Chapter 250 Reincarnation of the First Confucian Saint?
Zhang Yi started from the information of the second generation of Confucian sages. He could at least have some understanding of each generation of Confucian sages and help him complete his tasks better.
After reading the news about the seventeen generations of Confucian saints, Zhang Yi didn't have much fluctuation in his heart. It just recorded their lives and their quatrains, but could this shock Zhang Yi?
However, he discovered a problem. In the history of Confucianism for so many years, there was only one female Confucian saint like Beiling.
It's a pity that Zhang Yi didn't find any record about the Confucian sage pen in it, and he didn't even mention the Confucian sage pen, as if he was deliberately trying to forget the existence of the Confucian sage pen.
"Wait... No, Fang Tiancheng said before that the Confucian Sage Pen was transformed by the heroic spirit of the first Confucian Sage. Doesn't he know the whereabouts of the first Confucian Sage?"
Zhang Yi finally realized something was wrong. Whether Fang Tiancheng was lying to him or Fang Tiancheng got false news, this matter must be clarified.
When Zhang Yi picked up Beiling's information and looked through it, he discovered that Beiling's life was also a legend.
Beiling studied swordsmanship before, but then abandoned swordsmanship to study literature. In just ten years, he became a great emperor with Confucianism and Taoism.
This is where she differs from all Confucian sages. She was the only one who turned to Confucianism halfway and achieved such a high level of achievement, so Beiling's status in Wensheng Academy is also transcendent.
"What a strange woman."
Zhang Yi sighed sincerely, and then walked around the Confucian Sage Pavilion, trying to find books about Confucian Sage Pens, but unfortunately they all failed in the end.
As for the other books, they were not of much use to Zhang Yi. He walked out of the Confucian Saint Pavilion and saw three people still discussing the relationship between Beiling and Taoist Qinglian outside the door.
"Zhang Daoyou, how is it? Have you gained anything?"
Fang Tianli immediately came forward enthusiastically and asked curiously.
Zhang Yi shook his head, "But didn't you say before that the Confucian Sage Pen was made from the heroic spirit of the first generation of Confucian Sages? Why do you still say that you don't know the whereabouts of the first generation of Confucian Sages?"
"Zhang Daoyou, this is a secret that my Confucian school does not teach. Anyway, I am not lying to you. No one really knows the whereabouts of the Confucian sage, not even whether he is dead or alive."
Fang Tiancheng smiled mysteriously and stopped talking in time.
"Is it possible that the first generation of Confucian saints had three bodies?"
For some reason, a figure suddenly flashed in Zhang Yi's mind, and he muttered subconsciously.
But Fang Tiancheng's face was stunned, and he looked at Zhang Yi in great shock, "How did you know about this? I only found out about this some time ago?"
Fang Tiancheng was shocked. He had clearly learned from Beiling that this news was only known to the two of them.
This is something that only contemporary Confucian sages know, and it is an undisclosed secret of Confucianism.
Seeing Fang Tiancheng's appearance, Zhang Yi felt a surge in his heart, "It can't really be him, can it?"
If the first Confucian sage was really the person in his mind, the impact on Zhang Yi would be great.
"Let's go! Fellow Daoist Zhang, follow me to see Master. This matter is of great importance."
Fang Tiancheng no longer wanted to gossip, so he took Zhang Yi and prepared to go to Beiling.
Shen Wangu and Ren Qianchou stared at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces, "What's going on? Didn't they just talk about three separate bodies? As for such a big reaction?"
They obviously haven't realized the seriousness of the matter.
Only then did Fang Tiancheng remember that there were two more people, and turned back, "You two should follow me too!"
"Forget it." Fang Tiancheng shook his head and said directly: "Sheng said: We should be in front of the master."
Following a burst of space fluctuations, several people appeared in front of Beiling instantly.
Shen Wangu must have felt envious before he was replaced, but now he sneered and sneered: "Isn't it just that I'm a good talker? My speed is not bad either."
This clearly means sour grapes if you can’t eat them.
"Why are you so anxious?"
Beiling glanced at Fang Tiancheng with some displeasure, seeing how frizzy he was.
Just now, she was still arguing with Taoist Qinglian. If she hadn't sensed the space fluctuations in advance, her relationship with Taoist Qinglian would have been exposed.
"Master, I suspect that Zhang Daoyou may be the reincarnation of the first Confucian sage."
Fang Tiancheng glanced at Zhang Yi, his eyes were extremely complicated, he took a deep breath and spoke word by word.
Beiling also stood up in a flash, put his hands on Zhang Yi, but felt that Zhang Yi's body was full of literary energy, but he could not see through Zhang Yi's true identity at all.
"Tiancheng! The life and death of the first generation of Confucian saints are unknown, so be careful!"
Beiling frowned and blamed.
And the way she looked at Zhang Yi became more and more weird. At least she couldn't see through Zhang Yi yet, especially the bottomless literary spirit in Zhang Yi's body, which was simply terrifying.
"Master, I am not talking nonsense, I have evidence."
When Fang Tiancheng saw that Beiling didn't believe him, he immediately became anxious, "Master, didn't you say before that the first generation of Confucian sages had three branches/incarnations? Only contemporary Confucian sages know about this?"
"And just now, when I didn't say anything, Taoist friend Zhang went to the Confucian Sage Pavilion, and when he came out, he asked me if the first generation of Confucian sages had three incarnations?"
Fang Tiancheng looked extremely serious and said sincerely.
Apart from the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, Fang Tiancheng could not think of other possibilities.
Hearing this, Beiling also frowned. Of course she knew that what Fang Tiancheng said was true, but she just couldn't believe that there would be a reincarnation of the first Confucian saint.
Taoist Priest Qinglian joked with a smile: "I didn't expect that my nephew Zhang Yi has such a big background."
"Young Supreme, the reincarnation of the first Confucian sage, both of them are extraordinary beings."
Taoist Priest Qinglian smacked his tongue repeatedly, wishing he could immediately confirm Zhang Yi's identity as the reincarnation of the first Confucian saint.
"Qinglian, don't talk nonsense about this matter, it concerns my Confucian path!"
Beiling gave a serious warning and looked at Zhang Yi, who was deep in thought.
"Master, if he is not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, why is he so talented? And you also saw his reaction at the Wensheng Platform. If he is not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, he can erase everyone's handwriting?"
"I remember that when you entered Wensheng Academy, you still had dozens of handwritings left, right?"
Fang Tiancheng was extremely excited. If Zhang Yizhen was the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, then Fang Tiancheng would definitely go down in history.
Zhang Yi listened to Fang Tiancheng's analysis, and for a moment he almost believed that he was the first generation of Confucian saints, but he knew his origin better than anyone else.
He cannot be the reincarnation of the first Confucian sage!
Beiling suddenly felt that what Fang Tiancheng said was reasonable. She had seen Zhang Yi's performance before, especially the quatrains left on the Wen Sheng Platform. Even she felt ashamed. If it were not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, it would be very difficult. It's hard to do this.
Especially when Zhang Yi accurately stated the three incarnations of the first generation of Confucian saints, Beiling's heart was shocked beyond words.
"Zhang Yi, why do you know that the first generation of Confucian saints had three bodies?"
Beiling asked in a deep voice, a pressure coming towards Zhang Yi, forcing him to tell the truth.