
Soon, talent descended from the heavens, and a middle-aged Jinshi was promoted to the Hanlin Academy.
No one congratulated him, but everyone was jubilant. Even the person promoted to the Hanlin Academy did not care. He only had eyes for Fang Yun.
Unknowingly, all the scholars in Baling City had gathered outside the Academy of Literature. Many scholars were so anxious that they scratched their heads.
Ever since last year's Mid-Autumn Literary Meet, Baling City had become a famous tourist spot for the human race. Many scholars who had been sent over by the Sea Eye were still here, and scholars from various countries had set Baling City as their destination.
At first, these scholars only wanted to participate in Dong Wencong's Literary Meet, but as more and more officials in the Academy of Literature were promoted, the scholars could no longer hold back and went to the Academy of Literature.
They just wanted to know what method Fang Yun had used to increase the strength of others.
Soon after, this news spread through the Proclamation of Literature and the human race. Many great Confucians did not hesitate to expend their talents and military merits to send their divine senses into the sky above Baling City, wanting to hear what Fang Yun had to say.
Unfortunately, apart from the officials in front of Fang Yun, not even the great Confucians could hear a single word.
However, these great Confucians were shocked, and a few of them even lost the ability to think.
Two rows of apricot trees were planted on both sides of every Academy of Literature.
Back then, Kong Sheng had lectured in many places, such as the Sishui Academy, the Sishui Academy, and so on. However, there was one place that Kong Sheng liked the most, and it was called the Apricot Altar. Later on, the Kong Clan built the current Temple of Confucius on the Apricot Altar.
It was called the Apricot Altar because there were four apricot trees around it before Kong Sheng lectured, and there was even a juniper tree that Kong Sheng had personally planted.
In the Academy of Confucius, there were some trees that had listened to Kong Sheng or the Sages' lectures. They were very strange and were respectfully called Mister Trees. Even their leaves had extraordinary strength.
However, compared to the four apricot trees, Mister Trees were only ordinary. As for the juniper tree, it was worshipped as the Sage Tree!
According to the legends, the juniper tree was constantly nourished by Kong Sheng's strength, and it was full of wisdom. It could even speak the human language. Logically speaking, it should be a tree demon. However, neither the Kong Clan nor the juniper tree recognized it as a demon. They only recognized it as the seventy-third disciple of Kong Sheng.
Kong Sheng had three thousand disciples and seventy-two sages.
Although the four apricot trees were not as good as the Sage Tree, they were still extraordinary. Each tree only bore one fruit every ten years, and it was called the Kong Apricot. Every single fruit was worshipped as the treasure of the Kong Clan, and it was always fought over by the great Confucians.
Now, the two apricot trees on both sides of the Academy of Literature were showing signs of abnormalities!
The other apricot trees were no different from before, but the two apricot trees were sprouting, growing leaves, blooming, bearing fruit, falling leaves, and sprouting at a speed visible to the naked eye … The cycle of the four seasons was repeating.
The two apricot trees seemed to be shrouded in the power of time, and they were blessed by the river of time, growing rapidly.
Ordinary apricot trees could reach the height of a three-story building, and the apricot trees in the Academy of Literature were slightly taller, reaching the height of a four-story building. However, the two apricot trees were now ten zhang tall!
Furthermore, they were still growing and growing!
The leaves and apricots of the apricot trees fell to the ground and were quickly absorbed by the tree roots.
"Little Apricot Altar …"
Many great Confucians were saying the same thing.
This was a place that could only be created by a Half-saint, and there was no exception!
Furthermore, not every place where a Half-saint lectured could form a Little Apricot Altar.
Including this place, the human race only had sixteen Little Apricot Altars. The other fifteen were places where the Sage lectured, and he had lectured many times.
The Little Apricot Altar would definitely be worshipped as a sacred ground by the Notre-Dame and the human race!
Fang Yun, a scholar, had created a sacred ground!
The great Confucians who saw this scene felt dizzy. This was not just a sacred ground for the School of Medicine or the School of War.
It was revered by the various schools and sects!
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