Looking at the middle-aged man carrying a compass on his back, I was stunned.

Because this person is not someone else, but the torn Taoist priest I met outside Wanshou Palace not long ago, the Taoist priest who dressed himself up like Jigong.

How could this treacherous Taoist priest appear in the Ming Dynasty? Could it be that he is also an ancient?

Thinking of this, I stared at the Taoist priest in the picture, and saw the man unknowingly walking to a stream beside the grassland.

Looking at the clear stream, perhaps seeing his haggard appearance on the water surface, the man murmured to himself: "How can the stream stones fall, how can the stream water be cool? Sitting on the stones to play with the stream water, happily washing my tassels. The stream water is clear and it will shine on me white..."

As he said that, the man unloaded a gourd-filled wine from his waist, raised his head and drank it in big mouthfuls, drunk, lost intently, and unconscious.

Finally, the man fell head-on to the edge of the stream, muttering to himself: "In a hundred years, how can my way be accomplished, how can my way be accomplished!"

The man muttered and fell asleep by the stream.

"I, I, I, I, I seem to know who he is!" After hearing the man's words, Zhu Xunuo's face was full of incredibleness.

"who?"

"Making virtue and making meritorious words..."

What?

"If nothing unexpected happens, he, he, he is Wang Yangming, the last saint in my country's feudal history!"

When I heard Zhu Xunuo say that this person was Wang Mingming, I widened my eyes. I heard from my grandmother that Wang Yangming was the first person in the Feng Shui circle to perfectly integrate Taoism and Buddhism and Confucianism.

I clearly remember that when grandma talked to me about Wang Yangming's enlightenment, a hint of unpredictable smile appeared on her face. I asked grandma why she smiled, but grandma stopped talking.

"Wang, Wang, Wang Yangming is a person from the age of the God of War. If it were the treacherous Taoist we saw, wouldn't it mean that the world is already in chaos and there is no distinction between yin and yang?" I said with wide eyes.

When he heard me say the son of the God of War, Zhu Xunuo looked at me with confusion on his face and asked, "Who is the first God of War in the Ming Dynasty?"

"Zhu Qizhen!" I said.

After hearing what I said, Zhu Xunuo rolled his eyes and said, "Don't take the jokes online seriously!"

Just as Zhu Xunuo and I were talking to each other, the man sleeping by the stream muttered to himself, turning around and turning into the stream.

What surprised me was that after Wang Yangming fell into the stream, he did not sink, but floated on the surface of the stream, and fell asleep peacefully on the water.

Wang Yangming, who was sleeping, still murmured: "When will I realize the truth, when will I become a saint, how will my path be achieved in the end, how will my path be achieved in the end..."

Zhu Xunuo told me that Wang Yangming is a very powerful person. He studied literature when he was young and martial arts in middle age. Later, he sought Taoism and Buddhism, and in the end he wanted to become a saint.

It is said that there is no perfect person in this world, but Mr. Yangming is different. He can achieve great success in everything he learns.

As the night came, Wang Yangming, who was lying in the water, was still muttering: "If you can't become the top scholar in literature, you can't be the first in martial arts, you can't pursue the heavenly master, and if you don't take the big shots, I'm afraid I will never be able to become a saint in my life..."

When Wang Yangming said that he would never reach the height of a saint in his life, I saw a burst of evil spirits appearing in his body.

"Lao Tzu talks about inaction, and Confucius talks about being proactive. If you want to become a saint, should you be inaction or inaction?"
Chapter completed!