Chapter 884: The Mo Family Temple (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
"My lord, this is all the content of the dream."
She was suddenly awakened by the strange noises coming from behind the palace gate.
Then the doctor told her that she had slept for three days and four nights, even disturbing Qi Yuanliang and Liao Shaomei. They sent people to watch over her bedside and report back as soon as she woke up. Bei Qiu still remembers the worry on the doctor's face.
"...If you couldn't breathe and turn over, even your teacher would have worried you wouldn't wake up. You can't push yourself like that again..." The female doctor in charge of taking care of her nagged at her. The "teacher" she mentioned was Dr. Dong, the best doctor in the clinic. Bei Qiu had once asked him for some medicine after accidentally spraining her wrist. However, he was a bit long-winded. "...We're not those literary scholars or martial arts masters. They rely on their literary and martial auras to protect themselves and can go for days and nights without sleep when they're really determined. We're just mortals. We'll die if we don't sleep for a few days. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere right now?"
Bei Qiu, who had just woken up, was still immersed in the dream she had just had. Before she could sort out her thoughts, the doctor gave her a bunch of instructions.
A thought subconsciously occurred to her—
He truly deserves to be called Dr. Dong's apprentice.
He's a skilled doctor and also very talkative.
Since her teacher passed away, Bei Qiu has been wandering the world alone. It has been a long time since anyone has given her such detailed advice, which is very heartwarming.
I feel no discomfort whatsoever.
The empty stomach wouldn't cooperate and rebelled on the spot.
She raised her hand to her stomach, her voice tinged with a sweet, innocent charm: "It's not that I don't feel uncomfortable, I'm just really hungry."
I'm so hungry I could eat two cows!
The biggest side effect of not eating or drinking for three days and four nights was that she developed a huge appetite and ate the equivalent of three or four times her usual amount of food. Originally, the doctor only planned to give her some light porridge, but she couldn't resist Bei Qiu's persistent pleas and had to be coaxed and tricked into eating her fill.
The unusually large appetite alarmed Dr. Dong.
He circled Beijiu several times, marveling at it.
Bei Qiu's behavior after waking up was beyond the norm.
Is there anything else? I'm still hungry...
My stomach is like a bottomless pit; it can never be filled.
It wasn't until someone casually remarked that everyone snapped out of their reverie: "This appetite is on par with that of a literary scholar!"
Everyone: [...]
Bei Qiu felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at.
The news quickly reached Qi Shan and Liao Jia's ears.
Now the news has reached our lord.
Bei Qiu was frank and open, carefully observing Shen Tang's reaction.
The latter's expression was strikingly similar to that of Qi Shan and the other person when they first heard about her dream; she asked anxiously, "My lord?"
"Don't be nervous, this should be a good thing." Shen Tang pondered for a moment, her eyebrows relaxed, and she gently comforted Bei Qiu, but she didn't say exactly what was good about it. She just showed a look that Bei Qiu couldn't understand and said, "...I was worried about the Hundred Schools Temple before, but I didn't expect that you would open the Mo Family Temple."
Bei Qiu's dream was remarkably similar to the scene Lin Feng saw when he condensed his literary heart. The difference was that Lin Feng saw the Farmer's Temple, while she saw the Mohist Temple. Lin Feng instantly became a literary scholar, but Bei Qiu seemed to be doing differently.
"The Mohist Temple?"
Bei Qiu couldn't help but murmur softly.
It's this place again!
She had been pondering the miracle that had happened to her lately, but unfortunately, she had only ever been an ordinary Mohist, and the world of literary talent and martial prowess was too far removed from her, let alone something she could truly understand. Bei Qiu desperately wanted an answer, to completely dispel the fog surrounding her.
Shen Tang asked her, "After seeing the Mo Family Temple, besides being able to conjure an excavator, did you gain anything else?"
Bei Qiu looked confused: "What did you find?"
"A token that symbolizes both literary talent and martial prowess."
Bei Qiu shook her head: "No."
Shen Tang crossed his arms and pondered.
This is also unusual.
Judging from the scale of "qi" stored in Bei Qiu's meridians, she should be able to open her dantian, just like Lin Feng did back then. Bei Qiu was also troubled: "The lord's question has been asked by Chief Clerk Qi and the others, but it seems that I am different from the others. Chief Clerk Qi said that he can store literary qi in his dantian, but I don't have a dantian, and I can't open any so-called dantian..."
Shen Tang: "You cannot open your dantian. With the current size of your meridians, you cannot store such a large amount of 'qi'."
Those that exceed the limits of the meridians will return to the universe.
Bei Qiu looked dejected and disappointed.
Qi, the registrar, had said something similar to her.
If the problem couldn't be solved, her life would be stuck there, unable to progress any further. She had hoped to find a solution with her lord, but it still didn't work. Just as she was about to give up, her lord suddenly beckoned to her, signaling her to come closer.
"Let me take a look." Bei Qiu's "qi" is independent of the existing Wenxin Wudan system. It is neither literary qi nor martial qi. Perhaps it has its own set of operating rules? The simplest and most direct way is to figure out how these "qi" operate and where they go. That will give you the answer. "Relax and don't resist."
Bei Qiu looked at the fingers of her lord resting on her wrist, took a deep breath to calm her nerves, and replied, "Mm."
A wisp of literary energy seeped into Bei Qiu's skin through Shen Tang's fingertips.
Once you find the meridian, dive right in.
Bei Qiu felt a cool sensation spread throughout her body along her arm, followed by a tingling sensation that made her want to pull her hand back, raising goosebumps all over her arm. She gritted her teeth and suppressed her body's instincts, trying to suppress the restless "qi" in her meridians so that it wouldn't clash with the external literary energy. The more she tried to suppress it, the stronger the tingling sensation became, lingering there.
Just when she felt she couldn't hold on any longer, the "qi" within her meridians finally reached its limit, surging back against the intruder like a tidal wave. Shen Tang instantly withdrew her finger, and that wisp of literary energy, out of control, was instantly pulverized. Bei Qiu's body trembled.
The uncontrolled, surging "qi" bursts out of the meridians.
Inside the tent, a brilliant, dark green light shone forth!
Liao Jia and Chu Yao reacted extremely quickly, striking instantly.
A series of literary barriers separated her from her lord.
Shen Tang waved her hand: "Don't worry."
If she could be hurt by the newbie's out-of-control "anger," she'd be incredibly incompetent: "Look, the stuff is out here."
Only then did the group notice the changes in Bei Qiu.
Two things suddenly appeared in front of her.
One was a weapon that resembled neither a sword nor a ruler, heavy and bladeless, yet bearing its own markings. The other was a large wooden box, slightly taller than Bei Qiu, similar to the box Bei Qiu often carried, except that the former was entirely black, its surface carved with mysterious and complex patterns. It didn't resemble a toolbox, but rather an art piece. The moment Bei Qiu saw them, he knew their names: "Non-Aggression, Universal Love."
Shen Tang repeated: "Non-aggression? Universal love?"
This is indeed the core ideology of the Mohist school.
"...So, these two items are Mohist tokens similar to the Literary Manifestation and the Martial Tiger Tally?"
Bei Qiu hesitated: "It seems...it's more than that..."
More than just tokens, they were also her "dantian" (energy center). The difference was that damage to the dantian of a scholar or a martial artist would affect their foundation, but these wouldn't. They were just ordinary tools and tokens, serving as containers for her.
The group gathered together and studied Bei Qiu for a long time.
The final conclusion is as follows—
That sword-ruler called "Non-Aggression" is just a ruler, seemingly iron but not quite. When Bei Qiu infuses it with "qi," the only change in "Non-Aggression" is that it becomes harder and heavier, unable to unleash qi blades; its only lethality is that it hurts when it strikes. One strike with the ruler can leave a red mark on Yun Ce's arm when he activates his martial qi protection.
Shen Tang concluded: "It is absolutely qualified as a disciplinary ruler."
A single stroke of a ruler can make a naughty child cry loudly.
As for that toolbox called "universal love"...
When Bei Qiu opened the toolbox, a flurry of activity erupted as countless tools poured out. There were dozens of different types of chisels alone. If they were all piled together, they would take up half a tent, and how big was that toolbox?
Shen Tang couldn't help but feel the urge to complain.
Is this "universal love" some kind of spatial artifact?
Shen Tang had thought the opening of the Mo Clan Temple would bring a powerful new profession, but it seemed to be a crafting-based one. She muttered to herself, slightly disappointed, while Bei Qiu was overjoyed. The toolbox was light on her back and as light as a feather in her hand.
It can be easily taken anywhere!
She also received gentle comfort from her lord.
"...Existence is its own justification. The Mohist Temple has chosen you, so you will surely achieve great things in the future. Actually, I think excavators are quite good. If we could build hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of them, and they could dig and work at the same time, leveling mountains and seas!"
There are no useless professions, only lords who don't know how to use people!
Most importantly—
Bei Qiu is a curse on our lord!
It's conceivable that the Mohist school, with its core principles of "universal love and non-aggression," could never raise a child who would bring ruin to their lord! Based on this alone, Bei Qiu's impression on Shen Tang is already satisfactory! Not to mention that Bei Qiu personally turned his blueprints into reality!
These drawings were merely Shen Tang's casual doodles, yet Qi Yuanliang dismissed them as scribbles. Now that someone has brought them to life, it's clear the problem isn't with Shen Tang, but with those who lack appreciation for them. For example, Qi Shan, who has absolutely no aesthetic sense!
Bei Qiu imagined that scene.
The last vestige of self-doubt was burned away by Shen Tang's passionate flame. If the lord says it's possible, then it definitely can!
"Wu Hui, draft a document."
"Recruit all Mohists within the territory!"
She had just casually checked Bei Qiu's bone structure.
By the standards of both scholars and warriors, Bei Qiu's innate talent made cultivation utterly impossible. Yet, she opened the gates of the Mo Clan's Holy Temple, starting with an impressive "excavator." Compared to Lin Feng, a second-tier upper-middle-level cultivator, her setup was comparable, perhaps even slightly superior. Shen Tang suspected that the new profession's entry requirements didn't consider cultivation talent; as for the specific standards…
More samples are still needed.
But the opportunity came so quickly. A soldier brought news that several craftsmen had suddenly fainted.
Shen Tang was startled: "Unconscious?"
Could it be that someone poisoned them?
Then I gave up on that idea.
The camp was heavily guarded; who could possibly commit such a heinous act?
Why poison a few new craftsmen for no reason?
The craftsmen the soldiers mentioned weren't those Shen Tang had recently recruited; they were brought by Liao Jia. Due to frequent wars and population loss, many skilled craftsmen had left their homes. She had no choice but to send Qi Shan to support a group of experienced craftsmen, never expecting things to go wrong.
"What did the doctor say?"
The soldier said, "We can't find the reason."
At this moment, Bei Qiu timidly interjected.
This matter might be related to her.
After settling down in Sibao County, Bei Qiu felt that the treatment here was too good. Adhering to the principle of sharing both good and bad times, he secretly contacted other branches of the sect through the special channels of the Mohists, asking the Mohists in the vicinity to come and find work. The salary here is high and the treatment is good. You can't miss it! Those Mohists were poor, and when they heard that there was work, they all came.
She was so afraid of Qi Shan not only because Qi Shan was stern and had an official air about him, but also because she was afraid that he would see through her "abuse of power for personal gain" by secretly recruiting poor Mohists from other branches of the sect to live off their salaries. If she were kicked out, she would be finished.
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I lost my perfect attendance bonus; my face turned ashen.
(End of this chapter)
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