"The goddess has a heart, but I have no dreams!"
For a moment, everyone sighed.
Meton's poem described himself as a monk who was focused on cultivation. He was conflicted when he encountered the temptations of the mortal world, but at the same time, he expressed his resolute rejection.
"To be able to obtain this poem, I have no regrets!" The melodious voice sounded again. This time, there was a hint of relief in her voice.
Meton immediately let out a sigh of relief. He waved his hand and said, "Come, send these girls away. Make sure that their reputation is not tarnished."
As soon as Meton finished speaking, more than ten of Mo Jiazi's brothers took over the coachmen. These girls naturally would not let their families know that they had come to the Mo Estate. The carriages they had hired were all from Chang 'an City. If the blabbermouthed coachmen spread the news, it would be bad for their reputation. Meton's move could be said to be a foolproof plan.
Most of the coachmen readily gave up their carriages. After all, the Mo Family's village made four-wheeled carriages. Naturally, they would not embezzle their own carriages. If there was any damage, they might be able to compensate with a new four-wheeled carriage. Some of the coachmen wanted to resist, but they immediately quieted down after receiving a silver ingot.
"Jia!"
The four-wheeled carriages sped away. Only then did the farce of the girls slowly come to an end. As the crowd outside the Mo Estate left, the news quickly spread throughout Chang 'an City.
"Using water to measure gold."
In the Pan Family Restaurant, when everyone heard that Mo Jiazi had used such a simple method to determine whether the gold was pure or not, they could not help but exclaim that it was ingenious. Although there was no such thing as density, it was common knowledge that wood was light and big while metal was heavy and small. Naturally, they could accept Meton's method of measuring the purity of gold.
"Mo Jiazi is indeed knowledgeable! Old Man said that it would not be difficult for him! " Juren Sun said as if he had expected it. Little did he know that he was just waiting to see Mo Jiazi make a fool of himself.
"Who would have thought that the problem that countless people in the Tang dynasty had solved in the Far West for hundreds of years?" Shopkeeper Pan couldn't help but sigh.
"The way I see it, Mo Jiazi is only controlling the Outer Realm Secret Technique all by himself." A scholarly scholar said, unconvinced.
Many people nodded in agreement. Mo Jiazi was not using his own abilities; he was simply using the methods of the Mo Family outside the realm.
"Even if that's the case, the Outer Realm Secret Technique is in the Far West Country. No one is stopping you from taking it. Why do you have to be so jealous and gossip here?" A black-clothed brawny man mocked.
"You …" The scholar immediately became speechless. The country of the far west was tens of thousands of li away, so how could they possibly know? The only way was through the western region merchants. One could well imagine that if the western region distinguished meeting was held again this year, the foreign extreme arts would definitely be sought after by countless people.
Shopkeeper Pan immediately tried to smooth things over and said, "Although the Mo Family's Art of Gold Discernment was a secret technique from the outer realm, that poem was truly talented."
This time, everyone couldn't help but nod. Mo Jiazi had solved the problem with the Outer Realm Secret Technique, but for a woman who was infatuated with love, how could it be so easy to reason it out? Mo Jiazi's poem was very ingenious in resolving the situation.
"… I didn't disappoint Tathagata, I didn't disappoint you!" Juren Sun reread Meton's poem and couldn't help but sigh.
"Tathagata! Isn't that a Buddhist story? "The scholar asked doubtfully.
"I didn't expect Mo Jiazi to be so proficient in Buddhism. Not to mention the fact that Mo Jiazi controlled the Outer Realm Secret Technique, just the fact that he was proficient in a hundred schools of thought is enough to make me blush with shame!" Juren Sun nodded and sighed. Within the Hundred Schools of Thought, Buddhism was not included. Buddhism was spread from the Western Regions during the Western Han Dynasty.
There was a saying in the later generations that was very suitable for everyone's thoughts. That saying was not to be afraid of others being better than you, but to be afraid of those better than you working harder than you.
After all, Mo Jiazi was said to be in charge of a school of thought and had mastered the Outer Realm Secret Technique. More importantly, he was also proficient in a hundred schools of thought. In terms of knowledge, Mo Jiazi was directly superior to everyone else.
"This time, not only did Mo Jiazi preserve his reputation, he also preserved the reputation of the women. I heard that the coachmen who stayed in the Mo Family Village all signed confidentiality agreements. If anyone dares to speak nonsense, they will not be forgiven." Shopkeeper Pan sighed.
What made everyone gasp in admiration was that the Mo Clan's disciples had displayed an excellent gentleman's demeanor. How was it possible for the Mo Clan's disciples to escort the women away in the end? This was even more amazing. In this way, no one would know the women's identities, and the women's reputation would be preserved.
"Didn't you say to send those women to the Golden Jade Tower for testing?" The strong man in black was puzzled.
The scholar looked at him as if he was an idiot and said, "If only you had ten percent of Mo Jiazi's IQ."
The strong man in black suddenly stood up and roared, "Sour scholar, how dare you humiliate me!"
The scholar laughed and said, "Humiliating you is praising you. How can the golden threads in the hands of those women be real? Why would they go to the Golden Jade Tower to humiliate themselves?"
The scholar had just been angered by the strong man in black, and now it was a good time to vent his anger.
Everyone suddenly understood, and the strong man in black sat down awkwardly.
The Huichang Temple in Jincheng Square was a famous temple in Chang 'an City. The temple was very prosperous, and there was an endless stream of good men and women who came to worship.
In the temple, a handsome young monk was performing a ritual seriously. The female benefactors coming and going couldn't help but glance at this person's face.
The shy women stole a few glances and blushed. There were even some bold women who teased this young monk.
"It's a pity that such a handsome young man became a monk!"
When the young man was young and ignorant, how could he not notice the burning gazes? His heart could not help but be distracted, and he did not even know that he was doing the wrong ritual.
"Nianji! Your heart is in a mess! "Behind him, an old monk chanted the name of Buddha.
The young monk suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He quickly held his breath and controlled his mind. After a long time, he turned back and said calmly, "Nianji is in the wrong. Please forgive me, master."
"Worrying too much about love harms the path of Brahma. Entering the mountain, I am afraid of losing the city. How can there be a perfect way in the world to live up to both Buddha and you?" The old monk was reciting. Nianji listened and could not help but be stunned. This poem seemed to be written for him.
"This is Mo Jiazi's new work. I have specially recited this poem for you today. I hope you can stay true to your heart. Once you enter Buddhism, you must purify your six senses. Don't be greedy for worldly affairs," the old monk advised.
Now that Taoism had refined the Elixir of Immortality, in addition to the secret hair-dyeing technique of External Alchemy, their reputation was greatly boosted. They had attracted a large number of believers in an instant. The number of believers in the temple had greatly decreased. Buddhism was in a difficult situation. Now that the Hundred Schools of Thought were on the rise, and Buddhism's great master, Master Xuanzang, had gone to India. If Buddhism did not work hard, they would be left far behind by the Hundred Schools of Thought.
Nianji was the Buddhist disciple that he valued the most. His understanding of Zen and wisdom were first class. He was already familiar with the scriptures and Zen at a young age. In time, he would definitely be able to carry the banner of Buddhism against the Hundred Schools of Thought.
However, Nianji's biggest flaw was that he was born with good looks. This was naturally a great thing for an ordinary person, but it was a fatal flaw for a Buddhist who practiced abstinence.
"Mo Jiazi!"
Nianji's heart skipped a beat. Regarding Mo Jiazi's great name, even though he had been practicing hard in the temple, he had heard of it for a long time.
In fact, what he knew was no less than the old monk. In his heart, Yuan Xi was already familiar with the Green Jade Case. If such a day really came, would he be able to look back and see the person under the waning light? Would he be able to live up to both Buddha and Qing?
"Nianji will follow your teachings, master."
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