The Confucian Temple is the place with the richest cultural atmosphere in the entire capital. It is a holy place for countless business students to study. Except for scholars, it is basically impossible for others, especially warriors, to enter it.
Moreover, the Great Shang court also attached great importance to this place. Overtly and covertly, they arranged for countless masters of the Imperial Guard to guard it, and no one dared to cause trouble here.
Chen Shaojun used to be known as "Crouching Dragon" and was completely confused. Although the Confucian Temple was very close, right in the capital, Chen Shaojun basically stayed away from it. He only passed by it and never stepped into it.
This is probably the first time that I have truly entered it.
Although I was a weapon master in my previous life, and my training was related to weapon refining and martial arts, in this life, I am a scholar after all, and I was born in a literary family. Now I have opened my spiritual orifice and realized my past and present lives. Looking at the ancient Confucian Temple in front of me, I feel...
Completely different.
Almost instinctively, Chen Shaojun felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.
From a distance, but before he got close, Chen Shaojun felt a fresh breath coming over his face, refreshing his heart and mind.
This is literary spirit!
The Confucian Temple was originally a place prepared by Confucianism for poor students and traveling scholars to study and rest.
It was once a place where many great scholars, great scholars, and sages studied. Many people had breakthroughs, enlightenments, and reached higher levels here. Whether it was Shang Sheng who reformed the legal system or Mr. Yang who promoted benevolence and etiquette, it was in this famous place.
In the Confucian Temple, which spread far and wide, he came out with his studies.
Nowadays, there are many students here who stay up late at night to read and study the scriptures. With so many literati gathering here, the cultural atmosphere here is also extremely rich.
In just such a moment, Chen Shaojun felt that his literary spirit was budding, and even the literary spirit in his body had grown a lot.
Not only that, Chen Shaojun looked up and saw that the place was full of culture. Even the trees around the Confucian Temple grew lush and green, and were obviously much taller than the other trees around.
Chen Shaojun calmed down and quickly took steps towards the inside.
The moment he stepped into the Confucian Temple, waves of readings came like a tidal wave.
Looking up, there are students in Tsing Yi everywhere with their heads lowered and walking in a hurry. When passing by, you can even hear the scriptures they chant, such as "The sage said..." "The way of heaven and the way of humanity..."
Do unto others, do not impose on others……".
The academic style of the Great Shang Dynasty was flourishing, and the style of study tours was also extremely popular. In addition to students from the capital, a considerable number of the Confucian Temple were scholars from various places who came to the capital.
"Comers are welcome to stop. This is the holy place of the school temple. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. What's your name? Does it have a Confucian book?"
At this moment, a voice came into my ears. At the entrance of the Confucian Temple, a Confucian in green shirt led several students. He had discovered Chen Shaojun a long time ago and shouted from a distance.
"Sorry to trouble you, teacher. My student, Chen Shaojun, would like to stay in the Confucian Temple for a few days and study the ancient books of sages."
Chen Shaojun hurried forward, bent down, and respectfully handed over the Confucian books he had prepared early in the morning.
Confucian books are the credentials of all Confucian and Taoist disciples, ranging from great Confucians, great Confucians, and masters to ordinary students. Only those who are listed in Confucian books are considered to be included in the Confucian and Taoist sect.
Otherwise, even if you are talented and knowledgeable, you will not be recognized by Confucianism and Taoism. Even if you want to read Confucianism and Taoism, it will be impossible.
Once you make a serious mistake and are expelled from Confucianism and Taoism after being reviewed by the holy temples of the three provinces, your reputation will be ruined and you will be despised by everyone in the world.
Even the Great Shang court would blacklist this person and never hire him.
This is why Confucian books are so important to Confucian and Taoist people.
"Chen Shaojun? Sounds familiar."
After receiving the Confucian books from Chen Shaojun, the Confucian man in green frowned slightly, vaguely thinking of something, but the Confucian Temple was free to come and go. As long as he had read the Confucian books and verified his integrity, the rest was not important.
"Put your things away. You can borrow the classics in the Confucian Temple at will, but they must be in line with your own literary talent. You must bite off more than you can chew, and you must be down-to-earth."
The Confucian in Tsing Yi didn't think much and quickly returned the Confucian book to Chen Shaojun.
"Thank you teacher."
Chen Shaojun bowed in return and quickly passed by a few people and crossed the entrance.
After just two steps, without any warning, Chen Shaojun's heart was shocked, as if he had stepped from one world to another, and everything in front of him changed.
"The Master said: When a disciple enters, he will be filial, and when he leaves, he will be disloyal. He will be sincere and trustworthy, love everyone universally, and be kind..."
"A gentleman has nothing to eat and nothing to ask for, and nothing to live in peace. He is quick to do things but cautious in what he says..."
"If a gentleman is not serious, he will not have authority, and if he is learned, he will not be solid. The master is loyal and trustworthy, and no friend is as good as himself..."
As soon as I stepped into the Confucian Temple, a loud sound of reading immediately reached my ears.
Chen Shaojun raised his eyes and saw in the Confucian Temple, a vast burst of literary energy, silvery white in color, like threads, rising into the sky like the Milky Way.
The literary spirit is magnificent and magnificent. Looking from a distance, there are actually many scriptures and texts appearing in it.
“The literary spirit is now evident!”
When Chen Shaojun saw this scene, he was slightly moved.
If a scholar recites the saint's articles carefully and concentrates, he will be able to embody the article.
However, the article has very high requirements. In addition to the number of students, it also has high requirements for students' understanding and talent.
Just looking at the scene in front of me, the talents of the students here are at least four liters or above.
——Chen Shaojun didn’t even get a rise in talent.
"Student Chen Shaojun, pay homage to Master Kong Sheng! I am studying here today, and I hope that my teacher will bless me and help my students to open up their spiritual wisdom and realize the path of sages."
In front of the tall statue of Confucius in front of the Confucian Temple, Chen Shaojun calmed down and bowed.
Master Kong Sheng is the source of Confucianism and Taoism, and the forefather of tens of thousands of students throughout the world. All dynasties have revered him as the Great Sage.
Respecting teachers and respecting Taoism is not only advocated by Confucianism. For Chen Shaojun, this is true in the immortal world and also in the human world.
"Haha, more than 30% of the students who come to the Confucian Temple to study this time are students of my son Zhang's school. If the teacher knows about it, he will definitely be extremely pleased."
"Yes, yes, given time, our Zhang school will definitely become the first of the eight schools of Confucianism!"
"Senior brother is speechless. Where did the Eight Great Schools come from? Our Confucianism has always only had seven great schools. Does Senior Brother think that the little Ziju school is also among the eight schools and can be included in the sage's gate?"
…
At this moment, a sound of conversation suddenly reached his ears. When he heard the sound, Chen Shaojun frowned sharply.
Subconsciously, Chen Shaojun turned around and saw not far away, three Confucian teenagers dressed in snow-white cloth robes, walking side by side, were walking out of the Confucian Temple.
"Senior brother, what I said is that I made a mistake. There are only two fathers and sons of the Chen family in the Zi Ju school. Chen Zongxi was expelled from Confucianism, and the remaining Chen Wolong will probably be arrested and imprisoned soon. If this happens, that Zi Ju
The school has been completely wiped out and its inheritance has been cut off. Naturally, it can no longer be included among the eight major schools."
Another person flattered and echoed while walking.
"It's them!"
Chen Shaojun's heart suddenly sank.
Among the eight major schools, the Zizhang School has always been the most powerful, while the Ziju School is often squeezed out by other schools due to the sparse number of disciples and academic disputes.
But Chen Shaojun didn't expect that even in a place like the Confucian Temple, he would not be able to avoid the slander from these people.
"Um?"
At this moment, several other people seemed to feel something strange. They turned their heads and saw Chen Shaojun not far away.
"It's you?!"
The leader of the group obviously looked surprised, but soon he sneered and led the two people behind him towards Chen Shaojun:
"Chen Shaojun, what are you doing here?"
"What? You mean that sleepy guy Chen Wolong?"
The other two people looked surprised and looked at Chen Shaojun.
"Humph, who is he?"
The leader said unceremoniously.
"It's him!"
After receiving a definite answer, the other two people looked at Chen Shaojun again, their eyes suddenly full of disgust and disgust.
"Oh, the Confucian Temple was originally set up by the imperial court. As long as they are literary students, they can come and go freely. Since you can come, why can't I come?"
Chen Shaojun sneered and immediately said rudely.
A good person will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridden by others. When dealing with these people, Chen Shaojun will never make any concessions.
"Humph, the Confucian Temple is indeed open to entry and exit. Anyone can come in and out, but that depends on who they are. Scholars who read the books of sages and understand things will naturally be welcomed by the Confucian Temple, but those who are ignorant and ignorant, deceive teachers and steal.
The saints despise those snakes and rats who plagiarize other people's articles, but they are worthy of entering the Confucian Temple?"
The leader said with a look of disdain.
"What do you mean?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Shaojun raised his eyebrows and his expression suddenly changed.
"Chen Shaojun, are you still pretending to be confused here knowing that you are asking questions? Zhulin Poetry Society, you plagiarized other people's articles and made it your own. This matter is already known to everyone in the capital. Such behavior is simply embarrassing the literary education.
Ashamed, no one in the literary world would be ashamed to associate with you."
The person at the head made sarcastic remarks and was aggressive.
Buzz, when Chen Shaojun heard this sentence, his heart suddenly sank.
Xie Chuan!
In the flash of lightning, a figure suddenly appeared in Chen Shaojun's mind.
Chen Shaojun originally thought that he had proved his innocence through his actions at the Zhuyuan Poetry Club, but he did not expect that not only was the matter not eliminated, but it seemed that it was being used by someone with ulterior motives to add fuel to the fire and expand the matter further.
After thinking about it, among all the people at the party that day, only Xie Chuan had the ability and motivation to do this.
No, it's not just that!
The man in front of him was the same as Xie Chuan. They were both disciples of Zizhang School. Maybe the other party's words were intentional.
Thinking of this, Chen Shaojun's face darkened, and there was a hint of anger in his heart.
This is not the first time that the Chen family, representing the Ziju school of thought, has been suppressed by others, but the other party's methods are too despicable.
"May I have your name?"
Chen Shaojun raised his head and said coldly.
"Pei Yang of Zizhang School."
The leading man clasped his fists and looked aggressive:
"What? Chen Wolong is so angry that he wants to take action?"
"I won't do anything about it. Let me ask you, will you be present at the Bamboo Forest Poetry Meeting that day?"
Chen Shaojun's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.
"Of course not, but..."
Pei Yang spoke plausibly, but was interrupted by Chen Shaojun before he finished speaking.
"Since it has not happened, it is just hearsay. You are also a disciple of the Confucian family, a disciple of Confucianism and Taoism. You have not witnessed this kind of thing with your own eyes, and you have not personally confirmed it. If you don't know the truth, you will just follow what others say. Confucius taught you benevolence, justice, etiquette, and wisdom, and you are worthy of it.
'Wisdom'? Act like this, catch wind and shadow, follow what others say, and fit into the saint's gate wall?"
Chen Shaojun retorted and said unceremoniously.
"you!"
When Pei Yang heard this, he looked suffocated and glared at Chen Shaojun fiercely, unable to say even a single word.