Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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It took Ji Qianshan seven or eight days to leave. Counting the two days spent at home after packing up before going abroad, he took ten days off as a high school student.

Zhou Jidao handled the leave procedures for him, and the reason was the most commonly used one—sick leave.

His "illness" had passed for half a month, and when he returned to school, he was just in time for the Chongming No. [-] mid-term exam.Like all key middle schools, although Chongming No. [-] Middle School has implemented quality education for a long time, it still has to take exams, and the exams are very formal.

After Ji Qianshan came here, he basically didn't learn anything. Except for a little basic knowledge, he didn't understand anything else.Especially mathematics, physics and chemistry, which are far from his original knowledge system, he only filled in the multiple choice questions blindly, leaving a large section behind.The Chinese and history scores are not bad, but they are still a little bit worse than excellent.

Living up to everyone's expectations, Ji Qianshan passed the exam with honor, and angrily corrected the wrong questions on the table while holding the paper: "Master, why do you think the teacher judged me to have a low score? Is my writing not good?"

Fang Yanchu was reading an ancient book. Looking from Ji Qianshan's direction, he couldn't see the title of the book. He could only see two pictures on the opened page. As soon as Fang Yanchu turned the book, that page was turned over.

"Master, please judge and see if I write well?"

What he brought over was a composition, which was originally what he was best at in several exams.Fang Yanchu took his article and read it carefully. It was true that the words and sentences were exquisite and accurate, so he nodded in praise and said, "It's well written."

"But the teacher only gave me twenty points."

There is no specific score written on the test paper, but the students always have their own ways to steal the specific scoring situation, not to mention Ji Qianshan's situation has already been talked about by the teachers of various subjects.

"It should." Putting down Ji Qianshan's midterm exam paper, Fang Yanchu continued to pick up the book in hand and flipped another page.

Only then did Ji Qianshan see the name of the book between his fingers.The name of the book is very strange, it is called "Yin Zi Xuan Xu Pian".The title of the book flashed before his eyes, he saw it all at once, and then forgot it, but he was dissatisfied with Fang Yanchu's saying that he deserved twenty cents, so he quickly retorted: "Master also thinks that I wrote this Are you doing well?"

Seeing his reluctance, Fang Yanchu had no choice but to pick up the test paper and analyze it carefully for him: "You wrote well, but from the beginning of the conception, it was biased." , so it can be as deep as it is just to let you write to be lenient to others, and not to let you write some views that must be vengeful."

Fang Yanchu had never been educated in school, but he could tell from Zhou Jidao's reading that all his compositions were just to demonstrate his point of view based on the theme, or to express his thoughts or feelings, and there was nothing difficult about it.

But for cultivators like them, it is a bit difficult, probably because the things on the test paper always call for tolerance and generosity, but in the world of monasticism, fighting with people and heaven is a common thing. To be ruled by men.

What's more, for a person like Ji Qianshan, he doesn't have the string of tolerance and generosity in his bones. If he doesn't write "If someone offends me, I will kill his whole family" on the test paper, it is considered that he has restrained himself.Even so, he also showed some attitude of "reporting grievances directly" inside and outside the words, so of course he couldn't get high marks.

"Hmph, what's so good about being tolerant?" Ji Qianshan rolled his eyes, "If we cut the weeds and don't get rid of the roots, there will be future troubles. I just want to write about revenge. I don't want to let anyone who is mine can't fight, and God won't." no."

Fang Yanchu had only read more than a dozen pages of "Yinzi Xuanxu Chapter", and he felt sleepy, and read another article by Ji Qianshan, and yawned: "Oh——your point of view is also true. It’s not wrong, come here, I’ll change your grade for you.”

After finishing speaking, the paper floated in front of him automatically. He reached out and grabbed the vermilion pen beside him, and with a big wave of his hand, changed it to "58".

Ji Qianshan held it in his hand and admired it several times. After laughing, he still felt inadequate and asked, "Can Master tell this disciple how the remaining two points were deducted?"

"One point is deducted for your poor handwriting."

Ji Qianshan's handwriting is not bad, but it is not suitable for writing with a signature pen, so the written characters are of different sizes and uneven heights. If it sounds good, it has the beauty of Banqiao, but if it sounds bad, it will be scattered. .This point is deducted clearly.

"What about the other point?"

"The other point is that you are too extreme." Fang Yanchu flicked the roll of paper with two fingers, just right on the word "death".The way for a monk to cultivate the Tao is to fight or not to fight. Fighting is for not fighting. It is just to find a balance between the way of humanity and the way of heaven. The golden mean is sometimes useful. Where did you learn it?"

Taking back the roll paper, Ji Qianshan put the Chinese subject away, put aside the ink brush in Fang Yanchu's hand, picked up "Yinzi Xuanxu Chapter", pointed to the picture on it and said, "Master taught them all. ——What book is Master reading, and what are the pictures on it?"

"Read it yourself." Fang Yanchu put the book on him and let him read it openly, "Do you understand?"

I don’t know why the characters in "Yin Zi Xuan Xu Pian" are always missing one or more characters, or they are not a character at all, and they cannot be connected into a sentence even after reading. .

The picture is clear and clear, a road is divided into two parts, with luxuriant grass and yellow mud all over the roadside.Once again, even the weeds are gone, the foundation of the roadside is exposed, and the ground is full of skinny, hungry ghost-like people, whose bodies are covered with the paw prints of wild beasts.

In the next picture, even the wild beasts are thin and skinny. The bones on the wolf's shoulder blades almost protrude through the fur, and the hair is knotted, making it look dirty and messy.The wolf's hind legs were slightly bent, and its fangs were bared. The yellow-green saliva dripped on the ground from the sharp fangs. Its front legs stretched forward, gripping the ground tightly. Staring closely at the world outside the book, as if about to pounce on it.

"This picture is pretty good, as if it came from the real hell." Ji Qianshan returned the book to Fang Yanchu, glanced sideways at Fang Yanchu's expression, and asked cautiously, "This place is so vicious, has Master ever been there? "

I don't know if he didn't hear Ji Qianshan's intention of probing, Fang Yanchu didn't deny that there really was such a place, but just shook his head and said, "No, even a ghost has never seen such a hell."

"What hell? Let me have a look too?" Hearing his voice before seeing him, the voice of the coming man was not louder than Zhou Jidao, nor gentler and more polite than Lu Jingqiao, but it was as clear as a young man, from the voice There is a romantic charm flowing, which only makes people wonder if it is a romantic son from some family who is traveling.

Ji Qianshan turned his head subconsciously, only to see a monk with picturesque features pushing open the door and stepping in.The monk was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with no variegated color on his whole body, and even a pair of shoes were white, not stained with any dust.

The white-robed monk held a string of sandalwood beads in his hand. He passed one when he stepped into the threshold, and another when he stepped through the hallway. He didn't stop until he was beside Fang Yanchu's desk, and squinted his eyes: " Hey, I said there are two people talking in your room, and there are really two of them, Amitabha."

He held the Buddhist beads and made a Buddhist ceremony in front of him, only then did Ji Qianshan see a red mole hidden in his left eyebrow. Against the backdrop of his snow-white monk clothes, he looked strange and strange, not at all like a Buddhist.

"Zhiqing, are your eyes still okay?"

Zhiqing bowed again: "I still don't see clearly, brother Fang, forgive me."

"It's better for you to have a pair of eyes." Fang Yanchu said to Zhiqing who bowed to the beams and pillars of the house.

"It matches." Zhiqing really took out a pair of glasses from the inner skirt of the monk's robe, groped to put them on, and said while holding the temple of the glasses with one hand, "The frame is not very good. Go for another."

The glasses he wears are round and tied with gold wires. When the glasses cover his red mole, they block out the strangeness, making him look a bit gentle.But coupled with his vagabond voice, he became a gentle scum, which was really not in line with his master's demeanor.

"You don't know, since I put on glasses, the business in my temple has improved a lot, and many female benefactors are willing to come to our temple to offer incense."

"Those female benefactors didn't go for the Buddha, but for you."

Zhiqing was quite open-minded, and didn't think there was anything wrong with selling his appearance to increase Lanruo Temple's income: "Ham, what does it matter who you go for? You don't believe it anyway, and the real Buddha made you kill all of you." Now, can Heaven still blame me?"

"Is it my fault?" Fang Yanchu put "Yin Zi Xuan Xu Pian" aside, pushed out a cup of tea, "A cup of tea and a scripture, you have not finished copying the scriptures you owed me in the first ten years."

Zhiqing picked up the tea and sniffed its fragrance carefully: "Stingy, I won't delay your big event. ——What's the matter with calling me here today, and who is it to save? Isn't it the kid next to you?"

"No, this is my apprentice."

"Woohoo—doesn't your apprentice really need superpowers? He's full of evil spirits."

"It's none of your business, don't meddle in your own business." Fang Yanchu pulled Ji Qianshan by his side, and told Ji Qianshan, "He likes to meddle in some nosy things the most. He is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. In the future, when you see him, avoid him Walk."

Zhiqing was dissatisfied and said, "What have you taught your apprentice? Am I that kind of person?"

"I remember." Of course Ji Qianshan remembered that this great monk seemed to be merciful, but in fact he took pleasure in other people's pain the most.Counting it, this is the 1000th time he has seen Zhiqing, and the number of times he died in Zhiqing's hands is not eighty but one hundred, can you not remember?

"Zhiqing, I called you here to show you a soul." Fang Yanchu took out Zhao Wanwan's soul while speaking, "I have hurt this soul before."

"Oh!" Zhiqing cried out when he saw Zhao Wanwan's soul, "This is a soul refining technique."