Shangguan Ren cleared his throat, put on a chic look, and began to tell the story:

"The story...well...the story is like this, cough, cough...that once...the past, there was a place...well, um...there was a place..."

What happened? It turned out that the words and sentences that were thought well were so difficult to say them! Shangguan Ren was a little confused. He wanted to curse, but when he saw the bright and bright eyes next to him, he didn't dare to jump up and curse, so he had to bite the bullet and continue talking: "That is very far and far away, there is a... a valley, a valley... that valley... that valley... it is in the valley. Do you know, there is a temple, an old monk, no... it is either the temple of an old monk, or a monk's, the temple with a statue of a Bodhisattva. Well, um... there is a stream next to that temple, um... yes, in front of the temple, a stream..."

Shangguan Ren touched his forehead and sweated. He felt that he was also confused, "Do you understand?" Shangguan Ren wiped his sweat and asked He Qihuan.

"What do you understand?" He Qihuan asked. He was also a little surprised, "Did... the old man ask me to shorten my sentence? It's very easy to examine my literary level. There is a place with a valley, a temple in the valley, and a stream in front of the temple, right?"

Shangguan Ren was so angry that he rolled his eyes. This...this...this, I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to tell a story.

Wu Chen saw Shangguan Ren's embarrassment and smiled secretly: Humph, do you think the teacher is easy to do? That is the qualification certificate. Hehe, fortunately, I learned the trick and see how I use it tomorrow.

Shangguan Ren was so angry that he turned his hand and a jade slip appeared out of thin air in his hand. He raised his hand and placed it on his forehead. He used his supreme internal force and saw a slight white mist emerge from his forehead and slowly penetrated into the jade slip.

Then he pressed the jade slip on He Qihuan's eyebrows and whispered: "You can learn by yourself, go and see it yourself."

He Qihuan shook all over, feeling a great attraction in the jade slip, as if he was about to pull his soul into it. As soon as he saw darkness, he entered another world, and a scene slowly unfolded in front of him...

Wu Chen looked at He Qihuan sitting in a daze and said worriedly: "Will you make him nervous if you do this?"

Shangguan Renze said in surprise: "This kid's soul has a great sense of consciousness... Well, it may be the result of this strange academy training mind. Not bad, not bad."

Shangguan Ren was so angry that he had no consciousness at all that He Qihuan could withstand his mental power. He was also a little scared. But now, He Qihuan's consciousness could actually enter the illusion formed by his powerful mental power. I feel relieved. Thinking about the compulsory project of Hengshan Academy, which has to absorb the Haoran true energy of heaven and earth every morning. I guess He Qihuan had to train this project seriously, which improved his spiritual consciousness, so he could withstand Shangguan Ren's mental power. Of course, this illusion is only part of Shangguan Ren's huge mental power.

He Qihuan seemed to have entered another space, and his consciousness saw:

There is a clear stream in the middle, and there is a temple next to the stream. Although the whole building is not very large, it is decorated very gorgeously. The temple enshrines various gods and Bodhisattvas, including wood carvings and clay sculptures, and they are all painted with gold and silver, making them look very vivid.

At this time, a person hurriedly walked over the path in the distance. Obviously, there was something urgent. He came to the stream and looked at the clear stream. He couldn't cross it, so he waded deeper. It took too much time to escape. The man looked around anxiously and saw many unknown Bodhisattvas standing in the temple. So he moved a larger wooden statue on the ditch and used it as a bridge.

After a while, another person came over and saw the statue of the god placed on the ditch as a bridge for someone to step on. He kept sighing and said, "Oh, who did this? How can you treat the statue of the god like this? How dare you offend the god like this!" As he said that, he quickly helped the statue up, wiped the dust from the wood carving with his clothes, and then carefully carried the statue back to the temple and placed it in its original position. He bowed to the statue again and again before leaving.

After everyone left, the gods and Bodhisattvas in the temple suddenly spoke, and a little immortal next to the statue said angrily: "King, you live here as a god, enjoying sacrifices and worships by the local people, but now you are insulted by fools and stubborn people. You should impose disasters and punish them."

The trampled statue of the god said, "Yes, they should be punished by disasters. Which one do you think they should be given to?"

Xiaoxian said: "Of course it was the one who stepped on the bridge with the King. That person was so hateful!"

Although the statue of God was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he shook his head very calmly: "This is a bad word, and the disaster should be brought to the person who came later."

Xiaoxian asked strangely: "The man in front trampled on the king with his feet. There is nothing more serious than this offense, but you did not bring disaster to him; later that man respected the king very much and was pious, but you wanted to bring disaster to him. Why is this?"

The statue sighed and said, "You don't understand this. The person in front is a villain, and he is not afraid of heaven or earth. If he wants to suffer, he may have to seek an opportunity to take revenge! It will be difficult for me to keep causing disasters to him."

"Then..." Xiaoxian looked at the master in confusion.

The statue of God smiled slightly and continued, "A person behind him knows that he is weak by nature, and he is a good person who appears to him. Why worry about not offering sacrifices during festivals and the incense is not strong! Therefore, my magic is only effective for those who believe in me."

When all the little gods heard this, they all heard "Oh--" and suddenly realized, and frequently gave him thumbs up, and admired him in admiration.

Shangguan Ren's head suddenly appeared in He Qihuan's consciousness and shouted at He Qihuan: "Look, this world is full of bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and even ghosts and gods are afraid of evil people. Therefore, if we want to survive, we must be fierce and evil!"

He Qihuan fell into deep thought.

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The next day it was Wuchen's turn to attend class. Yesterday, Shangguan Ren failed to tell a story and tried to teach Wuchen more and more cautious.

Wuchen basically didn't go to bed the night before. He knew that his innate conditions were not very good. If he didn't express his oral language well, his body and language was not very good, so he worked harder the day after tomorrow. He prepared lessons all night, preparing lesson plans and learning plans, and even used his magic power to turn into a mirror. He tried to teach in the open space several times, and even studied his expression, voice, and body posture. His teaching strategy was divided into two major processes: one was to eliminate the negative impact of Shangguan Ren, and the other was to sow his own seeds. As for the specific operation, it depends on the students' reactions, and we must teach based on learning.

In the early morning, He Qihuan was already waiting respectfully at the door of the two old people. As soon as Wuchen came out, he went up and asked, "Senior, what are you talking about today?"

"What are you talking about? We won't talk about it today." Wuchen cuts the railway.
Chapter completed!