Chapter 1305: The Temple of Confucianism!

"Leave this matter to me!"

Li Junxian, dressed in white, fell to the ground, and suddenly said. Compared with a few days ago, his face was much paler, and his brows were faintly more haggard. It was obvious that he hadn't slept well these few days. Wang Chong's "attack style" was something he had never encountered before, and no one in Datang would act like him.

But this is precisely the foreign king of the Tang Dynasty.

"Might is truth" is spreading among the people day by day, and Li Junxian understands what will happen if this trend continues. But after thinking about it for several days, he couldn't find any good method at all. Wang Chong's method was too ingenious. Not only did he promote his ideas, but he also blocked their mouths.

"More than that, the Great Lun Qin Mausoleum of Uzang, the Five Crossbows of the Western Turks, Ashina Tuozhen of the Western Turks, the Emperor Yuan Gaisuwen of the Goguryeo Empire, and Dashi all sent letters, Urging us to stop this matter, judging from the reports of our spies in various countries, there have been voices of backlash within each country, calling for the cancellation of all agreements signed with us, and some people even discussed the recall of all the abolished troops!"

At this moment, a voice sounded, and Zhu Jing, who was in charge of espionage, took a step forward and spoke as well.

"Buzz!"

Hearing these words, Li Junxian, including all the Confucian masters in the room, all tightened their expressions and raised their heads.

"When did it happen? Has the court received the news?"

Li Junxian raised his head and said.

"This is a private message, that is, a few days ago, because I was worried that you were under too much pressure, so I didn't tell you."

Zhu Jing said.

In the room, everyone heaved a long sigh of relief when they heard these words. Since it was a private letter, it meant that there was still room for relaxation, and the other countries obviously did not want to go to war with Datang. However, it is clear that all countries in the various borders have sensed a huge threat from Wang Chong's actions and the storm in the capital, and they have pinned their hopes on Confucianism to prevent this matter from deteriorating.

"Actually, it's not just the countries, the prime minister, the old grand master, and the king of Qi have also written to ask several times, asking us what should we do about this matter?"

On the side, Elder Song sighed and also said something.

The pressure faced by Confucianism is not limited to the border and surrounding countries, but also includes the court. Whether it is King Qi, the old grand master, or the prime minister, they are all important allies of Confucianism.

The spread of Wang Chong's "power is truth" in the capital and all parts of Kyushu is obvious to everyone. Obviously, the First Prince, King Qi and the Prime Minister are also pinning their hopes on Confucianism to change the current situation.

On the other side, the girl in white moved her lips, but she still held back her words after all. The young master was exhausted, and the pressure he was facing was already great enough, so there was no need to add trouble to him.

In an instant, the hall was silent and dead silent. Everyone's gaze is looking in the same direction, and each gaze is an invisible pressure.

Li Junxian is the head of Confucianism, if there is anyone in this world who can stand against Wang Chong, he is probably the only one left.

"knew!"

After a long time, Li Junxian finally spoke. At that moment, countless thoughts flew past his eyes, and finally, Li Junxian's eyes gradually became firm.

"In the face of the great task of great harmony in the world, no one is worth mentioning. The millennium foundation of Confucianism, in the face of this unprecedented opportunity, must not be destroyed in his own hands, let alone in the hands of foreign kings."

"Get ready for me, take a shower and change clothes, I'm going to the holy temple!"

hum!

Hearing the word "Sacred Temple", everyone in the hall was slightly shocked, and everyone showed a respectful look on their faces, even more respectful than in front of Li Junxian.

"My lord, do you want to..."

On the side, Song Lao stepped forward, bowed, and said cautiously.

"Um!"

Li Junxian nodded heavily:

"This is a battle of ideas, and it's not just about our Confucianism. At this time, it's time to meet him."

Li Junxian sighed.

...

Just two hours after the meeting in the main hall ended, a low-key and simple carriage mixed into the turbulent flow of people, passed through many streets and alleys, and finally entered the northwest corner of the capital, a plum grove adjacent to the imperial palace.

This Plum Blossom Forest is completely different from any place in the past. At the entrance of the Plum Blossom Forest, two golden dragon flags stand upright, and the dragon flags are fluttering. On both sides are the Habayashi Army and Jinwu Guards that only appear in the imperial palace.

This kind of place is obviously not accessible to ordinary people.

Li Junxian showed a waist card, without any interrogation, and quickly entered the depths of the Merlin.

Quiet! Quiet!

It is hard to imagine that there is such a secluded place in the capital. Going along a path, twists and turns, and finally in front of a resplendent palace, Li Junxian's carriage stopped.

"Young master, we're here!"

A Confucian disciple quickly got out of the carriage and opened the carriage door. Li Junxian flicked up his robe and quickly walked out of the carriage. Bang, the moment his feet hit the ground, a unique fragrance of Merlin wafted into his nose.

"Haven't been here for a long time!"

Li Junxian took a deep breath, looking at all the familiar things, feeling deeply moved in his heart.

Turning his head, Li Junxian saw a huge palace. There was no plaque on the palace. There was only a stone tablet standing more than ten steps away from the gate. On the stone tablet were written a few large characters in vermilion lacquer:

"The head of ten thousand scholars"!

Then there is a seal below it, which says "Fengtian Chengyun"!

Judging from the mottled marks on the stele, it was obvious that it had been a very long time.

"Gaozong Royal Seal!"

Li Junxian looked at the stone tablet, and a thought flashed in his mind.

In the past dynasties, except for "Dacheng Zhishen" and "Yasheng Mencius", the emperors of the past dynasties rarely gave the jade seal to Confucian scholars, and the words "the head of ten thousand Confucians" are not acceptable to anyone. affordable. The Jinwu guards, Gaozong's jade seal, just these two points, the status of the people living in this golden palace is extraordinary, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Li Junxian's sleeves fluttered, looking at the palace in front of him, many thoughts flashed in his eyes. Outside the imperial city, in the northwest corner, this plum grove and the temple hidden in it are not known to many people among the people, but in the line of Confucianism, all the great Confucians, great Confucians, Bo Confucians and Confucian scholars have the supreme status .

This is the real Confucian temple!

Because the person who lives here, or is enshrined, is the real "Confucian spiritual leader" of the whole world.

"You are benevolent, there is no injustice; there is no injustice when you are righteous; there is no injustice when you are righteous!"

"He who enjoys the people's happiness, the people also enjoy it; whoever worries about the people's worries, the people also worry about their worries."

"The people are the most important, the society is second, and the king is the lightest. That is why the people of Qiu are the emperor, the emperor is the prince, and the princes are the great officials..."

...

When Li Junxian appeared in front of the holy temple, the sound of reading was coming from the holy temple. Different from ordinary schools, the voices coming out of it are not childish voices, each of these voices who recite is extremely old, and it seems that they are either very old, or well-known Confucians before the age of fifty or sixty.

"Young Master, Zhu Zi already knows you are coming, please come in."

In just a moment, an old Confucian with gray temples and a gray-white Confucian robe stepped over the threshold and came out from the inside. If someone is here, they will be very surprised to see this old Confucian, because this old Confucian is a very famous Confucian in the whole Hunan area. More than 20 years ago, a copy of "Tongru Lun" was spread all over the world, and it was regarded as a standard by Confucianism and Taoism.

It was rumored that he had already died long ago, but who would know that he entered this holy temple and followed that one for more than ten years.

"Thank you!"

Li Junxian returned a salute respectfully, then lifted his robe and strode into the palace.

In the palace, it was quiet, there was no Jinwu Guard or Habayashi Army in sight, only a tripod incense burner was placed on both sides, exuding a smell like incense and musk. In front of the dragon-shaped, tiger-shaped, and crane-shaped incense burners, a great Confucianist or a great Confucianist over the age of 50 sat cross-legged on the ground, either writing or drawing, copying scriptures, or meditating with his eyes closed. As if studying knowledge.

These people were concentrating on their own affairs, when Li Junxian came in, they didn't even look at them, and Li Junxian didn't care, just passed these people and walked in.

The sound of reading was getting closer and closer. After passing through a gate hall, behind the palace, Li Junxian saw a square made of stone slabs and a simple but clean thatched cottage. Behind this magnificent palace, there is still such a simple hut, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it is hard to believe.

Although simple, the feeling of this thatched cottage is refined, fresh and elegant, and has a holy taste. Not only does it not lower the gorgeous palace next to it, but everyone who sees it will feel that this gorgeous palace In front of this thatched cottage, it becomes incomparably small, out of place with this thatched cottage and the surrounding plum and bamboo forests.

Although it was a bit weird, Li Junxian had already dealt with it indifferently.

A famous Confucianist and Confucianist, with their sleeves fluttering, kept walking through the square, or through the thatched hut, or left straight away. Li Junxian's heart moved, and he walked over quickly. Right at the entrance of that thatched cottage, I saw a row of Confucian scholars named Great Confucianism, Hongru Confucianism, and Old Confucianism sitting on the ground kneeling on the ground, practicing the ritual of disciples, and following one person to study intently.

Their demeanor is respectful, as if a young man who doesn't understand anything is studying with a knowledgeable teacher.

These famous Confucians, great Confucians, and old Confucians are placed in the land of Kyushu, and each one is highly respected. With this level of knowledge, there is no need to learn from others, and there is no one who can teach them anymore. But when they came to this thatched cottage, they knelt down to study like boys. Not only did these people not feel ashamed at all, but they showed a kind of great honor, as if staying here to study was a great honor.

Everyone's expression seemed to cherish the opportunity to stay here to study.