Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"I never thought that one day I would be able to sit with the Four Sages of Confucianism. What an honor!"

Shen Wuming bared his teeth. Putting aside the views of the Four Sages of Confucianism, his status was adequate.

Moreover, Shen Wuming did not completely overturn the views of the Four Saints.

According to the high school politics book.

Regarding traditional culture, we must take its essence and discard its dross, criticize and inherit it, and make the past serve the present.

"But you have to be on the same level as them, and you have to represent your own way..."

Shen Wuming thought about it for a long time, but there was no suitable one.

Things like "establishing a heart for the world and establishing a life for the people" are just pretentious, but he really has no such idea.

He practiced Confucianism, not because he had any idea of ​​benefiting the world, but simply because it was very fast.

"What are you writing about..."

Shen Wuming stood in front of the jade board, thought for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Yes."

Then he stretched out his fingers, filled with awe-inspiring righteousness, and started carving on the stone slab with his fingertips like sharp edges.

The black wooden statue was still in the same place, but it seemed that he could see the content on the jade tablet and slowly read it out.

"There is nothing outside the heart, the heart is reason!"

"This heart is so bright, what else can I say?"

In fact, Shen Wuming has never studied Confucian culture in depth.

The little reserve in my mind relies entirely on Chinese language books, history books and political books.

When I learned the Confucian content in the culture chapter of the history book, besides Xunzi, my favorite was Wang Yangming.

Especially those views of Yangming Xinxue, where knowledge and action are unified, and there is nothing outside the mind.

In short, this world is all false, and only your own heart is real.

For him, traveling to this world is like a dream, and it seems to be in line with his current situation.

"Aren't you... a little too... deviant?" the voice asked tentatively.

"According to your statement, there is nothing outside your heart, which is equivalent to the whole world revolving around you."

In fact, Wang Yangming’s theory of mind has such meaning.

"Have you ever seen flowers bloom?" Shen Wuming asked suddenly.

"I've seen it... but I haven't seen it for a long time. The last time I saw flowers blooming was the last time!"

The voice was filled with emotion, as if she had been here for a long time.

"Then I'll tell you." Shen Wuming recalled Wang Yangming's point of view.

"When you don't look at this flower, this flower and your heart are silent together; when you look at this flower, the color of this flower becomes clear for a while."

"Understood?"

Shen Wuming also seemed to understand, but it was probably that all reality was a reflection of his own heart.

The black wooden sculpture did not reply. He seemed to be shocked by his words. How could there be such an ordinary and confident man?

But at this moment, the surrounding sage sculptures were all emitting a misty green light, and awe-inspiring righteousness condensed in the void.

It turned into a blue cloud, like the glaze of blue and white porcelain, and faintly exuded a light golden light.

"Haoran Qingyun?"

The voice was full of surprise, "Can't you find a successor? Give me such a heavy gift."

…

Beijing, Confucian Temple.

A few days ago, a white rainbow passed through the sun, attracting attention to the usually silent Confucian Temple. Everyone also knew that there were excellent articles in the autumn examination.

But as the heat passed, the Confucian Temple seemed to be quiet again, returning to its previous simplicity and silence.

But today, a bell resounded in the sky over the entire capital, as clear and crisp as a dynamite!

Ordinary people didn't notice anything, just thinking that the bell in the Confucian Temple was very good, and the whole capital could hear it when it hit it.

However, if you are practicing Taoism but are shocked, the higher your cultivation level, the more obvious the shock will be.

"puff!"

A pagan monk lurking in the capital was sitting cross-legged in meditation. When the bell rang, he felt like he was hit hard!

Suddenly, the breath all over his body was disordered, his face flushed, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness came out of his throat and sprayed on the ground.

"Still not working?"

An imperial scholar was practicing with his legs crossed while offering wine.

He tried to break the shackles of the fifth realm, but the aura lingering around him still prevented him from breaking through.

The great priest who was protecting him frowned slightly, lowered his head and sighed secretly, still a little eager for quick success.

"Maybe I can practice for another two or three years..."

Just as he was muttering to himself, the sound of bells resounded in the sky, and the body of the practicing Taixue's sacrificial wine also trembled slightly.

The surrounding Haoran's righteousness expanded and stirred, like cold water poured into boiling oil.

The next moment, his aura surged, and Taixue Jijiu suddenly opened his eyes, full of doubts and surprises.

"Am I done?"

…

Such a big movement in the Confucian Temple naturally alarmed many monks, especially the Confucian people, who rushed towards the Confucian Temple.

The Supreme Master came through the air and landed in the main hall of the Confucian Temple. All the sculptures were faintly glowing.

Morning bell and evening drum pavilion.

A huge copper bell hung on the stand, the wooden tongue in the middle swayed slightly, and sound waves visible to the naked eye spread in all directions.

"What's going on? How could Tianzhi Muduo suddenly change like this?"

The void broke open, and the Supreme Master had appeared here, asking the scholar in green who was standing here.

The scholar in Qingyi turned around with a complicated expression, "Someone has climbed to the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple..."

"Fifth floor? What's going on? Didn't we... before?" The Supreme Master seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly paused in his words.

"First time going up there?"

He vaguely remembered a legend of Confucianism. The Confucian Temple is not only used to worship Confucian sages.

It also has the function of selecting people who will protect and inherit the Confucianism.

However, only those who pass all the tests and enter the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple for the first time can see it.

According to Confucianism, those who can reach the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple directly for the first time are pure gentlemen.

"It should be..."

The blue-clothed scholar nodded slightly, "What's the situation? Let Jixiangtian come over and you will know."

"That's going to have to wait." The head of the Imperial Academy shook his head, "Han Changli was called over by His Majesty just now."

Contemporary Confucianism regards the Northern Han Dynasty as orthodox, and the Northern Han Confucianism has three great masters and three small masters as leaders.

The head of the Imperial Academy and the blue-clothed scholar are two of the three great masters, and the other one is Han Changli, the leader of the ancient prose movement.

Only when the three of them work together can they use the permission of the Confucian Temple to invite out the spirit of the Confucian Temple.

After a while, a middle-aged Confucian scholar entered the Morning Bell and Evening Drum Pavilion.

"You are finally here." The blue-clothed scholar glanced at him.

The middle-aged scholar named Han Changli smiled bitterly and said, "Such a big commotion, I wanted to come here at that time."

"But His Majesty is asking me to read a policy paper..."

"What policy paper is more serious than the strange sound of the wooden bell of the sky?" The blue-clothed scholar glanced at him and said disdainfully.

"It's nothing more than singing praises. Even if you blow the world into flowers, you might as well do something practical."

"This article is different." Han Changli took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeve, "His Majesty also asked me to bring it here to show you."

The blue-clothed scholar didn't say anything, but the head of the Imperial Academy became interested.

"Oh?"

The head of the Imperial Academy is also a court official. He will definitely not be aimless in guiding the virtues of that Majesty.

After taking the policy paper and reading it, "Shen Wuming..."