Chapter 39 Hanging the Book on the Horns, Wang Xiaonian
This matter came from the mouth of Senior Brother Xie Chuan. Xie Chuan is the convener of the Bamboo Forest Assembly. Moreover, as we all know, Senior Brother Xie Chuan is a gentleman and has an excellent reputation. There is nothing wrong with this kind of thing coming from his mouth.
But one thing Chen Shaojun said was right. He was indeed not present at the poetry meeting that day.
When Chen Shaojun saw this, he just sneered. Confucianism values practicing practice. This kind of hearsay and echoing what others say is taboo. If it spreads, it will only affect his reputation in the Confucian community.
"Want to know if it's plagiarism? Isn't that simple?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from a distance.
Chen Shaojun's heart moved and he followed the sound.
Following the sound, it turned out to be a green cow as tall as a person and with hooves as big as a bowl!
The appearance of the green cow is ordinary, but the strange thing is that four or five Confucian scriptures are hung on the two huge horns on its head. It looks like a mobile library. If you look carefully, you can see that there are actually things in the cow's eyes.
There is also a hint of wisdom.
"Is this the green bull talking?"
Chen Shaojun was shocked in his eyes and secretly thought in his heart.
And just when Chen Shaojun thought it was the green cow in front of him that was speaking human words to them, suddenly, an eight or nine-year-old child with a combed beard poked his head out from the high back of the green cow.
He wore a narrow Confucian robe, and wore two silver bracelets on his left and right wrists. The two bells on them jingled, making a clear and sweet sound.
Although he looks young, his eyebrows look old-fashioned, and he has a vaguely superior look.
"Where did this kid come from? It's so strange."
Chen Shaojun looked at the child in surprise.
But before Chen Shaojun opened his mouth, the two students from the Zhang School behind Pei Yang couldn't help themselves:
"Who are you? Senior Brother Pei of Zizhang School is here, how can you speak?"
"oh?"
The child had a mocking look in his eyes when he heard this:
"Then who are you? Judging from the knowledge of the two of you, I'm afraid you are not even as good as the Qing Niu I stepped under to accompany you to study."
"Moo!"
Hearing the child's words, the tall, strong green bull also raised his head and let out a moo. His huge eyes stared at the two people in front of him, with a human-like mocking look on his face.
Seeing this scene, even Chen Shaojun couldn't help but look surprised.
"you!"
The two of them were furious and were about to yell and curse when a voice suddenly came into their ears:
"shut up!"
Before the child could speak, Pei Yang stood up in front and spoke first to stop the two of them.
Surprisingly, Pei Yang looked solemn and showed respect for the boy riding the bull.
"Brother Wang, don't blame me. My two brothers just entered the Confucian Temple yesterday. We didn't know that Brother Wang was here, so we were offended. I hope Brother Wang doesn't mind."
"Why don't you two apologize quickly! Although Brother Wang is young, he is recognized as a child prodigy in the six southern states. He was born with a literary talent and a book hanging on his horns. That Qingniu is his study partner."
"Brother Wang is a man of great learning and talent, and his understanding far exceeds that of his peers. This time he came to Beijing to study, and even the two masters Zhang and Yang praised him. How can you slander him at will?"
Crown of light?
Hanging books by horns?
It's him!
Hearing Pei Yang's words, Chen Shaojun's eyes flickered, he came back to his senses, and suddenly thought about it.
During the Great Shang Dynasty, martial arts flourished, as did literature and art. Chen Shaojun, the child prodigy that Pei Yang spoke of, was also impressed by it.
Chen Shaojun vaguely remembered that his name was Wang Xiaonian, whose nickname was Wang Liang, and he was a famous child prodigy in Jingyue.
In the Confucian and Taoist lineage, only those who are twenty years old and have weak crowns can take the title of Biao.
This Wang Xiaonian was only eight or nine years old when he had a first name, which shows how extraordinary he is.
After hearing Pei Yang's words, Wang Xiaonian, the bull riding boy, raised his head and snorted softly.
"I'm too lazy to see these two ignorant asses."
After saying this, the two people from the Zi Zhang School turned red in the face and their blood surged upwards, but they did not dare to say anything.
Pei Yang on the side pinched his palm with five fingers, but he also had to suppress the anger in his heart.
It's not that his elbows are bent outward and he's not helping the bride or groom, but it's just that it's really hard to offend the person in front of him.
Literary education is divided into masters, great Confucians, great Confucians, masters, and Confucian leaders according to their level of knowledge. There are not many masters in the entire line of masters. Wang Xiaonian can win two Zhangs, and Master Yang will praise him. His future is promising.
The limit is simply not something they can mess with.
Pei Yang scolded the two of them on the surface, but in fact he was reminding them that he was afraid that they would not know each other's background and depth, offend each other for no reason, cause trouble, and affect his future career.
"Yesterday, the master who was patrolling came here and thought of a poem, but it only had the first couplet and no second couplet. So he broke a few strands and finally passed away. We, Confucianism and Taoism, do knowledge and write articles.
When reciting poetry, one of them is indispensable, and whoever of you can answer the second couplet will be right."
"How about it? Do you have any opinions?"
A few words, simple and crude, directly turned the dispute between the two into a contest of literary principles.
"Pei Yang, what did you say?"
Wang Xiaonian said.
Pei Yang was silent, Wang Xiaonian said simply, but the master who patrolled the Confucian Temple was profound in knowledge and already had nine levels of literary power. He could become a great Confucian if he took one more step forward, and it was good for the students in the Confucian Temple to have three or four levels of literary power.
How can he be compared with the Master?
How can they write a poem that would even make a master want to cut off his beard?
This question asked by Wang Xiaonian makes no sense.
"Boy, Master's article was improvised, and you can't learn it secretly. If you can correctly pronounce the second line, then of course no one will criticize you."
Seeing Pei Yang's silence, the boy riding the bull snorted, with disdain on his face, and quickly looked at Chen Shaojun beside him.
This bull riding boy looked like an elder, making Chen Shaojun dumbfounded.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
Wang Xiaonian waved his hand and said without any doubt.
"I'm quitting! Master's articles are great and long-lasting, how can it be so easy? If you really have such ability, you will no longer stay in the Confucian Temple. With everyone's current ability, it is simply impossible to do it."
Pei Yang said without hesitation.
Many people have known about Master's poems for a long time, but no one can understand them correctly. Pei Yang also thought, but his ability is limited.
Moreover, this book is about Chen Shaojun's bad character. If Chen Shaojun was the one who proved his innocence, why would he write poems? This Wang Xiaonian is simply messing around.
But at this moment, an unexpected sound came into my ears.
"Oh? I'm interested in giving it a try."
As soon as Chen Shaojun said these words, everyone's attention was immediately attracted. Even Wang Xiaonian couldn't help but look at him, slightly surprised.
"interesting!"
Wang Xiaonian suddenly smiled and spoke quickly:
"The Master came here a few days ago and saw the statue of the saint. He felt something in his heart and said a few words, 'There has been no sage for a long time, just follow the instructions and paint according to his direction.' Then he twisted his beard and stopped, feeling depressed.
It’s been a long time since I showed up at the Confucian Temple.”
"oh?"
After hearing what Wang Xiaonian said, Chen Shaojun frowned with a thoughtful look on his face.
There has been no Confucius for a long time, and the painting method follows his instructions. This sentence means that the master Kong Sheng has passed away for a long time, and the world has lost the orthodox methods and misinterpreted the sages and scriptures according to their own ideas. The difficulty of this sentence does not lie in the poem itself, but in the poem itself.
controversies arising therefrom.
As we all know, if a young person does not have the chairman, his disciples will not discuss his teacher, let alone the teacher Kong Sheng. As a disciple of Confucianism, this is actually a taboo.
And the Master is right to express his feelings. There is only one scripture written by Confucius and Sheng, but there are countless derived scriptures. There are eight schools of thought today, and everyone distorts the true meaning of the saint according to their own ideas.
Although this is true, this matter is too sensitive, and even the great scholars, great Confucians, and masters dare not discuss it casually, let alone the Confucian Temple students like them.
Pei Yang did not agree to Wang Xiaonian's competition method because of this reason, and even Master's illness may be related to this.
Wang Xiaonian was making waves, but he couldn't join in the mischief. Once this matter was not handled well and he gained a reputation of humiliating the ancestors, he would be afraid of losing his reputation and losing a foothold in the entire scholarly community.
"This kid doesn't know what's serious. He doesn't even know he fell into Wang Xiaonian's trap. I want to see how he ends up."
Pei Yang thought of this and glanced at Chen Shaojun not far away.
"I will remember every word you say. As long as you dare to speak, I will let the entire Confucian community know about it. Then we will see how the Chen family, father and son, and the Ju school have the dignity to be ranked among Confucian scholars.
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Pei Yang sneered in his heart.
"Oh, this is not easy."
At this moment, Chen Shaojun raised his eyebrows and spoke:
"There has been no Sage Confucius for a long time, and the finger painting follows his instructions. Master, this is because he admires the teacher of Confucius, because he has not heard the true teachings. Confucius passed away first, but his essence has remained in the world. You don't see the sage and teacher, but the literature is prosperous and the literary spirit is prosperous.
Now, there are thousands of scholars, and kings and emperors respect them immensely. Since thousands of years later, we can have such a grand occasion, it must be enough to comfort Master Kong Sheng. So my second line is——"
Chen Shaojun paused and said the answer:
"The mountains have stopped, and the scenery has stopped!"
"The essence of literature and Taoism is like a mountain standing tall. If you see it from a distance, it can naturally guide the direction, so there is no need to be close to you. Although Confucius has passed away, his essence still remains in the world. It is like a mountain standing tall, guiding the world and educating all peoples.
What difference does it make if the saint is here or not?"
As soon as Chen Shaojun's voice fell, there was silence all around. Pei Yang, Jing Yue Shen Tong and Wang Xiaonian all turned to look at him, deeply moved by him.
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Pei Yang opened his eyes slightly, and was deeply touched by this moment.
The few lines of the Master's poems related to the sages and teachers, as well as the differences among current schools of thought. It was originally extremely difficult to answer, but Chen Shaojun calmly resolved it by saying, "The high mountains stand still, and the scenery stops."
Not only did he respect the Master, but he also promoted the saint invisibly, perfected the way of a disciple, and also solved the difficult problems raised by the Master invisibly.
To a certain extent, Chen Shaojun's answer is much more difficult than Master's two sentences. Even if Master were here, I'm afraid he would put his hands in admiration.
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