I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

Of course, metaphysics is not for homework. Taoist classics only record how to cast down demons, eliminate demons, fortune-telling and pray for blessings.

But the heirs who cannot stand the current Heavenly Master need to face the nine-year compulsory education.

and homework all night long.

The celestial masters who are faced with homework have no time to learn Taoism, and the celestial masters who want to learn Taoism can only think of it on their own.

Qi Shu deeply felt it. Since he was a child, he wanted to come up with something that could save him from the sea of ​​homework.

Talismans and mantras are also fine, if you really can’t do it, it’s fine to catch a ghost or a goblin to help.

But the latter two seem to be too difficult for ghosts and goblins.

A bit too much.

Especially ghosts, maybe they just experienced Huanggang Wusan Wang Houxiong before they were alive, and they finally got rid of ghosts, and if they were caught by themselves to do their homework, they might be forced to live.

And the handwriting is also different from my own.

It is also mainly because of the different handwriting.

Fortunately, his master has always been supportive of his blind thinking, and all kinds of techniques have given him enough room to play freely.

Free-range teaching.

Liberate nature.

This kind of education method is quite unreliable, that is to say, a fate like Qi Shu can withstand such nonsense, and can suppress the sudden explosion of anger after drawing a wrong spell-not only can it be suppressed, but it can also be used for oneself .

After many homework tortures, Qi Shu really managed to come up with this little paper man who could write homework for himself.

Not only can I do my homework, but I can even tear it up and help clean up the house.

"Hey, it's really correct,"

He Heng looked more and more surprised, "It can also do mathematics? Can it do anything?"

"It's not that it can do everything,"

Qi Shu explained to him, "If you know it, it will."

He Heng was even more surprised: "How does it know what I can do?"

There are some difficulties in explaining this, and there may be a lot of confusion involved in the connection of minds.

There may be a lot of strange knowledge to be popularized.

Qi Shu was hesitating how to explain to him. He Heng had already understood from his brief silence that his question was not easy to answer, so he didn't continue to ask. I looked over and over again: "So, whoever writes this English paper between me and it can give our English teacher a lot of insight, right?"

Qi Shu: "...According to the principle, it should be."

He Heng collapsed on the table in an instant.

Fuck, then it's too fucking hard for me.

I must have been English gestalt in my previous life.

Qi Shu shook his head and smiled, went to lock the door of the dormitory by himself, then took out a cinnabar brush and a stack of yellow paper from the cabinet, and said to He Heng: "Draw two talismans, do you mind?"

He Heng thought that he was preparing for the haunted house adventure at 02:30 at night, and quickly shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, you draw yours...can I see it?"

Qi Shu nodded lightly: "Anything is fine, you don't have to worry about me, you can do whatever you want."

Qi Shu said that he moved the small bed table in the dormitory to the bed, went to wash his hands, and then began to meditate.

He Heng looked at him in awe, always feeling that he would disturb something if he took a breath now.

"Ah, no."

Qi Shu's tone was quite relaxed, "You can do whatever you want, and you won't bother me—just treat me as if I were doing my homework."

He Heng: "..."

Ah, it turns out that metaphysics also requires homework.

When He Heng was a child, he had seen people invite Taoist priests to do it, and he had also seen them use cinnabar to draw talismans on the door. They were all bulging in their sleeves and holding an oversized brush to mobilize the joints of their bodies to draw upwards like dancing. I have to have fun with myself by chanting words in my mouth.

Sitting on the bed like Qi Shu and drawing symbols quietly with a brush are two completely different styles of painting.

It feels a little random.

But somehow I felt that it was very powerful, as if it was better than that Taoist priest who sang and danced.

"That's not called singing and dancing,"

It is related to the dignity of the celestial master, Qi Shu still couldn't help reminding him again, "You should step on the Gang step, and you should be careful about the recitation, which is to get rid of the evil spirit."

It's just that either they are too observant of the rules, or their morality is not enough, and a good formation of evil spirits and talismans is like singing and fighting.

"Ah so,"

Seeing that he had stopped writing, He Heng couldn't hold back and asked again, "Then you also need to sing... isn't it, to get rid of Qi knots?"

It's a bit hard to imagine my roommate making moves like that Taoist priest.

It's like talking nonsense.

A bit of a loss of image.

Qi Shu shook his head: "I don't need it."

He was born on May [-]th, the anode in his body is strong and the cathode is weak, and his fate is evil, but he only has an advantage in drawing symbols.

Just like other people have to cleanse their body and mind before drawing a talisman, and they have to write paper, ink, brush and inkstone before writing. If they are done to perfection, they may not be able to draw a high-quality talisman. But he can write as long as he concentrates and calms down. And it is done in one go, and there are very few mistakes.

This can't be asked by the patriarch to enjoy the meal. This is the patriarch who personally filled the rice for him and set up a full banquet, and even took a spoon to feed him mouthful.

...Of course, for this kind of thing, talent is one thing, and master's teaching is another thing.

After all, few people would dare to close their eyes and draw a talisman.

Whether it is successful or not, let me talk about it first, I am afraid that it will make the patriarch so angry that he will sleep at night to clean up the house.

"Then, do you glow when you draw symbols?"

He Heng raised his hand cautiously, "Can your light be a little smaller, or else people in the opposite building will think our dormitory is on fire if they see it."

Qi Shu: "..."

Qi Shu: "???"

No, you wait.

I draw a talisman well, why should it shine?

"You fucking don't babble."

Tuantuan didn't want to move lazily at first, but he couldn't listen to these weird questions. He jumped from Qi Shu's bed into He Heng's arms, and just covered his mouth with a lift of his tail, "Then It's not called shining, and Qi Shu can't shine, shut up."

He Heng was temporarily silenced by the cat master, and automatically silenced, watching Qi Shu dip a pen into the cinnabar talisman seriously.

The young man sat upright, his brushes were like dragons and snakes, and his brushes were drawn with silver hooks.

It's a bit pleasing to watch, and people can't take their eyes off it.

After a while, Qi Shu drew several pictures, took them off the table and laid them flat beside the bed.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but He Heng looked at Qi Shu who was sitting in a pile of yellow talismans, and the more he looked at it, the more comfortable he felt

Even the pain and suffering caused by English just now disappeared.

"It's not psychological."

Qi Shu pointed to the yellow talisman next to him, "These are all peace talismans, put them here in such a stack, let alone an English paper, you won't feel the pain if you have a grammar book for you."

He Heng accurately grasped the key point: "The peace talisman? What is it for?"

"Soothe the nerves and calm down, go to the filth and suppress the shock."

Qi Shu said, "Generally speaking, it only treats insomnia."

He Heng suddenly realized, and summed up the essence: "Sleeping pills?"

Qi Shu: "...ah."

It's not impossible to say that.

"No, what are we going to do tonight?"

He Heng picked up a sleeping pill and looked at it, "After seeing a ghost... you let it take the medicine and sleep?"

Qi Shu: "..."

Where did you come up with all these fantastic ideas.

"Not for tonight."

Qi Shu briefly explained to him, "I sold it to make money."

My roommate is too pitiful.

Make money every day, work and study.

There are so many copies of a painting, and it is estimated that one of them will not sell for much money.

I don't know if this stack can cover a month's living expenses.

The point is that ordinary Taoist priests are quite old, and they look like immortals at first glance, but their roommates are not yet adults, so even if the talisman is very good, few people believe it.

The world is hard.

Even knowing metaphysics is very difficult.

He Heng sighed deeply, feeling that he should help his poor roommate quietly.

"I'm actually very prone to insomnia."

He Heng showed extreme distress, "An Mian, you—ah no, how can you sell the An Mian Talisman, can you sell me two?"

Qi Shu was very generous: "Yes, you can take it yourself."

"That's no good, how can I take your things for nothing?"

He Heng waved his hand and clicked on the WeChat payment code, "How much do you usually sell this one for?"

Tuantuan said indifferently: "The method is not empty, one hundred sheets."

He Heng: "..."

He Heng put away the WeChat payment code, and put the two symbols in his hand back respectfully.

Qi Shu laughed: "It's okay, it's just two talismans, you can just hold them."

"No, no, no, I don't."

He Heng waved his hand quickly, thinking of the adventure activities tonight again, "Then, do we have a talisman that can be used tonight?"

Qi Shu was puzzled: "Tonight? ——Shouldn't I be able to use talismans tonight."

He Heng was a little worried: "Then what if we really encounter such a dangerous ghost?"

It's not impossible.

At least the ghosts in this school are really not impossible.

There are so many anomalies in this school, it is hard to say what the ghosts who have been led here will look like.

Qi Shu thought for a while, turned over and got out of bed, took out two booklets from his schoolbag and handed them to him.

On the red cover, there are two portraits painted on the bottom.

"The Communist Manifesto"

solemn.

sacred.

He Heng was stunned by the rushing red breath and took two steps back.

"What is this for?"

He Heng held up the book, and asked cautiously, "We -- have done too much feudal superstition, come to study and purify our minds?"

Tuantuan rolled his eyes at him.

"No, evil spirits."

Qi Shu explained to him in a good-tempered manner, "The Communist Party is the ruling/government/party, so it will naturally have the power of faith. This book is the carrier of the power of faith."

He Heng's face was stunned by the shock of his worldview.

"Let me explain it to you,"

Qi Shu is very patient: "Just as people in ancient times went to temples to pray to gods and worship Buddhas, gods and Buddhas have the power of faith, and the statues of gods and Buddhas in the temple are the carriers of faith power, which can bless believers."

He Heng digested it for a while, and looked at the book in his hand in shock: "So this is a statue?"

"No, absolutely not."

Qi Shu was very cautious: "The party is the party, and it cannot be confused with gods and Buddhas, otherwise accidents will happen."

He Heng was nervous: "What will happen?"

Qi Shu glanced at him incredulously, always feeling that his roommate lacked common sense in all aspects.

"Of course I will be educated."

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The author has something to say:

He Heng: My roommate is clearly a boss, why do I always feel sorry for him? ? ?

Qi Shu: Wealthy, strong, democratic, civilized, harmonious... Read it with me, and you can become a big boss

————————————感谢在2020-02-2707:57:11~2020-02-2807:58:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Tiannan and Qingshan Jiluo 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!