"Are the Confucian, Daoist, and Dao-Buddha Paths my only options?"
Lin Ke frowned.
Honestly, none of them really spoke to him.
Did he approve of the Buddhist School?
Parts of it, perhaps.
In the modern world of his previous life, Buddhists did no productive work and created no value. Instead, they demanded advanced degrees for admission, then swindled people out of incense offerings, with every abbot sitting on a mountain of assets.
He disliked those false Buddhists.
What little approval he had was reserved for the truly eminent monks who could barely feed themselves but still wished to deliver all living beings from suffering.
Unfortunately, such people were rare in the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty.
The Daoist School was much the same.
They all claimed to yearn for mountain forests, yet still drove BMWs and chased beautiful women.
Their mouths spoke of carefree contentment, but their bodies were all too honest.
Even the likes of Laozi and Zhuangzi had contradicted their own words with their actions in his previous life.
On the one hand, they told everyone that the natural state was what they loved most.
On the other, they could hardly wait for others to govern nations using their Daoist philosophy.
If everyone cultivated immortality and sought Dao enlightenment, who would sweep the streets, plant rice, build houses, and defend the homeland?
As for the Confucian School, it was even worse.
People whose mouths overflowed with archaic scholarly jargon were everywhere, but how many truly "worried before all beneath heaven worried, and rejoiced only after all beneath heaven rejoiced"?
Lin Ke was torn.
If none of the Confucian, Daoist, or Dao-Buddha Paths would do, what could he pursue?
Just as Lin Ke pondered this, a sound rang out again.
"Ding!!"
"The paths of the hundred schools lie beneath your