After hearing Xu Shu's words, Yu Xian couldn't help but think of what Qing Qingzi said to him when he left.
"It is easy to kill evil monks, but it is difficult to enlighten the ignorant people."
Yu Xian had a headache for a moment.
Taoism and Confucianism each sent their elites to deal with this catastrophe. The real purpose was indeed not to kill Zuo Rong or the two monks, but to find a way to solve the problem.
Otherwise, every time something goes wrong, you have to struggle to deal with it. If you are careless, you may have terrible consequences like Xuzhou.
Yu Xian was not good at persuading others, but now that Buddhism has formed a momentum in Xuzhou, it is even more difficult to convince thousands of people.
He thought for a while, decided to accept the advice humbly, and immediately asked Xu Shu kindly, "Yuan Zhi, what do you think?"
Xu Shu said, "Our Confucian sect does have some ways to educate the world, but I haven't made up my mind yet."
Yu Xian immediately rolled his eyes.
Don’t bring out the so-called enlightenment of Confucianism at this time.
Fortunately, Yu Xian had the emperor's daughter Ba, a powerful killer, to control the situation, so he didn't expect much, so he pretended to be a coward to Xu Shu.
"It doesn't matter. When the Buddha's Bathing Day comes, I will go on a killing spree and deal with Zuo Rong on the spot. If anyone dares to resist, I will kill him if I stand in my way, and I will kill the Buddha if he stands in his way."
The half-smiling expression on Xu Shu's face flashed away, but she did not continue the topic.
After the two of them left Futu Temple, Xu Shu proposed to stay at his friend's house.
Yu Xian had nowhere to go, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.
Xu Shu's friend was called Wang Shu. Although the relationship between the two was not deep, they were both scholars, so it was okay to stay as a temporary guest for a few days.
Yu Xian spent the day doing some repairs in the guest room, and occasionally went to chat with Xu Shu when he was bored at night.
Xu Shuze took a copy of "The Classic of Filial Piety" and read it with gusto every day.
Yu Xian remembered that Xu Shu was a filial son in history. However, Yu Xian felt that it was a bit inconsistent for such a street young man to calm down and watch such things.
Moreover, given Xu Shu's intelligence, it was common for him to memorize a copy of "The Classic of Filial Piety" backwards and forwards. I don't know what's so interesting about reading it over and over again.
Xu Shu laughed after hearing what Yu Xian said.
Then he sighed meaningfully, "Those ignorant people know that hell is terrible, but they don't know that filial piety and brotherhood are also very powerful."
As he said that, he actually clenched his fists in front of him confidently.
Seeing how silly and energetic his eldest nephew was, Yu Xian was really speechless.
If those ignorant people understood the principle of filial piety and brotherhood, why would they sacrifice their lives to feed the Buddha?
Forget it, Yu Xian didn't expect Xu's nephew to play any role. This time, he still had to rely on the emperor's daughter Ba Fei to deal with Buddhism.
Yu Xian was waiting for the day of the Buddha Bathing Festival, but he never thought that soon the host would come to inquire, saying that someone from the Xuzhou Mufu wanted to pay a visit to the current imperial master.
Yu Xian had only revealed his identity to Qi Wujun along the way. He didn't expect the news to spread so quickly. He couldn't help but said to Xu Shu angrily, "Yuan Zhi has really made a group of reliable friends."
Xu Shu shook his head and said, "I don't know about this either, let's see what people say."
After Yu Xian heard this, he had an idea. The Buddha Temple was just outside Xiapi City. If Zuo Rong could blatantly misappropriate the taxes of three counties to build a large-scale construction project, he must have received some approval from Tao Qian.
I just don't know how deeply Tao Qian is involved in this matter, so I can take the opportunity to test it out.
The visitor entered the courtyard, glanced at him, and bowed respectfully to Yu Xian, saying, "Xuzhou Mufu Literary Bureau Xuan pays homage to the Imperial Master."
Yu Xian was a little surprised when he heard the name and couldn't help but look at Que Xuan.
Que Xuan was tall and thin, with a clear face, a short beard on his chin, and a smile on his face. He had the gentleness and humility of a scribe, and his posture and speech made people feel simple and sincere.
Yu Xian became more and more interested as he looked at Que Xuan. For a moment, he had no intention of asking Tao Qian any questions.
He thought for a while and then denied it, "I heard that the imperial preceptor at that time was just a Taoist priest of fifteen or sixteen years old. How could he be like me? The literary master must have admitted his mistake."
Que Xuan said respectfully, "The Imperial Master is a high-ranking scholar, and he occasionally plays with the world. How can he compare it with ordinary years?"
Yu Xian was pleased to hear this, but did not admit it immediately.
Que Xuan is not a simple guy. Throughout the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period, although there were feudal lords everywhere, there were not many bold enough to call him emperor. Even Zhang Jiao, the great virtuous teacher who instigated the Yellow Turban Rebellion, just gave him
He named himself a general.
However, this Que Xuan in front of him actually led thousands of people to raise an army in Xuzhou and proclaimed himself the Emperor.
Yu Xian wasn't sure if this guy was crazy, but the guy who dared to play like this was indeed worthy of his admiration.
Yu Xian thought about it, and found it strange that this guy who stirred up the situation in Xuzhou was now just a small literary practitioner?
This is outrageous.
Yu Xian continued to ask calmly, "You can serve as a literary director in Xuzhou Mufu. You must have profound knowledge. I don't know what kind of literature you are going to govern?"
Que Xuan was a little surprised, "I don't want a Taoist scholar like the Imperial Master to pay attention to my Confucian knowledge?"
Yu Xian said casually, "I understand a little bit."
Que Xuan replied calmly, "I have been poor since I was a child and can only recognize a few characters. Later, I accidentally got the ancient scriptures, and then I had the opportunity to devote myself to the practice of "Spring and Autumn". In more than ten years, I made a little profit. Tao Zhoumu came to
After Xuzhou, he encouraged people to teach farming and mulberry cultivation, pay attention to culture and education, and treat those who lack talent as servants with special treatment."
Two words came to mind in both Yu Xian and Xu Shu.
Ancient Wen School, Spring and Autumn Classics.
But neither of them believed it in their hearts.
Tao Qiannai came from a wealthy family. When he became an official, he was given the only quota of talented people in the county. Once he became a local official, he was able to recruit thousands of Danyang elites from his hometown.
A person with such a family background would naturally not appoint a person from a poor background as a personal attendant.
The reason is very simple. If we don't have a common language with each other, wouldn't we be causing trouble for ourselves?
Yu Xian immediately smiled and said, "You are extraordinary, why should you bully me?"
When Que Xuan heard this, he smiled bitterly and just bowed.
Yu Xian thought for a while, the history of the Quexuan Rebellion was unclear, but now it was unreasonable for him to embarrass an envoy as soon as he met him.
He then asked, "Why did Tao Gongzu ask you to come?"
Que Xuan said respectfully, "There was some misunderstanding between us at first, which made Tao Zhoumu offend the Imperial Master. Zhou Mu wanted to come to apologize, but he was afraid of being hasty and neglectful, so he asked his servant to come to pay his respects first."
Que Xuan's harmonious and gentle voice made people feel like listening to the spring breeze, and Yu Xian also felt cordial.
So he smiled and said, "So it's not a big deal."
As he spoke, he captured this familiar feeling in his mind and tried hard to recall it.
Then, Yu Xian suddenly thought of a person who had a very similar temperament to Que Xuan.
That was Zhao Song, the chief administrator of Hanzhong who once turned his hands into clouds and rain when he was on a mission to the Yizhou army, causing chaos in Yizhou!
Thinking of that person, Yu Xian immediately guessed the origin of the Que Xuan in front of him.