Chunshan Academy, like Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, was a government-run academy of the Great Li Dynasty.
The mountains are winding, the wind and smoke are clear, the rivers are surging, and the grass is luxuriant.
An old gentleman was walking alone in the academy. He was wearing a Confucian shirt and had a thin figure. He put his hands behind his back and walked outside a classroom where the master was teaching. He stopped and did not get too close to the window.
The predecessor of this place was the former site of Dali Mountain Cliff Academy. Just because the word "Ya Ya" was given to the Gao family in the Sui Dynasty, it was renamed and became Chunshan Academy.
It is still a government-run academy of the Dali court. In fact, regarding this matter, the Dali Temple was not without controversy. Some officials from the Cliff Academy, including the six ministries and yamen, all agreed that it should be abandoned and maintained properly, even if it was
Officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs who like to be the most prudent and get spit on every day all seconded this matter. In fact, at that time, both civil and military officials in Da Li felt that it was only a matter of time before Shanya Academy returned to Da Li.
In the end, the name was changed due to the words of the national preceptor Cui Chan, and there was no objection from the court.
A young teacher who was temporarily not required to teach and was responsible for patrolling the academy saw the old gentleman and asked with a smile: "Sir, are you here to visit the academy, or are you just traveling?"
No matter how relaxed the academy is, there are still some rules.
The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled and said: "We are all travelers on the journey of life. Passers-by do not need to ask their names. The sound of reading is my hometown."
The young master laughed dumbly. Was he having sex with himself?
The old scholar said something strange.
It stands to reason that now the large and small Confucian temples in various countries in Aquarius, from the capital to the localities, should hang up their own portraits again. The young man in front of me, as a Confucian scholar in the academy, has no reason to not recognize him.
By the way, it was probably the hanging portrait in the Confucian Temple that failed to depict half of my appearance and charm.
I turned around and had a good talk with the old drunkard who held the title of Saint of Painting. Even if your painting skills are already superb, there is still a chance to make further progress.
The young master from the academy smiled and reminded: "Old sir, it doesn't matter if you take a walk. As long as you don't disturb the lectures of the masters and walk more lightly, there will be no problem. Otherwise, the masters who teach students will have trouble."
If you don’t agree, I’m going to kick people out.”
The old scholar nodded and praised: "The young man has a good temper, and his patience in teaching should be good. If it's good, I'll say it in advance, and if it's bad, I'll remind him in advance. He's very organized in doing things. He knows what he's doing, I guess.
The atmosphere of your Chunshan Academy is not much different."
The young master feels helpless. This old gentleman is more... good at teaching others?
But after all, they were nice words and not annoying at all. They were just a bit too arrogant.
The old gentleman's Dali Mandarin was not authentic. He was probably a scholar from a vassal country. He was old and had to travel a lot to get to the academy in the capital. It was not easy, so the young master took the initiative to talk to the old gentleman.
After seeing several beautiful places in Chunshan Academy, the old scholar smiled and nodded his thanks, walked slowly to the window, and quietly listened to the question and answer session between the lecturer and the students inside.
The young master looked back and felt that he looked familiar.
The old gentleman was standing in the corridor with his hands behind his back, listening carefully to the teachings of the lecturer inside.
Perhaps sensing the young master's gaze, the old gentleman turned his head and smiled.
The young master turned around and left, shaking his head, still not remembering that he had seen the old gentleman there.
The old scholar continued to listen to the master inside to explain his doubts. Well, that's very good. What the master brought for today's lecture was annotation of one of his works by a descendant of the Yang family in Lingbao County in the early years. Now we are chatting in the room.
, is the content in the chapter on Dharma. I just mentioned a sentence in the book, why is it that a gentleman values ​​jade but despises miners?
Annotations, collections of explanations, brief explanations, brief annotations, and modern annotations and modern annotations... In fact, there were so many of them in the vast world back then. The so-called outstanding knowledge was nothing more than that.
Of course, they were later banned by the Confucian Temple, and now that they have resumed their status as worshippers, all kinds of annotated works have naturally revived... Forget it, this statement is a bit awkward, but anyway, there are so many of them springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain, and crucian carp crossing the river.
When the master in the room was teaching the students, he seemed to be talking about something that he knew deeply. He closed his eyes, sat upright, and recited the full text of the Dharma Act loudly.
The old scholar then lay on the window sill, lowered his voice, and asked a young Confucian scholar with a smile: "Do you understand what you sir are saying about Dharma and Practice?"
In fact, the young Confucian scholar had already discovered the old gentleman who was eavesdropping on the lecture, and this academy student was obviously a bold man. While the lecturer's wife was still shaking her head, he grinned and said, "What's wrong with this? In fact,
The content of the Dharma Act chapter seems to be very simple in terms of meaning, but the commentaries by scholars and scholars are more profound and far-reaching."
The young man saw the old gentleman's expression of deep understanding and nodded.
Then the old gentleman asked: "What do you think is the biggest problem with that literary sage who writes books and preaches?"
The young Confucian scholar was stunned and said with an angry smile: "Old sir, this kind of question is extremely treasonous. You dare to ask, but as a scholar, I don't dare to answer."
The predecessor of Chunshan Academy was Cliff Academy, one of the seventy-two academies of Haoran. The former master of the mountain, Mr. Qi, was the direct descendant of Literary Saint. So as a disciple of Chunshan Academy, if I say this, isn't it tantamount to deviating from the orthodoxy and deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors?
The old man smiled and said: "What do you dare to do? Some people dare to say that the Six Classics annotated me, so what are you afraid of? I heard that your mountain chief advised you to avoid arrogance and bias in your life, and to avoid narrow-mindedness in your studies.
When writing, you must avoid being cliche and must express your own opinions and publish what no one has said before. I think this is very good. How come you are here and don’t even dare to have your own opinions? I feel that all the knowledge in the world has been given to me.
The saints of the Confucian Temple have finished speaking, we just need to endorse it, we are not allowed to have our own opinions?"
The current head of the mountain, Wu Linzhuan, has been eager to learn since he was a child. He reads every book and is rigorous in his studies. He once served as the academic official of several states in the Dali area. He has been dealing with the knowledge of sages all his life. Although he is a good scholar, his academic rank is not low, but in fact
He was not a serious official. After resigning in his later years, he lectured in several government academies. It is said that during the period of banning literary and sage learning, he worked hard to collect a large number of book editions and personally published the proofs. In the early years of the Great Li Dynasty,
During the reform of the imperial examination system, it was this person who first proposed that the imperial court must increase its economy, military equipment and arithmetic.
The young Confucian scholar hesitated for a moment. Well, the man in front of him must be an old gentleman who failed in the imperial examination and was mediocre in his studies. Otherwise, he would not be able to say these "big words", but he really spoke to the heart of the young Confucian scholar.
Then he mustered up the courage and whispered: "I think that the literary sage is very knowledgeable, but he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness, which is a bit inappropriate."
The old gentleman continued to ask: "Then what do you think we should do? Have you thought of a remedy?"
The young Confucian scholar looked shy, "I secretly thought about it when I was free. Of course, it must be very vulgar and biased. We are just two masters who teach the works of literary saints in our academy. Well, this master is one of them now. He often cares about himself.
When I walked in the academy and recited the sage's work over and over again, I couldn't help but shed tears. I admire the sage of literature the most, so I don't dare to publish that nonsense article."
The teacher who had finished reciting the Dharma Act saw the "absent-minded" student muttering toward the window. The master suddenly slapped his ruler and shouted softly, "Zhou Jiagu!"
The young Confucian scholar was dumbfounded. Not only had he been caught by the master, but the key point was that the old gentleman outside the window was so unjust that he suddenly disappeared.
Zhou Jiagu stood up tremblingly.
Then Zhou Jiagu noticed outside the window that a large group of old masters from the academy, led by the Academy Chief, came.
Then, an old man who had just shrunk his head and knelt down and crouched under the wall outside the window stood up angrily.
The old gentleman was really very shameless. He laughed with Zhou Jiagu and explained, "I haven't been standing here for a long time. It's a bit tiring."
Zhou Jiagu noticed that the lecturer's face was flushed, and mistakenly thought that he felt disturbed by others. The young man immediately explained: "Mr. Fan, this is my distant uncle. He is here to visit me in the academy today."
Well, uncle doesn’t know the rules of the academy, so it’s my fault.”
The old scholar stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.
Very kind.
Older scholars should refrain from saying a few weird words that are pretense of shocking, and don't be afraid that young people will not remember themselves.
Don't just put hats on young people. If people's hearts are not as good as the times, you can pull them down. In fact, it's just that you have changed from a little bastard to an old bastard.
No matter how disappointed the old people are, they should always be full of hope for the young people.
The world in the future will get better and better.
Then Zhou Jiagu discovered that Master Fan was so excited that he stumbled out of the classroom.
Finally standing in the corridor under the eaves, Master Fan looked solemn, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the old gentleman.
In addition, all the old masters, including the master of Chunshan Academy, were in the same position and couldn't afford to bow.
It seems that as long as the literary saint did not speak, he would keep bowing.
The old scholar waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so stubborn. I haven't eaten cold pig heads for many years. I'm not used to it."
All the academy masters slowly stood up.
Wu Linzhuan, the headmaster of Chunshan Academy, stepped forward quickly and asked softly: "Mr. Wen Sheng, are you going to drink tea somewhere else?"
The old scholar shook his head, walked to Master Fan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fan, why don't we discuss it, and in the second half of the class, I will give a lecture on Dharma to the students?"
Master Fan bowed again, his lips trembling and unable to speak.
The old scholar walked into the classroom, and dozens of academy students in the room all stood up and bowed.
Especially Zhou Jiagu, who had been chatting with Master Wen Sheng for a long time, was completely confused now.
The old scholar raised his hand and said, "No need to be polite, knowledge is important, please sit down."
All the academy masters, including Mr. Fan, just stood outside by the window and listened to the teachings of the sages. No one competed with the students in the room for seats.
The old scholar smiled and said: "Before explaining the chapter on Dharma, I will first explain to Zhou Jiagu why he talks more about etiquette and less about benevolence and righteousness. Before that, I would like to hear Zhou Jiagu's opinion on how to remedy it."
The old scholar looked at the young Confucian scholar and joked: "Zhou Jiagu, don't be afraid of saying the wrong thing. Even if you say the wrong thing, I don't care. Who dares to care? Is this the truth?"
Zhou Jiagu said in a trembling voice: "Master Literary Saint... I'm a little
To be continued...