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

"He's on the fifth floor."

All the candidates were excited, and everyone was cheering for Shen Wuming. This was the pride of their Zhongshan County candidates.

When the person in front is very close to them, everyone refuses to admit defeat and even wants to surpass him.

But when the distance was so far that one could only vaguely see his back, everyone was left with only admiration.

This is the case for the candidates in Zhongshan County at this time.

And the examiners were all dumbfounded. Many of them had not invigilated the autumn examination before.

There may not be any candidates who can climb to the fifth floor.

Even if we look at Dingzhou and even the entire Northern Han Dynasty, he is truly the proud son of heaven.

It used to be something like an urban legend, but now it appeared naked in front of them.

The government officials dispatched from Zhongshan County couldn't help but come over, all staring at the Confucian Temple.

Although you can't see clearly what's inside, you can see that the fifth floor is brightly lit.

"What's going on inside? Why is there such a big movement?"

Chu Pingshan and Tan Qingzhi were all placed on the outside to guard against the appearance of any monsters.

Not sure what's going on inside.

I just heard an explosion from inside from time to time, and vaguely something like haggardness.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Chu Pingshan looked at Tan Qingzhi beside him, "I seemed to hear my son-in-law's name."

"You're fucking dreaming..."

Tan Qingzhi was about to spray him, but his ears twitched slightly and he hesitated: "Are my ears broken? I seem to have heard it too."

They really wanted to go in and see what happened, but unfortunately, they were on a mission and couldn't escape.

Pei Mao and the others saw the situation clearly, and they all looked at each other with extremely solemn expressions.

Pei Mao held the tea cup in his hand. His joints were turning white, but he still didn't let go.

"I am facing the sun, and my eyes are clear again."

Pei Mao couldn't help laughing as he muttered these words, "Hahaha, hahaha..."

"Okay, this guy is good. I was right about him. He really lived up to my expectations."

Pei Mao didn't expect that this guy would be able to perform such an amazing move in the end!

People like Lu Yuansheng were also relatively speechless.

Putting themselves in their shoes, if they were in that situation, the most they could do would be to serve the country with their own lives.

But Shen Wuming just tried his best to survive, and finally made a comeback and regained the Central Plains Dynasty.

How clever is this?

How patient is this?

How magnanimous is this?

Everyone was deeply impressed at this moment. In reality, Shen Wuming would be famous enough to go down in history.

…

Shen Wuming looked in front of him blankly, his mind still digesting all the things he had just experienced.

He has lost the concept of time and doesn't know how much time has passed.

However, he remembered everything at this time, and the dazed feeling completely dissipated.

"Is this...the Confucian Temple?"

Shen Wuming gave a bitter smile. No wonder everyone encounters different things. How can this be the same?

Every choice will trigger a different future, which... is comparable to a quantum computer!

"After all these years, someone finally came to see me."

A hoarse female voice sounded, and Shen Wuming glanced ahead, but did not find anyone there.

I couldn't help feeling secretly frightened, and then I became a little more careful and looked around cautiously.

"Stop being so sneaky, I'm right in front of you, do you see it?"

The sound sounded again, and Shen Wuming looked forward, but all he saw in front of him was steaming clouds and shrouded in smoke.

There were dozens of statues standing, and in the middle was a statue of Saint Kong, which he recognized.

"Are you...Sage Kong?"

Shen Wuming was a little hesitant. The voice sounded like a woman just now. Could it be that Kong Shengren...

Just when he started to think wildly, the voice suddenly became violent.

"You are Kong Lao Er, and your whole family is Kong Lao Er."

The voice suddenly became violent, "Can't you take two steps forward? In front of Kong Laoer."

Shen Wuming hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to take two steps forward and came under the statue.

Only then did I feel the magnificence of the dozens of statues, especially the statue of Confucius in the middle, which was like a cloud in the sky.

Under the platform of the statue of Kong Sheng, there is a statue only the size of a fist.

I don't know what the statue is made of. It's pitch black and has tiny red runes all over it.

The expression is lifelike, the expression is ferocious, and the eyes are sinister. At first glance, he is not a good thing.

"Is it you?" Shen Wuming hesitated.

"It's your aunt." The voice came from the statue, "What's your name?"

"I...Junior Shen Wuming." Shen Wuming hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to call himself junior.

Although I don't know what happened, I don't know where this statue came from.

But being able to be placed with Confucius and the Seventy-Two Sages must have some background.

He is a Confucian monk himself, so he calls himself a junior, which is reasonable.

"Don't call me senior, just call me aunt."

The voice seemed a little arrogant, "Do you know what this level is for?"

"I don't know." Shen Wuming lowered his attitude, "Please give me some advice."

"Well, my aunt's voice sounds nice, so my aunt will give you some advice."

The voice seemed very satisfied, "In short, you just need to write a few words in this level."

"You can write anything, and then you will get gifts from Confucius and his stupid disciples."

"If you satisfy me, I can give you some gifts."

After the voice fell, the black sculpture emitted a faint light, and then four jade plates appeared on it.

The first jade plate: Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. Confucius.

The second jade plate: A bowl of rice and a gourd of water, people can't bear the worry, but Hui does not change his joy. Yan Hui.

The third jade plate: I examine myself three times a day: Am I unfaithful when I work for others? Am I untrustworthy when I make friends? Do I practice what I have learned? Zeng Shen.

The fourth jade plate: Wealth and honor cannot corrupt, poverty and humbleness cannot move, and might and force cannot bend. Mencius.

Shen Wuming looked at it. These are the legendary four saints of Confucianism, but his favorite one is not there.

"Why is Xunzi not here?" Shen Wuming was a little confused.

Although he has always wanted to practice Confucianism, he does not agree with many of its ideas from the bottom of his heart.

Many of them are sour Confucianists, and he likes Xunzi's views the most.

Human nature is evil.

"You like Xunzi too?"

The voice seemed a little happy, "Hey, I have met a fellow traveler, but it's a pity..."

"Those sour Confucianists hate Xunzi so much. If Xunzi was not the best fighter, he would have been expelled from Confucianism."

"But even so, he can't even think of becoming one of the Four Saints, let alone engraving his own Taoism in the Confucian Temple..."

The voice was a little long, and he sighed for a long time before talking about business, "Okay, write yours quickly."

As soon as she finished speaking, a stream of light surged out of the void, fell in front of Shen Wuming, and turned into a jade plate.