Spring and Autumn I Am King

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On that day, the square outside the palace of the State of Lu was crowded with people, including doctors from the imperial court, taxis with a small food field in Waiguo and the surrounding suburbs, Chinese people talking to each other, merchants from all directions, and people running out of the alleys. Excited boy, there is a woman screaming in fear because she saw blood. They all stood outside the two temples to watch this dance of blood and death.

Slaughter, the cruel punishment of slashing with ten thousand blades.

But Confucius did not intend to make Shaozhengmao suffer, and Zilu swung down his sharp sword, heavy and precise, killing him with one blow.

When Shaozhengmao straightened the law with a sword on the quilt road under the Dongguan, everyone except Doctor Shaozheng who screamed abruptly stopped. They looked at Confucius with a little more awe, including San Huan and the doctors were included.

In the past, the amiable Confucius had a strong aura about him. Many years ago, they had seen this kind of aura from Confucius' father, Uncle Liang He.

This made Confucius's power undiminished for a while, and some of his suggestions and decrees were unimpeded, and preparations for the fall to the Four Capitals were proceeding in an orderly manner.

In the days that followed, the sky was grey and cold, and the storm had passed, weakening into a long, persistent autumn rain.

The rain washed away the blood on the ground, but it couldn't wash away the anxiety in Confucius' heart.

It's just that the scenery in front of him can't warm people's hearts at all, it can only make people feel terrifying: Shao Zhengmao's corpse was hanged from the east, and the corpse was violent for three days as an example. The long rope caused the corpse to swing with the wind. Pulled off, the rain dripped down his jet-black face.

The trembling of Confucius' fingers stopped, because the sound of shoes stepping on the rain came from behind. The sound was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing him, but Confucius could also hear that there were many doubts in his footsteps.

"Master..." It was Duanmu, one of Confucius' proud disciples. His salute was a bit reluctant, and he looked up with a puzzled look. Confucius could see the doubt and pain in his big, heroic eyes...

That's the pain of being faced with a choice. Back then, when Confucius was entangled in the true meaning of propriety and Tao, and struggled to find a solution, he also had this look. But when he got into the carriage and headed to Zhou's room, once he met Lao Tzu's deep bright eyes. But it was wiped out a little bit.

"Zhongni, are you still hesitating?" The old man like a dragon had a bright smile. He could read people's hearts, see through everything in heaven, and see through life and death, which Confucius couldn't understand.

"Goodness is like water, why don't you understand? Why do you deliberately play the role of fire? Although it can make outsiders fear, it will also make those who love you fear, and it will make you burn out in an instant. Or it will be like this... "

At that time, Lao Tzu pointed to a moth that threw itself into the candle and turned into a scorched black body.

"You could have learned from me and roamed freely all your life, why put yourself in the temple?"

This is the difference between Confucianism and Taoism, and I can't look back... If I can see Lao Tzu again, Confucius only asks him to understand.

He also hoped that the proud disciple in front of him would understand.

...

Zigong glanced at Shaozhengmao, who was battered with corpses, his eyes trembled, and he asked hesitantly, "This Shaozhengmao is a well-known person in the state of Lu. Now, Master, you are in charge of the government and you kill him first, isn't it a mistake?"

Confucius did not answer, but took Zigong's hand and led him to the eaves of Liangguan. Out of sight of the corpse, reach out and flick the rain off his robe, as he has done countless times over the past few years.

"Ci, sit down, because the teacher will tell you the reason for killing him..."

After the beginning is a long meditation, Confucius is organizing the language. The temple people in the palace respectfully brought the warm wine, and Zigong watched the white gas rise in the wine cup, quietly waiting for the master to tell him the answer.

He really needs this answer.

"Ci, I once told you that there are five kinds of acts of great evil in the world..."

Confucius looked at the drizzle outside. He not only had a son and a daughter, Yan Hui, Zilu, Zigong, Zeng Dian, and Ran Qiu, these disciples were also half sons. They were masters and fathers. Talk to them?

There are still some things that he will keep in his heart, and he will never say it to his heart's content, which will shake him and their determination.

"These five great evils are: one is sensible but sinister; the other is bizarre and stubborn behavior; the third is hypocritical but articulate speech; the fourth is knowing too much about weird things; the fifth is Mistakes in speech have to be embellished. Of these five great evils, as long as a person has one of these evils, he cannot avoid being executed by a righteous gentleman, and the five evil deeds of Shaozhengmao have all of them..."

Zigong raised his head slightly: "Does he have it?"

"Yes!" Confucius insisted, or, in other words, he forced himself to believe first: "As a doctor, he is enough to gather his own forces to form parties for personal gain; Prestige; he imitated me to open a private school, and he has accumulated a lot of power. Now he has tried to rebel against the ritual system and become a heretic. This is the traitor among people! It must be removed as soon as possible."

"To attack a heresy is to harm oneself. Didn't the Master teach me that? Why should it be Shaozhengmao's turn to kill this heresy!" Zi Gong's eyes were red, and Confucius' words were not enough to convince him. convince.

Confucius' fingers began to tremble again. Fortunately, it was under the desk, and Duanmuci, who was on the opposite side, couldn't see it.

He sighed: "In history, Yin Tang killed Yin Xie, King Wen killed Pan Zheng, Zhou Gong killed Guan Shu and Cai Shu, Jiang Tai Gong killed Hua Shi, Guan Zhong killed Fu Yi, and Zi Chan killed Shi He. , These seven people were born in different eras but were killed by sages. The reason is that the seven people have the same evil deeds, so they cannot be let go. Just like the poem says, worry is quiet and sullen to the crowd Small. A single villain is not scary, but if there are a group of villains, it is enough to make a gentleman worry. Shaozhengmao, I must kill, not killing is not enough to teach a lesson, not killing is not enough to deter people!"

The confusion in Zigong's eyes not only did not disappear, but instead became more and more intense: "The way is to govern, and the punishment is to punish the people, and the people are free and shameless... This was originally the Master's objection, but now it has become part of this way? And Intimidating..."

He recited the word twice, each time heavier than the other: "What is the purpose of intimidating people's hearts? It is rumored that someone in the court is going to be detrimental to Zhao Xiaosikou. Are those people including the Master?"

The wind and rain intensified, and there was silence under the eaves of the tower, but the atmosphere seemed to be stagnant. It was obvious that the wine was cold, but the temple people did not dare to come up and change it.

"Of course." After a while, Confucius nodded with difficulty.

"I'm the one who insisted on eradicating the fiefs occupied by Zhao Xiaosi Kou and ruining Yuncheng!"

...

Buzzing, Zigong's mind was confused.

He couldn't find the words for a while, and the thing he had been worried about for a long time finally became a reality: "The reason is... because he is arrogant?"

Confucius nodded: "Of course, Zhao Xiaosikou, as a doctor, led the Lu League, occupied Xuju, expelled the doctor, overstepped the monarch and the ruling party and plundered the people of Qi, deliberately obstructed the Jiagu alliance, and later protected his uncle. Sun's traitor, Hou Cun, even participated in the Song civil war privately. His arrogance is too much, is it tolerable, and what can't be tolerated?"

Zigong was flustered for a while, one or two pieces were nothing, but after all these things added up, they far exceeded Confucius and exceeded the Master's bottom line. Did he unknowingly not notice it? Or is it some kind of psychology that just lets them happen?

Now, he is faced with a choice, and the war between Qufu and Xilu is probably only one step away. Zhao Wuxi's worries are about to become a reality.

"These...I didn't persuade them in time, but there is still room for turning around. I can go back and persuade Xiao Sikou to make concessions, and I hope the Master..." His voice became weaker and quieter until he could no longer speak.

Let him be eloquent and eloquent, but he also knows that his master is a very assertive person. He will never stop because the opposite is Confucius, because of his own persuasion.

As someone who followed Zhao Wuxi out of Jin, Zigong knew that Zhao Xiaosikou's return was so firm that he would crush all obstacles along the way...

Yes, I can't stop, the freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and at this point, everyone can't turn back. Shaozhengmao's corpse drifting in the wind seemed to be telling the fact that he was the first sacrifice in this incident.

On the other hand, Confucius laughed. Beneath his thick tendrils, his smile was as amiable and amiable as ever.

"Ci..." He whispered the name of his beloved disciple, he knew that he was facing a choice and confusion.

Zhao Xiaosikou has many thought-provoking words, such as this sentence "Teachers, so preach, teach, and solve doubts." Confucius knew that he had to answer Duanmu's question, and he had to tell him what to do~www.readwn.com~Remember? You once asked about being a teacher, what is a scholar? "

Zigong lowered his head and replied, "It's shameful to do it, and it's a man of honor to use it in the four directions without humiliating the ruler's order!"

Confucius asked, "What about it again?"

"Words must be believed, actions must be fruitful, and you can also be a scholar."

"Have you achieved these two points? You must have received a mission from Zhao Xiaosikou before you left, and promised to do it, but now you have to break your mission and oath? Haven't you always wanted to be a real person? Sergeant?"

"Don't forget!" Zi Gong's voice became hoarse.

Confucius stroked his beard and said with a smile: "If that's the case, why are you still sitting here? Why are you still talking useless words in front of your teacher?"

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