If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 55: The Great Shelter All the People in the World Are Happy!
Lin Ke only felt very disappointed with these people!
Confucianism was like this in the previous life, but this world is still like this!

Confucianism has always had a mixed reputation.

Some people are concerned about the country and the people and devote themselves to it.

Some people care about those who also, selfish.

Some people spend all their wealth and painstaking efforts, just for the common people to live a good life and live a good life.

Some people are crazily grabbing profits, lying on the people to suck blood and eat meat.

Where is the difference between the two worlds?

The only difference is that the Confucianism of the previous life, at least superficially, everyone still has to do.

What about this life?

Confucianism in this life has the most powerful fist!
As a result, their respective concepts, concepts, holy ways, etc., are all unscrupulous because of the support of their fists.

You must know that the world's recognition of "Tao" does not depend on whether you are good to the people and the common people.

Your way is to kill all beings, I agree!

Your way, is nothing to pull out, I agree!

Your way is survival of the fittest, I agree!

Your way is three, six, nine, I agree!

Your way is to save all living beings, and I still agree with it!

As long as your understanding and elaboration of Tao are deep enough and logical enough, you will recognize your Tao that day.

Just like in human eyes, some cruel things are just the survival of the fittest in nature.

The same is true of Heaven's recognition of Tao.

Of course, so far there are only three holy ways, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, which lead directly to the highest level.

However, in Confucianism and Taoism, because of the "eclecticism" of Confucian sages, there are Confucian scholars with all kinds of ideas.

Some people think that "plucking a hair will benefit the world, and I don't do it", and become extreme egoists.

Some people think that "a long and lowly nationality is dispensable", and they have become class-hardened conservatives.

And now it seems that Lin Ke's "father" is the holder of this distorted class-solidified concept.

Class solidification is not absent in previous lives.

For example, Ah San's caste system is very similar to the current caste system.

Another example is the Roman Empire in history, which was also one of the empires that solidified class into policy.

Of course, they're all just alike.

But the mere similarity is enough to make Lin Ke feel sick.

Anyone who is used to flying high will hate being unable to move an inch in the mud!

Countless people criticized the college entrance examination in previous lives, but the college entrance examination is a straight road to heaven.

He was just an ordinary university in his previous life, but many of his high school classmates came from rural families.

They broke through the shackles of class with hard work. Some of them were admitted to the Qingbei Jiaotong University, and their annual salary was 50 million.

Some were admitted to first-class colleges and universities, and after they came out, they were admitted to civil servants and public institutions, and they became members of the system from ordinary people.

There are also people who are rich, and the whole village benefits.

In short, it was the most beautiful era.

Everyone can achieve improvement by reading and learning.

It doesn't matter which section chief you are the son of. I am a graduate student of Tsinghua University.

It doesn't matter which boss's son you are, I have a master's degree in a certain discipline, and I can live a rich life no matter whether I go to a large company or start my own business.

Those were the best times!

Put it now?

Some cheap people still want to be officials?
Think beautiful!
Ugh……

Lin Ke looked at the unknown middle-aged strong man in front of him: "You... really want to do this?"

The voice was not loud, but it was full of strong disappointment.

Li Chungang, who was confronting the strong man and Jing Zhaoyin Zuosi, was startled, and there was a slight change in the way he looked at Lin Ke.

He naturally knew some of the opinions revealed by his apprentices when they studied history books on weekdays.

In the audience, whether it was Butcher Zhang who had awakened, or Wang Lin, shopkeeper Tong and others, their expressions changed slightly.

These people have always known that Lin Ke has big revenge in his chest.

It's just that at this time Lin Ke actually showed such a disappointed expression directly to a strong man from the Ministry of Punishment, which shows how disappointed he is.

"That's how we are?" The strong man looked at Lin Ke casually and didn't care: "How are you doing?"

After the strong man finished speaking, he looked at Li Chungang and Jing Zhaoyin Zuosi.

In his eyes, these two talents are troublesome.

"Li Daru, Qiu Daru, you two must go outside the city to fight each other, or stop, otherwise, both the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Punishment will question you both."

After the unknown strong man finished speaking, he said to Li Chungang:

"Li Chungang, Mr. Shangshu thinks that it is not easy for you to become a great Confucianist, but he doesn't want you to still be obsessed and confront Mr. Qiu because of some untouchables. Have you thought about what to say to Mr. Shangshu?"

"It's not me who is obsessed with obsession." Li Chungang's expression was cold and hard: "The way of Confucius is by no means a class, but a teaching without discrimination."

"That's the way of Confucius in your eyes." The unknown strong man shook his head: "Confucius deeply hated the arrogance of the ritual system of the scholar-bureaucrats and the princes, which shows his definition of the collapse of ritual and music... Forget it, I'm not with you Say this."

"So, in your eyes, the fate of Chen Pingping and Chen An is still not worth the son of Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si?" But at this time, Lin Ke spoke out again.

"Presumptuous!" The unknown strong man frowned, turned around, and a strong aura erupted from his body.

Li Chungang's body instantly came to Lin Ke to block that momentum, and said to Lin Ke in a deep voice: "The teacher was known as the blood-handed massacre back then, and the number of corrupt officials he killed is very respectable... The teacher stands on your side side!"

Lin Ke nodded slowly when he heard the words, and after thinking about it, he spoke again: "August Qiu Gaofeng howls..."

Recite poetry!

There are only two powers that Lin Ke can use now!
One is chopping firewood, but it is not enough to look at in front of that strong man!
What about the other one?

The power from the sages of the previous life!
"Recite poems?"

Everyone on the field was stunned for a moment.

What is the use of reciting poems at this juncture?

Unless it can reach the level of ghosts and gods weeping in the previous song, it is basically useless!
But how could ghosts and gods cry so easy?
However, at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and the wind began to howl.

Just like the lines in Lin Ke's mouth.

In August, the autumn wind is howling!

"...Roll my house with triple thatch." Lin Ke's voice was firm, and an aura naturally appeared around his body.

He paced forward slowly, the strong man was gone from his eyes.

But such an imposing manner made the strong man speechless.

Both the unknown strong man and Li Chungang stopped.

Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si and his son next to him looked at Lin Ke in surprise.

Because what Lin Ke said in his poem is "the howling of the high autumn wind"!
Their surname happened to be Qiu!

As long as Lin Ke's poems are so resounding, they will be notorious for thousands of years!
And looking at the reaction shown in Lin Ke's poems now, this kind of vision is definitely more than a thousand miles!

"...Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the tall one hangs on the top of the long forest, and the one below floats to Shentangao.

The Nancun group of children bullied me to be old and weak, and I could bear to be a thief.

I openly hold thatch into the bamboo, my lips are scorched and my mouth is dry, I can't breathe, and I sigh when I return, leaning on my staff.

The wind is dark and the clouds are dark, and the autumn is indifferent to dark.

The cloth quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and Jiao Er is crouching and cracking.

There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rainy feet are like numb.

After being devastated and having little sleep, why do you get wet in the long night!
There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, where all the people in the world are happy, and they are as safe as a mountain without being affected by wind and rain.Alas!When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my house to be broken and frozen to death! "

Poetry!

(End of this chapter)