Destroy the Qin Temple to uphold righteousness

Keeping the mother's filial piety and studying the scriptures

When you talk about Zhu Xi, I will also talk about this old master. I thought that in dealing with the case of Tang Yanfeng, he was not very wrong, but he just didn't grasp the proportions. The old man has a strong sense of justice and wants to make an example of him. I don't want to, this Yan Rui oil and salt don't enter, and he won't admit it, and it's self-defeating all of a sudden.

Hey, fourth brother, didn't you say that Chen Liang was still instigating?

Chen Liang and Chen Tongfu are the teachers of the younger brothers, I know that he is not that kind of person, they are all false rumors and malicious slander.

When did you learn from Chen Tongfu, and this was yesterday?

It's a long story, and I'll tell you later. Let's talk about Old Master Zhu first.

Speaking of Mr. Han'an, he can also be said to be my teacher, and we all call him Master. His ancestral home was Xiao County, Xuzhou Prefecture, Jiangnan East Road, and later, the family moved south and moved to Chengnan Street, Wuyuan County, Huizhou Prefecture. In the autumn of the fourth year of Jianyan (1130), he was born in the south of Youxi County, Nanjian Prefecture, because there is a river named Shen Xi in the south of the city, and his milk name is called Shen Lang, and there are seven black moles in the corner of his left eye, which are arranged like Beidou, and he is talented and intelligent, and his export is a chapter, and the folk legend is that Wenqu Xing descends to earth.

When he was 14 years old, his father fell ill and died on his way to office. Raised under the care of Mrs. Tai, at the age of eighteen in Jianzhou Zhongju, the second year of the fifth class ninetieth, quasi-edict to the same Jinshi background, the following year, the official department passed the examination, since then embarked on a career. For more than 40 years, the master's career has not been smooth, and he has never held a prominent position, and has always spent his time in office, dismissal, and resignation. Naturally, there is no remarkable achievement.

However, there is one thing that deserves a lot of praise.

What's the matter, the little brother listens to it.

It was also in the spring of the following year that he was promoted in eastern Zhejiang, in Yongkang, Jinhua, Zhu Xi saw that the people of Li were in rags, their faces were vegetables, the rice harvest was almost out of harvest, and many villagers fled the famine because of the lack of food. In this situation, his heart was like a whip, and he had to comfort the villagers with good words.

One day, Zhu Xi led his entourage to inspect the disaster situation in the suburbs of the city, and suddenly, there was a burst of firecrackers not far away, Zhu Xi was quite surprised, and thought: In this year of famine, the people are not happy, and the people are panicking, who still has the heart to organize a festive ceremony?

Xunsheng came to a gorgeous ancestral hall, only to see that on the gate of the high eaves and red tiles, there were six big characters in the book: "Qin Gongzhong's Ancestral Hall".

Only then did Zhu Xi understand that this was the ancestral hall of the traitor Qin Hui, so he led everyone to stride into the gate of the ancestral hall.

The sacrificial ceremony in the ancestral hall has ended, and all the squires are sitting around the table, waiting for the feast to begin. The patriarch at the head saw that everyone was gathering around an official, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet and give up his seat.

After Zhu Xi sat down, he asked angrily: "This official has come to ask the patriarch, what is the grand ceremony today?" ”

The patriarch said with a smile on his face: "Today is the birthday of the ancestors, and the villain is entrusted by the clansmen ......"

Zhu Xi interrupted the patriarch's words and asked sharply: "Please tell Ling Zu what merits he has to be enshrined here!" ”

The patriarch said loudly: "The ancestor Qin Hui, who has been in the Zaifu for 19 years, has been in the community, and has given the title of King Shen, and has been loyal to him. ”

Zhu Xi took the case and asked in a loud voice: "May I ask who was the first to advocate peace and mislead the country at the beginning of Shaoxing in this dynasty?" In the eleventh year of Shaoxing, Yue Wumu died tragically in Fengbo Pavilion, who framed him? ”

The patriarch and the squires who went to the banquet looked at each other and did not dare to say anything. Zhu Xi was angry, and he was stern: "Ling Zu deceived the king and misled the country, feared gold like a tiger, framed Zhongliang, excluded dissent, and even claimed to be loyal, so, this official asks, where is his Qin old thief loyalty?" What is offered? ”

Only then did the patriarch sincerely reply: "My lord is angry, this clan is a distant branch of the juniper, and the juniper is the doing, and the younger villains don't know much, let alone have anything to do with it. ”

Zhu Xi glanced at him with disdain, "Old thief Qin lived in the phase before his death, and he deserves to enjoy the temple after his death, black and white are reversed, and heaven is intolerable!" This official will play the emperor, take away his title and title, and return General Yue to justice. Today, when you are apologizing for many years, not only have you not released grain for disaster relief, but you are still enjoying yourself here, spending all day and wine, which is really illegal, do you know the crime? ”

The patriarch and the squires hurriedly pleaded guilty, ordered the banquet offerings to be removed, and removed Qin Hui's portrait and incense burner.

Zhu Xi walked out of the ancestral hall angrily, suddenly turned around and glared at the Qin Hui Ancestral Hall, and said indignantly: "Yongjia is a place of etiquette and righteousness, if the head of the Qin Hui Ancestral Hall is still allowed to stay here, how can it be a training?" If it is not destroyed as soon as possible, how can the anger of the people in the world be calmed! ”

That night, Zhu Xi wrote a letter to Yongjia County to order that the Qin Hui Temple would be razed to the ground tomorrow.

Yongjiazhi County has long cherished the heart of demolishing the Qin Hui Temple, but it is afraid that the Qin Hui family here is very large, and has not dared to do it. At dawn the next day, he took all the officials to set fire to Qin Hui's portrait and tablet, and knocked down the ancestral hall. In an instant, the once-prominent Qin Hui Temple became a rubble ruin.

After the relief grain arrived at the relief fields in Yongjia County, the villagers no longer went out to flee the famine, and Zhu Xi left Yongjia County with confidence.

After hearing this, Fan Zuliang stretched out his thumb and said: "Old Master Zhu has done a good job in this matter, and he is very happy, and he should be praised."

Fan Zuliang asked again: Third brother, there are a lot of folk rumors about the master. Have you heard the story of Zhu Xi and Hu Liniang?

Know something, what you've heard, and listen to it.

Zhu Xi is filial piety for his mother in Jianyang, and lives in the Hanquan Jingshe, where the strange peaks and beautiful waters, the Danyan green wall, and the waterfalls flow down from the Tianyou Peak, like a piece of snowflakes falling in the spring water. The hillside is covered with green rock tea, and the mountain breeze blows, and the fragrance is fragrant. There is a small stone cave under the Qingyin Rock, which is very hot in the middle of summer, and it is very pleasant to enjoy the cool here. Zhu Xi concentrated on his studies in the Cold Spring Retreat, and ate a piece of cold sweet potato when he was hungry; Drink a cup of strong tea when you are thirsty; Stomp your feet to keep warm when it's cold; When I was sleepy, I scooped a scoop of spring water to wash my face and refresh myself, and often stayed up late at night.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the flowers bloom. Zhu Xi lives alone in the mountains, winter has gone, spring has come again, the moon is missing, and the fifteenth is round again. When he was lonely, he missed his wife who died early, put the lamp to the bright moon, and borrowed wine to drown his sorrows.

One evening, the sun had just set, Zhu Xi was chanting poems in front of the sunset in the sky, and suddenly heard the call of "sir, sir" from outside the door, and hurriedly went out to take a look, but saw a beautiful woman standing on the single-plank bridge outside the cave, who was walking towards this side with a smile, and the woman trembled step by step, shaking the single-plank bridge squeaked; Suddenly, Zhu Xi saw that the woman's feet slipped and she almost tripped over, so he hurriedly stepped forward and helped her walk down the bridge.

"Who are you, where do you live, and why are you here?"

"My surname is Hu, my name is Li Niang, and my family lives across the Wuqu River. Because of his admiration for Mr. 's talents, he came to worship the master as a teacher and invited the students to worship him. Li Niang looked at Zhu Xi and said as she saluted him.

Stop, stop, don't talk about it anymore, it's pretty much the same as I've heard. It is pure nonsense, which was deliberately fabricated by some people to belittle the Master. Everyone knows that during the mourning period, there are many taboos, such as not visiting relatives and friends, not gathering, not wearing heavy makeup, not drinking and having fun, the master is a moral family, how can he be in the same room with other young women, not to mention, he also has disciples like Cai Ji by his side.

It doesn't have to be that someone wants to destroy the Master, it may be a kind of understanding of the people that the Master is obsessed with learning.

What do you mean by that?

You think, the life of ordinary people is nothing more than to be well fed and warmly clothed, and after that, it is to have fun and enjoy. They couldn't understand the master at all when they were far away from the crowd, holding the pile of old papers in the barren mountains and mountains, burning the sundial, and burying their heads in hard reading, they must have thought that there was something that attracted him to do this, for a lonely middle-aged man, the most attractive thing was a beautiful woman, and the one who could accompany him in a desolate place must not be a mortal, so they pretended to be a legend to add fragrance to the master's red sleeves.

In this way, there is some truth.