In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

Hearing this, the little Taoist priest quickly shook his head: "I promised the second lady, but I dare not say it."

"My lot turned out to be three numbers with the top sign on it." Cui Yu looked at Zhang Jiao thoughtfully. He suspected that the little Taoist priest had done some tricks on the lot and wanted to extort more money from him. Isn't this all? Is it a common method used by people in the world of martial arts?

Cui Yu looked at the little Taoist priest up and down, and the little Taoist priest explained seriously: "It's auspicious, so we should count one, five, seven. By the year, month, day, and hour of Haimao, it will be due east."

Cui Yu was stunned when he heard this. Isn't the direction due east the direction of Lijiacun?

As for the time, he couldn't understand it.

"It's beyond words! Believers are beyond words!" Zhang Jiao kept praising him.

Cui Yu looked at Zhang Jiao in front of him, his eyes swaying back and forth between Zhang Jiao and the lottery tube, hesitating in his heart.

"This is a bowl of gold sand. Please accept it, Taoist priest." Cui Yu said nothing more, took out a bowl of gold sand from his sleeve and handed it to the little Taoist priest opposite.

The little Taoist priest's eyes lit up when he saw Jinsha. He quickly stretched out his hand to catch the Jinsha and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Believer." The little Taoist priest looked at Cui Yu and said hesitantly before leaving.

"Is there anything else, Taoist Master?" Cui Yu stopped.

Although the lottery tube is good, it requires hundreds of millions of strange power, and the lottery tube cannot give itself feedback for such a long time, which shows that the birth of strange power must be extremely slow.

Even if one wisp is born a day, there are only 365 wisps in that year. Thirty-six thousand in ten years, thirty-six thousand in one hundred years. Only 360,000 in one thousand years. Only 3.6 million in ten thousand years, and only 36 million in 100,000 years.

He has to wait three hundred thousand years!

Years of vicissitudes have changed, and by then the world will be gone.

Moreover, he could feel that the lotus tube seemed to be integrated with the little Taoist priest's body. It had been refined by the little Taoist priest and became the little Taoist priest's treasure.

"Your mother loves spiritual things. This lotus tube from Xiaodao is an ancestral item. Although you can't give it away, you can borrow it from your mother to worship for a period of time." Zhang Jiao looked at Cui Yu with eyes full of compassion.

Zhang Jiao is really hungry!

In today's world, why is it so difficult to make a living?

He hasn't eaten in three days!

If Cui Yu hadn't changed his mind, he would have sold the tube long ago.

Judging from Cui Yu's family background, he must be a wealthy person if he still has the money to come to a martial arts school to practice martial arts in such a worldly situation. If the other party's mother offers a fortune stick and you go to get the meal yourself, is it perfectly natural, right?

Moreover, Cui Yu's previous talk about seeking immortality really made him think about it. Can you also enjoy the immortality?

"Is that okay?" Cui Yu smiled.

"Of course. I am a member of the family and have the benefit of becoming an adult!" Zhang Jiao nodded quickly.

Of course, making a living is one of them, but the most important thing is that Cui Yu won the lottery three times in a row. Zhang Jiao has been in the world for seven or eight years, but he has never encountered such a strange thing.

And he also knows that his own lottery box is not an ordinary thing, such as telling the information that appears in his mind.

But it's unusual, but it's unusual. Can't this thing be eaten?

We can't give him the magic of magical passages or the ability to fly around. We just tell him how to interpret the signs. What can he do?

Taoist priests also have to eat.

Cui Yu won the lottery three times, and he also wanted to know what his luck was.

"Okay, then I'll take care of you, Taoist Priest." Cui Yu smiled.

"Shall we go to eat?" Zhang Jiao looked at Cui Yu, and his stomach suddenly rumbled.

Cui Yu smiled and glanced at the restaurant not far away: "Let's go eat."

The two entered the restaurant, each ordered a large bowl of noodles, and then ate it.

After finishing the meal, Cui Yu asked the waiter for a while before rushing towards the Baicao Hall.

Baicaotang is indeed very famous, at least in Daliang City.

There is an old Confucian scholar in Baicaotang who specializes in teaching writing to common people. Do you think it is strange?

"Are you going to Baicao Hall?" Zhang Jiao hugged the lottery tube, tightened his bulging belly, and followed Cui Yu closely.

"Does the Taoist know about Baicaotang?" Cui Yu asked without looking back.

"Of course I know. Who doesn't know that weird old Confucian scholar from Baicao Hall?" Zhang Jiao shook his head: "Specializing in teaching knowledge to common people is the first of its kind in the world."

Writing is a weapon that only nobles can master. Do you think it's strange that this old Confucian scholar wants to teach common people?

"There must be a lot of students in Baicao Hall." Cui Yu asked.

"Not many. The old Confucian scholar only has three apprentices. Think about it, ordinary people are busy making a living, so how can they have time to attend lectures?" Zhang Jiao said.

Cui Yu was stunned.

Some people teach, but no one listens. It is really a sad world.

"Does the Taoist priest know how to read?" Cui Yu asked suddenly as the little Taoist priest was unraveling the fortune sticks.

"Illiterate." Zhang Jiao shook his head without thinking.

Cui Yu looked surprised.

"As soon as I took the sign, the information on the sign automatically appeared in my mind." Zhang Jiao didn't hide it either.

If you are illiterate, you are illiterate. If you pretend to be literate, you will definitely be exposed.

Cui Yu was suddenly surprised when he heard this: It is indeed a magical thing.

That lotus tube is really unusual.

The two of them walked all the way, and after more than half an hour, they arrived at the south of the city. In a small and unremarkable alley, the sound of reading loudly came from far away through the alley.

The alleys are crude and filled with debris.

Chicken coops and rabbit coops were piled together, and an unpleasant smell blew along the hot wind. He asked the little Taoist priest on the side to cover his nose hard: "We're here! The old Confucian scholar's home is in the alley."

Cui Yu ignored the little Taoist priest's words and repeatedly did not smell the unpleasant stench. Instead, he stood quietly outside the alley and listened quietly to the sound of reading in his ears.

The sound of reading is old, but the yin and yang fluctuate, and it seems to contain some unique rhythm. It seems that the four seasons of heaven and earth, the laws of yin and yang four phenomena are contained in it, which makes people unable to help but sink.

After tea time, the sound of reading stopped, and Cui Yu came back to his senses, still immersed in the charm of the past.

"He is a learned man." Cui Yu walked towards the alley.

The alley is two meters wide and is home to more than a dozen families. There are chicken coops and rabbit cages on one side, which looks a bit narrow.

After passing through the gates of each house, Cui Yu finally stopped in front of a dilapidated gate.

The gate was open, and a pergola was built in the yard. Under the shed stood an old man with white hair and beard.

The old man was full of energy, with strong bones and strong muscles and strong blood. The loud sound of reading that crossed the 100-meter alley was made by the old man.

Three students are more interesting.

A man in his twenties held a simple long sword in his arms. The scabbard was mottled with time and the color had long faded. The man was wearing a green shirt and had an ordinary face. He was sitting there with his eyes closed and a sword in his arms, looking like he was asleep.

Another man in his thirties held a vermilion gourd in his hand. He looked at the book in his hand with a sad face. From time to time he picked up the gourd and took a sip. The faint aroma of wine echoed in the yard.

There is also a girl who is fifteen or sixteen years old and has a frail temperament. She is sitting at the front with a serious look, looking down at the book in her hand and saying nothing.

Cui Yu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the strange combination in the yard.

Sure enough, extraordinary people do extraordinary things.

Cui Yu saw the old Confucian scholar, and the old Confucian scholar also saw Cui Yu.

The man who was drinking turned his head, quickly threw down the textbook in his hand, turned around and said, "Are you here to learn from a teacher?"

"Exactly." Cui Yu stepped into the courtyard and saluted the old Confucian scholar: "But Mr. Li Ming?"

"It's me." The old Confucian scholar nodded and was about to say something after he responded. The young man who was studying over there put down the book in his hand, interrupted the old Confucian scholar, and then turned to look at Cui Yu. He had extraordinary bearing, but with empty hands, he said: "If you want to become a disciple, you need a load of corn and twenty kilograms of meat."

"Xiao Yi, since you are here to be a disciple, you are sincere and want to learn. Why talk about those common things..." The old Confucian scholar said next to him.

"Sir is also a human being, not a saint who eats the wind and drinks the dew. If all the disciples who come to be my disciples do not practice cultivation, does the teacher go to drink the northwest wind every day? See if the teacher's wife agrees or not. Then the quarrel will be restless again. At this time, the young man actually reprimanded the old Confucian scholar sternly. The old Confucian scholar was stunned for a while. After a while, he said: "Knowledge is knowledge. It should not be related to yellow and white things. It insults the sanctity of knowledge. Why?" Once a master has mastered knowledge, he should pass it on from generation to generation, and he has the obligation to impart knowledge to the people of the world. This was originally taught to our human race for free by the ancestor Cangjie."

"You are noble, you are great, and Master's wife cannot drink porridge with you. If you hadn't made Master's wife angry and ran back to her parents' house the day before yesterday because she didn't accept someone to help her, would we be drinking porridge and eating pickles every day?" A young man named Xiaoyi His mouth was like a machine gun, beating the old Confucian scholar until his face turned blue and white, and he stood there without speaking.

Xiaoyi turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was drinking: "Elder brother, do you think so?"

"That's right! This old Confucian scholar is too rotten. Even if he doesn't have enough to eat, he makes us drink porridge. Why don't you restrain yourself and bring Master's wife back first? I miss the brew made by Master's wife. The wine is ready." The middle-aged man held the red gourd, looked at the old Confucian scholar with contempt in his eyes, and took a sip of the wine.

Cui Yu stood outside the door in a daze. This was not the same as the Confucian disciple he imagined.

Instead of being respectful, you can't just be sarcastic, right?

Is this still a Confucian disciple?

"Does that person outside the door have food and meat?" Xiaoyi looked at Cui Yu and woke up Cui Yu with his words.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Cui Yu said quickly: "How can a mere load of rice be compared with priceless knowledge? I am willing to give you a hundred loads of rice, a thousand catties of meat, and thirty jars of fine wine to serve as my apprentice."

Cui Yu glanced at the few people in the yard. They were all wearing rags and patches, which was completely inconsistent with the tall and noble Confucianism he remembered.

After hearing Cui Yu's words, several people in the yard were stunned.

The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu with his eyes and couldn't help but blurt out: "Where did you get the rice?"

This is a year of great disasters, and we don’t know when the natural disasters will stop.

Xiaoyi was also stunned, as if she had never heard of such a large amount of food.

When the little Taoist priest behind Cui Yu heard this, his pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hands from his sleeves and kept pulling at them: "How much is a hundred tons of rice? Can it be piled up into a hill?"

"I've made a lot of money! I've made a lot of money! I've found a long-term meal ticket. They have so much food at home, so they shouldn't be short of my rations, right?" The little Taoist priest's heart was trembling.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Zhang Jiao just wants to have a full meal!

That's all!

As Cui Yumin's identity, even if the other party recognizes that he is a liar, what can he do to him?

If he runs away, where will he find him?

This is simply a perfect meal ticket.

Xiaoyi in the yard was also stunned at this time, a hundred tons of grain? Who dares to be so heroic?

The next moment, Xiao Yi stood up abruptly, came forward with a smile on his face, and bowed to him: "You haven't asked me your name yet? Which prince and grandson are you from? That's a hundred tons of grain, brother, are you kidding me?" "

"I, Cui Yu, am just a commoner. As for a hundred tons of grain..." Cui Yu shook his head: "It's just a hundred tons of grain."

"Okay! Okay! Okay! From today on, you are my junior brother. This is your senior brother Ji Kunpeng. This is the second senior brother Nan Bei. I am the third oldest, and my name is Wang Yi. You can also call me Xiao Yi. "The young man took Cui Yu's hand, his eyes full of eagerness, then looked at the old Confucian scholar standing there blankly, and said reproachfully: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you go and serve tea and wait for the apprenticeship ceremony."

Then he turned around and hurriedly pulled the old Confucian scholar to sit on the stool, and said to the man holding the wine gourd: "Elder brother, go and serve tea. Hurry up and ask this unjust man to become a disciple. Don't call him this." The person who was taken advantage of ran away."

Cui Yu's face suddenly turned dark when he heard this.

Taken advantage of?

Is the name of this scapegoat okay?

He just saw that a few people were living in poverty, so he deliberately provided some financial aid. The old Confucian scholar seems to be an honest and honest person. He can impart knowledge to the people of the world for free, which shows his character.

Intellectual people are rare these days. With the knowledge of an old Confucian scholar, where can he go without fine clothes and fine food? Why do you have to suffer in this back alley?

Besides, it was only a hundred tons of grain that he had materially transformed into, so he really didn’t think it was much.

The old scholar was pulled by Wang Yi to sit on a stool, and then senior brother Ji Kunpeng brought tea.

Cui Yu and the old Confucian scholar were like puppets, and they completed the apprenticeship ceremony in a daze.

"Are you going to become a disciple now?" Cui Yu was a little confused.

"Sit down, let's start teaching today." The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu who was kneeling down, subconsciously picked up the book in his hand, stood there at a loss, and said blankly.

When Cui Yu heard this, he was pulled to the side by Xiao Yi.

"Are you literate?" The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu.

Cui Yu shook his head when he heard this.

The old Confucian scholar held the scroll and seemed to have regained the feeling of being a teacher. His face was as usual and he said: "It doesn't matter. As long as you are diligent and studious, you will eventually recognize it one day."

"Today we study the chapter "Asking for Policy." The old Confucian scholar said with a smile.

Xiaoyi tugged at Cui Yu's sleeves beside him: "It doesn't matter if you don't know the characters. What we and your husband are learning are principles. As long as you understand the principles clearly, you will naturally step into the Confucian road. Words are bound by deeds and become inferior. Principles are the only way. It's superior. As long as you understand the truth, learning calligraphy will be easy."

When Cui Yu heard Wang Yi's words, he suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart. He looked at Xiaoyi who was smiling brightly: "Are you literate?"