In Wang Xu's plan, he called Fahai here just to understand Buddhism's plan.
Unexpectedly, Dragon Palace's good chess game was turned into a bad chess game by the Seventh Princess. Instead, Fa Hai got extra gains.
Now, there is no way to go back to the Dragon Palace. Fortunately, Fahai has a fifth-level cultivation level and is equipped with Buddha treasures, so he should be able to protect him.
After telling the story of how he wrote a poem to subjugate the country, which led to the assassination of the demon clan, and had to hide in the West Lake Dragon Palace, and how his plan was ruined by the Seventh Princess, Fahai said that he would protect him.
Fa Hai and he had been friends since childhood. Wang Xu was very pleased to see this. The unintentional situation he had set in back then had finally paid off today.
Likewise, Fahai came to help him because of his personal relationship and had nothing to do with the stance of the three religions.
Even if someone mentions it in the future, Wang Xu will not be afraid of being criticized, and there is no sage book saying that one cannot be friends with a monk.
"According to what you said, you will take the state examination at the end of August, and you will also take the national examination next September. If everything goes well, you can get the title of Jinshi in one year?"
"Why, you can't trust me?"
Listening to Fahai's question, Wang Xu smiled in return, without any embarrassment at being kicked out. Feng Qingyun said calmly: "When you and I parted, I told you to practice hard, otherwise you won't even be able to see my back.
You can't even see it. Now, you are a quasi-level five master. My words remain unchanged. Keep working hard, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and try to see my back in the future."
Fahai didn't speak, just smiled. He had seen arrogant people, but never such arrogant people.
They were all driven out of the West Lake Dragon Palace like a bereaved dog. Where did they get this kind of confidence?
You must know that before he was reincarnated, he was a quasi-sixth-level master who had reached the Arhat realm. If he starts over in this life, it is very likely that he will go further.
By then, Buddhism will have another Bodhisattva who can be compared to a demon god. In this era when saints are scarce, who can make him look down upon his back?
"You didn't say a word and just smiled like that. I knew you didn't believe it."
Wang Xu was not depressed at all, and smiled like a spring breeze: "Monk, how about we make a bet, whether you will fall into the Bodhisattva state or whether I will become a sage first, do you dare to bet?"
"Monks have six pure roots and cannot engage in gambling." Fahai smiled and shook his head, but did not accept Wang Xu's bet.
"It's boring. Buddhist disciples have so many rules and regulations. What's the benefit of being a monk?"
When Wang Xu said this, he paused for a moment and said: "By the way, what happened to your reincarnation? I found that you have not changed much from before? I thought you would become a different person after awakening the memory of your previous life."
"I can't talk about the secret of reincarnation in detail, you just need to know that I am still me."
Fa Hai cannot say much about Buddhist plans such as reincarnation involving the underworld and the six paths of reincarnation.
The current Six Paths of Reincarnation, just like the creation of gods in Taoism, has not reached the point of perfection, and many things are confidential.
Wang Xu is not a disciple of Buddhism, and Fahai can only pick up some unimportant things and talk about them without violating the precepts. In-depth discussions are definitely not possible.
Seriously speaking, whether it is Taoism's plan to create gods or Buddhism's six paths of reincarnation, at this point, the details are no secret.
Wang Xu didn't know it because he didn't come from the core group of Confucianism, that is, a family of saints and sages.
If so, these are not secret secrets, and Wang Xu should have heard about them a long time ago.
"Taoism has a plan to create gods, your Buddhists have six paths of reincarnation, so what are Confucians doing?"
After chatting for a few words, Wang Xu changed his tone and asked the core of the problem.
The Taoist plan for creating gods and the Buddhist plan for reincarnation have nothing to do with Wang Xu.
After listening to it, I had no other reaction except "Oh, that's awesome!"
Confucianism is different. This is the system he chose and the path he will take in the future. Knowing Confucianism's actions in advance will also help Wang Xu plan ahead.
"Confucianism!"
Fa Hai paused slightly and said in a low voice: "The Confucian plan is very strict, and only the core disciples of the sage family can know it. To this day, I only know that the Confucian plan is called Wen Yizaidao, and I don't know the rest.
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The three religions complement each other and have shared joys and sorrows. It was not until Dong Zhongshu only respected Confucianism that he went solo.
Therefore, within the three religions, they all have their own spies to detect each other's intelligence.
Obviously, Buddhism also has chess pieces in the family of sages, and they are core figures, otherwise we would not be able to get such information.
"Writing conveys the truth!"
Wang Xu was more concerned about the plans of Confucian high-level officials than Buddhism's secret agents in Confucianism.
Confucianism is also a deconstruction of the pyramid. At the bottom are the children of poor families, in the middle are the gentry class, and at the top are the descendants headed by the saint family and the seventy-two sages.
The three correspond to ordinary scholars, aristocratic families, and the highest level headed by the Confucius Temple.
Wang Xu's identity is considered the second echelon here. Strictly speaking, he is his teacher Xue Mushan. In fact, he is not considered a real high-level Confucianist.
The decision-makers of Confucianism have always been the descendants of the saints' families who are aloof and hidden in the Confucius Temple and the Liangjie Mountain.
Not to mention that Wang Xu has never heard of the word "Wen Yi Zaidao", even Xue Mushan has never mentioned it, so he can't think of what it means.
"This bunch of damn scholars are so formal in their names that they make people confused. If they choose names that are more straightforward like the Buddhist and Taoist families, they will die!"
After reading the name several times, Wang Xu became a little angry.
Buddhism and Taoism are very particular about the God-creation plan and the reincarnation plan. The names are simple and easy to understand, and you will know what they are doing when you hear them.
Articles are used to convey the Tao, what kind of articles, how to write them, which Tao, etc. are all a mess.
Wang Xu had no way of guessing what the purpose of this plan was, what it would be used for, and how it would be implemented.
He looked up at Fahai and met Wang Xu's gaze. Fahai also shook his head slightly.
Wang Xu was discouraged for a while, saying that the person who knows you best is your enemy. Even Fahai didn't know what this plan was. Confucianism is hiding the eldest daughter, hiding it so strictly.
That's not right. In his previous life, Fa Hai was only a quasi-sixth-level master and had not touched the Bodhisattva realm. He could not be considered a high-level Buddhist.
Perhaps, Buddhism has news about Wen Yizaidao's plan, but Fahai doesn't know about it, or it's not time to know.
Thinking about it this way, you should be content.
Knowing a name is better than knowing nothing at all. As long as he works steadily, sooner or later, there will be no secrets in the Confucian world for him.
"Wang Xu!"
Wang Xu was thinking when a sudden call interrupted his meditation.
When Wang Xu heard someone calling his name, his first reaction was that Dragon Palace masters were chasing him and wanted to take him back to hold him accountable.
After the second reaction, I realized that it was a female voice, and the tone contained surprise rather than accountability.
"Who's calling me?"
With suspicion and caution, Wang Xu looked at the source of the sound.
When he caught his eye, he saw a beggar squatting in the corner, looking at him excitedly, his eyes as hot as if he wanted to swallow him up.
"No way, even the beggar has heard of my reputation and recognized me at a glance?"
Seeing that it was a beggar, Wang Xu couldn't laugh or cry.
In later generations, the Internet is so developed that it is difficult for third- and fourth-tier stars to be recognized when they walk on the street, except for those who pretend to be sophisticated.
This beggar must be so infatuated with him. Could he have been looking at his portrait all day long before he could recognize him at a sudden glance?
"Huh!"
Weird thoughts flashed through his mind, and Wang Xu soon discovered that the beggar looked familiar.
"Brother Wang, I finally found you, woo woo woo..."
The beggar choked and was about to pounce on him. Then he saw Wang Xu's strange eyes and cried: "I am Zhang Weizhen!"
"Zhang Weizhen?"
When Wang Xu heard the name, he was stunned for a moment before he realized it.
Zhang Weizhen, isn’t this Zhang Xiaomei’s pseudonym? Why did she come to Hangzhou?
"Why are you here?"
Wang Xu had a look of disbelief on his face. It was difficult to connect the beggar in front of him with Miss Zhang. He asked curiously: "He has become a beggar?"
"Didn't we agree to come to Hangzhou together that day? I went back to ask my mother for instructions, but my mother didn't agree, so I ran out that night. Who would have imagined that I didn't know until I got to Mingliju that you had left Yangzhou and went south. I
I rushed to Hangzhou all night again, not wanting to be robbed and taken away as soon as I got off the boat. I couldn't find you, and I didn't dare to go home. I've been looking for you for a month, oh oh oh..."
Zhang Xiaomei cried and said, her tone full of grievances.
She was a young lady who had never even left Yangzhou. She was wandering alone in Hangzhou, unable to eat or sleep. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
After Wang Xu heard this, he was extremely surprised.
This month, he has been studying in the Dragon Palace, and Zhang Xiaomei is alone. How has he spent this month?
The next second, Wang Xu thought to himself, looking at Zhang Xiaomei who was no different from a beggar, she would not be begging for food this month.