Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Master Puzhao's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Shen Wuming with eyes full of wisdom, and for a moment he became a little unconfident.

"Donor Shen...you have so understood the Buddha nature, so why are you still wasting your time in this world?"

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to join my Buddhist family and achieve enlightenment in the future, becoming a golden Arhat?"

At this time, Master Puzhao still did not forget his original intention, did not care about his tone, and was still thinking about how to win him over to Buddhism.

If it was just because of Shen Wuming's strength at the beginning, then now he really started to love talents.

"Miao, you are so tall."

Shen Wuming spread his hands, "If all Buddhists are at your level, with all due respect, they are all rubbish."

Master Puzhao looked angry and widened his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Wuming continued to speak.

"Well, let's do this. I'll give you a chance. If you give me an answer that's consistent with Buddhist principles, we can discuss this matter."

"how?"

Hearing this, Master Puzhao's eyes moved slightly and he clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Shen, please speak."

Shen Wuming stared at him, "You are now standing at the fork in the official road, and an out-of-control carriage is speeding towards you."

"In front of this road, there are three children tied to the ground. They are not allowed to move. They are about to be hit."

"On the other side of the road, there is a child tied up, and he is also not allowed to move."

"You have a mechanism in your hand. When you press it, this runaway carriage can turn around and hit a child on the side of the road."

"If you don't press the button, the out-of-control carriage will hit the three children in front, so may I ask the master..."

Shen Wuming's eyes were burning, "Excuse me, do you press it or not?"

Master Puzhao's expression froze, his mind was racing with thoughts, and he subconsciously wanted to say "press", but then he felt something was wrong.

The child was not in such a disaster. If he pressed the button, wouldn't it be equivalent to killing the child?

But if you don't press it, then something will happen to three children. How can you watch three lives lost in front of your eyes?

No matter how you look at it, it is not in line with Buddhist principles!

Master Puzhao's brows wrinkled, and the frown became deeper and deeper, as if it had become the character "Sichuan".

His lips murmured, but he didn't utter a word for a long time. His throat rolled, and he was speechless for a while.

Shen Wuming smiled lightly. This tram problem had been controversial when he saw it on the Internet before.

I have thought about it myself.

From a cost perspective, sacrificing one child is indeed better than sacrificing three children.

But how innocent is that child?

And how can we calculate the cost when it involves human life?

"Master, before you save others, you first need to save yourself. You haven't cultivated yourself well, so why are you pretending to be so cool?"

Shen Wuming shook his head, then turned around and boarded the carriage, "Good dogs don't block the way, get out of the way."

Master Puzhao took a deep breath, hesitated to speak, and finally smiled bitterly and walked to the side of the road.

"drive!"

Shen Wuming raised his riding whip and lightly slapped the horse's butt. The bell rang and the carriage sped away.

Dust and smoke flew up all over the ground and scattered on Master Puzhao's body, but he did not move at all.

But his face became more and more sad.

Even at this moment, there was a slight collapse in his heart.

Just now he told Shen Wuming that putting aside the secular world and saving the world is the principle of Buddhism.

But Shen Wuming peeled off the cocoon of this truth and completely exposed it in front of him, but he was speechless.

Between family and sentient beings, he can choose sentient beings without hesitation.

But between this one child and the three children, he couldn't make a decision at all.

At this time, Shen Wuming's voice also came from afar, full of ridicule.

"What you call giving up the world and your family is just because of your family's tolerance and indulgence towards you."

"You let it go, but actually you just can't let it go."

"And if you can't make a choice between one person and three people, isn't it because they won't tolerate you?"

"You can use the sharpest knife to stab the person closest to you and then look like a Buddha?"

"How ridiculous? How ugly?"

"Hahahahaha."

Shen Wuming laughed loudly, and his laughter lingered in the wilderness.

Master Puzhao had a complicated expression and his throat rolled. After a moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a ball of blood.

"Pfft!"

Looking at the bruises on the ground, Master Puzhao smiled miserably, "Okay, okay, okay."

…

Shen Wuming originally thought that Master Puzhao was here and would do anything.

But he didn't expect that Master Puzhao was defeated by just some sophistry. He was still reasonable.

If it were him, he would not let his enemies go just because someone taught him Confucian classics.

Even if it is Huang Bingcheng and others, they are still his dogs. He can kill or chop them up, but it is not anyone else's turn to do it.

Master Puzhao is still very Buddhist.

"Actually, Master Puzhao is a nice person. When I went to Mount Wutai before, he even gave me a string of clam beads."

Pei Zian opened the curtain and hung it on the carriage, sat next to Shen Wuming, and said softly.

Shen Wuming spread his hands, "It doesn't matter whether he is wrong or not. It doesn't matter whether he is reasonable or not. It doesn't matter whether he is right or wrong."

"I didn't make things difficult for him, he was just there blocking the way."

"Hehehe."

Pei Zian smiled sweetly, "That only proves that his Buddhist practice is not good enough and he is not as good as his elder brother."

While they were joking, she unconsciously leaned against Shen Wuming, resting her little head on his shoulder.

Boundless wilderness.

Fine horses and precious carriages.

Golden boys and jade girls.

A few days later, Shen Wuming finally arrived at his destination.

Luozhou, Jingzhao Prefecture, Luoyang City.

The Northern Han Dynasty implemented the prefecture-county system, but there were some slight changes at the prefecture level.

For example, political and economic prefectures would be called prefectures, and border areas would also be called vassal states.

The vassal states in "I want to ask about the border on a single bike, and the vassal states pass through Guyan" are of this type.

And Luoyang City is the most prosperous place in the Han Dynasty and even the four Central Plains countries. It is also the ancient capital of many dynasties and the place where the dragon veins are located.

Even as a time traveler, Shen Wuming was quite moved when he saw Luoyang City.

After all, this is a world with extraordinary power, and some strange things cannot be compared even in later generations.

The towering city walls are made of black stones with a metallic luster, and there are many pillars around them.

You can tell the formation at a glance!

But the most eye-catching thing is that there is a towering giant tripod in the center of the capital.

Its size is so huge that even standing outside the city wall, one can see it clearly.

"This is the Nine Cauldrons!"

Pei Zian pointed at the huge cauldron and said, "Dayu pacified the world and gathered gold from the nine states to cast this cauldron!"

"It is a divine weapon of destiny, not comparable to ordinary magic tools. Only the emperor can use it."

"And its power has nothing to do with the emperor's strength, but has a lot to do with the country's destiny."

"If the world is unified, the Nine Cauldrons can exert the power of a saint!"

"If the Northern Han occupies half of the country, the emperor can also exert the power of the Eight Realms."

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