Daming: I really don’t want to be an emperor!

When the king, relatives, and teachers die, we need to wear mourning robes. It is not only allowed to wear mourning for family members.

There is only a difference in the way of wearing mourning clothes. When a king dies, people wear plain clothes; when a relative dies, people wear mourning clothes; when a teacher dies, people wear mourning cloth.

But if the person is a direct disciple of the teacher, he or she must also wear mourning clothes.

When students listen to his lectures, they regard him as their teacher, but this is different from becoming his disciple and regarding him as their teacher.

"Open the coffin!"

One editor cried out and shouted.

Afterwards, a group of comrades lifted up Lin Han’s coffin and left the palace gate in a mighty procession.

Comrades carried the coffin and students supported the spirit.

The group of people scattered paper money and carried the coffin away in a mighty procession.

Although they walked slowly with tears streaming down their faces, their eyes were firm, as if they were determined to inherit Lin Han's will and carry out their mission of dying for his advice to the end.

They have all abandoned Confucianism and followed their hearts, and started to learn the philosophy of mind. They want the Four Sentences of Hengqu to no longer be empty talk. However, if they want to make this happen, someone has to bear the blame.

The burning of books and burying of scholars could not have been proposed by Zhu Yunhuan, let alone directly agreed to by him. It can only be shown that Zhu Yunhuan was forced to agree to it. Only in this way would Zhu Yunhuan not have a stain, and this is called being loyal to the country.

"Brother Lin, have a safe journey."

Inside the palace gate, Liu Sanwu shouted as he watched Lin Han’s coffin being carried away.

The event officially reached its climax when the coffin was carried onto the street.

"You guys have read the books of saints in vain. You have studied for more than ten years just to disobey the saints?"

"That's right. The words of a saint are like destiny. You, the Imperial College, are actually carrying the coffin and the spirit of a person who betrayed his teacher and destroyed his ancestors. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"How dare you die in public? And you say it's for the Ming Dynasty? If there were no Confucianism, who knows how many schools of thought would be respected and how many would be the hegemons!"

"You are for your own selfish reasons, and you are forcing the crown prince to die. Is this what it means to be loyal to the country?"

"Lin Han, the Imperial Academy's chief priest, you are a great Confucian master, but you forgot your ancestors and died in the Fengtian Hall advocating the destruction of Confucianism. How can you face the saint in your grave?"

A group of Confucian scholars pointed fingers at the people in the Imperial College.

There are people who support burning books and burying scholars, and naturally there will be people who oppose it.

"Our teacher doesn't dare to meet the saint, nor does he have the face to meet the saint! However, our teacher knows that burning books and burying scholars is urgent! If the scholars in the world don't wake up and only talk about ideals, then the fall of our Ming Dynasty is not far away! We will inherit our teacher's will and continue to die! We must make the world unite knowledge and action, and work hard to build the country!"

Lin Han's direct disciple stood up and pointed at the group of Confucian scholars around him and shouted.

"Brother, what you said is very true. Wherever the Tao is, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go there!"

Another of Lin Han's direct disciples stood up and said.

A student who was carrying the coffin wiped away tears and said, "As long as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince refuses to agree, we will die to advise him! The students of our Imperial Academy do not want to be servile and fawning people who lose power and humiliate the country!"

"Only when the prosperous times come, and the people can afford to read, and everyone in our Ming Dynasty is like a dragon, then Lin Jijiu will be happy in his grave!"

"Your Majesty, drive out the Tartars and restore China. The broken backbone of our great China has stood up again. We, the scholars of our generation, will never let the tragic scene of decades ago happen again!"

"I gave up literature and turned to military affairs. One day I will die on the battlefield. At least I will be able to face my ancestors after my death! Your Majesty fought to the end and restored China. This has already told us with facts that if we want our race to survive, we must fight to the end! Blindly praying will not bring peace!"

"You bunch of weaklings, what qualifications do you have to judge our priests?"

"We are not Confucian scholars who talk nonsense and ruin the country! We are disciples of the School of Mind who work hard to build the country!"

"Get out of the way! Don't block the way of our chief priest! Otherwise, I don't know if he has the face to see the saint in the underworld, but we will send you down to see the saint first!"