In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

"Practice is no joke. Every profession is like a mountain between two worlds. This is especially true when one wrong step in practice can be extremely dangerous."

The monk Xiang Ping from Qinglian Temple was still angry.

"Anyway, I strongly disagree."

A human who knows nothing is teaching sword techniques. This is a joke.

Although Qinglian Temple has disappeared and these students cannot be considered disciples of Qinglian Temple, since he has taught them, he must be serious and responsible.

Liu Kangping was not surprised to see his reaction.

This monk was chosen as the instructor of the monastic academy because of his character.

Other cultivators had some small thoughts to a certain extent, but this one was very pure and devoted to Taoism. When he first awakened, he had no intention of taking over another's body. He simply treated the human body as his disciple and taught it various Taoist methods.

"Master Xiang Ping, don't be anxious. What if Bai Wu knows how to practice sword techniques?"

Liu Kangping soothed.

"He can practice sword techniques?"

Xiang Ping glared and pointed at Liu Kangping's desk.

"If he knows how to practice sword techniques, I will eat this table right now."

"Squeak."

For some reason, Liu Kangping felt his desk shake.

"If we don't rush to confirm it now, Bai Wu will not rashly teach. We must also be responsible for those students."

Liu Kangping rubbed his eyebrows. The constant concentration made him feel a little exhausted.

Since Bai Wu made this request to Qinglong Mansion, he would naturally do his best to facilitate it in return.

I just don’t know if Bai Wu can really practice sword techniques?

He was the first one to pass on those sword techniques to Qinglong Mansion, so he should know at least a little bit of them.

He looked up at Xiang Ping and asked:

"It has been nearly ten days since the start of the school. What is the current situation of the School of Cultivation? How many students have drawn Qi into their bodies?"

But when he mentioned this, Xiang Ping's face showed a little embarrassment.

Seeing him like this, Liu Kangping frowned:

"how?"

"More than fifty students have already drawn Qi into their bodies."

Xiang Ping felt a little embarrassed when he said this number.

"Only over fifty?!"

Liu Kangping frowned and couldn't help but express his doubts.

These are the best talents carefully selected from the entire Xia Kingdom. Why, after so long, only more than 50 people have succeeded?

Without waiting for him to ask, Xiang Ping explained the reason himself and complained:

"These students have good aptitude and understanding, but their foundation is too poor. They don't know the common sense of various acupuncture points and meridians, and their bodies have not been polished and nourished. Some students don't even know where the Dantian is... Sensing spiritual energy does not require these conditions, just sensing it is enough, but when it comes to the next step of drawing energy into the body, these problems arise.

I and several other monks have been teaching them as much as possible every day, but it is difficult to help them lay a solid foundation in a short period of time."

It was not easy for them to teach in the cultivation world at that time. Every person who was accepted into the temple to be taught the cultivation methods had all been polished for several years. It was impossible to teach the cultivation methods so directly and rigidly.

The fact that more than fifty students were able to achieve success was the result of his painstaking efforts.

How can these children living in modern society compare to the disciples who have been adopted into the sect and instilled with the knowledge of Taoism at an early age?

Hearing Xiang Ping's complaints, Liu Kangping let out a sigh of relief.

There are still too few monks in the monastic academy who can truly teach cultivation methods. It is normal that they cannot cope with more than 2,000 students.

If this is the case, how long will it take for the monastic academy to become successful?

"I understand. I will discuss this matter with the leaders of the monastic academy. You can go back to the monastic academy first."

Xiang Ping returned to the monastic college and opened the office that belonged to their teacher.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang Ping, does Liu Kangping want to talk to you about something?"

A monk looked up and asked.

Some of the other monks in the office were under the control of their human bodies, and they also raised their heads when they saw this.

In order to balance the relationship between the monks and the human hosts, the monks usually take the lead in teaching, while the human hosts take the lead in daily life.

When talking about this, Xiang Ping frowned and said indignantly:

"He said that a human body is coming to teach the students. Don't you think this is nonsense?"

"Is there such a thing?"

“This is indeed a bit un-lychee.”

"How can a human who borrows the power of others understand the complexity of cultivation? He probably thinks that he can cultivate by using his abilities twice."

"Except for us awakened monks, the humans in this world don't know how to practice Taoism."

The teachers in the office spoke up one after another.

It's not that they haven't seen the Taoism of this world, which does have its merits. It's a pity that the path is cut off and no one can succeed in cultivating it.

It’s not that they look down on the people in this world, but currently in this world, the only ones who can teach Taoism are those in the cultivation world like them.

Even if they have lost their physical bodies, they still have their pride.

It is wishful thinking for a mere human being to think that he can get involved in spiritual practice just because he has some abilities. He might not even be able to cultivate any magical powers.

"By the way, did Liu Kangping tell me what this human body is called?"

Some curious people explored this.

"It seems to be called Bai Wu."

Xiang Ping recalled.

"White fog?!!"

As soon as this name came out, the expressions of several monks in the office changed slightly.

They had all seen the white mist purifying the old monk.

That scene and those methods really made the monks shudder.

At that moment, we stopped discussing the matter and started to discuss teaching:

"These students are so stupid that they don't even know the simple intersection of the three yangs."

"Don't mention it. When I was teaching yesterday, a student actually asked me whether spiritual energy can be divided into male and female, and whether it can be released."

"I get angry when I talk about this. One of my students can't even learn to hold a sword. How can I teach him?"

"Forget it, let's just do our job well. Whether they can learn it or not depends on their luck."

......

At seven o'clock in the evening, the teaching building and library on the Kyoto University campus were still brightly lit.

In a reserved classroom, the students in the food processing class sat in the classroom seriously, looking at the figure on the podium.

They were waiting for Bai Wu to preach and give lessons.

Even the counselor Ma Rui took out her notebook, ready to take notes at any time.

She had no objection and fully agreed with the fact that evening self-study had been turned into a monastic life.

Are you kidding? The strongest human being is preaching in person. Others won’t be able to grab this opportunity in time.

She is now more and more glad that she chose to sign up to be a counselor.

Bai Wu stood on the podium, looking at the tense faces below, and smiled casually:

"Everyone, don't take it so seriously. The Taoism I teach may be a little unusual. Just look at me and don't take notes."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, took out his cell phone, hung it at the back of the classroom, and turned on the video recording.

At his feet, there were dozens of bamboo swords. These were all prepared by him for the class in the evening. He just simply refined them to ensure that they would not rot.

He picked up a long sword and slashed it in the air.

A shallow sword mark was left above the podium, lingering for a long time.

The long sword moved slowly and smoothly in the air, and Bai Wu's voice rang out in the classroom:

"The method I teach is called sword training..."

Everyone in the classroom listened attentively.