surnamed Wang

Saints have different meanings in the three religions.

The sages mentioned by Confucianism are mostly masters in the literary world or an emperor through the ages. Among them, there are not only literary sages such as Confucius and Mencius, but also emperors such as Yao, Shun and Yu.

At first, there were strict regulations on the selection of saints, and those who did not make great contributions to the temple or the people could not be called saints, but later, as the dynasties changed, the rituals collapsed again and again, and some people less and less used the word "sage" Put it in your eyes.

Some masters in the literary world who need to be shameless even know how to use the younger generation to create momentum, and use the words of others to give themselves the title of "sage".

Those shameless people simply proclaimed themselves saints, and then paid a lot of money to find people to spread it everywhere, as if they wanted to push down the statue of the master in the Confucius Temple and sit on it by themselves.

Even the recognized literati sages, several dynasties have always been able to select several, and sometimes even in order to make up the number, they will come up with three sages and five sages at once, which is really worthless.

Warriors have always looked down on literati's hypocrisy, so they also learned to create a martial sage. Compared with the literary sage with a lot of moisture, the martial sage who speaks by strength is more genuine.

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In the other two religions, Buddhism emphasizes the word "sudden enlightenment". Most of the saints are reincarnated Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Compared with the rapid progress of Buddhism, Taoism works slowly and meticulously.Practicing qi into the body is like a trickle flowing into the sea. It can take decades at least, or hundreds of years at most before you can see the first results.

If the root bone is excellent, if you became a saint a hundred years ago, your Taoism will naturally pass through the mystery. At that time, the Dao sword on your waist can kill the evil dragon of the nine heavens, and the talisman paper in your hand can nail down the monsters of the world.

The day when Daoist masters become holy is often the time when they ascend.

Because Taoism emphasizes inheritance and salvation, before ascension, it may bestow blessings on the younger generations, leave one or two magic tools, or cut off a demon head who is hiding in the mountains and practicing thousands of miles with a sword.

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After listening to Ye Jian's speech in one breath, Wang Bingquan had learned a lot, and couldn't help sighing:

"Cooperating with ordinary people to pursue a lifetime of martial arts, there is still a long way to go between the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"It's not all like that. People in the world often say that swords are divided into three classes, there is the sword of the emperor, there is the sword of princes, and there is the sword of common people.

Outsiders only think that I am waiting for an ordinary man with a sword, and I can kill a person in ten steps without stopping a thousand miles, but I don't know that this sword can also be divided into upper, middle and lower.

Leaving middle and low for the time being, as far as I know, a high-grade sword can kill an immortal, but this is something that even a hundred swords of the Son of Heaven may not be able to do. "

At this moment, Wang Gangquan was very humble, and said in a warm voice, "I would like to hear more about it."

The old man smiled, "Go, go down and talk."

After finishing speaking, the two headed towards the courtyard.

Hong Mao, who had been waiting to watch the fun, was a little disappointed to see the two talking and not doing anything. Now the two didn't even bother to talk, and they completely lost their thoughts.

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It was night, and the two masters and apprentices who had dinner were enjoying the coolness in the courtyard.

"It's been a few years since I saw you, why did you get together with this old man?" In Wang Gangquan's eyes, all relationships in the world are nothing more than the word "engagement".

The boy scratched his head and said:

"I was practicing sword in the yard that day, and this old man stood outside the fence and watched for a while, and then he started to ramble and find fault.

At first I didn't want to talk to him, but this guy kept talking, so I was so angry that I asked for a competition.

In the end, I lost every time. In the end, I had no choice but to use that trick. Unexpectedly, not only did I not hit the old guy, but I was broken by the wooden sword in the end.

I asked him to pay, but he said he had no money, and I didn't like his broken sword. In the end, we made up our minds and asked him to bring me to the capital to find you. "

Wang Gangquan understood what he said, and after pondering for a while, he said:

"Did he say anything besides accepting you as an apprentice?"

The young man thought for a while and shook his head, "This old man does talk a lot, but most of them are useless nonsense, but on the way here he thought my legs were slow, so he even taught me how to handle a sword."

Wang Gangquan was slightly surprised, "Have you learned it?"

The boy nodded, a little embarrassed and said:

"I have learned it, but I am not very proficient."

Wang Gangquan was even more surprised when he heard this.

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In the southeast corner of the busiest street in the capital, a fortune-telling stall is set up almost every day, rain or shine.

The stall owner is a skinny old man who always wears a flattering smile on his face when he sees people. He looks like a diligent dog leg. This image does not match his cloth banner with the words "by order to open a hexagram" written on it.

Today's Zhou Jiuer can be regarded as a celebrity of this generation. At first, no one knew who he was, but only felt that his purple and gold Taoist robe was expensive. The emperor fortune-telling.

After the news spread, the fortune-telling booth was crowded with people every day, and the business was booming.

After persisting for less than half a month, people gradually realized that this guy didn't seem to have much ability, and his eloquence was a bit sharper than ordinary people, so the number of people who came to fortune-telling became visible to the naked eye.

In the end, there were not many people who came here for a day, only those outsiders who came here would get off their horses and ask about their future, willing to give up their money for a fortune.

In fact, this can’t be blamed on Zhou Jiuer. In order to help Emperor Shun realize his dream of becoming emperor, he lost a lot of life. Later, Emperor Shun asked him to predict the future of the dynasty for the next 300 years, and his life was even more lost.

Now he doesn't need to calculate and knows that he will not live for a few years, and he still wants to see Feng'er get married with his own eyes, so he started to make a living by cheating and abducting.

But from Zhou Jiuer's point of view, this is not a lie. I have a lotus flower in my mouth, and I have said it all. I made the guests happy. This is hard money. The customer spends money to buy happiness, just like going to a brothel to find a girl Reasonable, don't be silly.

Through this kind of teasing, Zhou Jiuer saved a substantial dowry for his daughter. Recently, many young handsome men from the neighborhood have begun to come to propose marriage.

No matter whether these people are here for him, the fifth-rank prison, or for money, Zhou Jiuer is very open. He took the risk of beheading to participate in the rebellion in exchange for glory and wealth, isn't it? In order to let the daughter get married.

As long as the girl has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life, he will have no regrets as a father.

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Zhou Jiuer was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, bored, when a figure stood in front of him.

"Zhou Jianzheng, it's quite leisurely, help me do the divination?"

The old Taoist heard the voice sound familiar, opened his eyes slightly, and found that the person who came was Wang Gangquan, his original happy expression immediately disappeared, and he became frowning.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

It's no wonder that he is upset, every time the other party comes, there must be something bad.

"Don't be like your dead father, who brought you money."

As Wang Gangquan said, he threw a heavy money bag onto the stall, causing the table to tremble.

Zhou Jiuer immediately showed surprise, took the money bag and opened it, and it was full of white money.

"My lord, why is this?" The old man was not stupid, he put the silver back in its original place and asked.

"This is the thank you gift for helping move the grave last time. Take it. I need your help today."

After Wang Gangquan finished speaking, he took out a diagram of the Eight Diagrams and spread it on the table, "Help me see, what does this mean?"

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