"He's going crazy!" Fu Nian and Yan Lu also turned pale. This was a moral dispute, but too many people died.
Although I know that this is the manifestation of the Great Dao and not reality, the manifestation of the two heavenly beings is so lifelike and vivid in my mind.
No one would doubt that if it were reality, Mr. Three would be able to do it.
Finally, Mr. Third's hand trembled and his sword became dull. He stopped holding the sword in his hand, drew his sword and looked around, only to find that there were corpses everywhere.
"I...did this?" Mr. Third looked at his hands in disbelief. Those hands were stained with blood, and he finally felt fear and fear.
The people who were building the embankment never stopped. They hurried past him and continued to throw their bags of sand and earth into the river.
No one paid attention to him, and no one touched him. They just passed by him, running towards the river one after another, and behind them was the bustling street.
"It's you!" Mr. San finally came to his senses and looked at Jin Yao among the crowd.
Jin Yao also looked at Mr. Three.
"You lost!" Jin Yao said calmly.
"I lost?!" Mr. Third looked at his hands and his own path.
He is the Third Master of Confucianism, the leader of the Qilu lineage, and the recognized Third Master of Confucianism. But what did he do? He killed countless people, countless people now and in the future.
His way, his way is wrong!
He hoped to restore ancient rites, to return to the era of Emperor Zhou, to the era of kingly rule, but he was wrong!
"No matter the past, present or future, it is the choice of the people and their yearning for a better life. They are human beings with their own ideas. They don't need others to tell them what to do. They know what to do.
It’s what I want.”
"The Confucius Temple is the Temple of Confucius. It is the Temple of Confucius that the people respect in gratitude for the knowledge that Confucius spread to thousands of households. But what about you? What have you done?"
"There are hundreds of schools of thought, whether they are Mohists, Taoists, Legalists, Yin-Yangists, farmers... they are all constantly moving forward, constantly exploring for better things, and introducing new ones. Only your Confucius Temple is still standing still and remembering
Holding on to the past and refusing to come out."
"Just like your way, like this big river, if you are willing to change its course, willing to deflect, with just a little guidance, you can drown me and kill me, but you are still unwilling to truly listen to the people's voices.
.”
"The Confucian of Qilu once had such a glorious and glorious title, but what about now?"
"Do you know how the common people and schools of thought evaluate the current scholars of Qi and Lu?" Jin Yao kept talking.
Mr. Third also listened and watched quietly, but did nothing.
"How do you evaluate it?" Mr. San finally raised his head and looked at Jin Yao.
"Qilu Furu!" Jin Yao said without hesitation.
"When Lu Sou talked about the Five Classics, his white hair was dead. When he asked about economic strategies, he was as confused as falling smoke. He wore shoes for traveling far away, and wore a square mountain scarf on his head. He walked slowly along the straight road, and the dust started to rise before he walked. In the Prime Minister's Palace of the Qin family, there is no emphasis on complimentary clothes.
Man, you are not a foreigner from Gongsun, and I have a different relationship. The current situation is not yet up to date, so I will return to farm on the Wenshui coast!"
Jin Yao sang in a low voice, describing the current situation of corrupt Confucianism in Confucius Temple.
After all, Mr. San is a world-famous Confucian scholar, so he naturally understands the irony in Jin Yao's poems, but he cannot refute it.
"Is this what Confucianism is like now?" Mr. San asked, looking at Jin Yao.
"You shouldn't ask me this, but ask yourself, your Confucians!" Jin Yao did not answer, but let Mr. San think for himself.
Mr. San raised his head and looked at Fu Nian and Yan Lu. This was the aura of Confucian disciples he was familiar with, and then looked at them almost pleadingly.
He hopes that the current Confucianism is not like what Jin Yao said in his poem, which is a group of rotten Confucianism, a group of useless people who only know articles but are ignorant of current affairs, ignorant of grain and industrious.
Fu Nian still had his brows furrowed, while Yan Lu had a calm look on his face.
Seeing the expectant and longing look in Mr. San's eyes, he finally nodded. Except for Xiaoshengxian Village, Confucianism is now unpopular in all countries.
Otherwise, Han Fei, Li Si, and Zhang Cang, who studied under Xunzi, would not all have followed another path.
Because since Confucius, Confucianism has not updated new scriptures for many years. Instead, hundreds of other schools have continuously published new doctrines and works.
They are the only ones who are chewing on their laurels, standing still, and even preventing emerging Confucian scholars from reforming and revising the classics.
Xunzi wanted to change this status quo, but he was blocked and interrupted. He could only hide in a small bamboo forest by the Songhai Sea and live in seclusion.
Xiaoshengxianzhuang only gathered a group of innovative Confucian aspiring people, but more Confucianists still upheld the ancient rituals and regarded the classics of Confucius as the standard.
He even did the thing of writing six books about me, misinterpreting the meaning of the scriptures to satisfy his own selfish desires, and then he said shamelessly, "Look, this is what Master Kong Sheng said!"
"I was wrong!" Mr. Third raised his head sadly and looked at Jin Yao. The river behind him also disappeared. His whole body became older in an instant, and his long hair turned gray and fell out.
"You talked him to death!" Xiang Fuzi said in a low voice.
Jin Yao smiled awkwardly, embarrassed to look at the Prime Minister.
"Fu Nian, as the head of Confucianism, you should hold my sword and cleanse Confucianism!" The third gentleman suddenly cheered up again, startling both Jin Yao and Master Xiang.
However, I saw Mr. San throwing the bronze sword he had been wearing at his waist towards Fu Nian.
"Confucius' Confucius Sword!" Jin Yao and others are naturally familiar with this sword. It is Confucius's sword, and it is also the true master's sword of Confucianism.
"If there is resistance, you can kill them! Can you do it?" Mr. San looked straight at Fu Nian.
Fu Nian looked at the Confucius Sword flying towards him and subconsciously took it. But when he heard Mr. San's words again, he felt even more the weight of the sword. He was told to hold the sword to cleanse Confucianism.
Miao Zhu is gone, the head of the Confucian family, and the Second Master are also gone. Now it is the Third Master who calls the shots, and the Third Master is also gone. The one holding the Confucius Sword has become the real head of the Confucian school, and is no longer the one.
The disintegrated Confucian leader has no real power.
Holding the Confucius Sword represents the most orthodox Confucianism. Anyone who disobeys can be killed with one sword, whether it is a disciple of the Confucius Temple or a disciple of the Meng Mansion.
"Fu Nian is a gentleman. You want him to kill a chicken, but you still want him to kill someone. Otherwise, give me your sword and I will kill it for you?" Jin Yao suddenly interrupted.
Fu Nian glared at Jin Yao fiercely, "Have you forgotten how many people I killed at Yanmen Pass?"
Then he held his sword and saluted, "Zi Nian vows to spend his whole life washing away the filth of Confucianism. If he violates this oath, he will be despised by all people in life, and he will not be able to enjoy blood and food in death, and he will not enter the ancestral temple!"
"Okay, okay!" Mr. Third said "ok" three times, then turned to look at Jin Yao and said, "If you want to kill me, you have no chance!"
"???" Jin Yao blinked and saw Mr. San's body ignited with flames, turning into dust and dissipating in the wind.
"So cruel!" Jin Yao screamed, it was too cruel, and he didn't even give himself a chance to take revenge.