The indescribable Taoist Lord

A month flew by.

During this month, after morning classes, students in the Low Realm Confucian Society became the most active period.

Today, there are nearly a hundred Confucian scholars in Chang'an School.

Regardless of whether it is cultivation or literature, the problem is most concentrated at this time. However, recently, the pressure on the masters to answer questions in the preaching hall has been greatly reduced, which has made some cold-tempered masters secretly cheer for each other, and most of them have a good impression of the Confucian Society.

Moreover, this format allows students who have doubts but are shy to get answers, which can be described as a benign interaction.

Zhang Qinghe did not often end up in trouble during this process, but after the two major turmoils in Zhenyuan, he had already become the spiritual leader of everyone.

After morning class, Zhang Qinghe walked slowly and stopped again——

He saw Wang Zhixin waiting at the gate of Zhenyuan.

"Brother Wang, what's the matter?"

The students vaguely surrounding them made way for the two of them, with real respect in their eyes.

This is different from the somewhat distant respect in their eyes a month or two ago. Wang Zhixin and Zhang Qinghe can be said to have done something practical now.

Whether they are confused people or those who want to gather connections, they have all become vested interests in the Confucian society.

"Brother Zhang, the academy is getting stronger and stronger. However, it is particularly inappropriate to communicate in the academy and hinder the normal exchanges of students. I am determined to build a house in Chang'an, which can be used as a place for people in the Confucian society to rest and communicate. .”

Zhang Qinghe thought for a moment and felt that it made sense.

Duanmu Ci also smiled and said——

"This is a good thing. I wonder how much it costs?"

"It should be so." Although Yan Ziyuan was born in a poor family, he still did not fall into the trap of Feng Jie.

Zeng Shen was even more excited, as he was going to do something big.

Zhang Qinghe did not want to let Wang Zhixin reveal the source alone. After all, the operation of an organization all relies on resources. Even though the Confucian Society will eventually be entrusted to Wang Zhixin, as the founder and brand, he Nor can we neither work nor exert our strength.

However, it would not be appropriate for just the two of them to come out of this source.

Zhang Qinghe thought of this, so he took a few steps across the world and walked to the top where Wang Zhixin was.

The handsome young man cupped his hand and opened his white teeth——

"Qing He has said since the beginning of this idea that we Confucian scholars do not form factions or seek selfish interests. We only talk about academics and strive for the great road! At the highest level, we study the method of coexisting with heaven and earth, and at the lower end, we inquire about the art of raising children with the common people!

As everyone knows, this society is not a society for a few people, but a society for us all!

Although Brother Wang, Brother Duanmu, Brother Zeng, Brother Yan and I are the initiators of the site selection for the present society, we have the same status as everyone else, and we should listen to everyone's opinions! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qinghe received a round of applause. If there were some purely calculating people among the nearly 100 students before, now, they have a deeper understanding of the so-called academic society.

It turns out that there is no party leader or leader, only relatives, friends and comrades.

I only heard the cheers of a certain student from the crowd, and the student said——

"Brother Zhang is very knowledgeable, so I'm afraid it will take Brother Zhang's trouble to deal with such unimportant matters as site selection.

But since Brother Zhang mentioned that we are also the owners of the academy, then naturally we have to contribute the funds needed for the establishment of the academy! "

"yes!"

"What you said is absolutely true!"

The students of the surrounding Confucian Society naturally applauded. Although they were only known as a loose academic organization to the outside world, having a place to stay in Chang'an City always gave people a sense of belonging.

Zhang Qinghe knew that the purpose of his previous words had been achieved. What could be more involving than his own participation in the establishment of the society?

"Since you are willing to participate, it is naturally a good thing..."

Zhang Qinghe glanced at some of the poor students with bitter expressions on their faces, including Yan Ziyuan who seemed a little embarrassed.

"It's just a place to stay that doesn't cost money. I'm afraid some of the guys who are interested in building a site don't have the opportunity to raise funds, so they can only be arranged to contribute!"

After all, since the Confucian Society has its roots in Chang'an, there will inevitably be people who sit on duty and answer questions for free, which all require manpower! "

Zhang Qinghe looked at the poor disciples and gave them a reassuring look.

Several students, who had frowned deeply just now and looked apprehensive, looked at them with faint gratitude.

"The obsession has already settled in Dongcheng... all it takes is..."

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhixin explained to Zhang Qinghe.

Zhang Qinghe thought for a while and felt that Dongcheng was just a place where powerful people came and went, with few people. However, the influence from top to bottom was far less than from bottom to top.

"No..." Zhang Qinghe raised his hand to stop him.

Wang Zhixin looked at him blankly.

"Our address is in West City."

"Why is this?" Wang Zhixin's eyes became brighter, and he felt that Zhang Qinghe's move had profound meaning.

All the students in Tsing Yi also looked at him with puzzled faces, as if waiting for his answer.

“Our knowledge is the knowledge that comforts the people, it is people-oriented knowledge, and we need to come from the people and go to the people!

Those who live high in temples will hardly know the people's livelihood; those who stick to their noble houses will never die of hunger.

Most of the people in Xicheng are ordinary people, and having more contact with them is good for us to help the world and help the people.

What do you think? "

The students were somewhat moved when they heard this.

Since ancient times, the Immortal Tang monks have been the protectors of the people, and their status is naturally superior. No one has ever mentioned learning from the people.

No matter in the eyes of saints or low-level students, knowledge always goes higher, and it even has to float to the sky.

But Zhang Qinghe broke this iron rule today. He wanted to get down to the dirt and then open up a new path.

Logically speaking, the knowledge in the mud is useless, but...

Is it really impossible to learn anything, or is it completely useless?

Everyone in the Confucian Society didn't know...but they were affected by an inexplicable feeling, as if the handsome young man with red eyebrows in front of them was not expounding some kind of unachievable ambition, but a completely mature and very determined Achievable claims.

"I agree with Brother Zhang!"

Wang Zhixin was the first to agree. Although he did not feel the power of the meaning of the scriptures from Zhang Qinghe's words, he was inspired and guided.

The Tao and principles regarding Dao Tianyin above the Heart Lake have not been directly upgraded and strengthened, but have become more active and harmonious.

"Seconded!"

"I'll wait for the second opinion!"

After a few knowledgeable students expressed their opinions, most people responded.

"Then it's decided. As for other related trivial matters, I have to trouble Brother Duanmu to come up with a charter as soon as possible. Brother Wang is also a master who only cares about the road and cannot be trusted!"

Duanmuci was born into a wealthy family in Chang'an and was considered a powerful person, so he was able to manage the school with ease.

Zhang Qinghe laughed and scolded, and joked a few words about Wang Zhixin. All the students also burst into laughter, feeling that the distance between them and the little saint was getting closer.