How about we lie down together?

Linghong then walked into the Zen room. Hu Ziyu immediately sat up straight, fearing he would be scolded again. Unexpectedly, Linghong threw him a piece of wedding candy and said, "This is red yeast rice soft candy produced by the Moon Palace. For mild fatigue or trauma, eat this. For more serious injuries, call the female fairy to bring you medicine-pounding mooncakes. In addition, I have also customized a pair of flat-soled cloth soap boots for you. You can wear them in informal occasions." Hu Ziyu simply thanked him, holding the slightly sweet candy in his mouth, and felt a little sweet in his heart, but this feeling was indescribable and could not be expressed to others.

Ling Hong walked over to the gridded bookshelf, hoping to find a handwritten copy of the Heart Sutra. Not only could he not find it, but he also found a bunch of terrible, bizarre books. In a rage, he tossed all the books off the shelf to the floor, intending to gather them together and burn them with his palm flame later.

Hu Ziyu was too lazy to even stand up. He slid over to the pile of books, picked up a random book, and flipped through it. He almost screamed out loud. Ling Hong, who turned around to look at him, had already screamed.

"Don't look at this, it will diminish your merits!" Hu Ziyu quickly threw the erotic book in his hand far away. Yes, it was a erotic book, a high-definition, full-color collection of forty-eight male and female sexual positions, along with various techniques and tools. For a virgin like him, this thing was too exciting and too... erotic.

How can one achieve peace of mind in a Zen room like this? After clearing all the books off the shelf, Linghong still couldn't find a single decent Heart Sutra. With no other options, he opened the bookstore app and ordered an electronic version.

"Just deduct the Tianbi from mine, there are still 365 left. Is that enough?" Hu Ziyu asked.

"No need, it will be reported to the official account. After all, this is also considered as an education and training program." Ling Hong said: "After the download is complete, you can try to practice it when you have time. When your internship is over and the business is transferred back, I guess the temple will be busy for a while." Then, the two returned to the table and sat face to face. Ling Hong first briefly introduced the meaning of several numerical values.

"Rank refers to the status of a god in heaven. You are currently in the middle, which is the fifth rank. Grade refers to the job ranking of gods and immortals. The Rabbit God is appointed to the third rank, and I am an immortal, the highest among the ten ranks of immortals." Hu Ziyu was afraid that he would not be able to remember it, so he started the recording app.

"In addition to obtaining magical powers through self-cultivation, the incense of believers can also add to it. Merit is different from achievement. It is the basis for the gods to be promoted and promoted. It can only be a positive number. It can be obtained through good deeds such as giving alms, saving suffering, making good connections, and saving mortals. Sometimes, the incense of believers alone can increase it a little. After all, the existence of gods is itself a kind of hope for all beings who are suffering in the world." Similarly, the belief in the Rabbit God is a wish and a hope for these special groups who are oppressed by society.

"Merit is the accumulation of virtue and sin, so it can be negative. Randomly matching couples, breaking up good relationships, accidentally cutting off romantic partners, forcibly straightening out or bending straight men, bringing back beautiful boys for a bath, etc., will all affect the value. Once it breaks zero and becomes negative, it's not far from falling into the devil's path. Be sure to pay attention to this."

"Got it." Hu Ziyu was very curious about how much merit Hu Tianbao had left before he jumped down to the mortal world. Ling Hong continued: "In addition, the doctors in Lingxiao Palace have a magical technique that can monitor the words and actions of immortals at any time, so don't offend them casually, lest even if you fart in your sleep, you will be deducted five merits." Hu Ziyu was amazed. What a group of high-ranking officials in the heavenly court. This is simply a hilarious prank! "Speaking of this, just in case, I will first tell you a way to protect yourself, but remember, you must not use it unless it is an emergency. Please call out the PAD and stylus and open the offline version of the Marriage Book APP." If Ling Hong hadn't mentioned it, Hu Ziyu might not have discovered that the Marriage Book APP actually has an offline version for practice.

"More than three hundred years ago, when Lord Tianbao was newly promoted, he had no power or influence. There was no one at his disposal in the temple, and even the ghost messenger looked down on him. What was worse, he was bullied. Any merits or expensive offerings he made were taken away without reason. Later, he thought of a way to classify the bullies into categories, pairing men and women into several pairs, gods with ghosts, immortals with demons, and no matter how they were paired, there was no decent pairing." Hu Ziyu wanted to try to search for the names of Chu Tianqi, She and others in the roster, but when Linghong mentioned this past event, his stupid brain froze again.

"Don't think this is just nonsense. The binding force of this marriage book is stronger than anything like the UN convention. Once a name is entered, it's absolutely inevitable that two people will be attracted to each other and fall in love. The only difference is whether it happens sooner or later."

Hu Ziyu understood instantly.

"So...if someone insists on bullying us, can I use this to threaten him?"

"Yes, but this trick is too cunning and insidious. Killing one thousand enemies will only cost you eight hundred, which is a huge blow to your own merit points. Also, please turn on your Bluetooth. This is the only way to do it until you become stronger."

Ling Hong not only transferred 5,000 mana to Hu Ziyu, but also enabled the mana account interoperability mode. From now on, whenever Hu Ziyu needed mana, he could draw mana from him.

This wave of mana pulses was completely different from those of the female immortals, like a mighty river compared to a trickle. Although it was surging, Hu Ziyu did not dislike it. When he absorbed it, it was like drinking dozens of liters of pure energy soup, instantly energizing him a hundred times.

Then, Ling Hong taught Hu Ziyu some tips on how to greet and pay respects to the gods when he went to the Immortal Capital, as well as what he should pay attention to in terms of wording and manners.

This time, Hu Ziyu not only activated the recording function, but also the video recording function. It seems that in addition to going up and down the stairs, the details such as bowing, returning the greeting, and thanking the grace also need to be carefully considered one by one.

The academic time ended in a flash, and the second class was practical class.

"First, let me explain the method of meditation." Meditation focuses on regulating the body, mind, and breath. To achieve these three adjustments, correct posture is paramount, maintaining a vertical position above the head at all times, with the spine erect. At the same time, relax the entire body and focus inward. Only after breathing becomes smooth can one calm the mind and enter a state of concentration.

Hu Ziyu tried to sit cross-legged, but the hem of his skirt and the tight belt made him uncomfortable. After he managed to straighten his body, he felt very uncomfortable. He had no idea how Ling Hong could sit and pass away in this position.

"Your mind is too confused and your spirit is unstable. At this time, meditation and chanting will not work. It is better for you to rest first and continue tomorrow." Although Ling Hong reprimanded, his tone was not harsh.

Hu Ziyu guessed that as long as he wore the clothes he made, his mood would turn into a sunny day. This trick is very useful, and he must remember it.

But... he really wanted to change into a set of sportswear, or just practice in underwear! Secondly, Linghong has put a lot of thought into the official banquet. If he ignores the assistant officer's painstaking efforts and just sleeps soundly, Hu Ziyu's professional ethics as a god will not allow it.

"Brother Hong, I'm a little confused. Gods are supposed to be like 24-hour convenience stores, right? If that's the case, it seems inappropriate for me to take time off to do other things." Hu Ziyu vaguely noticed that his energy loss had slowed down since arriving in Heaven. In the past, when studying at school, he'd doze off after every three or four hours. But these past two days, he'd been following the immortals' activities day and night without feeling tired.

Ling Hong said, "That's fine. Only when you're well-rested and alert can you have the energy to listen to the prayers of believers. Besides, time in heaven doesn't flow as quickly as people imagine, so there's no need to rush to respond. When your skills reach a higher level and you feel tired, you won't even need to sleep. Just meditate, practice some breathing exercises, and you'll be fully revived." Hu Ziyu slapped his thigh and smiled, "Sounds good! Even if you're a office worker, you don't have to worry about working too hard." Ling Hong frowned slightly and said, "That's not necessary. Let's go next door first. I'll teach you how to communicate through dreams."

After leaving the Zen room, walk five or six steps forward and you will reach Hu Ziyu's bedroom, which originally belonged to Hu Tianbao.

From the outside, the bedroom appears to be a replica of a traditional Chinese style, with carved frames and round arched windows. A ceramic urn near the entrance holds several red chrysanthemums, showcasing elegance and refinement, a freshness tinged with antiquity. But upon entering, a completely different scene greets the eye. The spatial design features pink and white as the base colors for the walls, bedding, furnishings, and potted plants, creating a simple yet beautiful Nordic style. Although sleeping only one person, Hu Tianbao purchased a king-size bed. The bed is not a traditional wooden daybed, but a modern, form-fitting, easy-to-sleep bed. The sheets feature a white rabbit print on a pink background. Next to the twin pillows, two stuffed rabbits, one black and one white, sit facing each other.

Hu Ziyu thought to himself: "I'm sorry, senior, I have to occupy your bed from now on." He reached out and patted the bed, and a green tea-like fragrance wafted out. He guessed that it was made with antibacterial formulas such as catechins.

Linghong helped him take off his coat and hung it on the branch-shaped coat rack. After Hu Ziyu lay down and covered himself with the quilt, he said, "Dreams are projections of the subconscious. Therefore, in order to send dreams to others, one must first leave the waking state and enter the subconscious state." Of course, Hu Ziyu could not reach the state of Zen meditation yet, so he could only rely on sleep for the time being.

"You sleep for a while. I'll go to the next room," Ling Hong said, turning to leave. Hu Ziyu grabbed his shirt. "The bed is big, and there's an extra pillow. Why don't you lie down together?" Ling Hong froze in place, and Hu Ziyu realized that this was not a good idea.

It would be strange if a gay man didn't get misunderstood if he invited a straight man to sleep with him.

"Ah, I didn't mean anything else. We were just lying together, chatting under the covers like good friends." He smiled foolishly for a while and then added, "Anyway, it's not the way Tenpo-sama lies."

"Well, I'm sorry for worrying too much." Ling Hong bowed and stepped back.

"Lord Tianbao has invited me to sleep with him many times in the past. Even though I know it's a joke, I still want to throw a magic ball at him and blow his head off."

"Haha." Hu Ziyu laughed dryly: "Wait until we wake up, then you can teach me how to launch that spiritual bullet."

"Okay." Although he said okay, Linghong still didn't dare to get close and kept retreating to the side.

Hu Ziyu didn't want to force it, so he closed his eyes. The brightly lit room quickly darkened, leaving only a few sparse stars on the ceiling. When he came to his senses, he was no longer in the original room, but in an unknown, dilapidated village.

This wasn't someone using a shrinking circle; it was a dream Linghong had woven for him. In his dream, he wore his office uniform, treading on a rural road strewn with mud, sand, and rocks. The setting was night, a bright moon hanging high in the sky, the only illumination in the darkness. Sparse, untrimmed thatch, a common sight among the huts here, lay scattered across the crumbling rooftops, nearly crumbling. The village, young and old, all looked sallow and thin, some even covered in unsightly sores.

Hu Ziyu thought, "It's a plague, and it's highly contagious." A pretty child ran out of the shabby hut that had lost its fan. The child's hut was just a stone's throw from the wreckage. Inside, a woman with disheveled hair half-sat, half-lying on a tattered mat, occasionally uttering mournful cries.

It seems that he is sick and dying.

Although the child was small, he was not weak and his hands and feet were very nimble. In the blink of an eye, he climbed to the top of the tallest dead tree in the village.

Hu Ziyu originally wanted to reach out and pull the child, but his hand went straight through the child's body and could not touch him. The child did not notice anything unusual.

As expected, one cannot interfere with the dream world, or rather, the world formed by the dreamer's subconscious mind.

"Oh, Moon Lady and Jade Rabbit in the sky, please protect us all, cure our illnesses, let the dried-up rivers overflow again, and let the crops in the fields sprout new buds." The child closed his eyes, clasped his palms together, and prayed devoutly.

"In the future, if my mother and everyone else can get better, can laugh, run, and do farm work, I am willing to devote my life to practicing Taoism. After death, I will turn into a laurel tree in the Moon Palace, and accompany you for a long time; or I will be one of your palace servants, and serve you forever." Hu Ziyu looked closely at the boy's face, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

It turned out that the child was none other than Linghong in his youth, and the dream was a recollection of his childhood. Linghong repeated prayers dozens, hundreds of times, praying for the well-being of the villagers. This was certainly not his first time climbing a tree to pray.

In the dream, the hours passed like a fleeting moment. Before I knew it, the eastern sky was turning pale, but the stars and moonlight still twinkled on the other side. As Xiao Linghong landed gracefully on the ground, a Taoist priest (an official, perhaps) dressed in pink, a figure I had never seen before, appeared silently beneath the tree.

Xiao Linghong and Hu Ziyu were both shocked.

"You must be very hungry." The Taoist in pink smiled and reached into his wide sleeves, taking out a wheat cake in the shape of a rabbit.

The pancake was very white, fragrant and looked delicious. Xiao Linghong had no idea when he had last eaten it and was extremely hungry. He didn't care what the stranger's intentions were and quickly snatched it away, swallowing it all in a few mouthfuls.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there are more. I'll give them all to you." The Taoist in pink rummaged around on his clothes and produced many cakes one after another like a magic trick, piling them up into a small hill.

Xiao Linghong took off his coat and used it as a wrapping cloth to bundle up the wheat cakes.

"Listen, child," the Taoist said, "crush these cakes into small pieces and give them to your mother and the uncles. If anyone has trouble swallowing, give them this. Let them hold it in their mouths; it will also help you."

The Taoist searched around his belt again and pulled out a pile of pink candies. Little Linghong looked up, blinking his clear, bright eyes at the amiable yet suspicious visitor.

"Uncle, who are you and where are you from?" The Taoist smiled warmly and lovingly, slowly raised his arm, and pointed at the full moon in the sky that was about to be covered by the daylight.

"Believe me, I came from the Moon Palace, and it's the rabbit that lives on the moon."