A tall figure in a Confucian robe appeared in the hall.
This person's robe was fluttering, and he looked like jade. Although he wasn't handsome, his face had an upright temperament. His eyes were like the stars, and his righteousness was unforgettable!
All the officials looked at him curiously.
Who was this person? Why had he never seen her before?
This was not a city, but Great Qin's Imperial Court. How could a stranger appear in the Imperial Court?
It was really strange.
Moreover, this person had an otherworldly aura and was filled with a noble aura. Whether it was his attire or his mental state, it was obvious at a glance that he was a member of the scholarly faction.
Moreover, he was not an ordinary Confucian scholar. He had the demeanor of a great Confucian scholar!
This temperament was not something that could be imitated by anyone wearing a Confucian robe. Without the experience of being well-educated and the influence of the Four Books and Five Classics, it was impossible to possess.
This person was sent by His Highness Ying Mo, and His Highness actually asked this unknown stranger to pray for rain?
When Zhang Cang saw Dong Zhongshu, he said angrily,"
"How dare you! How could a commoner casually barge into an important place like the Imperial Court? How dare he impersonate a scholarly disciple!？”
Of course Zhang Cang was angry.
He was the disciple of Xun Zi, the great scholar of the dynasty! He held an important position in the scholarly faction, but he had never seen such a member.
However, this person's temperament was not fake. He was definitely someone who had been deeply influenced by the scholarly faction.
Could it be that Ying Mo had secretly bribed some hermit scholar? Or perhaps, this person had taken the initiative to join Ying Mo and betray the scholarly faction, wanting to take the opportunity to rise to power?
No matter what, Zhang Cang could not accept it!
They had specially prepared this difficult question for him today. Originally, Ying Mo would have been forced to ask for rain.
If Zhang Cang went to pray for rain, it would mean that he had received Ying Mo's order to bow to the Heavenly Court. This would make Great Qin unhappy with Ying Mo and make them think that Ying Mo was afraid of the Heavenly Court.
This time, Ying Mo's reputation had been greatly damaged when he had just taken over the power. This position would not last long. In the future, Young Master Fusu would ascend the throne sooner or later.
Furthermore, Zhang Cang had his own selfish motives.
He could make use of the matter of praying for rain to curry favor with the immortals and gods of the celestial heavens!
That's right, Zhang Cang did not advocate going against Heavenly Court!
Among the Confucians, he belonged to the more traditional faction, which emphasized the importance of heaven, earth, monarch, parents, and teachers. Heaven and earth had to be ranked before the monarch.
Therefore, it was reasonable for humans to fear heaven and earth and respect the celestial heavens.
Zhang Cang was a coward. He believed that Shi Huang would not have a good ending if he offended the Celestial Thearch. The Celestial Thearch would settle the score sooner or later.
As such, it was better for him to find a way out and contact the Heavenly Court in advance. If the Heavenly Court were to settle accounts in the future and Great Qin was in trouble, Zhang Cang would be able to advance or retreat.
After all, not everyone had a backbone!
Even the Confucians who claimed to read the books of sages and cultivate righteousness were few and far between.
As for Zhang Cang's words, it was somewhat interesting when they fell into the ears of the other factions.
Sure enough, the excitement had come!
None of them were stupid. They could tell at a glance that Dong Zhongshu had the demeanor of a great scholar. This kind of temperament could not be faked. Even among the many Confucian officials in the current dynasty, not many had such a spiritual temperament.
He, Zhang Cang, had claimed that Dong Zhongshu was an imposter, but what evidence did he have?
Was it because he had never heard of or seen the other party?
This was a little far-fetched.
The world was vast, and Great Qin was only a part of it. Even this part had not been personally measured by anyone.
Confucian scholars were spread all over the world, and there were many who lived in seclusion.
Aren't you a Confucian scholar if you haven't seen him before?
Even your teacher Xun Zi wouldn't dare to say that, right?
Besides, the ancients once said: good at fighting people do not have illustrious achievements, good at healing people do not have a reputation!
Not all experts like to be famous in the world. You, Zhang Cang, have never heard of them before, and you're saying that they're pretending?
Clearly, everyone could tell that Zhang Cang's loss of composure was probably because his benefits had been snatched away.
It seemed that Zhang Cang had many schemes in his mind.
At this moment, Dong Zhongshu snorted coldly in the face of Zhang Cang's accusation. He raised his head and looked straight at Zhang Cang.
"Zhang Cang! You claim to be the disciple of a sage, but do you still have loyalty, filial piety, propriety, and faith in your heart?”
"Our country is in trouble. As a subject, you don't share the country's worries and instead make things difficult for His Highness. As a human, he was born to his parents, but he bowed to the celestial heavens, that was unfilial! As a minister, it was rude to question His Highness in the hall without distinguishing right from wrong! As a great scholar, he actually slandered other scholars for his own selfish desires. This was unjust! You claimed to pray for rain for the people, but in fact, you went for your own benefit. This is disbelief!”
"You disloyal, unfilial, impolite, righteous, and untrustworthy person! And you dare to say that I'm impersonating the scholarly faction?"
"The Confucian Saint once said that the wise ones are in power, and the capable are in power! His Highness misses the country and is a sage. As a subject, you don't help His Highness solve his worries but deliberately make things difficult for him. You have no virtue!”
"A person like you is simply unworthy of your position and position! If the Confucian scholars in the world knew, they would be ashamed to associate with you!”
Instantly, the entire hall fell silent.
Even the soldiers guarding the palace gate widened their eyes and looked over.
All the officials looked at Dong Zhongshu in shock.
Who was this person?
His words were like raging flames and lightning, leaving the great scholar Zhang Cang speechless and sweating profusely!
Who said words couldn't kill?
Dong Zhongshu's words were like a storm, comparable to a supreme divine power. Moreover, every word was full of pearls. Even Zhang Cang, who was usually eloquent, could not refute him.
Everyone thought that if Dong Zhongshu became an official in the future, it would be better not to quarrel with him.
Even the Grand Scholar Chunyu Yue couldn't help but think highly of Dong Zhongshu.
The most awkward person was naturally Zhang Cang.
His face was red. He was powerless to refute the other party's words, but he was unwilling to admit defeat.
"You, you!"
He hesitated for a long time before finally catching his breath. He said angrily,
"I won't argue with you! So what if you have a glib tongue! How could he ask the Dragon King for rain with just a voice?”
After Zhang Cang finished speaking, all the ministers finally reacted.
Yes, no matter what Dong Zhongshu said, this matter ultimately depended on who could pray for rain. This was the fundamental problem.
If he couldn't solve the drought in the West Region, no matter how much he said, it would be empty talk and he wouldn't be able to fulfill it.
It seemed that Ying Mo would only be able to regain his composure, but he would still lose in the end.
After Zhang Cang finished speaking, he felt smug in his heart!
Although he didn't know where Ying Mo had found Dong Zhongshu, so what if he could say something? Could he pray for rain? Would the immortals and gods of the celestial heavens be able to meet him?
Even if he was a reclusive great scholar, it was useless without any background or connections.
As for his teacher, Xun Zi, he was related to some of the orthodox gods of the celestial heavens. Other than him, no one else could easily resolve this rain prayer!
Ying Mo had found this person to save some face at most. In the future, when Young Master Fusu inherited the throne, he would be able to get back all these things!
Zhang Cang sneered,
"You're just a mortal. How can you invite an immortal?”
The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then they realized that Dong Zhongshu didn't have the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Qi, which meant that he wasn't a cultivator!
It was true that the reclusive Confucians did not have the opportunity to come into contact with the path of immortal cultivation, nor did they have so many cultivation resources. Everyone could understand this.
However, without cultivation, it was naturally impossible to pray for rain. The immortals and gods of the Heavenly Court would not pay attention to you at all!
In front of immortals and gods, mortals without cultivation were ants!
Just now, everyone had been wondering where Prince Ying Mo had found such a capable scholar, but it turned out that he was just an ordinary person with no cultivation base at all.
It seemed that Ying Mo was really going to fall. If Dong Zhongshu, a mortal, was really asked to pray for rain, he would definitely end up in a very bad situation.
However, just as everyone in the imperial court was not optimistic.
Dong Zhongshu said bluntly,
"A three-foot-long body can also drive a spirit!"
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