The Baoguo Temple was full of people. Excluding the hundred or so scholars who could participate in the Qushui Debate, there were about three to four hundred spectators. The pavilions and pavilions were all crowded with people. Hsu Fengnian went straight ahead and chose a relatively empty corner. He knocked on two relatively insignificant scholars with his Embroidered Winter Scabbard, hinting them to move aside and let him sit on the mat. The scholars who could sit here were not simple. The Debate of Kings and Tyrants was at the critical moment when they were suddenly interrupted. The two Gangnam-do scholars were about to reprimand him when they saw this barbarian coming out of nowhere with his scabbard and making a throat-slitting gesture. They were so scared that they had no choice but to sit on the mat with the scholars nearby. After Hsu Fengnian sat down, he beckoned the poor scholar to sit with him. The latter did not stand on ceremony. After sitting down, he looked absent-minded, as if he had mixed feelings. Hsu Fengnian looked up and saw a middle-aged scholar with a long beard standing and speaking generously at a place far away. He was tall and slender, with three strands of beard floating in the air. He could be called a bearded man. Almost every sentence he spoke drew cheers from the audience. His cadence was very infectious. Every time he paused, there was a gap for the audience to clap. Obviously, he was an experienced scholar. Hsu Fengnian was not interested in the Debate of Kings and Tyrants, nor was he good at it. Naturally, he did not feel anything when he heard it. On the contrary, the poor scholar sitting cross-legged closed his eyes and murmured to himself, "Righteousness, Profit, Kings and Tyrants, the sages of the previous dynasty did not have a deep understanding of it. This dynasty unified the country. First, the two Chancellors of Shangyin Academy distinguished the natural order and human desires. Later, the Yao, Lu, and Zhu families each had their own opinions. Only then did the truth come to light, so we scholars did not fall into the clouds and mist. Yuan Honghu considered himself a refined scholar who respected the king and the despicable tyrant. He criticized the use of both righteousness and profit. He believed that this kind of attitude would only destroy the foundation of Confucianism. In the end, he abandoned the way of the king and respected the way of the tyrant, and then fell into the way of the Legalism. "
Hsu Fengnian was a layman, but he could still get the gist of it. He turned around and asked, "Is this person trying to reason with the heavens and think that Wang Ba is different?"
The poor scholar opened his eyes and nodded. He sighed and said, "Yuan Honghu has always insisted that the prosperous era of the ancient times was the prosperous era of the king. The current prosperous era of the dynasty is just the decline of the tyrannical era. He believes that the people of the world are too ambitious. This trend cannot be allowed to grow, or else a great disaster will befall."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that Beijing will be angered by your words?"
The poor scholar shook his head and said, "I don't know if what I said is right or wrong. It is indeed from the bottom of my heart. Let's not talk about whether the Imperial Court will mind. How can a scholar keep quiet because of this? Although I believe that where one succeeds, there is virtue, and where things come to their aid, there is justice. But I also admire Yuan Honghu's knowledge and foresight. Although he abhors unrestrained selfish interests, he does not blindly reject the benefits of helping the people. But as he said, even if we retreat again and again and admit that Wang Ba is inseparable, five hundred years later, there might not be a single Confucian scholar left. Walking the path of profit, there will only be utilitarians left. Because of this, Yuan Honghu was once nearly drunk to death in the Litao Pavilion, calling out that we should cry five hundred years later. I can't stand those empty talkers with loose hair and bare chests, but I deeply sympathize with Yuan Honghu's drunkenness and crying. "
Hsu Fengnian said disapprovingly, "Only you scholars worry about the country and the people. But how many of you have been moral saints all your life? Have you ever really touched a copper coin? Do you know how much a steamed bun costs? "
The poor scholar smiled and said, "The great scholar Yuan Honghu may not know, but I do."
This time it was Hsu Fengnian's turn to be speechless.
The two of them were so engrossed in their conversation that they did not notice that the water was flowing and the wine was already in front of them. The beautiful maid who followed the wine leisurely came over and picked up the white jade wine cup. In an instant, this corner became the target of public criticism. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, This Old Man, who had participated in countless talks but had not been able to raise his cup more than a few times, widened his eyes. The two Confucians who were chased away by His Royal Highness with a saber were full of jealousy. They wished they could bend down and snatch the wine cup. It should be known that today's debate between Wang Ba and Yuan Jiangyan and Yin Daolin, two of the most famous scholars, were among them. It could be said that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to express one's own philosophy in front of these two big talkers. Other than the two great scholars of the present age, there was also Cheng Jia, a great scholar of Neo-Confucianism who was on par with Yao Baifeng. This old man was a great scholar of Neo-Confucianism who had exchanged letters with Master Yao. When did the contents of their letters not spread throughout the world? Cheng Zi said that he was slow and stupid all his life, and only made a hole in literary theory. He used this to mock Master Yao's carefree interpretation of the scriptures. Who in the world would not laugh at this? Although Master Yao's reply was to add that there was no need to delete a single word, there was no need for future generations to interpret the scriptures. It was also very mysterious. However, Gangnam-do was obviously more supportive of Cheng Zi's words. They insisted that even if Master Yao's knowledge was higher, Cheng Zi's morality was higher.
Today, the debate between Wang Ba and Wang Ba had gathered the three contemporary saints of Confucianism and Buddhism. Yangchun City had attracted more than a few hundred scholars who had come because of its reputation. However, Cheng Zi had always been learning from books and did not like to interact with people. Many of the local scholars had not even seen him for decades. Even if they walked right in front of him, they would not recognize him.
A beautiful maid came in with wine. Hsu Fengnian, who was originally bored to death, opened his eyes wide. He was an expert in cursing and swearing. His Royal Highness had traveled for three years and learned a lot of unique skills in cursing without using any obscenities. Unfortunately, he was a complete layman when it came to reasoning with people. Therefore, he did not stand up and used his scabbard to nudge the poor scholar beside him.
Hsu Fengnian saw that the poor scholar was not afraid of the stage. He stood up freely and took the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. After exchanging the wine cup with the beautiful and delicate maid, he said loudly, "If one can manage the world, righteousness will be beneficial. If one can help the people, Dao will be meritorious. Therefore, Ba Ba is the king! "
There was an uproar in Baoguo Temple.
Most of them were cold and mocking words like 'this person is trying to attract attention' or 'this person is just talking nonsense'. Their anger was surging. In the distance, Jiang Zuo's number one Yuan Jiangyan and Motionless Monk Yin Daolin, who were sitting at the same table, looked at each other and smiled. Obviously, they were not moved and only felt that there was one more meritorious child. But the next sentence, "After 25 years of bumpy journey, I began to understand the scholars of today's world. Those who think they are sincere are all apathetic people who don't know pain", made the two famous scholars who looked down on him stunned. This person really did not stop until his words shocked people to death. A hunchbacked old man who did not participate in the debate had been shaking his head. Only when he heard this sentence did he laugh to himself. What the arrogant scholar said next was even more preposterous. The spearhead was directed at Jiang Zuo's number one famous scholar, Yuan Honggu, "If you don't care about benefits at all, what's the use of crying for 500 years? Now that the people are not full, who should they cry to?! "
The beautiful bearded man, Yuan Jiangyan, laughed instead of being angry. He did not seem to be pretending to be magnanimous. He really laughed. But his table was far from the crowd and he could not see the subtle changes of Jiang Zuo's number one.
Baoguo Temple's host, Yin Daolin, said softly, "A strange theory is a strange theory, but it is also interesting. Let's see if he has the ability to prove it."
Yuan Jiangyan nodded his head.
The result was unexpected. The poor scholar from a poor family, whom almost no one in Baoguo Temple knew, talked about Wang Ba for an hour. He was very meticulous, which was completely different from the practice of ordinary scholars who cherished their words as if they were gold. Generally, when talking about profound mysteries, since it was profound, of course it had to be extremely profound. The goal was to make people confused. That was true ability. If they understood, it would be a blow to the head. If they did not understand, who would care about them? If a profound talk was strict and logical, wouldn't it be very boring? If the words did not convey the meaning and were thousands of miles away from the topic, then it would be interesting. A white horse that is not a horse is not a realm, a white horse that is a deer is a realm. There were more than a hundred famous scholars in the banquet and a few hundred listeners. Those who had strong willpower were still listening to this guy who did not know the big picture. Those who had strong willpower began to talk about things that could lift their spirits with the people around them. Those who had weak willpower were already itching to curse and yawn. If it was winter, they would definitely be stirring up lice. This was not impoliteness, but the elegance of a famous scholar!
Hsu Fengnian narrowed his eyes. He folded two knives on his knees and raised his head with his hands supporting his cheeks. He was "flirting" with the delicate and pretty servant girl who was stunned by the poor scholar's endless chatter. He laughed and said, "Sister, tip me a cup of wine."
The pitiful and cute servant girl was carrying a pot of wine and three cups. Her arms were already numb. Being teased by this lecher, she puffed up her cheeks and glared at him.
Hsu Fengnian was not discouraged. "Sister, are you tired? Sit down and rest for a while? Do you want me to help you carry it? "
She glared again when no one was paying attention.
This young master looked quite upright. How could he be so unrestrained?
Hsu Fengnian smiled brightly and asked relentlessly, "Where is sister from? Where do you live? How old are you?"
Princess Consort Jing 'an wished she could dig a hole and bury His Highness the Heir Apparent so that he wouldn't embarrass himself in public.
Fortunately, no one paid attention to this young master who was flirting with the servant girl because Yuan Jiangyan, who had not debated with anyone in public for ten years, spoke out for the first time. Yuan Honghu's talent and learning were the best on the left side of the river. If one traced back a little, one could see that the scholar's concept of using both the king and the tyrant came from the same root as Mr. Ji Shang of the Shangyin Academy. In those days, this Mr. Ji Shang only needed to win two out of three debates to become the Grand Chancellor of the Academy. However, he first won the debate of name and reality, then lost the debate of heaven and man. The last debate should have been the debate of the king and the tyrant, but Mr. Ji Shang unexpectedly gave up. However, everyone knew that this Mr. Da advocated using both the king and the tyrant. Yuan Jiangyan asked in a low voice, "Beiliang's Yao Xue is only dabbling in Zen, but you clearly talk about utilitarianism. Those who study Zen will search for the top, but they will not be able to find their way. They will leave and turn back. If you talk about utilitarianism, the scholar will learn and see immediate results. If you are lucky and forget about righteousness for the sake of profit, how will the future generation live? We scholars and common people laugh for a while, but the younger generation will cry for a hundred or a thousand years. Is this what you call a tyrant? "
There was an even bigger uproar!
Yuan Honghu's words clearly implicated the eminent monk Yin Daolin, who was close at hand. It could be seen that this number one scholar of Jiangzuo really attached importance to the scholar who everyone thought spoke without thinking. Everyone's spirit was shaken and they began to sit upright and still.
Hsu Fengnian was shamelessly flirting with the beautiful servant girl who was carrying the wine when he caught a glimpse of Elder Sister Xu Zhihu, who was in a yellow glazed roof pavilion, making a threatening gesture of knocking a chestnut. He rolled his eyes and was about to say a few more words to the servant girl when he caught a glimpse of a middle-aged Confucian who was staggering toward the pavilion. The Old God of Swords blocked the steps of the pavilion, his sword intent bursting out.
Even when facing the Su Of Gojoseon, Wu Liuding, he had never shown this kind of attitude as if he was facing a great enemy.
His Royal Highness suddenly stood up.
His figure flashed again and again. He shuttled through the crowd like a fish.
Hsu Fengnian approached the pavilion and saw that when the green-robed Confucian was twenty steps away from the pavilion, he waved his sleeves, as if he was trying to brush away the dust to show his great respect. Then, he suddenly knelt down!
The Confucian cried mournfully.
He gritted his teeth and said each word.
His voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in Hsu Fengnian's ears.
"West Chu's criminal Cao Changqing greets Your Highness the Princess!"
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