What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 279 Daoist Xu Ji, please sit down
At nine o'clock in the evening, Xu Ji sat on the balcony and put aside the mobile phone that recorded the video.

Then he looked up at the dimly lit distance.

Slowly closing his eyes, he has been memorizing the lesson preparation records of the second grade of junior high school all day today.

For the convenience of teaching, he even took a mobile phone and downloaded a pile of test papers...

My brain is a little swollen.

"This is only the second grade..." He thought in his heart, "If it's the third year of middle school, or even the third year of high school..."

"How is this still playing?"

He was originally a scumbag.

The mathematics content in high school has basically been forgotten.

If he were to take the exam now, it would be difficult for him to pass the exam!
Fortunately, his current energy and brain flexibility are not comparable to his past.

As long as you sink down to study and become a master, there is no problem.

Therefore, he has already invited Gui Ling to find him a famous high school mathematics teacher to make up his lessons.

In addition, he also revisited the content of physics and chemistry in the first grade of junior high school today.

I also found some tutorials on building simple physics and chemistry laboratories on the Internet, and learned for two or three hours.

"This time in the past..." Xu Ji thought: "The glass industry should be on the agenda!"

In that mythical world, it is very interesting that the glass technology has actually been cracked long ago.

Not to mention the gods and Buddhas in the sky, even the monks and monsters in the world have already refined all kinds of colored glaze.

For example, the Crystal Palace in Shashui was built with a lot of glass like tempered glass.

Although these glazes are mottled in color, they are very transparent.

It is these things that belong to the creations of monks and monsters, and rarely flow into the people.

Thinking about these things, Xu Ji was in a daze.

dong dong dong...

A crisp bell came from behind his head.

Open your eyes, countless sunlight falls around your body.

"I'm back!" As soon as Xu Ji stretched out his hand, the Excalibur fell into his hand.

dong dong dong...

The mathematical clock also jumped into his hand, spinning in the palm of his hand.

On the divine sword, a piece of green lotus blooms.

The magnificent picture manifests from the pupils of the eyes.

In an instant, the stars move, and time and space mutate.

Xu Ji was the same as last time, appearing in the past of the old god.

However, this time he has experience.

From the perspective of the old god, he found that he was still standing at the gate of that extremely ancient Taoist palace.

Beside him, the two 'Taoists' with blurred figures stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

In front of the Dao Palace, countless shadows with only ashes gathered together, and they seemed to be whispering and talking about something.

Xu Ji listened carefully, but unfortunately most of the voices were indistinct, like the noise of snowflakes on an old black and white TV.

Even the voices of the two Taoists beside him were the same.

The content of their discussion seems to have been deliberately blurred and hidden.

"Is it because of the old gods?" Xu Ji couldn't help guessing: "Or these existences, because of their high personalities, their pasts are all elusive?"

Thinking of this, the gate of the ancient Taoist palace has been opened.

It was still the shadows of two boys and girls, appearing in front of the gate.

"The 500-year period has come, please enter the palace!"

So, the old god and his two senior brothers walked in first.

Then, there were thousands of figures behind him.

The Dao Palace was instantly packed to the brim.

And Xu Ji also followed in the footsteps of the old fairy, walked to a corner of the Taoist palace, and sat down.

At this moment, countless mysterious voices sounded from all directions.

A Taoist holding a whisk, whose figure is filled with countless radiance, and whose face is hidden in countless auspicious lights, appeared on a jade plate.

"Today, the 500-year period has come. Poverty Dao and fellow Taoists, let's talk about the Dao again!"

The voice of the Taoist, like microwaves, echoed in the palace.

Thousands of people cheered one after another: "Fellow Daoist, be merciful!"

Then I just heard the Taoist say: "Today, the poor Taoist and fellow Taoists will talk about the cause and effect..."

At this moment, Xu Ji suddenly felt his scalp go numb, and his mind was stunned.

A pair of black and white, simple and pure eyes appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Xu Ji had a feeling: "I've been discovered!"

"I was seen!"

He was seen by the master of this ancient Taoist palace.

Through time and space, see clearly.

"Fellow Taoist is here!" The voice of the Taoist came from the ear: "It is fate!"

"Please sit down too!"

Xu Ji was ignorant, following his instinct, Jishou bowed, "No!"

Then he found that he seemed to appear in that Taoist palace.

There is a futon in front of him.

In this Taoist palace, except for him and the Taoist, everyone ignored his existence.

It seemed that he was regarded as a person who did not exist.

But Xu Ji felt that he really appeared in that Taoist palace.

Everything in front of me is very real.

He quietly observed his surroundings.

It's the same as what he saw through the old fairy's perspective.

Everyone is blurry, and most of the figures are only an empty shell, a little ashes.

Like soap bubbles, like a shadow recorded in history.

At this moment, Xu Ji knew inexplicably that the people who used to be in this Taoist palace no longer exist now.

Most people have been wiped out.

There are only dozens of shadows, but there are still entities.

"This means that in this mythical world, there are still dozens of people who are close to or as good as the old gods?" Xu Ji thought, and looked up at the Taoist in front of him.

The face of the Taoist is still hidden behind the infinite auspicious light, hazy.

But his eyes were black and white, and he looked at Xu Ji curiously.

Then Jishou praised: "Excellent! Excellent!"

"The number of Dayan is fifty, and nine out of forty are used. There is indeed one who escapes!"

"Pindao has opened his eyes today!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand: "Fellow Daoist, please sit down!"

"Dare to ask your friend's name?" He asked again.

Xu Ji licked his lips, feeling uneasy and extremely nervous.

He knew that what he was facing might be the final boss of this mythical world!

Just looking at the figure of this Taoist, Xu Ji felt as if he was facing the boundless and boundless world.

How dare he lie in front of such a person?

I can only answer honestly: "Xu Ji... came here by accident..."

The moment Xu Ji said his name.

Everything around him began to tremble violently.

In the Dao Palace, there was a surge of wind and thunder in an instant.

Countless numbers and symbols swept from all directions and merged into his body, making his body stare at him.

"Mercy! Mercy!" Seeing this scene, the Taoist was extremely pleased: "Fellow Daoist Xu Ji, please sit down!"

He pointed to the futon.

A futon not far from the jade dish.

A futon in front of the old fairy.

Xu Ji turned his head and looked at the old god, but unfortunately, the figure of the old god was blurred like the others.

Everyone seems to be unaware of what happened at this moment.

Xu Ji could only swallow his saliva, and sat down obediently.

(End of this chapter)