An Rugu looked at the confused Buddhist in front of him, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind: "I can understand your passion for preaching, but times are different now. You have to adapt to the local customs and at least abide by the law."
The Buddhist took the phone she handed to him and flipped through the words on the page. His expression was as calm as ever, but his heart was filled with ripples like the water of a lake.
When he was imprisoned by the evil Buddha, he did not forget to learn from those children who had been to school. He knew a lot of words and thought it was enough. However, it was still difficult for him to read this government announcement with strict wording and obscure language.
It turns out that An Rugu did not lie. Now the country has introduced many laws and regulations, improved relevant rules, and rectified the corresponding industries. People only have freedom of belief, not freedom of preaching.
"If you go out on the street to preach to others, it's fine if you're not caught. But if you are caught, you'll be punished at best by being educated, or at worst..." An Rugu seemed to have thought of something and consoled him, "But you're a minor now, so the corresponding punishment should be less."
Buddha: "..."
I wasn't comfortable at all, and my mood became even more complicated.
He was filled with sorrow: "If I put down my butcher knife, I would become a Buddha instantly. However, there are so many restrictions on my conversion to Buddhism now. The world has changed so much that it has become like this."
His wish to save all sentient beings had not even begun, but it was about to be cut short.
This world is so difficult for them!
An Rugu's expression remained unchanged. She was not ordained to become a formal Taoist priest, but she was also considered a half-religious person and could understand the corresponding laws and regulations.
"You may not be familiar with this world and do not know that some people use the name of religion to spread anti-social ideas, causing social unrest and ultimately shaking the foundation of the country."
The Buddhist blinked when he heard this, and his mind suddenly remembered the culprit who had caused him to stay underground for so many years.
That evil Buddha is waiting for me to be born so that he can replace me. When such an evil demon becomes a Buddha, it will definitely cause chaos. In short, both evil religions and evil Buddhas harm people, so it makes sense to restrict them.
The Buddhist disciple had no memory and therefore no experience, but he had a very intelligent mind and a very open-minded character, and he quickly woke up from his sad mood.
"Thank you for your guidance, benefactor. I understand now." The Buddhist nodded and said, "But what about this compulsory education?"
"School-age children can go to school for nine years, and the tuition and miscellaneous expenses are borne by the government."
He was a little dazed. He had lived in the basement for a long time and had not received much news. His impression of the world was that it was in dire straits and people were living in misery.
How come most people live and work in peace and contentment, and even have free education?
His mind was moved, and he subconsciously put his hands together and bowed deeply. He felt a lot of goodwill towards the human government, and said with emotion: "Amitabha, this is a truly pure and great act of kindness."
The Buddha believed that the masses were in a state of confusion, like drowning in the ocean. The Buddha, with compassion in mind, exerted his great power to do his best to save them so that they could reach the other shore. This is called saving all living beings.
The world today is much better than he had imagined, and it seems that there is no need for him to save all living beings.
He did not feel much dissatisfaction or disappointment in his heart, but was instead happy to see it happen.
Buddha's goal is to save all living beings. Now that people can save themselves, that is naturally the best.
However, seeing how happy he was, An Rugu simply said, "Do you like this rule so much? That's great. I'll send you to school then."
Buddha: “?”
The smile on the Buddha's face gradually disappeared, and he restrained his expression: "Donor, you know, I am not a child, how can I go to school?"
This is what children in the human world should go. He is neither a human nor a child, so why should he go to school?
An Rugu said: "The four words 'compulsory education' not only emphasize education, but also obligation. Unless there are special circumstances, you must go to school, otherwise you will be punished."
Buddha: “!”
"It's not voluntary, but forced?"
"Yes, it is indeed mandatory." An Rugu said calmly: "Although you are a Buddhist, you look like a child. People of your age are now in school. Calculating your age, you should be in the third grade.
If you don't accept compulsory education, the community will come to you and me to communicate."
Buddha: “?”
Seeing that he seemed unable to accept it, An Rugu searched for the relevant news on her mobile phone.
#Shocked, a nine-year-old child in Mingyang Street is not attending school, and relevant departments have intervened#
There are many comments below: [My child went to kindergarten at the age of three, and to elementary school at the age of six. I never expected that he would not be enrolled at the age of nine.]
[A fish that slipped through the net of nine-year education, hahaha. ]
[After junior high school, you can do whatever you want, but you must attend compulsory education. Parents here wanted their children to work before they graduated from junior high school, which violated the compulsory education law. Fortunately, they were persuaded to come back in the end.]
Buddha: "..."
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If he didn't go to school for nine years, he would be punished? And it would also implicate the people around him?
The regulations of the human government are indeed good for ordinary people, but for him...
He was a little dazed, and then he pondered for a long time, and finally accepted the dominance of the human government, and said: "Donor, what you said makes sense, I should indeed abide by the laws of the human world.
I will go to school for nine years first, and then I will go to the temple to become a teaching staff, and then preach to those who are predestined with me, and persuade them to convert to Buddhism. "
Isn't it nine years before he can go on a mission? He can wait.
After enduring these nine years, the future will be bright and promising.
However, at this time, An Rugu found a new article on his phone: "But now many temples require academic qualifications. If you want to go to a famous temple, you still have to continue to go to school."
Buddha: “???”
He was a little surprised: "What does this degree mean?"
After nine years of schooling, he still can't go to the temple to persuade people to convert?
An Rugu explained, "When you go to school in the human world, you can slowly take exams to move up. You've been studying for nine years, and you've just graduated from junior high school. There are still high school, college, master's, and doctoral degrees ahead... In short, there's no end to learning."
When the Buddhist heard this series of advanced titles, he was a little confused: "When will I be able to finish learning?"
An Rugu looked through the news and said, "Many temples require a bachelor's degree, and some well-known temples even require a master's degree or above.
If you take the regular undergraduate exam, it will take nine years plus three years plus four years, so normally you will need to study for sixteen years."
Buddha: "..."
"After sixteen years of studying, can you only get an ordinary undergraduate degree?"
"Yes, if you have a master's or doctoral degree, you have to add more.
An Rugu thought of the other party's extremely powerful identity and carefully planned his future path: "To be honest, the pilgrims who go to the temple nowadays will pay attention to the reputation and academic qualifications of the monk. Since you want to preach so much, how about going to a religious university?"
"Besides, you are a Buddhist, so you are different from ordinary monks. I suggest you get a doctorate in religious studies. Otherwise, if the monks in the same temple have higher diplomas than you, the guests may trust them more. Can you accept that?"
The Buddhist thought of that scene for a long time without saying anything.
He does not hold himself in high esteem and believes that all things in the world are equal, but as a Buddhist disciple, he represents not only himself but also others. He cannot lose face for other Bodhisattvas.
The light in the Buddha's eyes flickered, and his expectations for the future gradually dissipated.
With incomplete memories, he was not a complete Buddhist after all, and still had some childish mentality. He couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "I just want to persuade people to convert to Buddhism, but there are so many rules and regulations. The world is so difficult."
If you want to do well in this field, you must not only attend compulsory education, but also take undergraduate, master's, and doctoral exams...
An Rugu could also understand him and sighed softly: "Buddha, times have changed."
Buddha: "..."
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Izumo-kan is relatively small and has few rooms.
The little white dragon forcefully occupied the room next to hers, packed up his things and moved in, treating it as his own territory, and refused to leave no matter how much he was persuaded. The space was becoming increasingly stretched.
An Rugu asked, "There is a staff dormitory for the gods at the foot of Izumo Mountain. How about you stay there tonight?"
Buddhists are also considered gods, so it is very appropriate for them to live in the employee dormitory of the Gods House.
The Buddhist disciple did not hesitate and agreed immediately.
He is much smarter and more independent than ordinary children. When he is locked up, he can not only take care of himself, but also take care of others.
After An Rugu showed him the photo, Fuzi lamented that it was too luxurious and suggested that they could just make a straw mat.
She persuaded him several times before he agreed and thanked her immediately.
An Rugu thought about his special status and personality, and wondered if he could fit into the school, so she said, "It's a bit late for you to go to school at your age. I have a good relationship with the village chief at the foot of the mountain. I'll ask him to arrange for you to attend a nearby primary school."
"You are different from ordinary kids. Go to school for a few days to see if you like the school atmosphere. If you don't like it, I will ask the Special Management Bureau to arrange a one-on-one teacher for you."
Primary school is a collective education, which may not be suitable for gods. The little zombie took a one-on-one online course at the Taoist temple. He sometimes studied and sometimes didn't. He was very lazy, but his test scores were good.
The Buddhist thought for a while and then said directly: "Will one-on-one lessons help me pass the undergraduate exam faster?"
An Rugu nodded: "If you can finish the course earlier, I can send you to the exam earlier."
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Eventually, Fozi hopes to take one-on-one lessons, which will be held in the staff dormitory of Tianle Amusement Park.
After sending the Buddha away, the little white dragon flew to her side while holding the potato chips. Its swimming posture was full of graceful charm, and its scales were shining with golden light. It asked curiously, "What did you do?"
“Send someone to school.”
"Oh." The little white dragon was not interested and lost interest, so he turned and swam towards the room.
However, at this time, An Rugu's voice came: "Do you want to go to school? Go to school more, so that you can understand this society."
After he came to the Taoist temple, he ate and slept all day long, never leaving the main gate or the secondary gate, and was worse than a salted fish.
When the little zombie passed by his door, he smelled the aroma of food and his mouth was watering. And he was so lazy all day, which made the little zombie psychologically unbalanced, so he told her to let Xiaolong take the teacher's class.
Little White Dragon: “???”
He rushed into the room like an arrow, flicked his tail gently, and closed the door: "I've been so good to you, helped you do so much work, and brought back the locust branches for you, and you actually want to harm me?"
He was surfing the Internet recently and saw that those people were scared when talking about school, which was definitely not a good thing.
An Rugu: "...Okay then."
Last time, there was a person with a destiny who was a delivery man. He delivered food to a cemetery. There stood a thousand-year-old locust tree there that had transformed into a spirit.
It was far from the South City, so she asked Bai Long to go there. When the locust tree spirit saw the Dragon God, he trembled and thought he was going to die. Fortunately, the other party only wanted the seeds and did not harm his life.
Now the branches of the locust tree have been planted next to the haunted house. With sufficient nourishment from the Yin energy, the spirits of the haunted house employees have improved a lot, and their strength has also increased.
An Rugu turned and left, passing by the room with the ever-bright lamp, and his mind moved slightly. Youdu is now doomed, and the Special Management Bureau has arrested many members and confiscated a lot of information, which contains a lot of information about the curse.
She was concerned about the curse on the eternal lamp, so she researched the information for a long time. She also communicated with Mr. Wang, who was well versed in curses, and has made considerable progress recently.
She then pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Smoke who was flipping through a Taoist book on the table: "By the way, have you figured it out?"
The Changming lamp was stunned for a long time, and smoke came out of the lamp tube after a long time: "You said let me out?"
She was trapped in the lamp for four hundred years, and freedom was too far away for her. She was still obsessed with it at first, but later she became calm.
"Yes, the curse that bound you has been lost, but by chance, I found a lot of clues, and I should be able to succeed."
Chang Ming Deng was filled with gratitude. After a long silence, he wrote with smoke: "Thank you."
An Rugu found some cinnabar yellow paper and drew complicated and strange symbols on it. He also found a paper man and wrote the birth date of Chang Ming Deng on it, letting the paper man bear the curse on behalf of Chang Ming Deng.
The whole ceremony took half a day. When the paper figurine was burned to ashes, a strong ghostly aura came and wisps of black mist filled the air.
A woman in a green skirt appeared in the room. She was dressed very simply, wearing a light green shirt, and her skin was as white as cream.
She is not very pretty, but her temperament is extremely gentle, which makes people feel good about her at first sight.
She looked down at her body. After being trapped for so long, she was no longer used to the feeling of having a body.
She looked at An Rugu in front of her, and her heart was filled with gratitude: "Now I am alone and have nothing to repay you, so I will definitely repay you and work like a cow or a horse for you."
After all, she was a royal noble before, so she was so humble, obviously she was deeply touched.
"Princess Wei, that's not necessary." An Rugu read out her title and felt that it was a bit distant, so she said, "By the way, what's your name, please?"
Princess Wei has been studying modern languages for a long time, and now she has no problem communicating: "Zhao Wenxue."
An Rugu checked her body and nodded: "Your abilities are comparable to those of a ghost, but you haven't lost your mind. Your ghost energy is very clear, and you have the potential to be a ghost cultivator. When the time comes, ask Shang Yue if you can practice with her."
Zhao Wenxue's eyes flickered. She was a reserved person. She suppressed the surging gratitude in her heart and nodded, saying, "Thank you."
She learned from An Rugu that the leader of Youdu was someone she once knew, and forced herself to recall what happened more than 400 years ago: "The first time I met Su Qiao was not long after I got married. He and my husband had a good personal relationship, and we both loved playing chess, so he came to visit me."
"My mother-in-law worships Buddha, and I am more interested in this aspect. He also happens to be proficient in Buddhism, so I asked him for advice."
"Although my husband has no objection, he is a stranger after all, so we don't see each other very often in private. He is younger than me and looks innocent, so I treat him as my younger brother. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have believed that he would do such a thing."
"I have told you all this before. What I want to say is that he is also proficient in Buddhism."
An Rugu fell into deep thought. That was really the dual cultivation of Taoism and Buddhism. In four hundred years, no one knew how far he had evolved.
She chatted with the other person for a few more words, asked her to have a good rest, then left the room and returned to her own room.
There was actually a memorial on the table, with a familiar ghostly aura lingering on it. It was actually a memorial from the King of Hell.
She opened it and saw golden insect and bird seal script.
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The evil demon was tortured and confessed today. He said that he had stayed in Cixin Temple before and occupied the statues of the gods, which was how he became so powerful. As for the news about the Buddha's son, he refused to speak and only said that he could not speak.
After reading the memorial, An Rugu frowned slightly. It was Cixin Temple again, so it seemed like a big problem.
She was always efficient and sent the information directly to the Special Management Bureau. She also communicated with Zhang Tianshi and made a decision to take people to Cixin Temple to find out what was going on.
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Near Cixin Temple in Jingcheng
Ci Xin Temple is located in the city center, surrounded by a business district with a very large flow of people.
Yinyuan Star Lord and Dongming Star Lord happened to be in the capital city on business. When they heard that An Rugu was coming, they came to meet him.
After all, they are cooperating with her now and are considered her employees. They will continue to cooperate in the future, so they have to keep the face.
Their outstanding appearance attracted the exclamation of the crowd.
"Wow, those two guys in black are so handsome."
"Yes, and her temperament is so good, she feels like a fairy."
Upon hearing this, Yinyuan Star Lord and Dongming Star Lord straightened their backs as straight as javelins, their expressions remained unchanged, and they felt a little happy in their hearts.
These humans are quite discerning.
However, people's attention was soon drawn to An Rugu.
"Ahhhhhh, anchor, why are you coming to Beijing instead of doing a live broadcast? You're simply not doing your job properly!"
"If you tell me your fortune right now, I will lose my memory and pretend I have never seen you."
A large crowd of people gathered around her, asking for her autograph. No one paid any attention to the two Star Lords who were originally the focus of attention.
The two Star Lords: “…”
Seeing how enthusiastic they were, An Rugu did not refuse and signed autographs for dozens of people.
A young fan said with a smile: "Mr. Broadcaster, wherever you go, something bad happens. Is there going to be trouble in Beijing too?"
An Rugu was vague: "I just came to Cixin Temple to burn incense."
This young fan has also been to Cixin Temple and is very knowledgeable: "Master Jingkong is super amazing. My family had a strange thing before, and he performed a ritual, and it got better immediately. But the price is expensive. It costs hundreds of thousands to invite him, and not everyone can afford it. Several of my friends also want to invite him, but they can't afford it."
"But Master Jingkong is the most famous master in Cixin Temple. He should be the backbone. This price is normal."
An Rugu chatted with the fans for a few words, then turned and left for Cixin Temple.
When the people from the Special Management Bureau heard that the evil Buddha came from Ci Xin Temple, they attached great importance to it and sent a number of people to investigate.
Master Zhang and Mr. Sun, deputy director of the Special Management Bureau, were waiting at the door early.
When Zhang Tianshi saw her, he was about to speak when his eyes fell on the group of people behind her.
Dragons, ghosts, zombies... and a female ghost in ancient costume.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Are you out here to do some work, or are you taking people out for a trip?"
An Rugu: “…There’s no other way.” They insisted on coming.
The little zombie wanted to go to the capital to eat special sesame cakes. Zhao Wenxue had come to the Cixin Temple to worship four hundred years ago. After hearing about her itinerary, she looked melancholy, so she took the initiative to bring her.
Zhang Tianshi was filled with emotion and was about to speak when a monk in a cassock came over. He was probably in his sixties and looked a little haggard. If he had hair, it would be gray.
He walked steadily and cautiously, and at first glance he was a martial artist. He bowed to An Rugu and the others and introduced himself: "My Buddhist name is Jingkong. Benefactor, you said that the evil demon once stayed in our temple. We searched for a long time and indeed found the presence of the evil demon. Fortunately, he is gone now, and we didn't find any other evil demons."
The other monks who followed him said one after another: "That evil demon actually dared to stay in Cixin Temple. It's too much. Fortunately, my senior brother kept a close eye on him, so nothing went wrong."
"I'm afraid he's afraid of the master, so he doesn't dare to stay any longer."
An Rugu felt something was strange. The Ci Xin Temple enshrined the true God, so how could an ordinary evil demon dare to come here and cause trouble?
Could it be that this evil demon went to a place that the gods couldn't take care of?
"Take him to have a look, maybe he can see something different." An Rugu turned around and looked at Dongmingxingjun.
If the Lord of the Cave Star lives up to his name, he can see through all delusions.
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