Chapter 84 Book Burning
Zhou Tieyi did not continue to make sarcastic remarks.

He picked up a copy of "Four Books with Commentaries" and flipped through it, then asked Mei Juncang under the dim light.

"How much do you understand about what happened in the past few days?"

Mei Juncang's thin face showed a smile like a night owl, "Thanks to the teacher's two taps, I already understand 70% to 80% of it."

Zhou Tieyi smiled and said, "That's great. Finally, you are not a fool. I can teach you real things now."

He looked at Mei Juncang seriously and said to himself, Mei Qingchen, this is not my fault.

You let me teach you carefully.

I will teach you everything I know!

What results you get from teaching depends on God’s will!

I, Zhou Tieyi, walk upright and sit straight.

All thoughts and concerns are clear and bright.

Everything we say and do is aboveboard.

"Confucianism does not want to see a cruel official, nor does it want the emperor to cultivate immortality, so they use a saint to kneel before the emperor, hoping to force him to submit. However, this is a dead end. The emperor's determination to cultivate Taoism cannot be changed even if all the water of the Yellow River is poured out. We all know this."

When Mei Juncang heard this, he started coughing violently.

Zhou Tieyi stood by, patting Mei Juncang on the back.

After Mei Juncang finished coughing, there was a little more angrier on his face. At least he wanted to know what the remaining 10% or 20% that he didn't understand was.

"So Mei Qingchen must die. It was the emperor and the Confucians who forced Mei Qingchen to death."

"It's just that the emperor uses the power in his hands, while the Confucians use the morality they preach."

"Does the Grandmaster really not care?"

Mei Juncang thought of the comment that said "If you seek benevolence, you will get benevolence". He had already thought of the result, but still didn't understand the reason.

"If Mei Qingchen dies, the happiest people in the world will not be His Majesty, but Confucianists and historians. They can eat Mei Qingchen's flesh and blood buns!"

Under the dim candlelight, Zhou Tieyi's face became a little distorted. What was even more frightening was that what he said, perhaps due to divine inspiration, made the surrounding light distorted extremely.

"Blood and flesh buns?"

Mei Juncang was a little confused. He knew that the villagers were uneducated and believed that the flesh and blood of heinous criminals could cure diseases. Therefore, they bribed the executioner and ate steamed buns dipped in human blood.

"When Mei Qingchen dies, his body will turn into a beautiful jade, and the Confucian knowledge he learned will become the knowledge of sages. Who in the world will not admire him then?"

Zhou Tieyi said softly, his voice was low and erratic, as if he had traveled through time, seeing this scene from the distant past, and also from the indescribable future. It has never changed in thousands of years.

Mei Juncang was stunned for a moment, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"It's obviously the teachings of a saint, why do you want to take advantage of our family's blood? Even if there is no family, this Confucianism is still of the highest rank!"

"Be the pioneer for the king!"

Zhou Tieyi said this easily, wanting to say what the Palace Master of Daming Dao Palace had told him.

At this moment, the surroundings were cold and gloomy, the lights were dim and there was no light.

Suddenly, the green jade beside Mei Juncang's bed burst into a blazing light, and a righteous energy shot out like a long sword, directly piercing through several peeping ghosts. Several ghosts were annihilated, which also meant that several middle-grade ghosts died silently at home.

Zhou Tieyi was not surprised by this. Instead, he sneered and said, "The sage cultivated by your Confucianism dares to eavesdrop now. Don't you know that your Confucianism has spread his knowledge to half of the world?"

Who can eavesdrop on Mei’s house now?

When I arrived, there was already endless green air hanging down, as vast as a long river. If the Mei family hadn't invited me, I wouldn't even want to enter the door!

Zhou Tieyi continued to talk about the secrets, starting from the advent of the Taoist destiny, until he talked about how his mother was trapped in the Zhou Mansion for twenty years. "Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism have the most destiny in the world."

"It seems that the Taoists have gained the upper hand, but in fact, even the Heavenly Master of Xuandu Mountain can only hope to become a sub-sage."

"So this time when the saint comes to the world, it depends on Confucianism and Buddhism."

"Especially Confucianism. Nowadays, the livelihood of all people in the world depends on the various schools of thought. Confucianism has great authority in the nine ministries of the court. Although they don't have the title of the Son of Heaven, they exercise the power of the Son of Heaven. With such prestige, they are already uncrowned saints."

"This is also the reason why my mother has forced me to study Confucianism for so many years."

"But what if they really want to raise a saint?"

Zhou Tieyi looked at Mei Juncang.

At this time, Mei Juncang's entire face had turned an abnormally red, as if a dead person had been smeared with thick rouge and powder.

In this house of sage morality, in this environment where three generations of gentlemen are blessed with a majestic aura, the contrast becomes even more bizarre and strange.

"Forerunner for the king, forerunner for the king!"

Mei Juncang said this with gritted teeth, his teeth were bleeding.

He finally understood.

Confucianism needs a sage. This sage can suppress the emperor who wants to become a saint, suppress the various schools of thought in the middle, and make the ignorant men and the people praise him!

"This saint is a sacrifice, a sacrifice for the saint to eat!"

Mei Juncang said the most unorthodox words in a gloomy voice.

Zhou Tieyi sighed, "I don't know whether it's true or not, but at least that's what I think."

Suddenly he looked around and saw the walls full of moral articles. He sighed again, "As long as the saints live, the thieves will never stop."

Mei Juncang sat up, and he resolved the last bit of doubt in his heart, just like someone repairing a broken jar. He picked up the quilt, wiped his tears, and said to Zhou Tieyi, "I am weak now, please fetch me a copper basin."

Zhou Tieyi probably guessed what Mei Juncang was going to do. He sighed and went outside the door to get a large copper basin.

Mei Juncang had struggled to get up and piled up all the articles he had written, books by Confucian sages, and manuscripts that he had once treasured.

After Zhou Tieyi brought the copper basin and placed it on the ground, Mei Juncang went to get the candle. The candle wax dripped onto his hand and solidified instantly, without any wax dripping.

Mei Juncang took the candle, immediately lit the article he had written before, and threw it into the copper basin.

Every time he lit a piece, his Confucian practice weakened a bit. After all the articles were lit, Mei Juncang felt it was not enough. He looked calm and picked up the Four Books and Five Classics.

But before throwing it in, he looked at Zhou Tieyi, and suddenly his expression regained some humanity. He smiled and said, "Sir, I thought you would pretend to stop it."

He now truly recognizes Zhou Tieyi as his teacher, the kind he is willing to serve for the rest of his life.

Zhou Tieyi shrugged. "If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. There is so much knowledge in the world, and new knowledge is being introduced every day. Even if you burn these books, there will be others. If you think something is wrong, just burn them. Anyway, you bought these books with your own money, so burn them for good luck... Just don't persuade others to burn them."

Mei Juncang was silent for a while, "Just listen to what you said, sir. I will burn it myself, and I will not persuade others to burn it."

After saying that, he threw the books in, and several large books suddenly caught fire.

Suddenly, a mournful whine sounded around Mei Juncang, touching his heart.

Zhou Tieyi looked up.

I only saw the sage appearance with a Qilin belt on Mei Juncang’s head, but I don’t know when the Qilin’s head disappeared!

The Qilin’s head is cut off!

The great unknown of Confucianism!

(End of this chapter)