Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 661 Teaching without discrimination

  Wang Shouren bathed and changed clothes, and came out of the thatched cottage.

   At this time, the corpse of the assassin has been cleaned up.

  All traces are gone.

  Wang Shouren wore a new Confucian shirt and returned to his original position. All the disciples came to complain: "But I don't know how this person got in. It was the negligence of the disciples. I didn't notice it beforehand. Please don't blame me, sir."

Wang Shouren shook his head and said with a smile: "A gentleman is giving lectures here, how can he have no enemies? I have already anticipated this situation when I came here. The assassin has ulterior motives and is spying in the dark, but I am in the open. How can I guard against it? Such things, It’s nothing to worry about, don’t take it to heart, and don’t blame yourself.”

Wang Shouren paused again: "I know that among all living beings, most of them are seekers of knowledge, but how can we be on guard against them? There are young people mixed in with them? The Master said: There is no distinction between teaching and learning. Since you come here If you are a good student, I am willing to teach you the Dao. If there are assassins among them, you don’t need to be afraid, as long as you never throw a dagger in front of me, I will still regard you as a disciple.”

  Among the crowd, someone really lowered his head with a complex look on his face.

  In fact, in Jiaozhi, there have always been many secret resistances. Just a few days ago, a military officer in the Ming army was assassinated.

  Da Ming entered Jiaozhi, and Jiaozhi had been independent intermittently for hundreds of years, so how could it be easily recognized by Jiaozhi?

   Champa is better here, because after all, Champa was annexed by the Annan people, and the people here don’t have much dislike for the Ming army, but in other places, such things happen more frequently.

  Wang Shouren didn't pay much attention to this.

  Even if there are assassins here, he doesn't bother to screen them out. Anyway, why do you come here to study, but if you want to plot evil, this Ruan Xingjian is a role model.

  Among the assassins mixed in the crowd, some have begun to retreat.

However, there are also some people who, after hearing Wang Shouren's reasoning these days, suddenly have a unique feeling that their hearts are struggling. On the one hand, they originally came here with their own ideals, but after coming here, they are gradually attracted They were attracted by Wang Shouren's knowledge, but Ruan Xingjian's death shocked them enough.

  The younger generation...

  I saw Wang Shouren's disdainful look, as if he didn't care about the assassin at all, a stinging emotion spread deep in the hearts of some dissatisfied people.

  Is the so-called "righteousness" of oneself, in the eyes of others, just the behavior of a clown? And what Mr. Wang said in his mouth is that he has the world in mind, that all things are the same, and the so-called avenue of simplicity is obviously...compared with his so-called "righteousness", I don't know how many times better. It is no wonder that Ruan Xingjian's behavior was so despised and contempt.

  Wang Shouren's calm was more like silent humiliation.

   And this humiliation pierces people's hearts.

He finished today's lesson calmly, and then stood up: "A gentleman has six arts, among which riding and archery and fencing are the most difficult. Why, reading is easy, and understanding things is easy, but a gentleman wants to achieve great things and build fame. Ten or a hundred people are invincible, and today I will learn fencing. Just now, have you seen clearly the assassin's assassination technique? His movements are quick and agile, but his actions are still slow. Take care, Assassination, what should I do, lest when I get it, people will say that people who worship under my sect are so sloppy even in assassination, and my reputation is ruined. If there are assassins among all living beings, there should be twelve Be very energetic, otherwise, if you want to assassinate me, you will be killed by me raising your hand like this assassin, and you will be laughed at. You each take your sword, and I will teach you how to assassinate with your sword."

   "..."

  Poor Ruan Xingjian, who unexpectedly became a negative teaching material.

  The most exasperating thing is that Mr. Wang actually taught everyone how to assassinate, or in other words, use the correct method to assassinate the target.

Wang Shouren had already mentioned Ruan Xingjian's dagger, and stabbed it plainly: "Daggers are like swords, they are both weapons for killing. If you want to kill, you must do it with all your strength. You must strike with your heart, and you must not have distracting thoughts." , holding the heart of killing the enemy, the ancient assassins, most of them refused to risk their lives to attack people, all of them stabbed the enemy, and just missed their own life, have you seen it clearly?"

   "Ruan Xingjian just now, the biggest mistake is that he has distracting thoughts, dagger in hand, more than showy, murder is a matter of life and death, the outcome can be decided in an instant, how can it be showy?"

  Wang Shouren raised the blade again, and stabbed with the sword again, his body looked ridiculously clumsy, completely lacking the ease and ease that an assassin should have, but this clumsy sword was just the most realistic.

   "You all have a try. Follow my method and stab a hundred swords."

  Wang Shouren threw away the dagger, put his hands behind his back, and smiled.

Some assassins mixed among the disciples felt like vomiting blood, as if every word Mr. Wang said was aimed at himself. Such contempt even taught you how to assassinate the target, like a heavy hammer, forged again and again. Hit their confidence.

   What's even more frightening is that they saw something different from this person, and deep down in their hearts, there was a feeling of yearning for him.

  They imitated Wang Shouren and stabbed with a sword. Many people did not have a sword in their hands, but just took sticks and used them with swords.

Wang Shouren thought of something, so he said to a disciple beside him: "Go and write a letter to Xishan, and ask your mentor to find a way to dispatch some troops and horses. Also, please Ping Xihou, to donate some armaments. Of course, if there are some useless troops in the army Iron swords are the best. Please use some bows and arrows too."

   "This... I'm afraid Ping Xihou will not agree."

   It’s easy to talk about military horses. There are not many things in Xishan, but Ma Duo, and the captured Tatar war horses have not been digested yet.

   Bows and crossbows are different, but swords are fine. There is an express regulation in Ming Dynasty that scholars can wear swords, so making swords for body protection is not prohibited. It's just a bow and crossbow, but it has always been forbidden.

  Wang Shouren said: "Jozhi is different from other places, how can we use the method of the inland everywhere? Marquis Pingxi is a man of reason, and he is my master. I will write to him, and he will definitely give this convenience."

   "But...among these disciples, I'm afraid..."

   Obviously, some people are a little worried.

  Wang Shouren smiled slightly: "No matter where you are, there will always be good and bad. These are all harmless things. We can do things according to our conscience."

  …

  At the same time, Shenglong, a letter, rushed to the capital.

  A few days later, it was snowing heavily in the capital, and it was reported to the Ministry of Rites.

Zhang Sheng, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, went to the palace early. The person on duty today is Chen Xing, the right servant of the Ministry of Rites. Chen Xing frowned. He looked at the report with surprise on his face. The scribe came and said, "Send it to the Secretary of the General Administration and send it to the palace."

   "What is it, even the Ministry of Rites can't deal with it?" The scribe looked surprised: "Would you wait for Zhang Butang to come back before making a decision..."

   "Say it!" Chen Xing seemed in a bad mood: "Send it to the palace."

"yes."

  A moment later, the report appeared in the General Secretary, and the General Secretary hurriedly sent it to the palace.

  …

  In the warm pavilion.

  Emperor Hongzhi sat down.

  The weather was cold, a charcoal basin was set up in the warm pavilion, and the anthracite was burning slowly, and the ministers wrapped in big red velvet shawls had already been seated by His Majesty, and everyone gathered together, staring at Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "It's been snowing for several days in a row. The gods are not benevolent. The people have to spend the winter. How difficult it is. The supply of anthracite cannot be in short supply. You must inform Xishan about this. If there is a shortage and mining is not enough, I will take it." Fang Jifan is asking."

   "Your Majesty, there is no need to be anxious. Now, the common people are wearing sweaters, which are enough to keep out the cold, and they have anthracite. Thinking about it, compared to previous years, the disaster situation will be alleviated a lot."

   Speaking of this, Emperor Hongzhi felt at ease.

Yes, it is indeed much better than in the past few years. Although there will still be people affected by disasters, for example, the heavy snow crushed many huts and killed many people, but the most fearful thing about such things is: "Shuntian Mansion , we must not slack off, buy some coal, and distribute it to the people affected by the disaster. This sweater...Although we have it, how many people are wearing it now? The people, after all, are tens of thousands. "

  Emperor Hongzhi finished speaking, and put the report in his hand on the case: "If anything goes wrong, I will take Shuntian Mansion to intervene. This is still the case at the feet of the emperor, let alone other states and counties."

   All the ministers said yes.

  But at this time, an **** hurried in and said, "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites has a performance."

   What surprised Zhang Sheng the most was that he was the Minister of Rites, so why did the Ministry of Rites play it all of a sudden?

  Even he didn't know what happened all of a sudden.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "What's the matter?"

  The official of the General Administration Department was silent for a moment: "It is from Thang Long..."

  Shang Long... All of a sudden, everyone exchanged glances.

  Shanglong is the capital of Jiaozhi, which is equivalent to the provincial capital. Now there is an urgent report, but I don't know why.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "Read."

"Chen Fang Jinglong said: Inside and outside the dragon, there is nothing wrong with it. Recently...Jiaozhi Tixue widely spreads education, and invites Jiaozhi scholars to sacrifice to Yan Shenggong. He has newly established a Confucian temple, and scholars gather together, and suddenly there are scholars. , A fire was set in the Confucian Temple, and some scholars smashed the plaque of the Master of All Ages. There was chaos in the Confucian Temple. The government wanted to stop the evil deeds of the scholars. Among the scholars, some people shouted the voice of expulsion of the Ming and Han Dynasties, and they killed seven officials. Three soldiers were killed or injured, and a new Confucian Temple was set up and burned, so, in the whole city, the young people are ready to move..."

  After reading this, Emperor Hongzhi's face turned ashen.

  The establishment of a new Confucian temple is an old rule. When a Confucian temple is established, people should be offered sacrifices when they are promoted to academic officials. This is also one of the methods of enlightenment.

   But who would have thought that the scholars who had been summoned turned against each other directly. Isn't this... a big joke in the world?

  Originally, this should be a small disturbance, but it involves scholars, and it also involves the Confucian Temple.

  Zhang Sheng's face suddenly became miserable... ah.

  (end of this chapter)