It was a day at the end of May, and Jiangxia Academy was bustling with activity.
Thousands of scholars from Qianzhou, Lingzhou, and Jingzhou were watching a discussion on Taoism. One of the two parties was an old man with a white head and the other was a handsome young man. The difference was so big that people couldn't help but make a comparison in their hearts.
"Although Mr. Chen is proficient in classics and history, he is still too young and may not be a match for Mr. Hu."
"Otherwise, if you are an ordinary person, you can say this, but Mr. Chen is the number one scholar in the Six Yuan Dynasty. He is extremely talented and intelligent. It is difficult to predict who will win and who will lose."
"Look, they've started!"
Facing a well-known local scholar like Hu Lianghai, Chen Ping was still very serious. It was impossible to say that he was not under pressure. After all, in addition to fighting for understanding, the discussion of knowledge relied more on his own accumulation.
In fact, he was not sure that Hu Lianghai would be convinced, but now that they were here, how could he avoid them?
Moreover, many people dream of discussing with such a great scholar!
"Today you and I are discussing Taoism, and we will not talk about stereotyped writing."
Chen Ping nodded. There is nothing much to say about the eight-part essay. Just like exam-oriented education, there are too many constraints and frameworks. It is mainly designed to select talents.
Since we are just sitting and discussing, we should freely express our own opinions, and only through the collision of ideas can we gain something.
"I heard that you wrote "Spring and Autumn"? Then tell me about the saying, 'No one is a sage, and no one can make mistakes.' I want to hear your opinion."
After all, Hu Lianghai was a great scholar. After hearing this sentence, Chen Ping frowned slightly and started to think about it after he handed over his hands.
None of us are sages and sages, and we all have no faults. This sentence comes from "Zuo Shi Chun Qiu Biography - the Second Year of Xuangong". Although it is an annotated version of "Spring and Autumn", by the Dayu Dynasty it was already one of the must-read books for scholars.< /p>
Chen Pingye's "Spring and Autumn", of course, he has read through "Zuo Zhuan", but Hu Lianghai's famous saying is really tricky. It should be noted that this sentence is not to say that it is a classic in "Zuo Zhuan", but in the whole reputation It has almost reached the point where everyone knows it.
For Hu Lianghai to ask Chen Ping to answer this kind of famous saying that has been interpreted by countless forefathers, it would be a bit difficult for others.
As soon as he said this, the scholars in the dojo were all surprised and whispered among themselves.
Xie Zhiyuan, who was watching from a distance, jumped angrily, pointed at Hu Lianghai and cursed: "Is this old man trying to make things difficult? Is there any explanation for this? I think he is just here to cause trouble!"
Just when he was about to roll up his sleeves and give Hu Lianghai a look, Dean Cheng on the side held him down.
"Don't be anxious. Although it seems a bit difficult, this is what Chen Ping must go through if he wants to lecture and preach. Even if there is no Hu Lianghai today, there will be Li Lianghai and Zhang Lianghai tomorrow."
Dean Cheng's eyes were as bright as a torch, his eyes focused on Chen Ping in the dojo, and he murmured in his heart.
Chen Ping, you have your own unique insights that can convince everyone, right?
"If you can't answer or do it perfunctorily, being a scholar on the court is enough to ruin your reputation. Chen Ping, Confucian classics is not as simple as you think. The number one scholar will become an official. Don't come..."
When Hu Lianghai saw that Chen Ping was silent for a long time, he smiled and shook his head to admonish.
Just when he was mid-sentence, Chen Ping suddenly raised his head and looked at him with bright eyes.
"It is a blessing to be a blessing in disguise. People in the world often hate bad things and prefer good things. However, noble men and noble people cherish their feathers, while low-level people will spend their money. They will not do their best if they are not enriched by their own interests. Since the past thousand years, there have been no more saints.
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"No one can be a saint without faults. Before a saint becomes a saint, he must also experience joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, separation and separation, and living in the world. He cannot become a saint without faults and hardships. He does not avoid disasters like water and fire. If this is the case, even if the Qianshou Hao Sutra is
Can’t understand truth 11!”
"Sages..."
After thinking in his mind for a long time, Chen Ping suddenly spoke. After the first two sentences were spoken, the thousands of people present fell silent. Many scholars widened their eyes and raised their ears to listen carefully. Hu Lianghai, who was sitting opposite Chen Ping, had his pupils dilated rapidly.
, a look of shock appeared on his face.
The first two sentences have already identified the truth, but Chen Ping did not stop. Instead, he extended the meaning of sages from the sentence that no one can make mistakes without being a sage.
As a person of later generations, although Chen Ping does not know much about the development of Confucianism and the schools of thought in various eras, he has immersed himself in books over the years and has integrated and developed his own set of theories.
Although it has not matured yet and is only in the preliminary stage, the philosophical principles contained in it are unprecedented for these scholars.
"Why? But why? There are hundreds of millions of people living in the world. How can we generalize them all if they are different from place to place?"
"The saint's words are not to make people become saints without faults, but to make everyone face up to their own faults, turn them into mistakes, and lead people to do good so that the world can be united!"
Chen Ping swallowed, exhaled and looked at Hu Lianghai.
I saw that the white-headed old man looked depressed at this moment, as if he had been hit by something. He clenched his fists and struggled for a long time, and finally bent down deeply to bow.
"The master's understanding of Confucian classics is beyond my reach."
Buzz!
With Hu Lianghai's obeisance, thousands of scholars in and around the dojo woke up from their immersion and looked at Chen Ping with all their eyes. Chen Ping could even feel the fiery meaning.<
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"Sir, you are exaggerating, but it's just my humble opinion."
Chen Ping returned the greeting sternly, and when he saw Hu Lianghai getting up and leaving the dojo in embarrassment, he felt something in his heart.
The Dayu Dynasty he lived in was equivalent to Nangong in terms of time. During the Southern Song Dynasty, Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism flourished and spread. At the same time in the West, the Middle Ages had entered its final stage, and the soil for the Renaissance also began to appear.
The reason why the West in later generations was able to overtake the East and enter industrial society first was originally rooted before the Renaissance.
Materials are easy to change, but ideas are hard to shake. Catholicism in the late Middle Ages was no longer what it used to be in the hearts of Western people. Gradually, seeds of resistance began to sprout. It was not until the Renaissance that this seed broke through the ground and gave birth to the name of Yang Hus.
A flower that finally bore the fruit of religious war.
On the other hand, in the East, due to the popularity of Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism, the entire society was shackled and fell behind step by step.
Just a few days ago, a bold idea came to Chen Ping's mind, which was to plant a seed of resistance in Dayu.
The reason why the West resisted Catholic oppression was because it proposed the idea that everyone can worship and interpret the Bible on their own, and they...
"Everyone should face up to his own faults and turn them into nothing. How can this and this have such meaning?!"
"Sir is really a great talent. I never thought that the words of a saint contain such a theory of great unity."
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!"
In the huge dojo, after a brief silence, bursts of shouts erupted. Thousands of scholars turned to Chen Ping to pay homage deeply, inspired by the path to sainthood he spoke of.
At this moment, Chen Ping seemed to feel that he had mastered a power with great potential.