Undoubtedly, Jue was a character who loved reading books, tea, and flowers.

Under the tutelage of a certain feudalistic patriarch who wished to remain anonymous, Jue would go down the mountain to learn from contemporary masters every time, except for one instance when she was startled by a teacher, it was mostly a harmonious picture.

Although the literati of that era were a little brave, the books were serious books.

Whether in terms of weight or content, they were quite hardcore.

After the invention of movable type printing in the Song Dynasty.

Civil officials galloped down the road of physical weakness.

The price of books gradually fell, leading to the increasing circulation of popular novels during the Ming Dynasty.

And in the era that Jue was in, books were very orthodox texts. In short, the girl who habitually acquired knowledge through words was subjected to a super-saturated bombardment of modern information. The atmosphere in front of her, in many, many texts, whether classic or more widely circulated, could find similar scenes.

For example, Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, or the Romance of the Western Chamber, or Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

The girl's brain almost turned into mush. Looking at Wei Yuan's approaching face, she was nervous and almost subconsciously wanted to punch him, then turn around and run. Her body was so tense that she couldn't move. For some reason, the face of the not-so-good-looking teacher, who taught her boxing techniques cheerfully, appeared in her mind.

But he didn't teach her principles.

"You already understand a lot, but a gentle nature must also have the power to resist."

"Kindness without limits is not kindness."

"Or you might want to learn some axe techniques."

The tall teacher joked with a smile.

Later generations might think that the old man was ignorant, rigid and traditional, but the rigid old man on the book could decide how to teach his disciples according to their aptitude. He wanted the brave to be able to think, the eloquent to be able to be down-to-earth, and the talented to have virtue.

Regardless of their background or experience, the teacher could find a path suitable for them.

Therefore, among his disciples were those with noble virtues like Ziyuan, and those with talents enough to be kings of the south like Ran Yong; there were Duanmu Ci, who had served as ministers of two countries, then resigned to engage in business, and was rich in the world; and there was Ziyou, who returned south, opened the path to the southeast, and started the literary tradition of the Jiangnan region.

Even Zilu, the ultimate brute, still received guidance for the road ahead here.

The so-called teacher is precisely the origin of the four words "education for all" in the world.

Before meeting him, they were poor youths, thugs on the road, and arrogant children of aristocratic families who only knew how to race horses and fight chickens, living a carefree life.

After meeting him, they were sages known throughout the world, generals commanding thousands of chariots, wealthy merchants, southern teachers who opened up the southern literary tradition, the teacher of the famous general Wu Qi. Almost every one of the seventy-two people had something they were good at: swordsmanship, the six arts, politics, military strategy, business. Even Zhantai Mieming, who was despised by Confucius, once beheaded a dragon with a sword and had three hundred disciples traveling and studying.

The teacher saw at a glance that the girl in front of him was kind-hearted, so he didn't teach her principles, but only taught her boxing techniques.

"When you are nervous."

"Don't clench your fists, relax a little, and then whip out like a whip."

"A gentleman is slow to speak but quick to act."

"Instead of speaking through language, it is better to express it through physical action."

"For example…"

"For example, if you have a grudge against someone, instead of scolding him, it is better to punch him in the face. This is more effective. A gentleman should pursue the most effective choice, so we generally take action without being wordy. This is called being slow to speak but quick to act."

Of course, the one who said this was not the teacher, but the youth named Zilu.

His face was full of disdain.

Zilu's past will not be mentioned for the time being. He was truly subdued by the teacher.

But even the teacher's teachings could not break the virtue and character of this sage.

This sentence is really not a joke.

He was always able to absorb the nourishment he needed from the teacher's words, and improve his way of understanding the world and all things. The representative of this sentence in practice was that even someone like the teacher could not help but smile bitterly: "Since I have you, I have not heard bad words."

The teacher had a good temper and didn't care, and was unwilling to take action.

So the direct consequence was.

Since Zilu entered the school for a year, no one had ever spoken ill of the teacher again.

And at this moment, the experiences in her past memories emerged. The girl clenched her fists, as if she was about to learn from Zilu and sweep a standard punch on Wei's jaw, but these were just surging memories and thoughts that flashed through her mind like birds.

She was so nervous that she couldn't move.

Outside the museum, Grandmaster Yuanjue rode his bicycle back leisurely.

He greeted the neighbors on the old street cheerfully while riding his bike.

It's winter.

Have you stocked up on Chinese cabbage?

Have you stocked up on white radish?

Cabbage and radish ensure peace...

The great monk came back with a large amount of amazing ingredients, and was about to carry things into the door when the corner of his eye saw the museum owner and the flower shop owner looking at each other. The atmosphere seemed a little subtle. The great monk's eyes widened, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Whoosh.

Before Wei could discover it, he used the Buddhist supernatural power of instantaneous movement to appear in the corner of the wall.

Pa.

A cabbage swayed and fell.

Catch it for me!

At the critical moment, the great monk stretched out his left leg and made a high-standard front kick, directly supporting the cabbage, stabilizing it in a standard Arhat pose, his eyes bright and staring at the scene in front of him.

Amitabha…

Yuanjue sighed in his heart.

Museum owner Wei, you finally came to your senses.

Then there was a little regret.

Unfortunately, unfortunately, I can't convert you to Buddhism in this life.

Unable to see you with a green lamp and ancient Buddha, entering my Buddhist sect.

It's a pity.

It's a pity…

While Yuanjue was staring at the museum, a voice came from behind, curiously: "It's you, Master. What are you doing here? Why don't you go in?" Turning his head, it was the spirit of a soldier who was out for a walk, about to open the door.

Suddenly, a hand pressed on the soldier's shoulder.

"Huh?"

"What... ah!"

As soon as the soldier turned his head, he was pulled back by the great monk as if he was being pulled by a thousand mammoths. His face was confused and he didn't know what he was doing, and then a happy voice came: "Wow, great monk, you're back from buying vegetables? What are we eating today..."

Before the painter ghost could finish speaking, the Buddhist monk stretched out his hand and directly moved the painter ghost to his side with a ray of Buddha's light, carefully put down the cabbage, and put his finger to his lips: "Shh..."

The painter ghost looked at Yuanjue and then at the museum.

Thoughtfully.

He gave a thumbs up.

"Understood!"

"Excellent painting material."

The painter ghost's eyes flickered with light.

He took out his drawing board from his back, just like a swordsman drawing his sword.

Calling Tushan, calling Tushan, code name Vodka is ready.

Then he looked at the great monk with an expression that you can trust me, I am an expert:

"Do you want r18+ or all ages?"

"I recommend all ages. Although I have imagination, I'm afraid the museum owner will become angry and kill me directly."

Yuanjue: "…………"

While one person and two ghosts were waiting for the situation to develop, the sound of an engine roaring came from the alley of the old street. It was Zhang Hao from the Special Operations Team, who came to freeload a meal, appearing here openly. The great monk stepped out and activated his supernatural power of instantaneous movement.

Zhang Hao was driving, chatting casually with Xiang Hongbao in the passenger seat.

Only a loud crash was heard.

The vehicle, capable of ramming into monsters, stopped directly in place, and a shining bald head appeared in front of it.

A moment later, the armored pickup truck, capable of head-on collision with a rhino demon, was carefully parked aside by the great monk. Then, Yuanjue, with one arm around each burly man, appeared at the door of the museum, without making a sound at all.

This poor monk has made a great vow.

Today, no one can enter this door!

The contemporary patriarch of the Yogacara school, and its only member, put his hands together, his Dharma appearance solemn.

With heart-to-heart communication, his voice was like thunder.

Sakyamuni Buddha may be fake.

But this poor monk's CP must be real!

………………

Because a certain great monk directly unfolded the Buddhist domain outside the door.

Wei Yuan was not affected in the slightest, perhaps because he was too invested, so he completely failed to hear the movement outside. He explained with difficulty: "Jue, in that video, it's me, but it's not me. It's a very difficult thing to explain..."

"It's like the Hetu Luoshu, do you understand? Like the experience in Peach Blossom Spring."

"They're all fake. I didn't do those things."

"Those things?"

The girl was confused, blinked her eyes, and subconsciously said:

"Could it be... you didn't post a selfie video?"

"Selfie…"

Wei Yuan's voice stopped abruptly, and then his brain started to work rapidly. At this moment, Qi and he were together, and at this moment, A-Liang's EQ appeared in the depths of his mind. This was an unparalleled opportunity. Wei Yuan recognized the current situation in less than a second.

He said with a dry smile: "Yes, yes... haha, it's a selfie, it's a selfie."

The girl took a slight breath, her face slightly red, her voice slightly trembling, and said:

"So, what do you want to say?"

"What do I want to say…"

Wei Yuan looked at the girl, and the mentality of wanting to retreat disappeared in an instant, replaced by a clear courage that filled his chest. He took a deep breath and said, "Jue, actually I..."

Clang.

The door bell rang.

Grandmaster Yuanjue's defense failed, and he watched helplessly as a man in a gray robe walked in. The Buddhist telepathy and knowledge of past lives seemed to lose all effect when facing this man with ancient eyes.

The sudden movement made the two who were originally in a good atmosphere retreat and turned their heads sharply.

The incarnation of Zhujiu Yin pondered, deliberating:

"It seems, I came at the wrong time?"

The girl whose face was as red as a burning cloud, and Wei Yuan who was excited, almost subconsciously spoke at the same time: "No, welcome."

"No, you came at the right time."

……………………

A moment later, Jue brought a cup of tea.

There were tea snacks left by Feng Siyu on the table.

Zhujiu Yin glanced over the tea snacks, his expression calm, and pondered: "I came here today."

"For one person."

"One person?"

Wei Yuan was stunned. Zhujiu Yin nodded, flicked his sleeves, and a bright and generous girl appeared in the museum. There was a flame mark between her eyebrows, her black hair was draped over her shoulders, and the ends of each strand of hair were dyed with a faint red color. Jue was stunned, and then subconsciously greeted her: "Second sister?!"

Wei Yuan's face was shocked: "... Nüba?!" (Drought Demon)

Zhujiu Yin nodded, flicked his sleeves to freeze all the sounds and time around him, and then told Wei Yuan and Jue about the general situation, paused his voice, and explained: "It is more dangerous to leave Nüba in the Great Wilderness, and I cannot bring her to the Nine Netherworlds. After thinking about it, only your place can be considered a safe place."

"Moreover, contact with familiar people can help her true spirit awaken faster."

"Familiar people…"

Wei Yuan looked at Nüba and said, "Is it better for her true spirit to awaken faster?"

Zhujiu Yin nodded and said, "Naturally…"

"When Nüba's true spirit recovers, she can control her own authority and regain her strength in a short time."

"Leaving her here is the most suitable…"

Wei Yuan pondered for a long time and said:

"I understand. If the stimulation is too great, will there be any adverse reactions?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll find a way to help her recover her memory."

Wei Yuan thought for a while, silently took out his phone, and clicked on a cat head avatar.

Just like when the old Taoist priest was looking for him for the Daughter's Kingdom, he asked cheerfully:

"Are you there, Daoist Zhang |•'-'•)و✧."

"I have a great thing to tell you."

ps: Today's second update... 3,600 words