"...... People are kind to them, I am kind to them... People have no gaps, and monsters do not act on their own. I treat the people well..."

The autumn wind blows down the yellow leaves and floats away from the pool, quietly ripples. On the side of the huge rock with the word "Wanshou" engraved, the young scholar with the head tied with the silk scarf, holding the book, whispered and walked past the children sitting in the futon, with a gentle voice: "........ People only have virtues when they stand..."

Sitting cross-legged, children wearing small Taoist robes were slightly numb, and their faces were full of confusion when they heard it. Few could understand the words. Soon after, Lu Liangsheng had booked a book and tapped the head of the secretly dozed child, which immediately caused the children around him to laugh.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Listen more in the future. When you grow up, you will naturally understand."

Lu Liangsheng was not angry, but smiled and reached out to rub the child who had been knocked, "...It will be useless to learn these things, okay, today I will finish my studies, put the mat and put it back in place, and then wait for eight masters here to come and teach you some physical things."

The children nodded hesitantly. When they saw the gentleman leaving, they cheered and picked up the futon and ran to the attic on the right.

Lu Liangsheng looked back at them and couldn't help laughing. He brought these children into the temple. He did not set too many rules, nor did he follow the famous sects and other things like the heads and elders. He just wanted to teach some children so that these orphans who had no parents could have the ability to be with them. But before that, he would read more books on morality to fill their thoughts, so that they would not learn magic and do evil when they went outside in the future, so he slapped himself in the face.

After half a month of getting along, these orphans who lost their parents were mostly precocious and sensible. Even if they didn't understand the principles in the book he was talking about, they would listen quietly. As long as they remember them in their hearts, they would spread them in a subtle way in the future. As a guideline for going outside, there would be no need to worry about too many incidents.

It can even give these children the next generation to the same ideological education, so there is no need to worry about going on the evil path. Of course, this is just what Lu Liangsheng expected. If it was really at that time, no one could say it.

"Lao Lu, it seems that you can't compare to your eight uncles and you like them."

The Taoist squatted under the shade of the tree, followed the toad Taoist lying on the small recliner, staring at the scholar holding the book in black eyes, touched the beard sharpener, and smiled: "Last time, Ben Dao gave them a method of painting and demons. Even now, these children still remember that when they saw Ben Dao, one master was long and the other was short, Ben Dao was so comfortable that he was called, hehe!"

On the small recliner, the toad opened the toad's eyes and tilted his face. He looked at Sun Yingxian with a smile and squeezed his eyes into a crack. He hummed: "...Don't your eyes hurt anymore? What kind of magic is the art of painting and demons? Isn't it that the black pig beat him up?"

"You have to care! I am happy!"

One person, one toad, and another was disagreeing. The painting and shadow that Sun Yingxian mentioned was just some magic tricks that could be used without magic power found in the books left by the deceased master. However, there was no demon around him to demonstrate, so he had to find Zhu Gangli, but he backfired and showed his true colors in front of the children. That night, Zhu Gangli was blocked in the room and beaten up...

Lu Liangsheng looked at the two of them staring at each other, shook his head, and followed Mingyue behind him to the attic where he lived.

On this side, Hong Lian, wearing a white dress, was looking at the galloping paintings of horses on the screen. When the scholar came in, he came forward and took the book with one hand, turned around and handed over the tea that had been prepared, showing a smile, watching Lu Liangsheng drink the tea.

"Young Master, have you finished teaching today? How are they learning?"

"I don't understand." Lu Liangsheng put down the tea bowl and sat on the stool. He looked at the arrangements written on the paper, and there was a smile in his eyes. He thought he was in a good mood.

"But there is no hurry, we are still young, and we may not be ineffective in the future."

"But, I think they are still very good." Hong Lian looked at the pool outside, followed Lu Pan and the eight others to exercise their limbs and nourish their breath, "Young Master, you see, they are more serious than the other, it's not good for the young master to teach."

Lu Liangsheng, who was looking at the contents on the paper, was stunned for a moment, "Is that right?" However, when he glanced at the dimples faintly on the corner of Honglian's mouth, he could not see anything. His fingers kept fiddling: "Honglian also learned to tease him?"

Hong Lian stuck out her tongue and made a face: "Young Master only knows it." As he said that, the white skirt turned around and flew to the screen with a smile, he got into the moving painting, and rode on it with a big brown horse raised his whip.

The scholar withdrew his gaze, sat on the stool, looked back at the group of little people who were following Lu Pan and "drink!" under Qiuri, and raised their eyebrows.

"Is there really something wrong with my teaching method? Forget it, let's change it later. Let these children get familiar with it first. Well, before going to Suliu and the two states, I will take them to know Zhiguanli first. Otherwise, I won't know what will happen if I leave."

In the afternoon, Lu Liangsheng gathered more than 200 children and walked around Wanshou Temple, telling them the origin of this Taoist temple. Hearing words such as the Holy Fire Mingzun, Zishan Temple, and the collection of paintings, he did not react much. He just felt that it was magical and listened to it as a story.

But later, when Sun Yingxian talked about demons, he became interested and his ears were almost on the stalker.

"It is difficult to distinguish evil things with the naked eye. You should look at the surrounding environment, such as trees, soil, water, creatures, and evil spirits, these four things are difficult to deceive people..."

Among these children, some raised their little arms hesitantly: "Master Sun, what about...what...the toads basking in the sun over there?"

Sun Yingxian glanced at the toad that had turned over on the small recliner, "That old toad, you have to call Master!"

On the recliner, the toad Taoist who was basking in the sun seemed to hear the words coming, and quickly turned over and sat down, coughed dryly, and looked at the group of children walking over with serious eyes.

Hearing a respectful voice, "Hello, Master!"

The Toad Taoist nodded his head with a solemn expression, waved his webbing at them, and when he walked away, his tightened belly returned to his original state, yawned lazily, and continued to lie down on the recliner and sleep soundly.

Then, the Taoist took the group of children to the eaves and pointed at an old donkey that was crawling not far away, "This is the mount of your national teacher. Although it is a donkey, it will become. Have you ever seen the unicorn on the painting? That's it."

A group of children shook their heads.

Lao Sun smacked his lips and simply snapped his fingers at Lao Du: "Come on, show them a look, and it's okay to release some electricity."

Under the eaves, the old donkey opened his eyes lazily. Seeing that it was a Taoist, he closed his eyes again. On the bald skin, he 'crapped' and popped up some electric flowers, so he was too lazy to pay attention to it.

'This old donkey...' Taoist stood there in embarrassment, and roared into the building with a loud voice: "Scholar Lu, you can do it yourself, this Taoist can't do it!"

However, in response to him, a pretty face came out from behind the tightly closed window frame, which scared a group of children so much that they screamed and shrank into a ball. This thing is sometimes even more scary than a demon. After all, this is what the old man in the village often talks about.

Hong Lian poked his head and whispered: "Master Sun, the young master is writing. I will travel far away later to Suliu and the two states."

"So fast?"

The Taoist scratched the Taoist bun, looked back at the children, and waved: "Let's go, I will take you to see something more exciting."

Many children followed suspiciously and saw the furnishings in the hall, moving screens, and glowing porcelain bottles, and exclaimed in succession.

Walking through the hall, I came to the stone steps leading to the underground. A group of children had not yet come back to the outside, but faced the rumored monsters for the first time.

Looking at Zhu Erniang, who was hanging in the dome, half-man and half-spider spitting silk threads and waving eight legs, pulling countless spider silks from all directions, her handsome face blinked, and a timid child turned his eyes and fainted without saying a word. The others couldn't get any better, so they pulled the Taoist robe and hid behind, or squeezed each other, covered their eyes and buried their heads and dared not look at them.

"What are you afraid of? Open your eyes for me!" Sun Yingxian woke up the youngest child and held his collar over his head. "I can see clearly that this is a spider spirit. You should call her Erniang in the future. The robe and shoes you wear are woven for you one by one."

More than 200 children squeezed the floor room full. Looking at the spider silks around them and the shoes and socks formed in the spider spirit's hands, the little man subconsciously wiped off the silky and warm robes on his body. Although he was still very scared, he still dared to take a few more glances.

Afterwards, I left the floor and wanted to call Zhu Gangli out to let the orphans get to know each other, but unfortunately the old pig rushed to Xifenglou and had not come back yet.

Lu Liangsheng's arrangement was probably to avoid some children being unable to resist curiosity. When he left with the Taoist, he was frightened when Lu Pan and others were not careful and slipped into the floor room. Instead of doing so, it would be better to let them see clearly. While avoiding curiosity, he also had an intuitive understanding of the monsters.

...........

The sky shrank and gradually became gloomy.

After watching Wanshou Temple, more than 200 children were taken away by Lu Pan. In the attic, the Taoist wiped a magic sword and wiped off his back. He counted the yellow talismans and put them on the cloth bag. Seeing Lu Liangsheng packed his bags, came out with a bookshelf, and placed them on the back of the old donkey. He followed him out, pinched his finger joints hard, and a series of "kak" bones sounded lightly.

"At that time, let me hit that old dragon a few more times!"

"what ever."

Lu Liangsheng put down the scroll and sat on the back of the donkey. He still walked slowly from the old donkey to the mountain gate below. In the shaking bookshelf, the Toad Taoist drooped his eyes and looked at the street scene passing by in confusion, as if he was sleepy again.

Ah Erang huh~~~
Chapter completed!