Chapter 250 The first generation of Confucian saints reincarnated?
Zhang Yi started with the information of the second generation of Confucian saints, and at least he could have some understanding of each generation of Confucian saints, and could also help him complete the task better.
After reading the news about the seventeen generations of Confucian saints, Zhang Yi didn’t have much fluctuations in his heart. He just recorded their lives and quatrains, but how could this amazed Zhang Yi?
However, he found a problem: In the history of Confucianism, only a female Confucian saint, such as Beiling, has emerged for so many years.
It’s just a pity that Zhang Yi did not find any records about Confucian sages in it, nor did he even mention Confucian sages, as if he was deliberately forgetting the existence of Confucian sages.
"Wait... it's wrong. Fang Tiancheng said before that the Confucian Saint's pen was transformed by the heroic spirits of the first generation of Confucian Saint. Don't you know the whereabouts of the first generation of Confucian Saint?"
Zhang Yi finally realized something was wrong. Whether Fang Tiancheng was lying to him or what Fang Tiancheng got was fake news, he must figure it out.
When Zhang Yi picked up Beiling's information and read it, he found that Beiling's life was also a legend.
Before, Beiling practiced swordsmanship, and then abandoned swordsmanship, and achieved great emperors through Confucianism and Taoism in just ten years.
This is also the difference between her and all Confucian saints. She is the only one who practices Confucianism and Taoism halfway, and has achieved such a high achievement, so Beiling's status in Wensheng Academy is also transcendent.
"What a strange woman."
Zhang Yi sighed sincerely, then walked around the Rusheng Pavilion again, trying to find books about the Rusheng Pen, but unfortunately they all returned in vain.
As for other books, they were not very useful to Zhang Yi. They walked out of the Religious Saint Pavilion, but saw the three of them discussing the relationship between Beiling and Taoist Master Qinglian outside the door.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, how? Are you gaining something?"
Fang Tianxing Ma came up enthusiastically and asked with a curious look on his face.
Zhang Yi shook his head, "But didn't you say before that the Confucian Saint's pen was made by the heroic spirit of the first generation of Confucian Saint? Why do you still say that you don't know the whereabouts of the first generation of Confucian Saint?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is the secret that I do not pass on Confucianism. Anyway, I have not lie to you. No one knows the whereabouts of Confucian sages, and they are not even clear about whether they are dead or alive."
Fang Tiancheng smiled mysteriously and stopped his words in time.
"Is it possible that the first generation of Confucians and Saints had three divisions/body?"
For some reason, a figure suddenly flashed in Zhang Yi's mind and muttered subconsciously.
But when Fang Tiancheng looked surprised, he looked at Zhang Yi in shock, "How did you know about this? I only knew about this a while ago?"
Fang Tiancheng was shocked. He had clearly learned the news from Beiling before, only the master and disciple knew about it.
This is also something that only contemporary Confucian sages will know, and it is also the secret of Confucianism.
Seeing Fang Tiancheng's appearance, Zhang Yi felt a huge wave in his heart, "It's not really him, right?"
If the first generation of Confucian Sheng was really the person in his mind, the impact on Zhang Yi would be considered a big deal.
"Let's go! Fellow Daoist Zhang, follow me to see Master, this is of great importance."
Fang Tiancheng no longer had the intention to gossip, so he pulled Zhang Yi and prepared to find Beiling.
Shen Wangu and Ren Qianchou stared at each other with confusion on their faces, "What's going on? Didn't you just talk about the three parts? As for such a big reaction?"
They obviously haven't realized the seriousness of the matter yet.
Then Fang Tiancheng remembered that there were two more people who turned around and came back, "You two will follow us!"
"Forget it." Fang Tiancheng shook his head and said directly: "The Holy One: We should be in front of the Master."
Accompanied by a wave of space, several people appeared in front of Beiling in an instant.
If Chen Wangu had changed before, he would definitely have been envious, but now he sneered and said sarcastically: "Isn't it just that he is so good at talking? My speed is not bad."
This is obviously because you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour.
"Why are you so anxious?"
Beiling glanced at Fang Tiancheng with some displeasure, what kind of impetuousness is?
She was still arguing with Taoist Master Qinglian just now. If she hadn't felt the fluctuations in the space in advance, she would have been exposed.
"Master, I suspect that fellow Taoist Zhang may be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints."
Fang Tiancheng glanced at Zhang Yi, his eyes were extremely complicated, he took a deep breath, and said word by word.
Beiling also stood up and put his hands on Zhang Yi, but he felt the aura of heaven on Zhang Yi's body, but he could not see through Zhang Yi's background.
"Natural success! The life and death of the first generation of Confucian saints are unknown, be careful of their words!"
Beiling frowned and blamed.
The look she looked at Zhang Yi became more and more strange. At least she could not see through Zhang Yi at this moment, especially the bottomless literary spirit in Zhang Yi's body was so terrifying.
"Master, I didn't say nonsense, I have a basis."
Fang Tiancheng saw that Beiling did not believe him, so he immediately became anxious, "Master, didn't you say that the first generation of Confucian sages had three divisions/body, only contemporary Confucian sages would know about it?"
"Just just now, fellow Taoist Zhang went to the Confucian Saint Pavilion and came out to ask me if the first generation of Confucian Saint had three divisions/body?"
Fang Tiancheng looked extremely serious and said sincerely.
Apart from the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, Fang Tiancheng really couldn't imagine other possibilities.
Upon hearing this, Beiling also frowned. Of course, she knew that what Fang Tiancheng said was true, but she couldn't believe that there would be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints.
Taoist Master Qinglian quipped with a smile: "I didn't expect that my junior Zhang Yi has such a big background."
"The young supreme, the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, is an incredible existence."
Taoist Master Qinglian was amazed and wished to immediately realize Zhang Yi's identity as the reincarnation of the first Confucian saint.
"Qinglian, don't talk nonsense about this matter, it's related to my Confucian way!"
Beiling warned with a serious expression and watched Zhang Yi fall into deep thought.
"Master, if he had not been reincarnated by the first generation of Confucian saint, why would he have such great talent? And you have also seen his reaction at Wenshengtai. If he had not been reincarnated by the first generation of Confucian saint, could he have used the handwriting to erase everyone?"
"I remember when you entered Wensheng Academy, there were still dozens of handwriting left?"
Fang Tiancheng was extremely excited. If Zhang Yi was really the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, then Fang Tiancheng would definitely be a name that was left in history.
Zhang Yi listened to Fang Tiancheng's analysis, and for a moment, he almost believed that he was the first Confucian saint who passed down from generation to generation, but he knew his origin compared to anyone.
He cannot be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints!
Beiling suddenly felt that what Fang Tiancheng said made sense. She saw Zhang Yi's previous performance, especially the quatrain left on the Wensheng Platform. Even she felt inferior. If it weren't for the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, she would have felt very good. It's hard to achieve this.
Especially when Zhang Yi accurately spoke out the three realms of the first generation of Confucian saints, the shock in Beiling's heart could no longer be described in words.
"Zhang Yi, why did you know that the first generation of Confucian sages had three divisions/body?"
Beiling asked in a deep voice, a pressure towards Zhang Yi's oppression, forcing him to tell the truth.