Chapter 239: The Most Awesome Class in History

After Zhou Cheng returned to the house, he pondered his head and thought about how to teach the next class so as to educate students to the greatest extent.

These archaeological students seem to have one problem, that is, they love ancient Chinese culture very much. In the same way, if it were not for exploring the secrets of the world and exploring the secrets of unknown civilizations buried by history, who would be a hard and tiring archaeologist?

Most archaeologists do need to run around frequently, and no matter whether it is windy or rainy, they need to do some work. Sometimes, if the task is particularly urgent, even in the downpour, archaeologists also need to start work immediately.

However, girls like Bai Xueling, who look extremely delicate at first sight, fell in love with this subject that can be said to be an unpopular one. There are only 30 people in one class, and there are indeed a few.

Maybe she wanted to conduct some archaeological research, but maybe she might. After all, no girl could have suffered as much. She carried a shovel and a brush, digged here and there.

"Since they all like ancient Chinese culture and those mysterious things, I will give them a deep memory teaching and let them know that some things buried by history! If you don't understand history and the most fundamental things of civilization, how can you talk about revival?"

Zhou Cheng smiled a little treacherously, and he thought of a very terrifying idea. He didn't think that as an archaeology teacher, it would be bad to do this. Anyway, the focus is on teaching and learning. He just played a guiding role.

He did it right away. Zhou Cheng took out a pack of yellow talisman paper he bought from a Taoist priest on the roadside, a box of red sand hat-shaped cinnabar, and a brush.

Zhou Cheng’s idea is very simple, just draw a few talismans, which are useful during class.

Drawing talismans is a very labor-intensive thing. In Taoist terms, drawing talismans is also a kind of practice. However, for Zhou Cheng, drawing talismans is much simpler.

Strictly speaking, the ancient Chinese methods of drawing talismans are actually very rigorous and harsh.

First of all, the talisman paper has a certain size and should not be used randomly. Generally, the auspicious size of nine on the meter star where it is hung is the best, and nine is the ultimate of the Tao. The tools for drawing talismans must be followed by a thorn pen, a thorn paper, a thorn water, a thorn ink, and a thorn ink spell. Because the pen is the most important thing in carving talisman seals. The so-called drawing of a tiger or a cat depends on the quality of the brush.

Before drawing talismans, you must recite mantras, such as the Six Ding and Six Jias, the Magic Mantra of Fortune and Longevity Mantra, the Magic Mantra of Xuandu Tian, ​​and the Golden Light Mantra. When taking strokes and drawing talismans, you must focus on the talisman paper with all your heart, and recite the talisman silently in order to complete it in one go, so that the talisman has the greatest effect.

If there are unfinished talismans, they must not be discarded at will. They need to light incense and wax them. After a pious sacrifice, they can be cremated with the gold of life. This is to show the respect of the person who paints the talisman to the gods.

However, Zhou Cheng doesn't have to be so troublesome to draw talismans. Although the magic power and Taoist practice he can use now are in the stage of transformation because Hongjun is harmonious, the mere ability of drawing talismans can still be achieved overnight.

Drawing talismans is the most test of mind and Taoism. Although Zhou Cheng cannot draw the jade purple talisman that shocks the world and makes ghosts and gods, or his former Qinglian Holy talisman, he can still pick up some simple talismans at will.

In Zhou Cheng's words, drawing talismans depends on knowledge. Using the power of the talisman paper and the engraved talisman orders, worshiping the immortals and communicating with the underworld, all borrow a small amount of things that conform to the Tao depicted on the talisman.

Only when humans cast spells are led by the power of the soul, the Tao acts, and the magic power is used as a means, can they show the unpredictable power of gods and ghosts like immortals.

Casting spells with talismans, but using the essence of the Tao engraved on the talisman, it can inspire some subtle laws in the way of heaven to help oneself accomplish things.

For Zhou Cheng, drawing talismans are relatively simple things, and there is no need for special cinnabar, let alone any good pens. Once the talisman paper is spread out, you can just use a few talismans. Of course, the power is only average, but it is enough.

"Not bad. Fortunately, I didn't even draw talismans by hand!"

Zhou Cheng looked at the handful of talisman paper in his hand with emotion, and he drew it a few strokes. He was not worried about the power. First of all, he had the strength of the incarnation stage. It should not be difficult to draw talismans. In addition, he was quite knowledgeable and could not stop him even if he had a talisman. Of course, the power was not very great.

After drawing these dozen talismans, Zhou Cheng felt that his Taoist practice and magic power had made slight progress. He could feel that there were clear streams rushing in his soul, which should be the Taoist practice that Hongjun used a principle similar to a communicator. Zhou Cheng himself broke through and let the water go there.

Zhou Cheng was overjoyed. This was the first time he felt this kind of surprise after he came back. It seemed that it was only a matter of time before he broke through the God Transformation Period and entered the Void Return Period.

After finishing these things, Zhou Cheng took off his clothes and went to bed. Although the life of ordinary people is simple, there is also a kind of ordinary happiness in it. Perhaps this is exactly what Zhou Cheng is looking for.

"The road is far away, but I have been persisting..." Zhou Cheng looked at the dazzling galaxy outside the window and said the last sentence in a daze. Then he went to sleep, and he wanted to dream, but he dreamed whatever he wanted.

That is what Hongjun said, the way is simple!

The next day, Zhou Cheng got up early in the morning. It was outside the window that had not been closed all night. A group of early birds woke him up. These guys got up earlier than a monk.

After washing up, Zhou Cheng still had one set in Zhongshan. Anyway, there were three sets, which happened to be worn on the turn, and the colors were different. Taking the flute that his grandfather Zhou Shiyu gave him, Zhou Cheng went downstairs and found a stone bench under a big camphor tree. As soon as he sat down, he started blowing.

Life is for enjoyment, not for every day to spend it in immersed in past achievements. Zhou Cheng thought of it, and he did it too.

A melodious song (the lonely star sings alone) slowly flows out from each bamboo hole of the eight-hole bamboo flute again. The sound of the flute spreads from near to far, like rain.

Last night, Daoxing and magic power improved for the first time. Zhou Cheng was in a good mood. After leaving the Zhou family's mystery, the dull teaching life in college made him feel that he did not waste time. Although others were busy studying and making money, he was just busy understanding the great way and seeking the accumulation of the great way bit by bit.

The song moves with the heart, and the song begins to become like a bird returning home. More and more birds flying nearby are flying up and down with the sound of the flute, and finally they look like thousands of birds facing the phoenix towards Zhou Cheng.

The song changes again, and the sound of the flute goes from like thousands of birds returning to the nest, to the vast blue sky, sometimes the bottomless deep valley, sometimes the dangerous cliff, sometimes the stormy waves.

Zhou Cheng felt that everything around him was changing and moving on a certain trajectory. The birds flew away. They were chasing the world in their flute sound. The trees were moving and the wind was rising. It was the way of nature. Zhou Cheng remembered that he had passed it to his youngest apprentice back then, but unfortunately...

As Zhou Cheng's feelings changed, the song became low and like crying. All the birds flew away. The radius of a hundred meters suddenly seemed to be blowing wind, which was completely different from the world of a hundred meters. The wind within a hundred meters blew Zhou Cheng's clothes again and again, tearing Zhou Cheng's hair, as if it was the sound of hatred flutes, and it seemed that Zhou Cheng resented himself.

At this moment, Zhou Cheng had already integrated into Zhou Za’s world. He was communicating with them and telling them the deepest helplessness and confusion in his heart. Here is hope for the Dao, here is helplessness for the Dao, and even more guilt towards his little disciple. Everything is the true feelings of Zhou Cheng!

This is a state of forgetting both heaven and man.

"Huh, who is playing the flute? So strange!"

Zhou Cheng's flute sound stopped abruptly. He had just integrated into Zhou Za's environment and suddenly felt a person a thousand meters away flying towards him. Yes, it was flying. It was not that his strength in the God Transformation Stage could observe so far, but that he was particularly sensitive to Zhou Za's perception in the realm of forgetting both heaven and man.

For a moment, Zhou Cheng was not scared by his impulse just now. At this time, he had just retreated from the realm of forgetting both heaven and man. Although he had not moved much on the avenue, he remembered her even more guiltily in this moment of memory. She should be the first person he had betrayed.

Without having time to regret playing the sound of a flute in the spiritual realm of a monk, Zhou Cheng quickly climbed up the stairs because he heard countless footsteps coming to him. Of course, what made him most depressed was the flying man who broke through the air.

Zhou Cheng had just come up. Under his deliberate spiritual perception, he knew that the flying man who had just been perceived by him in the realm of forgetting both heaven and man had just arrived above his house and was looking around in confusion.

"Who is so unethical? What flute is playing in the early morning? Is it possible to make people sleep?!"

Zhou Cheng mustered up the courage to open the window, and shouted loudly at the bottom. Then the window closed and never opened the door again!

This roar came in time. After being roared by the student who was originally following the sound of curiosity, he had to discuss the flute sound that seemed to be able to be plucked by the heart. Living in this decadent metropolis, people's hearts are very restless. Today, when the sound of such a strange flute sound can't help but feel trembling.

The reason for the students to be happy is very simple. They all say that this is enough. Sichuan University, which is regarded as a nouveau riche, can also play this kind of flute sound like the sound of nature. Who dares to underestimate Sichuan University in the future?

The students were very happy because they had never heard such touching sounds, even the sound of the soul-shaking flute. They listened to many popular songs on weekdays and had long forgotten that their nation had such instruments made of bamboo tubes. They also forgot that in the ancient Chinese civilization, although the bamboo flute originated in the Western Regions, it was carried forward in the inheritance of Chinese civilization.

It’s just a pity that in today’s society, many things have changed. Among the ten college students, at least one can know Western musical instruments, especially those with good families, such as pianos, violins, and guitars. However, among the ten college students, there are basically no one who can do flutes, flutes, guzhengs, and guqins.

Many times, it is not civilization that abandons humans, but humans themselves abandon civilization. Like monkeys, they always think that the things in their hands are not as good as the things hanging high on the trees.

Zhou Cheng hid in the house and secretly paid attention to the invisible guy on the roof. This man was really alert. He shouted, but he didn't completely dispel his suspicion. He wasn't he a bad person?

After thinking about it, Zhou Cheng picked up the archaeological textbook, carried the Zhongshan top and hummed a small song and went out. As soon as he walked out of the wall full of ivy, Zhou Cheng heard the man vaguely speak.

"Strange! I met a person who practiced Taoism just one month after school. It seems that I am indeed not alone in the world. I always have the opportunity to talk to him!"

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but feel ashamed. This was clearly a fighting maniac who had just come out of the mountain. But it was nothing. The Chinese people, including those overseas, have nearly 1.4 billion, and some people who practice Taoism are completely reasonable. Because from the perspective of materialism, even if a Chinese thinks he is a mortal, he cannot think that the Chinese in the world are all mortals.

It seems you need to be careful in the future.

Zhou Cheng came to the classroom, but there was still no one there. He raised his hand and wrote on the blackboard: "The key to the revival of Chinese civilization!" After nine words, he sat there and looked down at the book.

Soon, the students gradually came, and Bai Xueling was still the last one. In Zhou Cheng's words, it was: "Student Bai Xueling, congratulations, you finally took a big step and surpassed time!"

In fact, Bai Xueling stepped into the classroom one second before ringing the bell, and then found a seat in the first row to sit down.

"My dear classmates, have you thought about the homework assigned last time? Now from the end, everyone stands up and says!"

Student A: "I think there should be powerful weapons, and it is best to have more than a dozen aircraft carrier battle groups, so that you don't have to be afraid of American aircraft carriers. If there are thousands more flying..."

"Well, very good, this classmate, I think in a few hundred years, China will definitely achieve what you call revival. Please sit down and be the next one!"

Student B: "I think money is the king! Just like my dad, hehe, I'm frankly uneducated, but even those who are officials have to coax and follow. Although I am extremely disdainful, I still think that having money must be the king, and that can make me China..."

"Very good, this classmate, when you go home, ask your dad to give less gifts every year. Be careful of those omnipresent letters of complaint! Next!"

Student C: "Teacher, I think China should be based on benevolence and wisdom, govern the world with Confucianism and Taoism, Zhuangzi, Taoism's inaction, and... "

"Very good, this classmate, if you were three thousand years old, I'm sure you must be one of Confucius' three thousand disciples! Next!"

Student Ding: "I think it is missing a powerful and sincere ally. If there is a powerful ally that allows Zhou Cheng to confront the West, then revival will be inevitable."

"Politics has no eternal friendship, only eternal interests. I hope you remember. Next!"

………

"Next!"

Xu Haoran said: "If I dig up the Immortal Cave one day, I will definitely be the first to learn it, and then teach it to everyone, and then everyone teaches it to others."

Lin Ling: "I think that no matter whether it is technology or national traditional culture, anything that is conducive to national rejuvenation and national self-improvement is good. There should be no saying that backwardness and advancedness. Who says that Confucianism and Taoism are not good? Who says that their thoughts must not be strong in the country. No, they are actually standing at a height that human beings cannot reach, and are misled by rulers of all dynasties with clear statements like the truth. Personally, I think there are many things in ancient civilizations worth exploring. I, Lin Ling, are not a hero, but I just say that I applied for this major just to have the opportunity to get archaeological things. I believe that with my efforts, one day I will be able to make the art of gods and immortals... "

...With this natural paranoid who can be said to be Chinese Taoism, Zhou Cheng had nothing to say, so he had to keep nodding and said, "Well, next..."

Wang Jiang: "I come from the mysterious Western Regions. My father is an amateur archaeological enthusiast. I once accompanied him to the ancient city of Loulan."

This Wang Jiang is indeed a person with some knowledge. When he comes to archaeology, he is also influenced by his family. He attracted everyone's attention as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Summary!"

"When my father and I went to the ancient city of Loulan, by chance, in a thunderstorm weather, I was afraid of being struck by lightning, so I randomly found a cave under the hard sand dunes left after the sand was blown away and hid it in. This kind of cave is common in some areas with a lot of hard sand. The sand was blown away, and the caves left behind. As a result, my father and I saw a very complete mural with some things on it, which made me firmly believe that there are gods in this world."

"Tsk, brag..." "It's just a mural, who knows what he painted?"...

Most people don’t believe it, but most people look at Wang Jiang nervously, wanting to hear him continue.

“Where is that mural?”

"There seems to be something wonderful on the mural. As soon as my father touched his hand, we both fainted. After waking up, my father and I looked at the mural again, as if they were fish swimming in the water." Wang Jiang grinned and said, "But my father said, let me learn archaeology well and then go back to study it slowly at home. Hehe! As for the place, keep it confidential!"

"Tsk!" caused booing around. Everyone was disappointed, thinking that it was Wang Jiang who was joking.

Zhou Cheng nodded. Why do most people in archaeology place their hopes on discovering ancient civilizations? They all want to find those lost legends? They even find the legendary methods of flying and escaping the earth.

In fact, he didn't think about it. Isn't the people who study archaeology just to explore civilization and discover civilization? But the thirty students who chose their own class were more interested in the civilization of mythology, otherwise they wouldn't have chosen this course. Paleolithic archaeology is both biased and difficult.

There are also many people who are professional in archaeology. These thirty people should be considered the ones who are more interested in mysterious and mysterious things.

Zhou Cheng looked at it and only the classmate Bai Xueling who sat in the first row had not spoken yet, but she kept smiling faintly, as if she was very happy to watch everyone speak freely.

"Student Bai Xueling, tell me, where is the way out for Chinese civilization?"

"Ah! Oh." Bai Xueling was watching the classmates discussing, but she didn't expect to call herself, so she had to stand up and whisper, "I, I..."
To be continued...