Chapter 41: If a man has no faith, he cannot stand!
Xianyang City, a mansion covering a vast area without any plaques hanging on it.
The owner of the mansion was Chunyu Yue. Most of the Confucian scholars in Xianyang gathered here, and it was secretly called the Confucian Mansion by the Confucian scholars.
Night is approaching and Xianyang City will soon be under curfew.
Fu Sheng, whose blood was rushing to his heart, fainted in the court. He knocked on the door of the Confucian Academy angrily.
"Chun Yuyue! Come out!"
Calling people by their names directly among peers is extremely unfriendly and impolite.
As a person with the highest attainments in Confucianism, Fusheng naturally understood this truth.
But he still chose to call Chunyu Yue by his name, which showed that he was very angry.
He held a thick roll of bamboo slips in his arms, and everyone could see the anger on his face.
"Brother, why is this happening?"
"Calm down! Calm down!"
"Confucius said: 'Lack of patience in small matters will ruin great plans'. Master taught us to stay calm no matter what happens. How come you have become like this?"
One by one, the Confucian disciples, young and old, tall and short, spontaneously stopped in front of Fusheng and persuaded him to calm down.
"You guys don't know what's going on! Get out of the way! Chun Yu Yue! I will never let you go!"
Fu Sheng shouted, his emotions became more agitated, and he rushed towards the Confucian scholars with red eyes: "Anyone who stops me is a sinner of Confucianism!"
Fu Sheng had always had a high prestige in Confucianism, and his words were, in most cases, the truth for Confucianism.
He said that anyone who stopped him was a sinner of Confucianism, and if that happened, then perhaps anyone who stopped him would really be a sinner of Confucianism, so these Confucian disciples were somewhat hesitant to stop him.
The four words "Confucian sinner" are too big a word for Confucian disciples.
They tacitly let Fusheng go, and then swarmed behind Fusheng.
"Chun Yu Yue! I knew you were hiding here!" Fu Sheng quickly found Chun Yu Yue in a room.
He had been to the Confucian Academy countless times and was very familiar with the place.
Chunyu Yue looked at Fusheng, who broke into the room, holding a large roll of bamboo slips in both hands, shouting with his clothes in disarray, and had a helpless look on his face.
"Yue has no intention of dodging, so I will go to the courtyard to welcome Brother Fu."
Fu Sheng saw that Chunyu Yue was about to go out, and sneered, "Are you going out to meet me, or are you going out to hide from me? Only you know!"
Fu Sheng strode into the house, and when he passed by Chunyu Yue, he pushed Chunyu Yue's chest with his shoulder.
Chunyu Yue rubbed his chest, smiled bitterly, and shook his head at the two disciples who had angry faces.
"No problem, you two go out first."
“No need!”
Fu Sheng refused.
"Today, the more Confucian disciples I have, the better!"
A large group of Confucian scholars who followed Fu Sheng here rushed into the house.
Those who did not rush in blocked the door from outside, so tightly that not even a ray of light could get in.
Whether the Confucian scholars were inside or outside the house, their eyes were constantly on Fusheng and Chunyu Yue.
In the past, Chunyu Yue and Fusheng had a very good relationship.
It was with the support of Fusheng that Chunyu Yue became the invisible leader of Confucianism.
All the Confucian scholars wanted to know what had happened to cause these two best friends to come into conflict.
Seeing that most people had arrived, Fusheng spread a thick roll of bamboo slips on Chunyu Yue's desk and carefully unfolded it bit by bit. Every bamboo slip was engraved with words.
Carved?
Everyone's eyes lit up.
During the Warring States Period, writing tools had gradually evolved from knives to brushes.
The brushes of that period had the bristles evenly wrapped around one section of the pen shaft, tied with thread, and the tip of the brush was relatively long.
Although the center of this type of pen tip is hollow, which means that only a small part of the pen tip can be used when writing, it is still better than carving with a knife.
Therefore, whenever a bamboo slip is found with words carved with a knife, it can be basically confirmed to be an ancient book.
Confucianism reveres antiquity, and thus ancient books also have the word "ancient" in their title.
They all leaned forward and came to the bamboo slips to carefully decipher the words on them.
"The Analects?" Someone looked at the two columns of words and said disappointedly - he thought it was an ancient book he had never read.
"Is it really The Analects?"
“It is indeed The Analects!”
“What are you doing with a copy of the Analects?”
Everyone was very confused.
Not everyone knows what happened in the court during broad daylight.
Fu Sheng sneered and told everyone in detail what happened in the court before he fell unconscious.
As soon as Chun Yu Yue stood up to stand up to Ying Chengjiao, everyone looked at Chun Yu Yue with something strange in their eyes.
Confucius said: "Wealth and honor gained through unrighteousness are like floating clouds to me."
What this means is that wealth and status without morality are like floating clouds in the sky to him.
In the eyes of most people, Ying Chengjiao's salary and title are immoral.
"This bastard insulted the reputation , and the fine of one year's salary is not too light, isn't it? Why are you speaking up for that bastard?" Fusheng asked Chunyu Yue loudly.
Without waiting for Chunyu Yue to answer, Fu Sheng continued to talk. Soon he talked about Ying Chengjiao's commentary on the Analects, which made everyone feel so angry that their teeth itched.
Did I, a Confucian, ask you to tolerate it? Why do you have to slander me like this?
When they heard that the First Emperor approved and Chunyu Yue accepted the order, all the Confucian scholars were furious and looked at Chunyu Yue with hatred.
They finally understood why Fu Sheng, who had always supported Chunyu Yue, turned against Chunyu Yue.
But they couldn't understand why Chunyu Yue agreed to the First Emperor to seek advice from the humiliating Qin State that had tampered with the true meaning of "The Analects"!
What I want to learn is the twisted ideas made up by that guy!
"This is a disaster for Confucianism. Why did ?" Fusheng also said to Chunyu Yue with hatred.
"Brother Chunyu, you owe us an explanation." A Confucian scholar supported Fusheng.
"Is there any misunderstanding here?" Some Confucian scholars did not believe Chunyu Yue was as Fu Sheng said.
The scene suddenly became noisy.
"Everyone, be quiet!" Chun Yu Yue shouted calmly while stretching out his hands as if pressing down.
The pressure accumulated over the years took effect and everyone quieted down.
Only Fu Sheng said with an angry face: "What else do you have to say!"
Chunyu Yue pulled out the four Confucian scholars who were going to visit the tower today.
First, the four Confucian scholars were asked to describe what they had done on the tower.
After hearing what the four scholars said, everyone's faces lightened up a little - well done! How could we let that idiot's joke spread?
"We are all following the orders of Brother Chunyu." The oldest Confucian scholar among the four spoke.
With just one sentence, the situation was reversed, causing Fu Sheng, who was finding it increasingly difficult to deal with Chunyu, to open his eyes wide.
"Are you really under the orders of Chunyu Yue? You four should know: if a man is not trustworthy, he cannot stand!"
