On the second day, according to his previous routine, Yuan Xing practiced martial arts in the morning and returned to Aunt Ji's courtyard, drank the well water and went into the house to take a cool shower, and then meditated for morning classes.

When the time was almost done, he took the medicinal food, dressed up and went out in full spirit, and dumped the garbage from yesterday. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he glanced and stood beside him, sneaking his eyes and two people, ignoring it, and left directly.

He knew who the other party was and who sent it. Boss Gu who always wanted a prescription.

The recipe for the medicinal food that the other party was thinking of was nothing surprising. At least they searched on the Blue Star Network, so there were not too many similar prescriptions. The reason why this tonic that was so bad that it was effective was because the top Buddhist practices they practiced could maximize the effect of the medicine. But he explained to others that they did not believe it, so they actually used these small actions behind their backs.

In recent years, in order to improve the single taste of medicinal food, he often experimentally added some things to it, including carrots, lotus, roots, potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc. Recently, he had a sudden idea and added fresh fruits to it. Steal the medicine residue to see the ingredients? Then steal it! Can you really study a flower from that pile of things? He has advised him, but unfortunately, people who are fascinated by his desires are still persistent.

"Good morning, master..." Many early people along the way said hello to Yuanxing, but he clasped his hands together and returned with a kind and humble attitude. Whenever there were holidays in recent years, he would go to Hengshan, both for purity and study, and make up for many subjects that he did not study seriously back then.

After going down the mountain, I got along well with my neighbors. Gradually, the residents here knew that there was a monk like him. Anyone who had difficulties would help him as long as he found him. Even if he asked him to recite scriptures, he would not receive any money. At most, he would collect some vegetables, fruits and other things. After a while, he naturally gained favor from people.

When he entered the school, when he met a teacher or student, he no longer used Buddhist rituals, but bowed or nodded. Because he still remembered his promise to Principal Xiang and did not spread faith in the school, he was a monk outside, and as soon as he entered the school gate, he was just a famous teacher.

When I arrived at the office, it was still early. After cleaning the room, I sat in my seat and wrote the lesson plan. My mind was spinning very quickly, thinking about how to give lectures to make the students listen better. Although I was just a temporary worker, he was particularly serious about this job and devoted more thoughts to anything he had done in the past.

Yuan Xing once summarized himself in the late night and was silent. He evaluated himself as: Living simply and living a confused life.

It's funny that after experiencing several worlds and living for so long, the place he missed the most was the 16 years in Tianchan Temple. The life of becoming a monk was only pure and not easy. In addition to practicing martial arts and working, he recited scriptures and studied evening drums and morning bells every day, and the time was arranged tightly. But even such an unchanging day, he actually felt that it was very good and not boring at all.

The step-by-step life in the temple seemed to be particularly suitable for him. After the third senior brother returned to secular life, he could protect himself at that time, and the golden cicada did not appear. It was not that he did not have the opportunity to go down the mountain to be a casual knight, but he stayed in the mountain honestly and didn't even leave the temple gate. His only wish was to be a monk in the future.

After Jin Chan appeared, he mentioned the reason for returning to secular life. The reason was that he was a single family member and it was difficult to explain it to his parents when he went home. Later, he had a devil, and he was only emotionally aroused little by little. He felt that his fate was unfair and was sorry for his parents, but even in that state, he did not have the idea of ​​returning to secular life.

Deep in his heart, except for his unwillingness, he had the idea of ​​truly becoming an otaku from now on to avoid the world and practice the world.

So, although he is happy all day long and has a big heart, he is actually negative when dealing with his own life.

But when he arrived in this world, it was different. Facing a group of ignorant children, his heart became alive like never before. At this moment, he really put his heart into the education issue.

Under the gaze of a group of radish sitting in a straight posture, Yuan Xing entered the classroom stepping on the bell of the class and stood on the podium. He looked at the general students below. Almost everyone in the class participated in the group fight between boys and girls yesterday.

The students had different faces, some were frightened, obviously worried about the upcoming punishment; some looked indifferent, they were all thorns in the class, and they were used to being scolded and beaten; some were blue-faced, but they didn't look like this yesterday, right? They should have been educated by their parents when they went home, and they were not easy to do so.

He looked at these naughty kids with a stern face for a long time and stared at them like this. The students could not withstand this starvation and lowered their heads one after another.

"I am not allowed to go home after school in the afternoon, and each person will copy the school motto ten times." After throwing this sentence, he began to formally attend class.

Soon, the class ended, and the students saw him packing up the lesson plan and thought he was leaving, but he took out a stack of photos from the file bag and distributed them according to his name.

The child was also very forgot about it and was very happy to take the photos. Soon three or five people gathered together and excitedly discussed the messages given by each other's photos. Yes, depending on the students, the text left on each photo is different.

When the school started this year, Yuanxing specially invited a newspaper reporter to take a group photo of the class, which was only five inches. The characters inside, including Yuanxing himself, were all stiff. I heard that there was already a technology for color photos abroad, but unfortunately it was not introduced to Xia Kingdom, so I could only use black and white photos. I was originally just to leave a thought, but I didn’t expect that the printing photos in this era were so expensive, so I spent a lot of his royalties.

But looking at the happy students below, the smile on Yuanxing's face also opened, but in his eyes, there was a dark cloud always hidden...

School was very early in the afternoon, and Yuanxing did not supervise the students to copy the school motto. He only explained that he would hand it in the morning, so he left the school with Liu Ziyu.

Three or five days later, they were their reserved project. Buying a newspaper and calling two cups of Maojian was enough to pass the time.

The content in the daily newspaper has been quite popular recently, mainly because two Chinese scholars have had a dispute over the different academic philosophy. As a literati, they naturally have to speak with a pen and write an article in the newspaper for a literary debate, but neither of them can convince each other, so more literati joined in. The two major sects published articles in major newspapers and magazines, gradually becoming an out of control. A cultural debate has developed into a pen war. Yes, it may be more appropriate to describe it as a verbal war.

"When did you say that these people have been studying hard in school and teaching students seriously?" Although Liu Ziyu has always admired the author above, when he thinks of the current situation, as an educator, he will inevitably complain.

"Then you can write articles and scold them for making trouble for nothing." Yuan Xing took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

"Me? Which onion am I? Can someone listen to me?" Liu Ziyu curled his lips and continued to look: "It's you that you are almost the same. After all, your pseudonym is still very good in the literary world..." He said this and suddenly widened his eyes. He flipped over the newspaper, pointed to the familiar signature on it, and asked in surprise: "Are you really involved?"

Yuan Xing just smiled and did not answer.

Liu Ziyu shook his head: "Although you have some fame, you can't compare with those masters. Are you not afraid of being scolded to death?" As he said that, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, and continued to stare at the words in the newspaper, but soon, the tea that had just entered his mouth was sprayed out.

He looked at the friend opposite in surprise, and stared at the words in front of him again as if he was confirmed. An article signed by Qin Kong was vivid in his mind. The number of words was not large, but he scolded the two masters and fans of the pen war, which meant that the country was in trouble, and there was still some debate here. The language was quite sharp and incisive. Finally, he ended with a sentence of vernacular: "Two old bastards, it is better to go home and take their children with you when they are idle. It is best to make an appointment to fight in a place, and the world will be pure... Is this what you should say in Buddhists?"

"Amitabha, I have violated the precepts." Yuan Xing lowered his eyes. In fact, he was very upset about the task these days. He saw this verbal battle in the newspaper and impulsively handed over this purely verbal article to his editor. Afterwards, he realized that he wanted to recover it. The editor who was not afraid of big trouble had already handed over the article.

"However, you're quite relieved to read this sentence." Liu Ziyu looked him from head to toe as if he had just met him: "In the past, I saw you being humble in eating fasts and keeping precepts and treating others with humility, and I almost never got angry. I didn't expect that when I wrote articles, I was so violent that I was not afraid of offending others at all."

Yuan Xing's expression was always faint: "A person like me has a name, called "troll". If you feel shameless, you still care whether you are causing trouble."

"Teat?" Liu Ziyu smiled: "It's appropriate, these people should scold them."

Then you have never seen the forum of future generations. If you were criticized, you would not be so happy. Yuan Xing complained in his heart, and his eyes accidentally swept out the window, but he was slightly stunned.

At the entrance of the restaurant opposite, a short and fat figure in a white suit stood on the steps, as if waiting for someone.

"It's Boss Gu! Who are you going to have a banquet again?" Liu Ziyu looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, two black cars stopped, and a few men in suits and tie came out, had a cordial conversation with the boss of Gu and entered the tavern.

"You are familiar with each other?" Yuan Xing withdrew his gaze and asked lightly. He knew that Liu Ziyu's father was a senior government official and had many relationships with him locally, so it was not surprising that he knew this person.

"It's just acknowledge. Boss Gu is a rich man and is a good person." Liu Ziyu smiled and said, "Don't look at him not looking very good, he has done a lot of things in the past few years and is very generous in the local area."

"Oh?" Yuan Xing frowned. Could his intuition be wrong? Is it someone else who bought someone to throw his own medicine?
Chapter completed!