General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 192
Strictly speaking, these people are not yet true disciples of the saints.

There are only a few students in this group, and most of the rest are not even students, but have just finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics.

Just when Ning Jue was in a daze.

The scholar picked up the tablet of "Holy Master" that Ning Jue stepped on.

Staring at Ning Jue with wide-eyed anger, he said loudly, "Ning Kezhong! You're insulting a sage!"

"I'm going to go to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites to sue you. I want to see if the members of the Ministry of Rites know who their disciples are!"

As soon as these words came out, a group of scholars rushed away.

Ning Jue froze in place.

"Are they leaving now?!"

Ning Jue looked at Zhu Xizhong blankly.

There was still a watermelon seed hanging from the corner of Zhu Xizhong's mouth, and he slowly extended a thumb.

"Brother, cow!"

Ning Jue understood completely.

Isn't it just burning books and burying scholars?

Burying Confucianism is hard work, but burning books is not!

Ning Jue regained consciousness and rummaged through his luggage.

It's just that after looking around, I only found a few books by Zhan Ruoshui, and the rest of the books were all thrown in the capital.

In such a large government of Chengguo, it is hard to find a book related to the way of Confucius and Mencius.

Instead, I turned out a lot of miscellaneous books without covers.

Flipping through it carefully, Ning Jue discovered the title of the article.

"Exit... the wall record?"

Old Zhu Xizhong blushed, and yelled towards the backyard: "His grandma, let you take care of those kids and let them read these idle books at home every day?!"

"Sooner or later, I will burn all your idle books!"

Before Zhu Xizhong finished speaking, Ning Jue interrupted himself: "Okay, you don't need to trouble, I'll come."

Ning Jue picked up the pen and began to write from the covers of these books.

In just a few strokes, these idle books with blank covers turned into volumes of "The Analects of Confucius" and "Book of Rites".

Before Zhu Xizhong came back to his senses, Ning Jue ran out with the stacks of books in his arms.

"No, it's really hot?!"

"Hey, brother, listen to me!"
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Outside the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

Gu Kexue, who got the news in advance, was blocked by the officials of the Ministry of Rites before he escaped from the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

"Hui Yan! Jiangnan's cultural context is tied to Nandu, where are you going?"

Gu Kexue looked at the servants in front of him with a wry smile and said with embarrassment: "I'll just walk, just walk."

In less than a cup of tea, a group of scholars walked towards the yamen of the Ministry of Rites holding a few wooden boxes with their noses and tears in their hands.

If it wasn't for the lack of coffins, this battle would be even bigger than ordinary people's funerals!
"Brothers! Nan Ning Ke finally, Nan Ning Ke finally stepped on the saint's tablet!"

After that, the group of scholars burst into tears.

"This is where the evidence lies!"

Looking at the "Most Holy Teacher" plaque that has been trampled into pieces.

Many officials in the yamen of the Ministry of Rites knelt down on the ground.

Three generations of Confucian scholars, old, middle-aged and young, hugged their heads and cried with a few pieces of sawdust.

"The first saint! The first saint! It's the disciples who are unworthy!"

"Senior brother, it's not your fault, it's because we are too weak to fight against that evil obstacle, and let the late saint be ashamed!"

It's just that these officials of the Ministry of Rites who have been in the officialdom for a long time are obviously much more blunt than this group of scholars.

Crying and crying, the murderous aura of this group of people gradually became stronger.

"Killing is nothing more than nodding your head! He Ning Kezhong still has my holy religion in his eyes, does he have my disciples?!"

"Brother Huiyan! Do you want to participate in Ning Kezhong?!"

Gu Kexue, who was kneeling beside him, was startled when he heard the words, and then said without thinking: "Participate! You must participate!"

"This old man holds the title of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, so he should take the lead!"

Hearing this, the scholars in the yamen finally found their backbone.

"Also Mr. Gu, don't forget to attach our first and last names to the back of the watch!"

Gu Kexue nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, I'll transcribe your names and surnames, and I'll leave it to you guys."

Gu Kexue picked up a pen proficiently, and said repeatedly: "Ning Kezhong must be punished for his crime of treason! What is he called? This is disrespect!"

"Also please colleagues, re-attend according to the system, and express delivery to Beijing!"

"Here!"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Gu Kexue put a lot of emphasis on the word "depending on the system", which directly biased everyone's thinking.

All the officials in the Ministry of Rites quickly contacted each other, and one of the servants was about to walk towards the book case while muttering.

"The Holy One..."

Before reaching the desk, the servant froze in place.

Then he burst into tears with a loud "ow".

"Everyone! In the ninth year of Jiajing's reign, Father Jun deposed the title of Xiansheng Wang!"

Since the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, Confucius has been titled King Wenxuan.

If Ning Jue trampled on the tablet of King Wenxuan, it would be treasonous, and he committed the crime above.

However, after the ceremony that year, Jiajing, who was out of breath for a while, conveniently issued a stele to abolish the saint Wang Jue, and changed his title to "the most holy teacher".

Although it did not affect the status of the saint in the hearts of scholars all over the world.

But it was really written according to the scriptures, and the Da Ming Law did not say what kind of title the Supreme Master is!

Gu Kexue stopped transcribing the names of the scholars.

He just stood aside and touched his tears.

"Then what should I do?"

The group of scholars holding the plaques were also dumbfounded.

"Gentlemen, this evil obstacle trampled on the ancestors, and I, Da Ming, can't cure him?"

Gu Kexue could only complain from the side: "The national law is like this, we still need to find another law, another..."

Don't wait to learn to finish.

An old figure walked into the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

"The country cannot be ruled by law, and we still have to do justice for the heavens!"

When he saw the appearance of that person clearly, Gu Kexue froze in place.

A scholar didn't know him, so he asked, "Dare to ask the old man?"

"Everyone, go boldly and do justice for the heavens, but if you kill someone, say that I, Yongfeng Nie Shuangjiang, did it! If the court wants to kill the head, then let the court kill the old man's head!"

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at Gu Kexue.

"I haven't seen you for many years. Is Huiyan all right?"

"Shuangjiang is hale and hearty, Gu feels ashamed."

The older you get, the easier it is to feel the vicissitudes of life.

In the past, when Gu Kexue first entered the imperial court, he was born far above Nie Bao. After spending half his life, Gu Kexue became a master of urine practice.

Nie Bao explained to the whole world what it means to have both ways.

In the 12th year of Zhengde, Nie Bao worshiped Yan Song as his teacher. In the 15th year of Zhengde, Nie Bao took in another apprentice named Xu Jie. In the fifth year of Jiajing, he worshiped Wang Shouren as his teacher.

Right now, there are only two court elders in the Ming Dynasty, one is Nie Bao's teacher and the other is Nie Bao's apprentice, and he is the first disciple of the very popular Wang Shengren in Ming Dynasty.

In the original history, the last article written by Nie Bao in this life was called "Preface to the Eightieth Birthday of Master Yan Gong". Zhu Longxi, who was attached to Tao Zhongwen's biography, played "opening the seaside trade ban".

Historical records: Leopards are not suitable.

Hearing the word "Shuangjiang", the eyes of the scholars present and the officials of the Ministry of Rites all brightened.

The burden in their hearts was completely thrown away.

Strict Party + Qingliu What is this called?
This is all the disciples of saints in the world!

Just at this time, a scholar ran into the yamen of the Ministry of Rites out of breath.

"Gentlemen, classmates, the big thing is over! That evil person is going to burn the saint's classics in the street!"

Nie Bao's expression darkened.

"Shuzi, you dare!"

A group of scholars, officials from the Ministry of Rites, and many officials from the Nanjing Guozijian all followed Nie Bao's buttocks and ran in the direction of Duke Cheng's mansion.
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On the street outside Duke Cheng's mansion.

Zhu Xizhong looked at Ning Jue incoherently.

"No, dear brother, this book may not belong to those nephews of my family. His book may also be from my childhood, or Xixiao's childhood..."

Ning Jue stood in the middle of the street, looking at Zhu Xizhong suspiciously.

"What's wrong with this book?"

Many people were attracted by the movement of these two people, and they all looked at them intently.

"This is Ning Qianxian, right? Don't you want to burn books in the street!"

"The one behind is our guard Zhu Gong who just came from Jinling?"

"Ang, I'm afraid that Ning Qianxian moved this book out of Duke Cheng's mansion."

"..."

The eyes of these people seemed to be holding needles, Zhu Xizhong could only forcefully swallow the words on his lips.

"No, it's fine."

More and more people gathered around Ning Jue.

Nie Bao who hurried over took a look from a distance.

He directly saw the word "Analects of Confucius" piled up in front of Ning Jue.

"Boldly stand up! Do you really dare to burn the saint's classics?!"

"In the past, it was the tyrant Yingzheng who dared to do such a perverse move!"

I don't know if the scholar saw the clue.

"Old man, this classic doesn't seem to be the style of this dynasty... Could it be the Song version?!"

Hearing this, Nie Bao's tone became more urgent.

"Ning Kezhong! You are also a scholar, and you know what a Song version of a classic means. After releasing these books, we can talk about the rest!"

Ning Jue looked at Nie Bao, and asked in surprise, "Who is the old man?"

"Old man Yongfeng Niebao."

Ning Jue acted suddenly enlightened upon hearing this.

"It turned out to be Mr. Shuangjiang, I admire, admire."

"I don't know if the old man is under the orders of Xu Ge or Yan Ge today?"

This is Nie Bao's strength, and it is also Nie Bao's taboo.

It can also be Chao Qin Mu Chu.

Nie Bao's old face turned red instantly.

"This old man is ordered by a saint!"

Ning Jue's voice changed, and he glared at Nie Bao and said loudly: "The saint entrusted me with a dream last night and taught me to burn this book so that you will not insult the name of my holy religion!"

"you!"

Nie Bao still wanted to speak.

It's just that Ning Jue is too lazy to talk nonsense with Nie Bao.

He casually threw the fire pocket down.

The stack of books that Ning Jue had already drenched with shochu soon burst into flames.

A puff of black smoke rose from the streets of Jinling.

"Zhuzi! Zhuzi! All students, why are you still standing there in a daze, why haven't you stepped forward to defend the teaching..."

Nie Bao turned his head and glanced, and the scholar behind him had already knelt down on the ground, crying loudly towards the "sacred fire".

But this time it was Zhu Xizhong who took the lead in crying.

Looking at the fire in front of him, Zhu Xizhong couldn't help muttering something.

"Third Sister, Yutangchun, I'm the one who can't help you..."

(End of this chapter)