I'm building a heaven in a mental hospital

Chapter 66 Learning without Thinking is Lost, Thinking Without Learning is Dangerous!
Into the night
Inside the Zhengyang Mountain Taoist Temple.

Real Zhao, who didn't know that the catastrophe was approaching.

He is entertaining a special guest who came all the way.

It was a man wearing an ancient scholar's Confucian shirt, with a gentle and jade-like temperament.

Although his appearance looks much younger than Zhenren Zhao, he looks like he is in his 30s.

But in terms of actual age, he was even older than Zhenren Zhao.

It was the night when the evil spirits wreaked havoc on Jiangyuan City.

Zhenren Zhao used the blood-stained paper spirit crane to contact the scholar who lived in seclusion in a remote mountain academy and studied hard. He was known as a bookworm.

"Brother Zhao, please don't worry, it is my duty as scholars to subdue demons and maintain order in the world! After three days, I will go to the Goddess Peak. If I encounter an ancient demon that cannot be solved, I will definitely fight to the death with half a volume of the real book of the sage." !"

The scholar who knew what happened had a calm expression and took it for granted.

Zhenren Zhao naturally knew what a heavy price he would pay for using the relics of the soldiers of the Great Dao that were not within his ability.

Over the past few years, several of the old friends and seniors I knew have died because of this.

He let out a long sigh, and said with a look of indignation:

"Sigh. It's a pity that the two peerless immortals that Li Xiaoyou got acquainted with couldn't do anything at will, otherwise it would be easy to solve this disaster."

"Brother Zhao, have you really met the real immortal?"

"Of course, the Immortal Venerable is so extraordinary and outstanding, it really makes me yearn for it!"

Zhenren Zhao raised his head proudly, as if he had really seen it with his own eyes.

The scholars who received an affirmative answer also showed yearning:

"I have studied poetry and books for hundreds of years, and read the chapters handed down by sages every day. I don't know if I can meet a living Confucian or Taoist sage in this life, talk to him or even get close to him! If I can achieve my wish, even death is worth it!"

"Chao Wendao, Xi can die!"

Master Zhao stroked his long beard with his hand, and agreed loudly.

The words just finished.

Suddenly there was the sound of something huge hitting the ground in the courtyard.

And accompanied by a thunderous sentence:
"Since you are so sensible, you have already figured out that you will be beaten half to death at night, then obediently give up resisting and lie down, let the old man take a few punches to calm down!"

Zhenren Zhao and the scholars looked into the courtyard together.

I saw that the hard bluestone slabs paved in the courtyard were all torn apart like spider webs.

In the middle of the deep pit that was smashed down, a burly old man with a broad back and a broad chest was slowly walking out of the dusty sky step by step.

As if afraid of damaging the clothes, the upper body of this person was naked, while the lower body was wearing a pair of ragged pants that seemed to be picked up casually.

The terrifying muscles on the chest originally converged to vaguely form the word "reason", but at this moment it changed into a big word "benevolence".

Really benevolent!
Cooperate with the shining "Germany" on the back!

Together it is "benevolence"!
The strong sense of oppression approaching step by step made the two people in the room shudder with horror!
Especially Zhenren Zhao.

Even before he was beaten, blood was already bleeding from his nose.

This made him suspect that he hadn't just been punched earlier.

Instead, he suffered some kind of extremely terrifying avenue injury.

"I don't know, brother, what's the point of your late-night visit?"

"Fuck you!"

Thinking that he only asked for an hour's leave, the old man didn't want to push any more.

Punch out!
A straight punch hit Zhao Zhenren's cheek again.

Just now it was just the nose of a small stream, but now blood is flying like a river.

But it's not over yet.

Another punch from top to bottom hit Zhenren Zhao on the head.

Just like a hammer hitting a nail, he smashed half of his body into the ground.

Looking at the old friend who looks miserable, with only half of his body exposed, the scholar can't stand it anymore.

Solemnly, he took out the half-volume sage book from his bosom, and began to recite it in an attempt to stop it.

Read each word aloud.

Then a golden text flew out from the scroll.

In an instant, nearly a hundred golden characters appeared.

These golden words flew towards each other.

It seems to want to form a cage, trap the suddenly appearing old man in it, and stop the violence from continuing.

But what readers never expected is that.

The golden text just touched each other.

Didn't work at all.

Just like a mouse meeting a cat, they all quickly retreated back together.

Hidden back in this half-volume sage's true book, and no matter how the reader recites and communicates.

This half volume of the sage's true book is like playing dead, and there is no reaction at all.

Just when the scholar was thinking about it in a panic.

Do you want to sacrifice yourself to use the ultimate move that was originally planned to deal with the ancient demons, Saint Zhenshu's last box-pressing move?

After all, the burly and terrifying old man in front of him seemed not to be inferior to the ancient demons in Goddess Peak mentioned by Zhao Zhenren.

The half-volume sage's real book that already has spirituality in his hand seems to have sensed the terrifying and bold ideas of the scholar.

In order not to let himself be implicated, he directly broke away from the hands of the scholar.

It flew to the feet of the master, like a person kneeling and kowtowing.

The scroll bends and bends, as if bowing and apologizing.

Looking at the scroll with a somewhat familiar breath under his feet, the master stretched out his palm.

The scroll understood immediately and flew into the opponent's palm.

After a glance, the master recognized the origin of the scroll.

At that time, I had countless disciples, including 72 disciples and [-] disciples.

This scroll was written by one of the least capable of those 72 disciples.

Because he was too ineffective, he even forgot his name for a while.

So he walked up to the scholars who didn't know how many generations of his descendants.

He stretched out the scroll in front of him and asked:
"Is this book yours?"

"Yes, it is."

Confused about the current situation, the scholar who was completely frightened and stupid replied obediently.

If he simply encountered an invincible and powerful enemy, he would not even blink for a moment even if he lost his head.

But the sudden "betrayal" of the sage's true book he inherited made him really unable to understand the collapse of faith.

Shouldn’t the saint’s festival remaining in the scroll be…

Is it better to have broken jade than to be whole?
"How are you reading?"

"I study hard every day."

"You can only study hard, no wonder you are so weak! Don't you understand the principle of 'learning without thinking is dead, thinking without learning is dead'?"

"Ah? Why... why?"

"If you learn my martial arts but don't learn my thoughts, you will be confused. If you learn my thoughts but don't learn my martial arts, you will be beaten to death! Learning ideas is to reason people, and having force is to make people lie on the ground Obediently listen to your reasoning!"

The master had a disappointed expression of hating iron for being weak, and then reprimanded: "Stretch out your hand!"

He was clearly an enemy, but the words of the other party seemed to be filled with an irresistible force.

The scholar stretched out his palms subconsciously.

Snapped!Snapped!
Accompanied by two crisp sounds.

The palms of the scholars who were educated with the half volume of the sage's real book as a ruler immediately swelled into two big steamed buns.

And just when he was being whipped, the scholar suddenly had some kind of enlightenment in his heart.

The old man in front of him... this old man who can make saints and real books show such a respectful and obedient attitude...

Could it be...

And after finishing the education, the master thought that there was not much time left for him to ask for leave.

He just got this package of food and lodging and a good salary, but he doesn't want to make mistakes when he just joins the job.

So he threw the half-volume of the sage's real book that he was reluctant to part with, and threw it to this useless disciple and grandson.

With force under the feet, the body is like a cannonball out of the chamber.

It flew directly into the sky and disappeared on the top of Zhengyang Mountain.

But at this moment, the scholar who was standing there blankly, was awakened by Zhenren Zhao's cry for help when he fell into the ground.

Just wanted to go to the rescue.

But suddenly remembered something.

Quickly looking for cloth strips, Meizizi wrapped her palms tightly.

Starting today, never wash your hands again!

(End of this chapter)