Chapter 284 The sages are not lonely since ancient times
"A saint is never too high, and everyone is never too low. If you stick to your true heart, everyone can become a saint."
On the Taixue platform, the top scholar in the last subject made an astonishing statement.
In the late Northern Song Dynasty, people's hearts were impetuous, rituals and music were broken down, and evil spirits were everywhere.
There was no new theory born in the Shilin School, it was just reciting poems and writing lyrics, and taking advantage of a prostitute as a romantic.
Yang Lin, with the dignity of being the Young Master, sat at the Taixue Forum and allowed the students who had not yet entered the official ranks to ask questions and answer questions. He was as if he were an equal. His magnanimity and magnanimity alone had impressed many people.
Under the answers, thought-provoking sentences frequently appeared, and the lecture, which was expected to end in a short time, lasted from morning to evening.
Many people forgot about their hunger and listened intoxicated until dark.
The absence of good and evil is the essence of the heart, the existence of good and evil is the movement of the mind, knowing good and evil is conscience, and doing good and eliminating evil is the object of investigation.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Yang Lin felt hungry in his stomach. Combining the knowledge of later generations and the hard study of more than ten years in this life, he not only gave lectures to others, but also gained some insights himself.
Standing up, Yang Lin said with a smile: "That's it for today. As a scholar, you should not be like the ignorant children in ordinary colleges. You only know how to read, but you should also think. When a saint does not study, he is also an ordinary child.
Only by always thinking about your original mind can you transcend the ordinary and become holy. I hope that you can all think and sit down and talk like today, brainstorming and gathering into a tide, which is the tide of thought. The tide of thought surges and flows endlessly."
It is said that Zhu Xi, the ashe-gathering scholar, established Neo-Confucianism, which destroyed human desires. Now Yang Lin, a righteous gentleman, is also leading the trend of thought.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a student in the audience shouted loudly and walked to the stage to bow his head.
"Wu Min, a student from Zhejiang Province, would like to become Shaozai's teacher."
Yang Lin was stunned when he heard this and asked to become a disciple?
Everyone below also suddenly realized, and then more students came onto the stage, and the stage was overcrowded for a while.
Yang Lin pondered for a moment and said: "Teacher, if you have any doubts in your mind, you can worship me as your teacher. If it is for glory and wealth, I have said in advance that this road will not work. You will have to wait until I return.
, please ask the officials for instructions before making a decision."
Yang Lin's status is too special. If he recruits many disciples in Taixue, he will definitely be impeached.
If you ask the emperor for instructions and select the best, it is still possible.
After all, he was born as a scholar, so it was natural for someone to become his disciple. What's more, now he wanted to lead the trend of thought, clean up the officialdom of the Northern Song Dynasty, and bring as many scholars as possible to the right path. He must at least know how to do practical things. Such ambitions are even more necessary.
Some apprentices.
After returning home, Yang Lin was so hungry that he asked the chef to make some dinner, then went to the study to study.
The current Shilin of the Song Dynasty is so impetuous that he is not a human being. How to bring them back?
You definitely can't use Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism, and Xinxue may not be completely appropriate. In the final analysis, it's just to let these idle eggs hurt and become people who are known to enjoy happiness, so they can pounce on themselves and do practical things.
These things are easy to say but very difficult to do, but they are also extremely important.
If you don't change your ideological trend, you will do nothing to stop the boiling water. Once you lose power or die, the Song Dynasty will continue to sink.
With a creak, the ebony door of the study room was pushed open, and Suina came in with a bowl of soup.
The little Qiang girl in "Flower of the Prairie" had no chance to ride a horse after entering the Yang Mansion. Her originally slender body was a little plump. While the viewing quality dropped slightly, the playability went up several notches.
Suina, who gently put down the soup cup and blushed in advance, waiting for teasing, was surprised to find that the man in front of her had changed his temper. She frowned and wondered what to worry about.
"It's better to drink the soup while it's hot when it's cold."
Yang Lin clicked on the spoon next to him, Suina curled her lips and picked it up, lowered her body, put spoonfuls to her mouth one by one, blew on them and fed them to Yang Lin.
Mr. Yang barely moved his mouth, but he seemed too lazy to even swallow and wanted to find someone to do it for him.
Suina gritted her teeth secretly and said coquettishly in a low voice: "You are the worst. You don't do anything yourself and you only know how to instruct others."
After saying that, I didn't know what embarrassing scene came to mind, so I lowered my head and laughed in embarrassment.
Huh? Yang Lin, who was deep in thought, suddenly thought, wow, why should I do it myself?
Find a group of high-level disciples, spread the central gist of your doctrine, and let them summarize, deepen, or even over-interpret it.
Throughout the ages, which school of thought is not like this? The Analects and Mencius all owe most of their contributions to the disciples of saints.
Yang Lin picked up the soup cup and drank a few mouthfuls. He chewed a piece of meat that was very chewy and asked: "Nana, what kind of soup is this?"
"Ginseng, antler and tiger treasure soup."
When Yang Lin heard this, he quickly picked a few bites and ate them all. He pulled Suina into his arms and said with a soft jade-like chin: "Nana, you have made a great contribution tonight."
Suina had no idea what contribution she had made. Fortunately, she was careless and had no curiosity at all. She asked expectantly: "What's the reward?"
Yang Lin clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Yes, I will reward you for riding a big horse with me."
Suina suddenly remembered the rare happy time when she was riding on her father's neck when she was a child. Her pretty cheeks turned red and she said, "I'm so embarrassed. Can you do it?"
This sentence was simply the man's ignition thread. It instantly aroused Yang Lin's pride. He stood up and said, "Why not? Come on, kneel down over there and I'll find a riding whip."
"Ah? Who is the horse?"——
The next morning, the sky was clear, the clouds were clear, and the sunshine was pleasant.
Yang Lin was dressed very formally and asked Yang San to take him straight to Genyue.
Zhao Ji didn't expect someone to come to see him so early. He hadn't made a morning visit in eight days, so he felt a little guilty.
Hearing that it was Yang Lin who was here, he felt relieved and said with a smile: "Yang Aiqing, why did you come to see me so early?"
Yang Lin said excitedly: "Your Majesty, I have been studying recently, and I have gained a lot from my studies. I have given lectures at Taixue, and many students are sincerely convinced and want to worship me as their teacher.
Wei Chen thought that these people are all Imperial students and may be disciples of the Emperor in the future, so I came to tell His Majesty."
When Zhao Ji heard about such an elegant thing, he actually missed it and said regretfully: "Of course it is feasible, but the next time Aiqing holds a forum, she must be notified and let me go and listen."
Yang Lin's expression changed, and he looked at Zhao Ji. He suddenly thought that if he could succeed, this emperor would have gained another prosperous era of civilized rule in vain.
Did Zhao Ji, who seemed to only care about having fun, really just be lucky enough to be blessed with a minister like himself?
There were so many emperors in the Song Dynasty. If he could centralize power, he might not have no worries.
It's just that this person loves to play too much and doesn't want to spend more time worrying. For the hero, running the country is a kind of enjoyment, but for him it is really a burden.
If this is the case, it would be a pity to lose a good seedling.
With the emperor's approval, he would have more confidence to do things. It was not easy to establish a clan, but Yang Lin was not worried.
Cleaning up the atmosphere of the Song Dynasty is even more significant than the victory at the border. What's the use of looking good on the outside if the inside is rotten.
The collapse of rituals and music, and the selfishness, shamelessness, and cliques of the scholars in the aftermath are inseparable from the Song Dynasty.
The world knows that the Song Dynasty was a paradise for literati, but little did they know that it was also a hell for them to fall into.
No matter how good your life is, how corrupt your thoughts will be. Occasionally, a few lotus flowers will appear in the mud, and they will be torn to pieces by this group of scholar-bureaucrat interest groups.
In the winter of the second year of Daguan, outside Genyue, Yang Lin said ambitiously: "It's time to go under the knife and cure the disease."