Therefore, although the Confucian scholars in the court believed in Confucianism and knew the classics by heart, when it came to governing, they still emphasized inclusiveness and discarding the old and embracing the new.
Endorsement cannot solve practical problems.
Fang Jingwu bowed,
"Mr. Siwei has a point."
When the people heard this, their enthusiasm was immediately dampened.
I thought I would see Li Qingcha attacking again, but I didn't expect the opponent to break away after one attack and had no intention of fighting head-on.
This is boring...
The crowd who wanted to enjoy the show suddenly became bored.
Li Qingcha had not expected that his role as a scapegoat for the Seventh Prince would be over so quickly, and he prepared to sit back in his seat.
But Fang Jingwu rarely seizes opportunities, so of course he must take advantage of it to build momentum.
He said, "Mr. Siwei, wait a minute!"
Li Qingcha's movements froze.
"Um...Brother Fang, do you have any other questions?"
"Since you think it's inappropriate to discuss classics that are too far away, then how should Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism communicate? How should they debate the classics?"
"This one……"
Fang Jingwu's question is not beyond the scope.
Since Li Qingcha is the chief official of the Daolu Division, it is normal for him to point out a direction for the debate as the "referee" of the three sects' discussion.
What Fang Jingwu had in mind was very simple, which was to pull Yu Youwei off the battlefield.
Originally, he just wanted to go to the scene and take a look.
After all, Confucianism is a prominent school of thought. All the dignitaries in the court are Confucian scholars selected through the imperial examination. They have a huge advantage over Taoism and Buddhism, so naturally they don't need to wallow in the quagmire.
So in the chat group, he only made general promises.
"Join in the fun"
These are the exact words he said to Number Five.
But yesterday, Yu Youwei was popular among the people, so today they must start with her. Even if it is a hard bone, Confucianism and Buddhism will have to gnaw it down even if they have to break their teeth.
Fang Jingwu's eyes swept across the Lingyun Sect's shed, and then fell on Li Qingcha.
Everyone waited quietly.
Li Qingcha pondered.
a long time,
“The differences between Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are nothing more than the two questions of where they come from and where they are going.”
As soon as these words came out, a breeze blew through the air.
Fang Jingwu was stunned.
Could it be that the vision of flowers blooming everywhere is to be recreated?
However, when he looked down, he did not see the green grass, nor did he smell the fragrance of soil and grass.
On the other hand, looking overhead, it seemed that clouds were gathering.
The common people could not help but discuss,
"It's been strange lately, too. It always rains in the afternoon and ends at midnight."
"I didn't bring an umbrella..."
"How about going back first?"
"But I want to hear what Master Li has to say."
……
Yesterday, Li Qingcha angrily criticized Qingwei, and today a storyteller made up a joke about "bowing down and then worshipping in the hall", which led to her becoming very popular among the people.
Everyone would rather get wet in the rain than not listen to what Li Qingcha has to say.
Fang Jingwu thought for a moment.
"Mr. Siwei, what do you mean by 'where you come from'? And what do you mean by 'where you are going'?"
Li Qingcha held his chin with one hand, as if he was also organizing his words.
"I think 'where it comes from' should refer to the supreme object of belief. Without a doubt, for Confucianism it is the saint, for Taoism it is the Taoist master, and for Buddhism it is the Buddha."
This is indeed the difference between Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
The three cultivation systems developed differently, and were deeply influenced by the three super-class cultivator founders.
After all, both the techniques and the classics were developed from three people.
Fang Jingwu did not refute.
Li Qingcha continued, "As for the second question, 'where to go', I think it should be the final destination of cultivation."
The monks nodded.
They all felt that Li Qingcha's summary was concise and to the point.
Only Buyan and Lu Luming showed horrified expressions.
Is Li Qingcha going to say...
The two couldn't help but think of Li Qingcha's remarks during their first debate.
One of them is a Buddhist sect, the other is a Taoist sect. Originally, they had different beliefs and would not have worked together, but now they could not help but look at each other, and almost at the same time they had the same idea:
Stop Li Qingcha!
Lu Luming opened his mouth to prophesy, but found that his tongue seemed to be stuck to the roof of his mouth, and it was difficult for him to utter a single word.
He wanted to stop Li Qingcha, but someone...
No, not someone.
There must be some law stopping him.
Lu Luming knew that the current situation was no longer something that he, a mere sixth-rank official, could handle.
Fortunately, Miaokong came from Daxiangguo Temple.
As long as Miaokong is here, maybe there is still hope.
At this moment, Lu Luming, who should have been angry at Bu Yan for inviting the elders to Daxiangguo Temple, actually felt a little relieved.
On the other hand, Bu Yan's situation was not much better.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said to Miaokong, "Quick, stop him!"
As if covered in cement that was about to solidify, the four words were barely squeezed out of his mouth, using up all the energy in his body.
Miaokong: ???
"No words!?"
"quick……"
Not to mention that his face was extremely ugly,
His whole body was soaked with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.
Miaokong was stunned.
Although he didn't understand what was going on, Bu Yan had always been cautious, so there must be some reason why he asked him to stop Li Qingcha.
He turned towards the stage, ready to chant a Buddhist name:
"A~mi~tuo~fo~"
For Buddhist monks, chanting the Buddha's name can make the listeners' minds clear and naturally attract their attention.
However, he didn't utter a single sound.
Miaokong's face was filled with horror, and he suddenly looked towards the direction of the White Egret Academy Stele Forest.
Keep your mouth shut! ?
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Egret Academy,
Forest of Steles.
Wei Xian kept the book in his hand, half leaning against the stone tablet and reading aloud.
He would come here every day, with a clear mind and a righteous heart, which would not only help him study more efficiently, but he could also set his goals through the stone tablets of the sages and carry on the unique knowledge of the past saints.
To become a first-class Confucian, one must establish one's own words and carve a stone tablet in the Forest of Steles.
This is the desire of every Confucian scholar.
at this time,
Da da da--
There was the sound of horse hooves not far away.
Wei Xian was stunned and looked over in surprise, only to find that it was a white deer.
This white deer seems familiar...
He pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered that when Li Qingcha was erecting a stele in the stele forest, it was this white deer that ran over and even used its antlers to butt the stele.
Qin lost its power and fought for supremacy in the Central Plains.
It is not difficult to see from these idioms alone that deer is a sign of some kind.
what happened?
Wei Xian couldn't help but ponder.
Suddenly, he felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate slightly, as if some force was gathering.
The stone tablets in the Forest of Steles also began to shake.
Wei Xian's first reaction was that someone had disturbed the destiny of Confucianism.
He felt like he must be crazy.
But the facts are before our eyes, and there is no room for luck. The increasingly violent shaking of the Forest of Steles is the best proof of this.
who is it! ?
Where!?
Wei Xian first looked in the direction of the Imperial Observatory and narrowed his eyes subconsciously.
Not a supervisor...
The only possible place is Liubukou Square where the three sects discussed Buddhism.
He turned his gaze to the north.
I saw that dark clouds were gathering there, but a stream of clear air rose up into the sky indomitable manner, poking a hole in the thick cloud layer, as if creating a piece of unaffected "pure land".
Wei Xian: !!!
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Miaokong's face looked extremely ugly.
Keeping one's mouth shut is something that only a Confucian scholar can do.
Now, Confucianism does not have a monk of this level, and even Wei Xian cannot do it, so it must be some sacred object that was used.
I didn’t expect Li Qingcha to join forces with Confucianism!
