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

Chapter 161: The Buddha's Son, Samantabhadra's Persistence

After Zen Master Puzhao took out this verse, everyone was shocked and there was no more noise.

After a moment of exclamation, the whole place fell into a long silence.

You can hear the needle drop.

Puxian Bodhisattva, who seemed calm and composed just now, but was actually a little arrogant in his heart, was also stunned for a moment.

His eyes were fixed on this junior brother who always relied on his fists and Zen staff to solve problems.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can it cause dust?"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva slowly repeated it, and then sighed, "Junior brother is the true Buddha nature."

"After all, I am still in a state of mind. My body is like Bodhi and my heart is like a mirror, but after all, I am not myself."

There is no doubt that the Buddhist principles he proposed earlier were completely overturned by Master Puzhao's verse.

This time when we were talking about Zen, Beichen Temple was completely defeated.

All the eminent monks of Nanzen Temple could not help but look happy at this time.

Although the Northern and Southern Zen sects are parallel, in most of the Zen teachings, the Northern Zen Temple is superior.

The Southern Zen Sect loses more and wins less.

As for other Buddhist temples, I just accompany them and come here with the mentality of learning.

But today, Nanzenji won again.

And he won so nakedly and so neatly.

"Junior Puzhao has wisdom in his body. Although he practices the Vajra Path, he has the heart of a Buddha."

Master Pu En clasped his hands together and smiled slightly, but in fact he was extremely proud in his heart.

It is said that Nanzen Temple is not as good as Bei Zen Temple.

But now both sides are talking about Zen, and even without him, the Bodhisattva, taking action, just one Vajra can win this game.

It seems to be humble, but in fact it is pretentious.

But at this moment, Master Puzhao shook his head, "You senior brothers really think highly of me."

"This stanza was not written by a poor monk, but was written to me by a scholar."

At this point, Master Puzhao explained what happened when he stopped Shen Wuming.

After everyone heard this, they were all shocked. They never thought that there were people with such wisdom in the world.

"If a person can write this verse, even though he is in the secular world, he must be a true Buddha."

"Perhaps the Buddha is reincarnated. My practice in the past few decades is not as good as one verse!"

All the eminent monks lamented that whether it was Nanzen Temple or Beichen Temple, they were all resigned to being inferior.

As for the people in other temples, they were shaking their heads and could not say anything except sighing.

"This is the born Buddha. If you can enter my Buddhist practice, you will definitely not lose the status of Buddha in the future."

"I'm afraid the golden lotus in White Horse Temple will also be surrendered by him."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's face was full of surprise, "I don't know where this person is from, why don't you bring him into my Buddhist home?"

"It's difficult!"

Master Puzhao shook his head, "If it had been before, there might have been a chance."

"But now..."

Before he found a place for Moro King Kong, he also inquired about Shen Wuming's origins.

Knowing that he was Jieyuan from Dingzhou and that he was talented and a scholar of both Confucianism and Mohism, he came to Beijing to take part in the spring examination again.

As expected, it is not impossible to win the first-class Jinshi, or even the number one scholar.

"Who is this person?"

Puxian Bodhisattva asked, with some persistence appearing in his eyes. Regardless of his identity, he was determined to take him down.

Today's spiritual practice seems to be inherited by hundreds of schools of thought, but the strongest ones are the three religions.

That is Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism.

Even if he is a powerful official, he believes that Beichen Temple can offer a bargaining chip that the other party cannot refuse.

"Dingzhou Jieyuan, son of Yong'an County, Shen Wuming."

Master Puzhao said slowly, "This man is very talented, and he will definitely win the top spot in this spring test."

"And the previous autumn examination has already reached the fifth floor of the Confucian Confucian Temple, and has already entered the eyes of the Confucian gentlemen!"

Master Puxian heard something else, "You mean he climbed to the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple and is good at Confucianism?"

"Not only Confucianism, but also Mohism." Master Puzhao said this, turned around and walked into the Zen room nearby.

He came out after a while, already holding a Di newspaper in his hand, "I don't know if you have read this issue."

"Ninety percent of the pages are all written by Shen Wuming. Even the Supreme Master was pushed into a corner."

Naturally, no one would doubt the master's cultivation strength and theoretical level.

But even he was robbed of the limelight. One can imagine the standard of Shen Wuming's four articles.

Everyone hurriedly passed it around, and everyone was shocked. After Master Puen read it, he even slapped the table and stood up.

"OK."

Master Puen has a compassionate heart and is a truly enlightened monk. “We chant compassion and think we are saving all sentient beings.”

"Unexpectedly, there is really a Buddha in the world. There are countless living people in these four articles. Isn't it more Buddha-like than us who meditate and meditate?"

Buddhism talks a lot about saving the world, but very little is actually done.

But several of Shen Wuming's articles have really brought benefits to the people.

They, those who believe in Buddhism, are just trying to save a few people.

But Shen Wuming saved the world! Save the world!

In particular, the method of building bridges using oysters is perfect for people in mountainous areas and riverside areas.

"Son of Buddha! This is the son of Buddha who was born in my Buddhist family. If he is said to be the reincarnation of Muni, even a poor monk will not doubt it."

An eminent monk couldn't help but exclaimed, "This poor monk really wants to save him, even if he offends the Confucian Temple."

When Samantabhadra Bodhisattva heard this, the persistence in his eyes became even deeper, almost turning into obsession.

"Junior Brother Puzhao just said that he has gone to the capital to take part in the spring exam?"

Master Puxian asked slowly.

"Drink quickly, we are raising fish!"

In Lijing Tower, Shen Wuming swept through the crowd and killed a lot of noble disciples.

The Crown Prince Huang, the Crown Prince Qi, and the Crown Prince Changping all fell to the ground.

He was snoring loudly and his face was red.

Even Yang Yuanqing was lying on the table at this time, breathing heavily, and his head felt heavier than iron.

"Brother is fierce enough."

Yang Yuanqing used all his strength to give Shen Wuming a thumbs up. This guy is really fierce.

As soon as they entered Lijing Tower, these distinguished disciples who had been waiting for a long time took Shen Wuming to drink.

I didn't even take two bites of the food.

As a result, Shen Wuming turned to the wine table and drank everyone present to the floor.

Most of them had fallen asleep, and the few remaining people were already lying on the table, unable to get up.

"What are you doing lying down? Get up and keep drinking."

Shen Wuming pulled King Changle up next to him, raised the wine glass, and handed it to him.

"King Changle, as you just said, as long as you haven't vomited after drinking, you have to continue drinking."

"Come on, don't pretend to be dead."

King Changle is the son of King Qi. In terms of seniority, he can be regarded as Pei Zian's younger uncle.

However, the King of Qi did not fight for power, but was greedy for money and lust. He had dozens of children, and King Changle was the youngest.

The age is almost the same as Shen Wuming.

I also came here to join in the fun this time. I just praised Haikou and kept drinking without vomiting.

Shen Wuming didn't want to let him go.

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