If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

"really."

The monk's eyes were also filled with admiration: "Master Lin Ke is the best practitioner in the world. He has great wisdom, great perseverance, and great compassion in his heart. He is a worthy disciple of the Buddha!"

Lin Ke recited poetry crazily before competing with Qi Ye.

As a result, he was called Taoist and Buddhist by the leaders of contemporary Taoism and Buddhism.

One of his clones has already gone through training, and after training, he is a well-deserved Taoist master.

Fozi's side will be a little later, probably after Daozi's trial is over.

But now it seems that the name of the Buddha is now considered a consensus.

I dare not say that all monks in the world, but at least most of them probably already agree with this title.

"Monk, you are not the only Buddhist." The middle-aged Taoist said with a smile: "I am the Taoist disciple of Taoism, and the world agrees."

Lin Ke didn't expect these people to praise him so much. Even though he was as thick-skinned as a city wall, he felt a little embarrassed now.

The two Confucian scholars from Jiangnan looked at Lin Ke with a strange expression, so they all looked at Lin Ke.

"Brother Chen, have you ever seen Mr. Lin Kelin?" The Confucian scholar surnamed Wu was curious: "He is what the great Confucian Li Chungang said, with the appearance of dragons and phoenixes, unique in the world?"

The Confucian scholar surnamed Gao also said: "I heard that Mr. Lin never cares about his background, but only values ​​his talent. I guess even the sons of common people like us can take him seriously, right?"

"In his eyes, everyone is created equal." Lin Ke smiled and shook his head: "As for Long Zhang Fengzi? He is just an ordinary person."

"That's right." Wen Meng echoed, with traces of admiration in his voice: "Master Lin has always regarded himself as an ordinary person, not as a high-ranking official. He is a model for the world."

Lin Ke was speechless and had to change the subject: "Miss Wen, could you tell me about your hometown? I haven't been to Wuchang Mansion yet. How is the scenery?"

As expected, everyone's attention was diverted.

"Wuchang Mansion has a pleasant scenery, delicious fish and shrimp, and loud gongs and drums during festivals. When you are free, you can go there and have a look, I will be your host."

Wen Meng smiled and said: "Especially the fish in the river, fried and steamed are very delicious, worth a try, and the autumn scenery is very beautiful..."

I heard from the dream that Wuchang Prefecture is located across the Yangtze River. The fish and shrimp are delicious and the scenery is very good.

Lin Ke was also a little tempted and wanted to go there for a stroll.

In other words, he wanted to see all the great rivers and mountains.

It's a pity that I'm too busy, and I'm not as good as a cow or a horse like in my previous life.

In this life, he had to deal with many things and change them.

So he couldn't spare any time to really travel and relax.

After Wen Meng finished speaking, several other people were also talking about the scenery and food in their hometowns, and the car was filled with laughter for a while.

But this situation changed the next day.

Before entering Jiangning Mansion, the scenery outside gradually changed.

Originally, you could see people or villages every few dozen miles, but now as you approach the Jiangning Mansion area, the number of people gradually becomes sparse.

After passing Guangxing Mansion and entering the area of ​​Jiangning Mansion, there was no one inhabited within a thousand miles.

As a result, everyone stopped talking and laughing and became worried.

"There is a fishing village in Guangxing Prefecture called Gaobie Village. There is no fear of monsters there, but instead there is curiosity."

Lin Ke sighed: "And here, a ferocious monster has caused panic in the whole country. When we, the scholars, see this, it is really... sigh."

Fortunately, although this ferocious monster affected six palaces, the impact on other palaces was not that great.

The one with the greatest impact belongs to Jiangning Mansion.

Even the prefect of Jiangning Prefecture only dared to sit in the city and did not dare to go out of the city to find the enemy for fear of being transferred away from the mountain. The county magistrates of Jiangning Prefecture are probably all out there investigating the case. The most serious thing now is the murderous demon incident, and everything else can only be put aside.

And because of this incident, Lin Ke suddenly saw the weakness of the court.

He is now taking steps step by step, creating a path for revolutionaries.

Although it is not famous all over the world, its power has already been revealed.

However, even the thoughts nurtured by his overflowing cultivation method are strong enough to cover a large area.

Not to mention the realm of gentlemen.

In the past, in the capital, the thoughts of some great scholars could reach the capital across thousands of miles, let alone the realm of gentlemen.

The Confucianism of the gentleman realm is a bit exaggerated for half a continent, but it is definitely available in several places.

However, Confucianism in the Gentleman Realm is not omnipotent. For example, there are many prefects in various places who are in the Gentleman Realm.

Even if he is not a gentleman, it is normal for a great Confucian to be in danger of becoming a gentleman if he is given the magistrate's seal in the later stages.

However, the prefect of Jiangning Prefecture could not find the ferocious monster at all, and even the prefects of the other six prefectures could not find it. This was very interesting.

Furthermore, Lin Ke felt that the weakness of the Wei Dynasty was that its upstream and downstream channels were almost completely blocked!

This is due to the information blockage caused by the old rituals in Lin Xuanji's era.

Someone in the capital concealed the news, so only Jiangning Mansion and the six surrounding mansions knew about the evil monster in Jiangning Mansion.

If this shackles of information cannot be broken, those who control the world will still be able to do all kinds of evil and be tyrannical in the future.

This time it was a vicious monster. What if a vicious demon, monster, or person comes next time?
Fortunately, Lin Ke founded Dahuang Newspaper.

The media is an important medium for disseminating information.

If we fast forward to the Internet era now, maybe the evil monster has just slaughtered a village and the whole world has become aware of it. Who will kill dozens of villages in a row?
Even the imperial court will know, and there will no longer be the current situation where someone can cover the sky with one hand.

"Speaking of which, concealing secrets is not unique to our human race."

Lin Ke, who was looking at the scenery and thinking, was attracted by the middle-aged Taoist priest's words.

"Some monsters are born with hair and fur that can hide their secrets."

The middle-aged Taoist priest sighed: "But there are very few of them. Some physiognomists like to use these demon materials to make magic weapons."

"But this time the divination clearly pointed out that someone was causing trouble." Confucian scholar surnamed Gao said, and then stopped talking.

Then the carriage fell into silence again.

"Indeed, someone is causing trouble." Lin Ke emphasized the pronunciation of the word "person": "You don't need to say anything, just listen to my analysis."

These people did not dare to discuss the imperial court unreasonably, but Lin Ke was not afraid, so he naturally wanted to analyze it.

However, the Confucian scholar surnamed Wu interrupted Lin Ke: "No, Brother Chen, we should have done this long ago."

As he spoke, he looked around: "We are not slandering the court, but we are talking about the traitors in the court. If we are afraid of even talking about traitors, then why are we reading the books of sages?"

The Confucian scholar surnamed Wu spoke in a sonorous tone, obviously influenced by Lin Ke's fearlessness.

Sometimes, spiritual wills can influence each other, just like "a soldier is raging and a general is raging in a nest", or similar to "those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black."

Wenmeng and the others were also touched by the words.

"Amitabha, at worst, this young monk will die as a Buddha." The monk opened his eyes.

"The poor Taoist is all alone. He has nothing to worry about except his disciple." The Taoist priest stroked his disciple's head.

The little Taoist priest smiled and said: "Master, the little Taoist is not afraid of death!" (End of Chapter)