Book of Disaster

"……Been taught a lesson."

After a long while, one of the Confucian and Taoist masters who looked quite prestigious spoke.

The six people stood up and bowed to Bai Qi with expressions of utmost respect.

Considering the status of the six people, this is a great honor.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that such wise insights could come from a boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Simply breathtaking!

As the saying goes, a teacher is one who is more accomplished. There is no doubt that Bai Qi has completely gained their recognition.

"You have such thoughts in mind. I believe that even if you don't do good in the future, you will never do evil. You are qualified to meet Zhu Zi."

As the six of them spoke, they all walked to the side and turned sideways to make way for the passage leading to the Temple of the Sage of Literature.

"Thank you so many teachers."

Bai Qi's expression straightened up, he returned the salute respectfully, then took a step forward, strode with his head held high among several old Confucian scholars, and entered the Temple of the Sage of Literature.

The moment he stepped into the hall, a strong scent of books hit his nose. Bai Qi felt as if he had stepped into another world. Everything before him was completely different from what he had imagined.

Countless books floated in the air, one scroll connected to another, one layer connected to another, like a ladder to heaven.

There were also countless translucent black words that gathered in the void as if they had come alive. There were thousands of chapters and sentences, and each word glowed with golden light, just like the vast starry sky, illuminating the entire hall.

Inside the hall, there were many Confucian scholars reading and writing, copying scrolls, and some were arranging books. Except for a few Confucian scholars who occasionally looked up when Bai Qi just stepped in here, many other Confucian scholars were minding their own business, as if he did not exist at all.

Not only that, Bai Qi discovered that when these Confucian scholars were reading, writing and copying, the floating books and thousands of chapters and sentences in the air seemed to have some special connection with them.

"Those floating books and the thousands of sentences that burst out are a complete reflection of their hearts and the books in their hands."

"This is the library. The books they are organizing are ancient books. Only those precious ancient Confucian and Taoist classics can have such a grand view."

Bai Qi was a little confused at first, but when he saw the rows of bookshelves behind them, he suddenly understood.

In an instant, Bai Qi looked up at the thousands of chapters and floating scriptures in the sky, and could not help but be attracted by the beautiful scene.

"No wonder there is an old saying that goes 'Books contain a golden house and a beautiful woman.'"

Bai Qi sighed.

This is no longer a metaphor, but reality.

Bai Qi did not stay and quickly walked through a small door and entered the depths of the hall, where he finally met the legendary leader of Confucianism and Taoism of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Xi.

Bai Qi had imagined various scenes of meeting this Confucian and Taoist leader, especially after passing by the magnificent library. Bai Qi had great expectations for Zhu Zi's residence, but when he actually saw it, he did not expect it to be so simple.

The layout of the shabby room was very simple. There was a table and two cushions on a square black blanket spread on the ground. Apart from that, there was nothing around.

Zhu Zi was wearing a loose black Confucian robe, with his eyes closed, sitting motionless on one of the cushions, as if he was meditating.

As for Zhu Zi's appearance——

No matter how you look at it, Bai Qi is just an ordinary, gentle and honest old man.

"Is he really Zhu Zi?"

Bai Qi was vaguely confused.

As if knowing what Bai Qi was thinking, the seemingly ordinary old man on the mat suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, Bai Qi immediately knew that he was wrong.

Because the moment the old man opened his eyes, his whole body suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes.

The person is still the same person, nothing has changed, but those eyes——

What kind of eyes are these!

Bai Qi didn't know how to describe it. He only knew that when those eyes opened, it seemed as if a world was unfolding before his eyes, and there seemed to be endless books, ancient tomes, and scriptures rushing towards him.

In those eyes, Bai Qi saw a vast ocean of knowledge, infinite power and culture hidden in them, as if those eyes contained an ancient and huge library accumulated over time.

It was just a brief eye contact, but Bai Qi felt like his mind was about to be lost in it.

However, Bai Qi didn't know that when those eyes looked at him, there was a hint of admiration in their eyes.

"So...so awesome."

Bai Qi took a deep breath and forced himself to come back to his senses.

This is a true saint.

Bai Qi suddenly became excited and felt that the old man in front of him was like a towering mountain and unfathomable.

"It's worth it! I never thought I could actually meet the real saint in the legend."

The Spring and Autumn Period was the most prosperous era in Chinese history. The treasures they left behind have influenced China for five thousand years. The Zhu Xi in front of him was obviously one of the philosophers in this alien world. Bai Qi couldn't help but be excited.

Of course, Bai Qi had his own plans for coming to the Temple of Literature this time.

That is to see if it is possible to find a way to leave this world and return to modern Earth through Zhu Zi.

According to the heavenly book, he will meet the destined villain in four months, and if he fails, he will die. With Bai Qi's current level, it is basically impossible for him to survive.

The crisis in Wuhun Valley is already very dangerous, not to mention that he still has four life and death trials left.

Just think about it, the difficulty of this test will probably become higher and higher each time, and Bai Qi doesn't want to continue to suffer in this world.

Zhu Xi was a living saint, who was said to be a great scholar of nature and had insight into the mysteries of the universe.

If there is anyone in this entire different world who can help me, it is probably only Zhu Zi.

"...Teacher, do you know anything about wormholes?"

Bai Qi rubbed his hands, thought for a moment, and decided to skip the small talk and go straight to the point, asking directly what he wanted to know.

As a saint, I'm sure you don't like red tape, so let's be direct.

"Wormhole?"

Zhu Xi was a man of profound knowledge, well-versed in both ancient and modern times. Looking at the world, there were probably few things that could move him. However, when he heard the first words of the young man in front of him, he could not help but be stunned.

"Yes, a wormhole is a passage between two worlds. Do you know where the wormhole in this world is? Can it lead us back to Earth?"

Bai Qi asked tentatively, his voice unconsciously sounding a little urgent.

There was silence in the humble room. Zhu Zi looked at the young man in front of him. There was a rare hint of doubt in his deep eyes that were full of wisdom.

"I have never heard of wormholes."

Zhu Zi thought for a moment and finally spoke.

Hearing this, Bai Qi couldn't hide his disappointment.

If even the sage Zhu Xi, who was a scholar and well-versed in ancient and modern times, did not know the way to leave this world, then there is even less hope for others.

Is it possible that he will never be able to leave this world easily?