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

"I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it anymore."

King Changle was pulled up, and his body was limp. He swayed from side to side and said, "I really can't drink anymore."

"Even if you kill me, I won't be able to drink it. My belly is just that big. Just drill a hole in my head."

King Changle was shameless and looked like he would not drink until he was beaten to death. It was impossible for Shen Wuming to really drill a hole in his head.

He could only curse angrily.

"Trash."

Shen Wuming threw him away and turned to look at the Crown Prince Huang Guogong.

Prince Huang Guogong, who was still secretly watching the show, suddenly felt something bad and quickly closed his eyes.

Then he snored like thunder.

"You are all a bunch of little perverts. What were you pretending to me just now? I thought you were good at drinking."

Shen Wuming stood up unsteadily, stretched, and pointed at these distinguished disciples with disdain on his face.

Although everyone didn't understand what Lese meant, it wasn't a good word after all.

However, they are not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. As long as they can avoid drinking, they will scold them if they are scolded.

Anyway, there won’t be any missing pieces of meat.

"Gone."

Shen Wuming shook his head, picked up Yang Yuanqing and walked outside.

But just after walking a few steps, a notification sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

[Your gatha is regarded as a classic by the Buddhist masters of the time. It is praised in the world and engraved on stele. It will surely be passed down to future generations.]

[You have understood the way of Buddhist practice, and your Buddhist practice has exceeded lv1]

[Your Buddhist cultivation has exceeded lv2]

In less than three breaths, a pure Buddhist magic power appeared in Shen Wuming's body.

It feels quite similar to my aunt's power, but upon closer inspection, it seems to be somewhat different.

If you have to say it.

That is, my aunt's power is a little bit devilish and weird, like a combination of light and darkness.

The Buddhist magic power is pure and upright, which saves all living beings and leaves no place for darkness to hide.

"Why should I practice Buddhism?"

Shen Wuming's face was full of disgust. His wife was as beautiful as a fairy, elegant and elegant, but she was also very sexy behind her back.

And there is also a confidante like Cao Juyu who looks sexy and charming, but is actually as pure as a piece of paper in her heart.

Go to a Buddhist temple after drinking too much?

"I guess it's the old monk Puzhao."

Shen Wuming thought for a moment and then thought of the joint. After all, he had only come into contact with two Buddhists, Moro and Puzhao.

And Moro... I guess he will drink milk.

It was designated that Puzhao took his gatha to show off and deceive, and then it was praised by others.

After all, this was written by the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, and it also summarized thousands of years of Buddhist wisdom.

Getting this era is a dimensionality reduction attack.

"What's wrong, bro?"

Yang Yuanqing, who was drunk and in a daze, was dragged by Shen Wuming. Seeing him frozen in place, he couldn't help but ask.

Shen Wuming came to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay, let's go."

He dragged Yang Yuanqing outside, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw commotion in the distance.

Look up.

Astonishingly, it was two dandy boys teasing a woman. One of them laughed in a lewd way, the other in a slutty way.

"Little lady, it's boring to be alone, why not go and have fun with our brothers."

Shen Wuming couldn't help but frown at this scene of a playboy teasing a well-behaved woman.

During the few days he came to the capital, he also met some officials and dignitaries.

Whether it is the older generation such as Pei Deben and Yang Wanchun, or the young people such as Yang Yuanqing and Chang Le Wang.

The results vary, but they all give people the impression that they have no airs.

Just like when King Changle was forced to drink wine by him, he didn't put on any airs, he was just a shameless person.

I have never seen such a dandy before.

"Who are those people?"

Shen Wuming frowned slightly and asked Yang Yuanqing beside him.

Yang Yuanqing stared at it for a long time, then rubbed his eyes and said, "I don't know."

"There are no such people in my circle. Most of them are new to the capital. Old people are not that stupid."

"How do you say that?" Shen Wuming asked doubtfully.

"Master Pei." Yang Yuanqing shrugged, "You were the one who was caught by the Dali Temple for molesting women on the street. It will be easy for you."

"You don't know. In the past, people in Dali Temple were not taken seriously, just like the Clay Bodhisattva."

"After Mr. Pei took office, let me tell you this, the cultivation level of the Legalist monks in Dali Temple has improved!"

"Disciples from aristocratic families, noble disciples, I used to go around Dali Temple and I couldn't afford to offend him."

"Since Mr. Pei took office, that's good. The higher the status, the more cultivation will be improved after being caught."

"And it's useless to look for a backstage. No matter how tough your backstage is, it's not as hard as Mr. Pei's backstage."

There is a principle in Legalist practice that the Dharma is not precious.

Although the laws of the imperial court still somewhat protected high-ranking officials or nobles, the law was enforced equally.

According to the law.

If the person captured has a high status, that is even better, as the mana can be increased even more.

Therefore, since Pei Deben took charge of Dali Temple, he has been looking for trouble for those nobles and high-ranking officials.

One is to enforce the law, and the other is to improve one's own cultivation.

As a result, the atmosphere in the entire capital has changed for the better, and the dandy disciples have stopped messing around.

After all, teasing women from good families is risky, so why not spend some money to visit a brothel? What kind of girl can't be found?

"That makes sense."

Shen Wuming nodded, and then called Yang Yuanqing's entourage, "Go to Dali Temple to report the crime."

"yes."

In this case, according to the moral requirements of Confucian monks, they should help.

However, Shen Wuming received compulsory education.

Knowing that he had no power to enforce the law, he chose to report the case, which also did not violate the Confucian gentleman's way.

It was also helping.

As for seeing injustice on the road, rushing over to help with a sword?

Forget it.

I'm not familiar with it, why bother?

What if the Dali Temple, like some government offices, treats bravery as mutual fighting, wouldn't it be a loss?

Lijing Tower was originally on the edge of the imperial city, not far from the Dali Temple, and soon two yamen runners came over.

Revealing their identities, they took the two dandy disciples away.

Shen Wuming saw that the woman was out of danger, so he took Yang Yuanqing on the carriage, "Return to Rongguo Mansion."

What he didn't notice was that on the top floor of Lijing Tower, there was a man in a python robe standing.

"Didn't he take the bait?"

The man in the python robe frowned slightly, "Isn't he a Confucian gentleman? Why doesn't he make a move?"

"How did he get to the fifth floor of the Confucian school?" The black-clothed scholar beside him couldn't help shaking his head.

"Logically speaking, a sincere gentleman who can get to the fifth floor of the Confucian school must be of high moral character and a bright and clear mind."

"There is no doubt about that."

"But he just asked someone to report the case. Could it be that he saw through our plan?"

"Maybe." The man in the python robe shook his head, "But it doesn't matter, let's set up a new trap."

"As long as he is still in this little piece of land in the capital, he can't escape from the palm of my hand."

"This kid must be caught here."