"Why don't you leave?"
In the funeral procession, all the scholars were puzzled.
Zheng Zhiqiu was confused.
He looked back at the twenty-three academic memorial tablets, feeling extremely ashamed, and said in his heart: "Good guys... don't blame the dean!"
"Walk!"
Zheng Zhiqiu gritted his teeth and set out again.
The team behind them followed up again.
He Weijun glanced at the back of the team, seemingly looking for someone.
When he saw Zhong Zizheng, his body trembled.
Sensing the other person's gaze, he quickly greeted him with his eyes and bowed slightly...
"Have a good journey, good sons of the Holy Court!"
Zhong Zi was following the team at the back, and his mood was inevitably affected, the more he got involved in this kind of thing.
The more he desires the foundation of the Holy Court, the deeper it can be.
Completely cut off the soil for the survival of Taoism.
No scholar will ever die because of Taoism.
"Fortunately, I caught up!"
At this moment, Lin Yi finally caught up and stood right next to Zhong Zizheng.
I felt relieved.
"Is it your boy?"
Zhong Zizheng, who was on the side, recognized Lin Yi and frowned: "As a scholar, you don't understand this etiquette and rules? What did you do last night?"
As a third-grade scholar, he has the right to scold all the scholars of Dayan Academy.
"???"
Lin Yi glanced at Zhong Zizheng, thinking that he was closing the door too tightly, and said calmly: "Read!"
"read……"
Zhong Zizheng was speechless, which was understandable since he was studying.
"Fortunately, I caught up!"
Li Wenbo also caught up at this time, panting.
In my heart, I was particularly surprised by Lin Yi's physical fitness.
The body of someone who is only in the Ninth-level Awakening realm seems to be better than his body who is in the Seventh-level benevolent realm.
"It's you!"
Zhong Zizheng saw Li Wenbo and originally wanted to scold him, but thinking that this was Master Lin's book boy, he said, "Young man, you forgot the time when you were studying last night!"
"Uncle, why are you standing behind here? Why don't you wear hemp and mourning? Scholars don't understand this etiquette?"
Li Wenbo frowned.
"..."
Zhong Zizheng was choked by Li Wenbo's words.
He is the fifth holy son of the Holy Academy and a third-grade scholar. It is already a great honor for them to be able to come and see these bachelors off.
Wearing linen and wearing filial piety?
This is against etiquette!
It's like, if you ask the emperor to wear sackcloth and show mourning for the common people, I'm afraid those ministers will scold the emperor to death.
"Actually, uncle is a friend of Dean He and Dean He, not their relative..."
Zhong Zizheng could only explain it this way.
He thought to himself, if He Weijun and He Wancheng knew that he said they were friends, they would be so excited that they would burn incense!
"That's it!"
Li Wenbo's expression softened a lot. He was a friend of the two deans, which was definitely not simple.
He cupped his fists and saluted.
"You don't have to be so polite. When Master Lin recovers, just ask uncle to meet him!"
Zhong Zi was looking at Li Wenbo with a smile.
"see me?"
Lin Yi was surprised. He looked Zhong Zizheng up and down and determined that he did not recognize this person at all.
"Ahem!"
Lin Yi coughed twice.
Before you know what Zhong Zizheng's purpose is in meeting him, it's best not to meet him.
Li Wenbo understood instantly, nodded and said: "Okay, don't worry!"
"Eh!"
Zhong Zizheng was now satisfied, and he couldn't help but feel a little expectant in his heart.
He couldn't help but think.
This Master Lin should be about forty or fifty years old, very knowledgeable and of outstanding temperament.
At the same time, it has an edge.
Just like the poem he wrote, it takes ten years to sharpen a sword.
"Master Lin, if he were younger, he would be the Holy Son of the Holy Court!"
Zhong Zizheng was particularly optimistic about Master Lin.
He is a poetry geek.
I have great respect for such scholars who can write poems with more than five talents.
Although he is a great Confucian, he got up through studying and cultivating.
The poems and essays I occasionally write... are only four strokes high at best.
But his writing is good.
When the opportunity comes in the future, it is very possible to become a Yasheng by virtue of your articles.
But he didn't want to do that, it was too unchallenging.
Because his teacher, the current Holy Master of the Holy Court, was granted the title of Lesser Saint based on his article "Zhenguo".
He wants to become a sub-sage with poetry and not take the ordinary path.
Only in this way can he surpass his teacher.
Therefore, this is also the reason why he makes friends with scholars who are talented in poetry.
…
The funeral procession arrives at the cemetery.
The twenty-three grave pits dug in advance are extremely eye-catching.
"My son!"
"You're the one who's been stabbed a thousand times..."
"father……"
When those relatives saw the grave pit, they were moved by the scene and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Weeping and crying, endlessly sad.
"The time has come!"
Zheng Zhiqiu said loudly at this time.
All the bachelors and masters, as well as the relatives of the dead bachelors, suddenly looked at him in confusion.
"What's going on? Are you going to be buried now?"
"Where's the eulogy?"
"Without a eulogy, how can my son rest in peace? How can I comfort their spirits in heaven?"
"No burial allowed, it's against the law!"
When the family members were wailing and crying, seeing that Zheng Zhiqiu was not taking any steps, they all started to stop him.
They grabbed the clay pot of ashes from the bachelor's hand, their faces turning red.
"My son died for your academy, and you just bury him like this. What's the difference between leaving his body in a mass grave?"
"Is this the behavior of you scholars? Have all the teachings of your sages gone into the belly of dogs?"
"Eulogy, memorial text... none of them can be missing!"
"father!"
The family members of the bachelors hugged the pottery urns tightly with tears streaming down their faces.
"I……"
Zheng Zhiqiu's face turned pale and his figure was shaky.
He looked at He Weijun and He Wancheng for help, but they had no choice but to spread their hands.
"It's over!"
Zheng Zhiqiu's heart dropped. Why did he prepare a eulogy for Jun Hui? Plus, not many family members came over in the middle of the night.
I thought, if there is a eulogy, let it be more formal. If there is no eulogy, just say a few words to remember these good men of the academy.
There is no need to make it so grand and compensate the families after the burial.
Unexpectedly...the families of these bachelors strongly requested eulogies and memorial texts.
Zheng Zhiqiu can also understand.
They came to this world in a glorious manner, and their families must also hope that they will be reborn in a glorious and blissful life.
Human nature.
But he couldn’t take it out at all!
"What's going on? This Zheng Zhiqiu didn't even prepare a eulogy or memorial? How did he become the dean!"
Zhong Zi was making a sullen sound.
This is a violation of etiquette.
He felt that if Pingzhou Academy did not handle this matter well, even if there were poems inscribed on the monument, there would be no hope of being admitted to the Holy Academy!
"Uncle, if you can do it, come on!"
Li Wenbo looked at Zhong Zizheng displeased.
"Book……"
Zhong Zizheng was about to say that I have never been involved in this before, but he managed to hold it back and changed his words: "This is not the field that uncle is good at! But what your academy is doing is wrong and violates etiquette and law!"
"The dean is confused!"
Lin has also read the True Interpretation of Wen Dao and has some understanding of the funeral methods of scholars.
So he deliberately prepared his eulogy in advance, but he didn't expect that the dean would miss it.
Lin Yi shook his head. At the critical moment, he still had to take action.
He stepped out of the queue and walked towards the cemetery, while loudly saying: "The time has come to remember the heroes and comfort the dead!"
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
All eyes suddenly fell on Lin Yi.
"This... good, good!"
Zheng Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, then saw the scroll in Lin Yi's hand and understood immediately.
He was shaking with excitement, and his hanging heart finally let go.
But for a while, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
At this juncture, it was Lin Yilai who came to rescue him again. He was really... lucky for eight lifetimes!
…
"Master! You?"
Li Wenbo was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously shouted.
Zhong Zizheng was shocked and suddenly turned his head to look at Li Wenbo: "You...what did you call him?"
Lord!
This is the name the book boy calls his master.
