Chapter 265: The Gathering of All Schools of Thought
Among the hundreds of schools of thought, Confucianism is far beyond the reach of other schools in terms of its wide influence, huge size, and high status.
The Hundred Schools of Thought were only a brief moment of glory. The Mohist, Legalist, Yin-Yang and other schools of thought that were not adapted to the changes of the times and the needs of the rulers were excluded and suppressed and quickly declined. Confucianism had a characteristic that was conducive to feudal rule, which also allowed it to continue to flourish thousands of years later.
The time when Jun came was very coincidental. She had the opportunity to participate in the declining schools of thought that she could not access in the real world, and had the opportunity to witness the most prosperous and open academic collision.
Man Laogang was just about to sit down at the Confucian seat, but he unexpectedly ran into the Legalist team and met the leader Minghe.
The old man leaned on his cane and his horn beard trembled as he spoke: "We are not in the officialdom now. Since you are fighting on behalf of the Legalists, you are my enemy today."
Ming He's lips curled slightly: "In this case, He must go all out. The head of the family has high hopes for He, how can He return empty-handed."
Without the mediation of the peacemaker Chaotang Junlin, Confucianism and Legalism became enemies again.
In the eyes of Confucianists, Legalists are selfish, cold-blooded and ruthless. In the eyes of Legalists, Confucianists are pedantic, stubborn and hypocritical. In any case, no one likes the other, not to mention that the two are followed by large Confucian and Legalist armies, and they all want to win the championship for their own emperor.
Man Lao blew his beard and glared: "This gift should be given to Your Majesty by me."
Ming He smiled brightly: "I never thought so."
"No matter what you think, I have to give this gift to Brother Xiaolin!"
Lin Junhuai jumped down from the carriage, followed by several tall and steady commanders who smiled apologetically at Minghe.
I am just being straightforward, I hope you can forgive me.
Ming He stood like a bamboo, with a clear and sturdy figure, one hand behind his back and looking at him sideways.
Lin Junhuai narrowed his eyes into crescents and grinned. His smile was as bright as the golden sun in August, with the youthful vigor and willfulness: "If you underestimate the Mo family, you will suffer a loss!"
It is not easy to hold such a grand gathering, and the Mohists will not give it up easily, even if it is just for the honor. It is better to say that all the other schools of thought will not give it up.
He looked over with an experienced and sharp gaze.
The boy has not fully grown up yet. Although he has shown his potential now and has unlimited possibilities, he is still immature.
Nothing to be afraid of.
The old man has already made up his mind.
Various schools of thought arrived one after another. Apart from Confucianism, the largest school was Taoism.
Taoist people from the Snowland Sect accounted for a small majority of the group. When the leading old man with silver hair and blue eyes arrived, the crowd began to whisper again.
The old man's name was Xun Xiu, a highly respected figure in Taoism. Xingzhi ran over and whispered a few words in his ear. Xun Xiu laughed and cursed at him, so Xingzhi touched the back of his head and smiled, then quickly left the main force and ran to Lin Junhuai's side.
"Hey, you guys came quite early. Are you all rushing to give gifts to the ancestor?"
Lin Junhuai stopped hanging out with others and jumped eight feet away, saying clearly: "Go away, go away, why are you a Taoist priest trying to get close to me? Don't think I will let you go just because of this!"
Xing Zhilehe: "No way, brother, a rookie like you is qualified to let others go?"
Lin Junhuai cried out "Ouch!", rolled up his sleeves and put his hands on his waist: "Don't cry for mercy later!"
The verbal battle between the two was noisier than a mosquito. Ming He frowned slightly, rubbed his temples, and walked away silently.
Looking at the two unruly little brats, Mr. Man thought they were on the loser team, and returned to the Confucian seat with a tap of his cane.
The venue was in a circular shape, with each school sitting in the outer audience seats in an orderly manner according to their school of thought. The carriages had not stopped yet, and the troops of each school were still arriving one after another.
Farmers, mostly from Ze Province, with bronze skin and tall and sturdy build, also came to attend the conference.
When the farmers arrived, the scene suddenly began to whisper.
Mr. Man sat there with his hands on the top of his crutches, and like Minghe, his face was expressionless.
The declining farmers are not a strong opponent in this conference.
Military strategists, medical experts, miscellaneous scholars, famous writers, and novelists followed closely, but they did not cause much splash.
In the eyes of the three giants of the Hundred Schools of Thought, Confucianism, Taoism, and Mohism, these opponents are far less difficult to deal with than the Legalists, who are politically unrivaled, and the Yin-Yang School, who are mysterious and unpredictable.
Just as I was thinking about it, the people from the Yin Yang family came out. The sun was shining brightly in the sky without a single cloud. The sunny sky was hazy as if a layer of fog had risen. Everyone squinted their eyes and looked towards the direction of the fog with difficulty understanding their thoughts.
The person was wearing an oil-paper umbrella stained with ink by the mist and rain, a red double-breasted cardigan over a slim black robe, and an exquisite hollow carved jade pendant dangling from his waist. He had a tall and slender figure, his black hair was simply half-tied and half-disposed with a red ribbon, his eyes were as deep as the vast night, and as bright as the boundless galaxy, his beauty was almost distorted.
His eyelashes were half covered, he looked cold and distant, and walked out of the mist holding an umbrella.
The breathing rate at the scene suddenly lightened up a little, and the fog disappeared.
The Yin-Yang Sect Master, who is almost as mysterious as the Lord of the Snow Region and rarely appears in public, has also arrived.
It seemed as if he was the only one in this world. He walked slowly to the Yin Yang family's seat and sat down. The Yin Yang family members who came with him sat down behind him in silence and restraint.
It was different from other schools. For example, Xun Xiu from the Taoist school sat in the center of the front row, with Xingzhi and others sitting on his left and right. But only from the Yin-Yang school, Wu Shi sat alone in the first row, and the rest dared only sit behind him, as if they were afraid of something.
Minghe, Xingzhi and others withdrew their gaze without leaving a trace.
This is what fog is.
Wu Shi, who had a relationship with His Majesty in Southern Xinjiang.
"Since the eleven schools of thought, including Confucianism, Taoism, Mohism, Legalism, Yin-Yang School, Military Science, Agriculture, Medicine, Miscellaneous School, Famous Scholars, and Novelists, have all arrived, the conference will officially begin..."
"Wait a minute."
The overly luxurious carriage just arrived, and a pleasant male voice like the sound of jade hitting each other sounded slowly.
How could Minghe and others not recognize this voice?
The dozen or so people had different expressions, some were curious, some were indifferent, some were disdainful, and some were full of interest. Which of the families that had lined up had not arrived yet?
Without a doubt, only the strategist.
Then the person who came would know who it was without having to think.
The new King of Yue had high officials and ministers under his control.
The curtains were lifted, and the hem of the luxurious fabric rippled. The man got out of the car, showing his elegance. His narrow, passionate red eyes were beautiful and alluring. One of his hands was tied with a red string, and the other hand with Buddhist beads lifted the curtain again, saying with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you still in a bad mood? Come down quickly, don't you want to attend the meeting?"
His voice was gentle like the spring breeze blowing through the branches of double-layered cherry blossoms, and the softened facial lines outlined just the right amount of tolerance and indulgence. Before everyone had recovered from the shock of finding out that there were still people in the carriage, they were all frightened by the man's expression.
The fear-inducing officials and ministers are smiling tigers. Who doesn't know that their smile is not reflected in their eyes?
But now, he looked helpless and willing to do it, which really shocked everyone.