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Chapter 377 Bodhi Reappearance
this day.

Inside the Three-Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, under the stairs made of beautiful jade, the disciples of Patriarch Bodhi are having morning classes.

A wing room in the corridor in front of the hall.

Zhan Wuzha was fiddling with a hand-cranked generator in front of the table, sighing in his heart, but he was thinking about when the Bodhi Patriarch would leave the customs, otherwise he would have to take out electronic products such as cameras and computers to give lectures next time.

"Wu Zha, what is this?"

Sun Wukong was wearing a brown robe that changed from a venom wristband, with a binoculars and a magnifying glass hanging around his waist, looking at the weird objects on the table.

"Generator, just turn that rocker, and there will be an electric current in those two copper wires."

After Zhan Wuzha heard this, he said something briefly, and once again sorted out the many principles of the hand generator to generate electricity in his mind. As for how to make Fangcunshan's brothers understand what cutting magnetic induction lines is, he can only follow the fate.

"My grandson will try."

Sun Wukong asked curiously, and got the hint, he took the hand generator, grabbed the rocker with one hand, and two copper wires with the other, and started to rotate the rocker.

"Don't break it, I have to give it a lecture later."

Zhan Wuzha looked at the monkey using the hand-operated generator, and shook his head helplessly. Since he started to lecture on scientific knowledge in the morning class, all the brothers reciprocated and gave the lectures. The true way.

Although they are all sects, they have really benefited him a lot, and Sun Wukong also benefited, otherwise, I am afraid that he can only learn Chinese and calligraphy, and wait for the ancestors to preach.

If Patriarch Bodhi was preaching, Sun Wukong would only choose to learn the method of immortality, and nothing else would catch his eye. But now he is getting the Tao learned by all his brothers in the morning class, which is an extra gain.

Therefore, Monkey King understands the truth, and admires the knowledgeable Zhan Wuzha even more.

Zhan Wuzha suddenly recalled the thoughts that flashed in his mind before, when he planned to refine a magic weapon like a generator or an electric drill, or even a magic weapon like an artificial sun stabilizer.

However, the forging method I learned in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, or the forging method I obtained from Huijianfang in the plane of Inuyasha, is too superficial to refine the magic weapon I imagined.

next moment.

"Oh ho ho ho! So refreshing!"

Sun Wukong laughed happily, while turning the rocker of the hand generator quickly, the electric current made all the hairs on his body stand up, but he didn't care.

the other side.

The square in the Sanxing Cave of the Oblique Moon is also under the high platform where the Patriarch sat when he gave lectures on the Dao.

"Junior Brother Wu Zha probably came up with something new, and I don't know where he learned it from. It's really enviable."

"I feel better than from the Patriarch..."

"Shut up, don't you misunderstand the matter of Wu Zha's apprenticeship with your words."

"Thank you for your advice, brother, I almost made a big mistake."

"Be cautious in your words and deeds in the future, remember, remember."

After a while.

The small podium of the morning class.

"Junior Brother Wu Zha, what kind of reasoning will you explain to us in this morning class?"

A tall and thin senior brother asked loudly, which attracted all the senior brothers to echo. They all looked forward to watching Zhan Wuzha ascend the small podium below the platform, while Monkey King sat down on the empty seat in the front row.

"Oh, today I'm going to talk about hand generators."

Zhan Wuzha replied with a smile, lifted the hand-cranked generator in his hand, and sighed again, fortunately, he did not forget to collect and memorize the knowledge system of that plane in several planes, otherwise it would be difficult for him to deal with all kinds of weird things from his senior brothers. The problem.

Just like the lectures after the introduction of the microscope, how to explain to these ancient brothers what a cell is is really exhausting brain cells, and even a group of brothers will ask why it is called a cell and why it is called a gene.

As a last resort, I can only use the word bloodline, which is similar to genes, to tell the story. As a result, the brothers, especially those who practice medicine, have more doubts, such as the similarities and differences between the bloodline of the monster race and the bloodline of the human race, or the bloodline of the dragon race and the bloodline of the white crane.

It took Zhan Wuzha a moment to recall such thoughts in his mind. He came to the small podium, put the hand-cranked generator on the table, and began to introduce the function and effect of the real hand-cranked generator, explaining the principle and telling the story of the generator extended application.

After Zhan Wuzha's morning lecture for more than half a month, all the senior brothers knew that there were other questions, and they could ask questions after the lecture, so they all listened quietly.

Before I knew it, an hour had passed.

A half of the morning class time passed. After Zhan Wuzha explained the principle of the hand-cranked generator, he began to explain the doubts of the brothers about the hand-cranked generator, and also explained the doubts that some brothers had about the knowledge that the morning class had taught.

At this time.

A senior brother saw Patriarch Bodhi sitting on a high platform at some point, and worshiped: "Master Wanan."

The rest of the senior brothers heard the words and looked towards the balcony, and they all bowed one after another: "Master, Wanfu."

"Well, what were you talking about just now?"

Patriarch Bodhi nodded slightly, with a kind face, and asked gently. His eyes flicked over a group of disciples, and when he moved to Zhan Wuzha and Monkey King, he paused.

"Master, this is what Junior Brother Wu Zha taught in the morning class for more than half a month. With the permission of Junior Brother Wu Zha, it is recorded in a book, and it is all written in this book."

A senior brother got up and said, holding a thick book in the palm of his respectful hands.

"Hey, this thing!"

Patriarch Bodhi was surprised, a little moved, and he waved the dust, summoned the book, held it in his hand, checked the material of the book, flipped through it, and found a page that said the material of the book was paper.

After a moment.

"Great merit, this thing has great merit."

Patriarch Bodhi closed the book, stroked his beard and smiled, and after a while, he said: "I was in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and I saw someone in the Han Dynasty who created paper technology, but the paper is not like paper at all."

"Reporting to Master, this was created by Junior Brother Wu Zha."

A senior brother replied respectfully, obviously also aware of the convenience of this paper and its great effect on the transmission of knowledge.

"Oh, Wu Zha, let me ask you, what do you want to learn from me today?"

Patriarch Bodhi didn't ask Zhan Wuzha where he learned it from, but when Wu Zha taught these principles, he already knew that Wu Zha was not a self-cherished person, and he recognized his character, so he directly asked him what he wanted to learn from himself.

In particular, although Patriarch Bodhi did not understand the truth recorded in the book at first glance, after careful consideration, he thought that it was a very high level of research and knowledge. Although it is a sect, it has the qualifications to establish a school.

"Eh?"

When Zhan Wuzha heard this, he was very surprised. He didn't even think about it, and quickly saluted, "But according to the teaching of the master, it's just a little Daoist, so the disciple will learn it."

What he said is that he has been studying the original Journey to the West during this period of time. He has memorized the story of Monkey King's apprenticeship in Fangcun Mountain by heart, and he blurted out the words spoken by Monkey King in the original book.

At this time, Sun Wukong, who was listening on the sidelines, scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, as if he was about to say something.

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