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第十三章 覆手变人间

Xuanjing City,top scholar Tower.

A group of scholars gathered together to view the ancient texts that had recently caused a stir throughout the land.

Since the appearance of these ancient texts several days ago, bookstores in the city had been printing them non-stop. Despite this, demand far outstripped supply. These scholars managed to purchase a few scrolls today and invited their friends to share in the excitement.

"Superior virtue is like water; it benefits all things without contention. Marvelous! Marvelous!"

"The Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two give birth to three, and from three come myriad things. Just a few words, but upon reading them, one feels an infinite profundity. This scripture truly stands out!"

"In my opinion, these three thousand characters alone surpass all the articles I have read before."

"I feel the same way!"

"No, no, in my view, the text of The Book of Changes is even more ingenious than The Dao De Jing. Although the words are obscure and profound, each one seems to contain the essence of heaven and earth's fundamental principles."

"Exactly so! Heaven’s ways are strong; gentlemen should strive unceasingly!" This resonated with their hearts!

The scholars chatted excitedly, clearly immersed in their discussion.

At that moment, one of them suddenly sighed deeply. "Who would have thought such exquisite words were buried underground for thousands of years and remained unknown? Every time I think about it, my heart aches!"

This remark garnered the others' agreement.

"Indeed, our teacher loved reading most. If he could read these few scrolls, imagine how pleased he would be."

"The misfortune of past scholars who couldn't hear this scripture is beyond measure!"

"But can these scriptures truly have been written by ancient sages and lost due to wars? I've noticed that the people and events in The Southern Classic and The Analects are not recorded in history." A voice among them sounded out of place.

The others fell silent for a moment before reaching a firm conclusion.

"Of course, it must be so. Such texts could never have been forged by modern hands. Current historical records only go back three thousand years. Before that, there were no detailed accounts. These classics must have originated from that era."

"I've heard that the antiquarians spoke to the emperor about how in ancient times, a hundred schools of thought thrived, producing countless scriptures like stars in the sky. The few scrolls we read today are but a tiny fraction of them."

This statement caused an uproar in the tavern.

"Such news! Just thinking of all these hidden classics buried underground, unseen by humans, makes me heartbroken and unable to sleep!"

"What must those other classics be like?"

...

"But after all, these ancient texts are deeply hidden within various tombs. The antiquarians' claim that they excavate tombs for preservation rather than destruction is hard to accept."

The scholars instinctively wanted to agree but hesitated when thinking of the countless undiscovered classics waiting to be unearthed.

"That's what the leader of the antiquarians said, protecting and salvaging, not destroying,"

"Correct. I've heard that they carefully remove all items from each tomb without damaging them, storing them properly. If any damage occurs, there are specialists who repair them."

"It is true; we cannot simply equate them with grave robbers."

However, many still held opposing views.

"But it's just a pretense. What difference does it make? Who among us doesn't have ancestors? How would you feel if your ancestor’s tomb were excavated like this?"

"We must not open this precedent or else it will bring endless trouble. We should try to dissuade them."

"Exactly so."

...

Some remained silent, acting as mediators.

"This matter is surely already decided by the emperor and his ministers. There's no need for us to worry too much."

"Just watch and see."

...

As The Dao spread across Great Xuan, intense debates erupted in various regions.

Scenes like those at thetop scholar Tower were repeated countless times.

Li Fan knew that it would be impossible to change everyone's minds quickly.

The groundwork had just begun.

But Li Fan was not worried about the outcome. In this world, those who held sway over public opinion were scholars.

With countless classics as bait, Li Fan did not fear these scholars' compliance.

Moreover, he did not need their support; he only needed them to remain silent.

...

While secretly plotting his rise to power, Li Fan was also gradually increasing the influence of the antiquarians in secular society.

In the sixth year, the emperor suddenly fell ill and lay bedridden. The court physicians were at a loss. Just as despair set in, the antiquarians presented an elixir to the emperor. They claimed it had been found in a tomb and might have miraculous powers to revive the dead or heal bones. It could potentially save his life.

Initially, the emperor ignored them, but as his condition worsened daily, he finally took the elixir out of desperation.

Miraculously, the elixir worked wonders. Within just a few days, the emperor recovered fully.

The entire court was in an uproar, and ministers debated intensely.

The emperor summoned the leader of the antiquarians to the palace for several days without attending court, questioning him about the sages' existence.

From then on, the emperor firmly believed in the existence of sages. He secretly instructed trusted military officials to cooperate with the antiquarians in searching ancient tombs for signs of sages.

In the ninth year, an excavation team from the Jianghai Prefecture uncovered a major tomb-raiding case involving over one hundred people. They had excavated numerous tombs in the mountains, causing incalculable damage.

According to law, all should have been executed. However, with so many involved and widespread connections, the prefect of Jianghai Prefecture, Li Fan, dared not act on his own and sent a hurried petition to Xuanjing City for imperial decision.

A minister was outraged and petitioned for immediate execution.

However, most officials remained silent.

The emperor kept all petitions under review without making any statements.

It took a month before the emperor's edict finally arrived.

No extreme punishment was issued; instead, they were sentenced to be sold into slavery in Xianyang.

Few ministers dared to protest.

Seeing the edict, Li Fan smiled faintly, knowing that the tide had turned.

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