Chapter 739: The Confused Taoist and the Crazy Scholar

After a rare moment of sobriety, the middle-aged Taoist looked at the sea with a strange expression. For a moment, he popped out a snow-white lotus with his fingers. After it bloomed on his fingertips, it floated forward.

Finally fell on the sea.

The lotus slowly grew bigger, and finally it could accommodate a person standing on it.

The middle-aged Taoist came to the seaside and looked at the lotus that was about to float away from the seaside. He thought about it and did not step into it. Instead, he watched the lotus leave the seaside. After only a few feet of floating away, the sea surface began to churning, and a giant beast emerged from the seaside. Jump out of the sea and swallow the lotus flower in one gulp.

The middle-aged Taoist's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all when he looked at the deep-sea beast that soon had only its dorsal fin left.

In fact, except for the giant beast that jumped out of the sea, except that it had not transformed, everything else was no different from Wangyou.

And there are countless such giant beasts in this sea.

I'm afraid that just by taking out these giant beasts, there will be many more than all the big monsters in the northern monster clan combined. However, they have never transformed and have not opened their spiritual intelligence. Even if they have a state of forgetfulness, they have to be dealt with. , actually it’s not too difficult.

Perhaps this is the fate of heaven and earth. Things will never be born perfect, but will definitely create defects.

The middle-aged Taoist couldn't help but think that there were a few missing words in "dao". .🅆.

The road is long, and almost all monks are pursuing the word perfection, but after so many years, no one can tell whether they have truly reached perfection.

Withdrawing his gaze, the middle-aged Taoist looked down at a line of footprints on the beach. Without speaking, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the island.

Soon he passed through a dense forest and came to a cliff. There was a tree vine hanging in front of the cliff. The tree vine hung in front of the cliff, with some green traces.

It seems to have been a long time coming.

The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his hand to grab the ivy and began to climb up. After some time, he could no longer see the ground when he lowered his head and was surrounded by white clouds.

The middle-aged Taoist just continued to climb. After an unknown amount of time, a cave appeared in front of him, right between the cliffs.

The middle-aged Taoist climbed in. There was a rotten futon at the door of the cave, and in the corner not far away, there was a white skeleton.

However, although the white bones had been there for an unknown period of time, the whole body had been transformed into jade, as if they were made of white jade. Even in the corners, there was a faint light.

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Just looking at the state of the bones, one can tell that the person in front of the bones must be a very great monk.

At least it should be the end of Wangyou.

The middle-aged Taoist sat cross-legged on a tattered futon, then took out a tattered notebook from under the futon, opened it halfway, and began to carefully study the contents.

This is a spiritual practice handbook of a predecessor, but I don’t know how many years have passed, and I don’t know where that predecessor came from. The handbook only contains the practice difficulties he encountered and his thoughts on the Tao. .

All these things have benefited the middle-aged Taoist a lot.

Some cognitions, even ones he had never had before, were extremely novel cognitions.

It was precisely because of this understanding that he had a lot of confusion, sometimes sober and sometimes confused.

Looking at the note in his hand, the middle-aged Taoist was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head and looked in front of him. The outside of the cave was obscured by flowing clouds, making it difficult to see clearly.

The middle-aged Taoist's eyes were deep, and the aura on his body gradually became mysterious. It was a kind of aura between Wangyou and Wangyou. It was very complicated and could not be explained clearly.

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New Liuzhou and Manzhou are all martial arts.

The Daliang Dynasty had a strong martial arts culture, and in this dynasty, it became even more popular. Among the nine states in Daliang, Bailu Prefecture ranked first in terms of reading culture, Huanglong Prefecture had the best swordsmanship, and Qingshan Prefecture had the most monks.

When it comes to New Liuzhou, there is no place in the entire Daliang that can compare with the martial arts of this state. New Liuzhou borders Mobei, and the northern Great Wall is on its border, so most of the border soldiers are recruited from here. , accumulated from generation to generation, the number of civilians killed in the northern border in New Liuzhou exceeded 500,000. In this large state, almost every fifth household had a civilian who had served in the army.

After almost every war in the north, countless families in New Liuzhou would hang up white lanterns.

In such an atmosphere, the people of New Liuzhou are more willing to let their children learn martial arts to avenge their elders, rather than studying literature to gain fame.

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Shu Town is located in the north of New Liuzhou, only a few hundred miles away from the northern city.

In the beginning, this town had about a thousand households and tens of thousands of people. However, after several wars, the population here has dropped sharply to more than a hundred households. It is not that the people in the town have moved away, it is just because of the war. At the beginning, there were many people joining the army, and those who went to the frontier army found it difficult to return, so naturally there were fewer and fewer people.

There used to be a medium-sized school in the east of the town. In previous years, there was a teacher here who taught some elementary education to children. However, as there were fewer and fewer children in the town, the teacher in the town could not accept students, nor could he teach them. Don't go far away to make a living elsewhere.

In the following years, the school was almost abandoned. Until a few years ago, a young scholar traveled here and couldn't bear it. So he repaired the school and reopened it. However, not many children could study in this school. , only a pitiful dozen or so people.

Fortunately, the imperial court has taken good care of the new Liuzhou since His Majesty the Emperor ascended the throne. Not only is there no tuition fee for attending the school, but even the teachers are paid monthly by the state and county, so the young teachers do not starve to death. , just living in poverty.

Taking care of these dozen children, he was able to find joy in hardship.

The young teacher's surname was Su, and he was a native of Shendu, but he was not from a wealthy family, but an ordinary citizen. He failed to apply for the academy in his early years, so he went to school for a few years and participated in the imperial examination. Although he was not a failure, his ranking was very low. In the end, he had the opportunity to become a county official, but in the end he refused the arrangement of the court and chose to travel around the world. He originally planned to walk through the territory of Daliang and write a travelogue, but when he came to this place, he could no longer move his legs.

Mr. Su often sighed over the years, wondering when he could fulfill his lifelong wish, but every time he had this idea, he would look at the children and persuade himself to wait a little longer.

However, guarding this school alone, Mr. Su sometimes felt a little lonely.

Until not long ago, a madman came to the town.

The madman came from the south and came to Baishu Town. Looking at the rows of white trees by the river, he started to talk nonsense, saying whether the white trees were white or not, and whether they were born white.

The white tree is a unique tree species in the north.

It is said that it was brought from the demon domain. It is very special. Although the trunk is the same as that of normal trees, the leaves are as white as snow.

Mr. Su did not take it seriously at first, but then the madman wandered around Baishu Town, stopped and walked, and finally fainted by the river due to hunger. Mr. Su could not bear it, so he took him back to the school and found his own clothes to change him. At this glance, he actually looked like a scholar.

But the man was already crazy. He either stayed under the eaves and chattered all day, saying something that Mr. Su could not understand at all, or did not speak for several days, looking at the distance alone, silent, and tears streaming down his face at any time.

Mr. Su thought that the madman might have had some unacceptable experience, and occasionally sighed at him, feeling sorry for what he did not know.

The two have been together for half a year, but Mr. Su still doesn't know the other's name, and has no way to contact his relatives. He even asked the doctor in the town to treat him. He took medicine for half a year and had seven or eight injections, but there was still no improvement.

Every time Mr. Su asked the doctor, the doctor shook his head.

Mr. Su had no choice. He was a soft-hearted person and couldn't just drive him away.

So he had to live like this, day after day.

Another day, Mr. Su finished his lecture and watched the children leave, then walked out by himself, looking at the madman who never spoke but just looked into the distance, then dragged a bench and sat not far from him, sighing.

Halfway through today's lecture, Mr. Su couldn't help but think of his desire to write a travelogue, so he was a little distracted, and said a sage's words wrong.

I think I have to correct it in the next class tomorrow.

Thinking about this, Mr. Su suddenly saw the court bulletin at the entrance of the school. This was sent by the prefecture to various places. Generally, it was only sent to the county magistrate, but the county magistrate knew that he was concerned about these things, so he would leave him a copy.

However, in this remote place, when he saw the court bulletin, he didn't know how many months ago it was.

So Mr. Su could only use it to kill time.

Picking up the court bulletin and taking a look at it, Mr. Su raised his eyebrows. This time, there was something he was interested in.