章 35: Chapter 35 Heart is reason
This debate ended with Meng Kuan winning without any doubt.
Shi Ling's face was pale, his previous calm temperament had disappeared, and he frowned as he looked at the big word "reason".
Is it really right to preserve natural principles and destroy human desires?
But no matter whether it is right or not, let alone Shi Ling, not even the two great scholars Yuan Guang and Curson can think of anything to refute.
However, the person he lost to was not Meng Kuan, but the great scholar behind White Deer Academy who really created Neo-Confucianism.
It is conceivable that when Neo-Confucianism comes out and a new concept system takes shape, the other party may directly become a god and step onto the holy throne.
As this system continues to grow, the other party's final achievements will surely be unattainable, and they may even be worthy of the temple.
Confucian discussion is actually a healthy competition method for each other to prove their knowledge. Even if they lose, it is normal.
For example, Meng Kuan's teacher Zhao Changbai lost to Cou Song three years ago.
But this time the discussion between the two was different from usual.
This time, a new idea was born and spread in the name of Taoism.
Let new ideas take root and sprout in Daxia.
Once people in Daxia also accept the ideas of Neo-Confucianism, the previous ideological system will be completely suppressed, which is equivalent to annihilation.
Bailu Academy canonized the gods, while the Imperial College can only survive.
As the discussion came to an end, many gentlemen in the Imperial College felt cold in their hearts.
The Imperial College and White Deer Academy have been fighting for many years, but they finally lost?
"Hang it up."
Curzon said with a sigh.
This time the argument has been lost.
It wasn't Shi Ling who lost to Meng Kuan, but he lost to the great scholar from White Deer Academy.
Somehow, the Imperial College's cultural context has been suppressed.
Whether this word is attached or not, it doesn't matter.
The energy and energy of this word has been placed on the Imperial College's head. It is hung up for the students of the Imperial College to observe and practice every day, and maybe they can find some rebuttal.
"Kou sacrifices wine and is generous."
After Meng Kuan finished speaking, he personally went to a blank space on the east wall and hung the word "Neo-Confucianism" on it.
The moment it was hung up, those two words suddenly bloomed with brilliance.
Then the entire frame of characters burned quickly, and even Meng Kuan was startled.
When the firelight dissipated, the wall was still pure white, except for the word Neo-Confucianism.
It looks like it was smoked, but it's more like it was printed stroke by stroke.
"this..."
Curzon stared at those two words, his expression changing.
"That one is so clever!"
His expression was somewhat sulky.
He had already allowed the other party to hang the words Neo-Confucianism on the wall, but he did not expect that the other party was still not satisfied and wanted to print it on the wall in this way. This behavior was really overbearing.
…
Li Qingxuan was wandering around the academy. There were many academy students around before, but then no one disappeared.
When I turned a corner, I saw a group of people gathered in front of me.
Yuan Guang and a group of middle-aged people walked out of the lobby accompanied by several people.
And many students from the Imperial College around him sighed.
"I lost, it was a terrible loss."
"The dean of White Deer Academy was too domineering. He printed his own words on the wall. Unless the main hall is demolished, his words will always be engraved there."
"I just wiped it quietly, but those two words couldn't be erased."
"That will definitely not be erased. These are two words written with the spirit of a great scholar. Don't say you erased them. Even if you tear down the entire wall, those two words will still stand in the air, suppressing me. The luck of the Imperial College."
"This is too much."
"Kou Jijiu, please accompany Changbai and his disciples to the Saint's Hall to worship. I'm feeling a little unwell so I'll excuse you."
Yuan Guang was unhappy and immediately found an excuse to leave.
Coulson accompanied Zhao Changbai and Meng Kuan to the saint's hall at the back to worship the saint.
Whether it is Dali or Daxia Confucianism, in the final analysis they are all disciples and descendants of the saints.
After Meng Kuan, Zhao Changbai and others left, all the disciples also dispersed.
At this time, the hall was empty.
"So, the talented people from Dali defeated the people from the Imperial College?"
Li Qingxuan thought in his heart.
It's just that what they said just now was so mysterious. The paper burned automatically, and the words written with great energy were still there even after the house was demolished.
Is it so magical?
Li Qingxuan quietly walked into the room and saw the word "Neo-Confucianism" on the wall at a glance.
As if all the light was concentrated, all the words in the temple were eclipsed in front of it.
"Neo-Confucianism? Is it the same as the Neo-Confucianism of the world I was in before? It's just that the Neo-Confucianism of this world has just formed a system."
Li Qingxuan muttered in his heart.
When he walked under those two words, he stretched out his hand and tried to touch them.
But before I could touch that word, I felt dizzy, as if these two words were extremely repulsive to me.
"I provoked you."
Li Qingxuan took two steps back dissatisfied.
"Keep the principles of heaven and destroy human desires, Neo-Confucianism, not only do you reject me, I also hate you."
Li Qingxuan muttered.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw the picture of plum blossoms he had drawn hanging there.
But it is also dim and colorless under the light of the word "Neo-Confucianism", as if the essence of the plum blossom has been lost.
"Damn it, the person who bullied me also bullied my painting, what's so great about your theory?"
Li Qingxuan muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Neo-Confucianism is great. I'm afraid that from now on White Deer Academy will suppress the Imperial College and the Imperial College will not be able to hold its head high."
A faint voice sounded.
Li Qingxuan turned around and saw Xue Gang sitting on the threshold with a look of emotion on his face.
"I, Xue Gang, am a vulgar martial artist. I don't know anything about Neo-Confucianism or Confucianism, but I also know what these two words represent?"
"Before, Dali has always been inferior to me, Daxia, in terms of culture, martial arts, or overall national strength."
"But this time a new theory appears, in terms of context, Dali will overtake Daxia."
Xue Gang sighed.
"Haha! Isn't it just a piece of bullshit Neo-Confucianism? Just two words can overshadow the whole wall of text, and it's a bit overbearing."
"I would like to write a few words to see if he can hold it down."
Xue Gang smiled: "The pen and ink are there, you can write whatever you want. This is the wall of the Imperial College, not my wall of Beizhen Fusi." "
"But I have to remind you that these two words were written by the dean of White Deer Academy. Even Yuan Guang couldn't suppress them."
Li Qingxuan ignored Xue Gang.
After grinding the ink, I went directly to the seat next to me, took a deep breath, raised my pen and started writing.
You say that the principles of nature should be used to eliminate human desires, and principles should be sought from the heaven, earth, and all things. But I say that there is no reason outside the heart, and principles should be sought from the heart.
Li Qingxuan wrote the three words "Heart is reason".
"Boom!"
At this moment, Xue Gang felt that the two big characters Neo-Confucianism seemed to tremble.
After Li Qingxuan wrote the three words "Heart is Reason", he looked up and down twice, thought about it and then wrote:
"If you have enough heart, you don't need to seek anything from outside."
"A body without good or evil."
"There are moves for good and for bad."
"Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience."
"To do good and to eliminate evil is to examine things."
Finally, I bit the tip of the pen, feeling that it was a bit insufficient, so I added another sentence: "Knowing and doing are one."
After finishing writing, Li Qingxuan put down the pen directly, feeling very happy in his heart.
Xue Gang, who was sitting on the threshold, had already sat up in shock.
He looked at Li Qingxuan in astonishment, his eyes full of surprise.
In his eyes, Li Qingxuan's whole person was enveloped in a cloud of purple energy.
That thin body seemed to be extremely tall at this moment.
And the lines of words Li Qingxuan wrote on the wall were also glowing.
At the same time, the statue of Literary Saint in the Saint's Hall suddenly shook.
Cou Song, Zhao Changbai and others who were worshiping below all had their eyes widened.
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