Ever since the brick road was built, the speed of news transmission had greatly increased. Chang 'an City would receive countless messages from all over the world every day.
The news of Meton's hair-cutting was so sensational that it naturally spread to Chang 'an City immediately. The entire city was in an uproar.
"Mo Jiazi has become a monk!" The first news that came was not very detailed. When everyone heard that Meton's hair-cutting, their first reaction was that Meton had become a monk.
Once the news spread, the entire city was in an uproar. Mo Jiazi's name was well-known in Chang 'an City. When the people of Chang' an City first heard the news, their first reaction was shock, followed by disbelief.
"That's impossible! Mo Jiazi is Mo Jiazi's younger brother. How could he join other sects? "
"That's right. Besides, Mo Jiazi and Princess Changle's love is stronger than gold. How could he become a monk?"
…
Everyone shook their heads.
As the news gradually spread, the people of Chang 'an City realized that although Meton had not become a monk, the hair-cutting was absolutely true.
The first news that came was Meton's self-portrait. After Uncle Ji received Meton's self-portrait, many painters in Lanzhou City came to copy it as if they had found a treasure. Although Meton's self-portrait was long gone, the crew-cut hairstyle was exceptionally realistic.
In Huichang Temple.
When the abbot of Huichang Temple saw Meton's crew-cut self-portrait and heard that Meton was not a monk, he was immediately disappointed. Bian Ji, who was beside him, heaved a heavy sigh of relief. He had heard of Mo Jiazi's name like thunder. He did not want to have another hopeless existence above him.
"Donor Mo, your head shape is square and the root of wisdom at the back of your head is deep. It's a pity that you did not join Buddhism," the abbot of Huichang Temple said regretfully.
The School of Mo was thriving day by day, and the son of the School of Mo was in the limelight. If the son of the School of Mo were to join the School of Buddhism, the reputation of the School of Buddhism would definitely rise to another level.
If Meton were to hear this, Meton would definitely be speechless. According to the abbot of the Huichang Temple, what he meant was, 'Young man, your head is so round, it would be a pity if you don't shave your head!' "
When the people of Chang 'an saw the crew-cut hairstyle, they heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that the so-called haircut was not shaving the head, but leaving an inch of hair.
He was not a monk, nor was he shaving his head. In this way, many people in Chang 'an who suffered from head lice could not help but feel a rush of excitement. If he could solve the problem of head lice, cutting his hair short was not unacceptable.
Of course, there were also many stubborn people who were furious and scolded Meton for offending public decency, being disloyal and unfilial!
For a long time, there were many people in Chang 'an who followed Meton, and there were also many people who were secretly dissatisfied and jealous of Meton. For a time, many people who did not like Meton jumped out and criticized Meton's hair-cutting behavior.
The special issue of the Confucian journal was widely distributed in Chang 'an, which pushed the tide to the peak.
"Ma Fuzi is indeed a master of Confucianism. His words are penetrating. Filial piety is the foundation of human relations. How can he allow Mo Jiazi to humiliate it!"
"Chancellor Kong Sheng's words are simple and righteous. He is the descendant of Kong Sheng. He spoke out to defend the classics of his ancestors. He is the most filial person in the world!"
"Yes, unfilial people are worse than animals. Mo Jiazi went to a foreign land and dared to bring the foreign wind into our country of etiquette. He is really not a son."
…
When the Confucian scholars saw the two consecutive articles about Chief Editor Ma and Kong Yingda in the special issue of the Confucian journal, they were suddenly overwhelmed with emotions and were filled with righteous indignation. They all scolded Meton, and the people who were ready to cut their hair to cure their head lice all retreated.
For a time, the wind in Chang 'an changed. The image that Meton had painstakingly built suddenly plummeted, and even the Mo family was implicated.
"Kong Yingda is so ruthless. He wants to use the Mo Journal to destroy the young master!" As an old rival, Mochi naturally got the news as soon as the Confucian journal was released. After reading the content of the Mo Journal, Mochi was suddenly shocked and angry.
Even Li Fuzi could not help but wipe his cold sweat and said, "Fortunately, we were prepared this time. Otherwise, the Confucian journal would have succeeded."
"Teacher, we only printed half of the special issue. What should we do now?" Mochi asked anxiously.
Li Fuzi nodded and said, "Release the Mo Journal immediately. Give priority to the merchants on the streets!"
The merchants on the streets were the most well-informed places. If they wanted to eliminate the influence and spread the Mo Journal as quickly as possible, this was the best choice.
"Okay!" Mochi nodded fiercely.
With this order, a large number of special issues of the Mo Journal appeared in the streets of Chang 'an.
"The Mo Journal is also releasing special issues?" In a restaurant on Vermillion Bird Avenue, Wei Sian and Quan Wanji were admiring their masterpiece when they saw the Mo Journal.
"Go! Buy two copies of the special issue! "Wei Sian ordered the servant. The servant left and soon returned with two copies of the Mo Journal.
"If you believe in books, it is better to have no books at all!"
Quan Wanji was stunned when he saw Li Fuzi's article. He was familiar with this sentence. Moreover, Mencius was refuting the "Shangshu". Although filial piety occupied the moral high ground, in the Confucian school, its position was below that of the "Shangshu".
Even the "Shangshu" was wrong, so it was understandable that filial piety was wrong!
"Hateful! Is Li Duo still a member of the Confucian School? How dare he betray us and speak for the Mohist School! "Wei Sian cursed.
Quan Wanji's face also darkened. "This Li Duo is strange. He has always been unreasonable. Back then, he specialized in extreme studies, which was why the orthodox Confucian school did not tolerate him."
"He used Meng Sheng to refute Kong Sheng. Don't tell me that Mo Jiazi will be able to escape this time!" Wei Sian said unwillingly.
Quan Wanji shook his head and said, "It won't be easy for Mo Jiazi to escape this time. Kong Sheng is the foundation of the Confucian school. Even if he sided with Mo Jiazi, the other old fogeys won't let Mo Jiazi go."
Wei Sian was slightly relieved. However, before he could pick up the Mo Journal again, he heard a commotion in the restaurant.
"Divine Doctor Sun also cut his hair short!" a Confucian scholar exclaimed in disbelief while holding the Mo Journal.
"Medicine King Sun Simiao, Divine Doctor Sun!" someone beside him said in disbelief.
"Who else could it be?"
The entire restaurant was in an uproar. No one thought that Sun Simiao would be so determined to support Mo Jiazi.
"School of Medicine! Medicine King Sun Simiao! " Quan Wanji suddenly panicked. He didn't expect that he had forgotten the most important issue. Meton cut his hair to cure the head lice of the world. How could the school of Medicine, which was known to help the world, let go of this excellent opportunity?
Quan Wanji quickly picked up the Mo Journal and saw that it was written, "Medicine King Cuts Off Hair, Swears to Eradicate Head Lice of the Tang dynasty!"
"Hair is like fingernails, neither painful nor itchy. It is inconvenient for the elderly, so it should be trimmed …"
"Long hair grows in summer and lice in winter. It hides filth and accepts filth …"
Sun Simiao's article wasn't fancy. It only proved that cutting hair didn't harm the human body from a medical point of view, and then listed the disadvantages of growing hair.
If it were an ordinary person, this article would have sunk to the bottom of the sea. However, Sun Simiao was the most famous divine doctor in the Tang dynasty. In terms of reputation in Chang 'an City, Medicine King Sun Simiao was not inferior to the important officials in the imperial court. One could imagine his influence.
As soon as the article was published, the wind in Chang 'an City changed.
At the same time, Kong Yingda held the Mo Journal in his hand, his face ashen. He had thought that his opponent was only the school of Mo, and that he would be able to defeat them easily.
However, he didn't expect that there would be a military confrontation in the imperial court. Not only was the Confucian School unable to deal with it, but the school of Medicine was also involved. At this moment, Meton hadn't arrived in Chang 'an City, and all the attacks he had prepared were for nothing.
"Mo Jiazi!"
Kong Yingda gnashed his teeth and said.
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