The Great Grandson of the Tang Dynasty: The beginning of the slaughter of General Tiance's mans

Chapter 389 A hundred schools of thought contend (Part )

Li Chengdao had previously been indifferent to the chaos caused by Confucianism, Legalism and other schools of thought, because he wanted to make this matter more lively.

In this way, he can attract more opposition talents from various schools of thought, and even talents from all over the Tang Dynasty.

Nowadays, talents from all walks of life come to Chang'an actively or passively with their own ideas, and come to a large vat called "The Urn of Talents".

Li Chengdao's goal was achieved.

As for the next step, it is to control the heat and stew these people into a pot of porridge.

On that day, Li Chengdao issued an edict in Taiji Hall.

“The cultural thoughts of the Hundred Schools of the Tang Dynasty are broad and profound, and I deeply feel their excellence.

However, the key to learning is fineness rather than too much, so I chose twelve schools of academic thought, compiled teaching materials, and enrolled in the Imperial Academy of the Tang Dynasty.

As soon as this order came out, the children of hundreds of families jumped for joy and cheered, as if they had won a battle with them.

Seeing this scene, the servant Jia Xu secretly shook his head.

This group of people were sold by His Majesty without knowing it. They thought that His Majesty was forced to give in due to their entreaties.

But when he thought of himself, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Because a while ago, several Legalist disciples, led by Di Renjie and the Minister of Punishment, visited him and begged him to help the Legalists.

And he readily agreed to the matter at that time, after all, he was also a disciple of Legalism.

Yes, even if he clearly saw behind the whole thing, it was actually the young monarch who was adding fuel to the fire.

Jia Xu took the initiative to climb into the bowl honestly, even happily.

This method made him sigh with emotion.

However, although Li Chengdao's edict stated that twelve schools should be selected from hundreds of scholars.

However, he did not directly specify which schools of thought these twelve places were allocated to.

According to the news released by the Ministry of Rites, they will be selected among the discussions this time.

Which schools of thought are beneficial to making the country strong, we should choose those schools and let the disciples of each school sort out their own ideological outline as soon as possible.

After learning about this, the disciples of each school stopped quarreling and fighting.

One by one, they either shut themselves up or discussed with their colleagues.

They all made up their minds that they needed to get a place, preferably in one of the four major subjects.

Once they win a spot, they are the heroes of their own school!

Maybe future generations will still use the word "zi" to honor them, and they will be famous throughout the ages!

This sincerity is the work of thousands of years and the foundation of eternity!

——Both for the children of these schools and for the Tang Dynasty.

In August and September of the 23rd year of Tang Wude's reign.

Following the order of Emperor Li Chengdao, the Ministry of Rites set out to organize the most grand event in history for hundreds of literary schools - the Hundred Schools of Literature Forum!

Let the leaders of all schools in the world compete for the "four masters and eight assistants" for a total of twelve places!

In view of the fact that Chang'an has been troubled by these literati before.

Therefore, the Ministry of Rites specially moved the assessment venue outside the city.

The Ministry of Rites set aside an open space about fifteen miles southeast of Chang'an City, on the bank of the Wei River, as a venue for hundreds of disciples to debate each other and compete for quotas.

In a few years, this open space will become a holy place for countless students of the next generation to pay homage and worship. But right now, this place is just a desolate open space.

In early September, when the local farmers in Chang'an were preparing for the autumn harvest, hundreds of disciples in the city had already begun to take action.

They each carried straw mats and dry food, walked to this open space, and marked out the sphere of influence of their respective schools like a territory.

Although this open space looks very desolate, it does not affect the fervent hearts of the disciples of the various schools of thought.

He spread out a straw mat and sat on it to discuss academics with his companions, thinking about how to defeat the other opponents and win a spot.

Among these, some are serving officials of the imperial court, while others are white bodies in the opposition.

And some people came from other places and didn't even have any fame.

But the friendship inherited from the same school of thought made them sit next to each other and look very united.

"Hey! Jia Xu, the servant and president of the Arbitration Court!"

"There is also Xuanling, the Minister of Secretariat and the Right Prime Minister!"

"Isn't that Qingtian Di Renjie who prayed for the people?"

Seeing a group of Legalist disciples walking past, someone among the Confucian disciples exclaimed in a low voice.

After hearing this, some Confucian disciples from other remote places asked curiously: "Who is this Jia Xu? Why are you brothers so afraid of him?"

Hearing what this man said, a person next to him looked at him strangely and said, "You don't even know, Shizhong Jia?"

"Uh, brother, please make it clear that we will be doing seven rituals in the next season."

The poor Confucian scholar said awkwardly.

He comes from a small and remote place and doesn't know much about government affairs.

The man looked at Ji Qili for a few times, then nodded and explained in a low voice: "The Arbitration Court is a government office directly controlled by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. It has the power to supervise all officials and kill them first before reporting them.

As for Jia Shizhong, he is the president of the Arbitration Court. Apart from His Majesty, he is the only person who can command the group of shadow guards. He is a highly respected official. "

After hearing this, Ji Qili looked surprised: "A close minister of the emperor is actually a disciple of Legalism? What should I do?"

If the emperor's close ministers were Legalists, wouldn't their Confucianists' hope of winning be slim?

As soon as he finished speaking, a Confucian disciple nearby comforted him and said, "Brother Ji Xian, don't be alarmed. Among my Confucian disciples, there is also Your Majesty."

As he spoke, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he said with a smile: "Here he comes!"

Ji Qili raised his head and looked in the direction the man pointed.

Then he saw an elegant, easy-going, and extraordinary-looking scribe in blue riding a horse, surrounded by five or six Confucian disciples.

After he approached the gathering place of the Confucian disciples, the scribe turned down, smiled slightly at the Confucian disciples who came to greet him, and said, "I'm a little late, sorry."

This scribe is none other than Changsun Wuji!

None of the Confucian disciples dared to sit down, so they immediately bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the First Assistant, has spoken seriously."

The man in front of me is the chief minister of the dynasty and an important minister in the central government!

"Master Chief Assistant, Shizhong Jia has arrived."

A Confucian disciple reminded in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)