"Haoran Qi?" If King Jingmin of Wei remembered correctly, this should be the words of Mencius, and the Zixia in front of him was known as a Confucian with a legalistic appearance, and most of his disciples were Legalists.

Even Xunzi, the leading figure of Confucianism today, was more or less influenced by him.

"Yes, it is this righteous spirit." Zixia's appearance was finally revealed. He indeed had an ordinary appearance, a little fierce, but he could not hide the righteousness between his eyebrows.

"But this noble spirit is difficult to cultivate, not to mention that the king is a hypocrite."

Zixia clearly said it with a smile, but his words were not very pleasant to the ear.

"However, if Your Majesty can keep pretending for a lifetime, then this lie will become true."

"Please enlighten me, Master."

After all, King Jingmin of Wei needed help from others, so he naturally had to be humble. No matter what he thought in his heart or what was in his mind, he had to ask for advice humbly.

"Your Majesty, you have no spirit in your heart now, let alone a righteous spirit. Moreover, you are too old to cultivate such a righteous spirit."

Every word Zixia said seemed to be a blow to King Jingmin of Wei, but in the end he changed the subject.

"But this is also a quick way. Even though it goes against the principles of heaven, for the sake of Wei and the future of Confucianism, we have to use it."

If Zixia said it was against the will of heaven, then it was against the will of heaven, but since it was said to be useful, King Jingmin of Wei just listened to it.

"If Your Majesty could gather all the Confucian disciples of the entire Wei Kingdom together, gather the classics of the Hundred Schools of Thought in one place, and burn them with a great fire, then the great spirit would surely be achieved."

Although everything around him was bright white, these words frightened King Jingmin of Wei so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Burn them with a big fire, and they will be burned to death alive.

How can we find the so-called righteousness if we do this?

King Jingmin of Wei felt more and more that the person before him was probably not the so-called fortune teller or Zixia, but perhaps some other person who came to deceive him.

But at this moment, how could King Jingmin of Wei not believe it?

"I understand!" King Jingmin of Wei felt a little dry in his throat, but he still agreed. He had no choice but to agree.

"Your Majesty, you are not in control of the situation right now. If you were to do it alone, I'm afraid that even by the time the Qin troops reach Daliang, there would still be no progress."

Zixia seemed to see the doubts in King Jingmin of Wei's heart, so he threw another bomb, or set a trap.

"Buzi is willing to help me?"

Although the one in front of him is most likely fake, since he appears as Zixia, he will naturally arouse many people to support him, King Jingmin of Wei.

"As long as the king nods, this first ray of righteousness will be cultivated by Wuti, the king."

King Jingmin of Wei had no reason to disagree, so he naturally nodded.

Before Zixia could make any move, he saw a streak of white flowing into King Jingmin of Wei's body. King Jingmin of Wei now felt as if he could command the heaven and earth.

King Jingmin of Wei knew that this was not an illusion.

When he looked up again, there was no trace of Zixia, and the whiteness in front of him was no longer there. It was just the ordinary appearance of the bedroom.

Wei Cheng was still standing outside the door, and everything was as usual.

King Jingmin of Wei was still excited because this great energy really existed and existed in his heart.

From this day on, the State of Wei will stand up!

On this day, all the Confucian scholars in the Wei capital Daliang died suddenly for unknown reasons, and all the classics of hundreds of schools of thought were burned to ashes.

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