Help! This savior is too stupid!

As the morning light sets, Longhu Mountain welcomes a new day.

It was no different from usual. Amidst the noise of chasing and the scolding of teachers, the students crowded into the classroom like a flock of ducks stepping on the bell.

In this day and age, being able to read is a great thing.

There is a free school in Longhu Mountain. Children of school age can enroll in it. Not only that, they also take care of their meals and receive corresponding subsidies...

This subsidy is equivalent to half an adult's day's wages, so parents are naturally happy to send their children to study.

Survival in this world is not easy, and wherever the sun shines, it will always be warmer.

They learn a variety of things, including Chinese, mathematics, history, sequence skills, practical chores, career planning...

For the children, the day was no different than any other day.

But when class came, the children discovered that this day seemed different.

The teacher who taught the children was a stranger, wearing antique clothes, and was a little reserved. He walked up to the podium.

This strange teacher wrote a last name on the blackboard with chalk,

"horse."

The children have never seen a blackboard or chalk. Although they do not use multimedia in class, teachers usually use Qi Huan text and patterns to teach.

That thing is much easier to use than a computer!

Blackboards and chalk are somewhat unfamiliar to people more than 1,200 years later.

After the unfamiliar teacher finished writing, he turned around and looked at the darkness in the classroom. He could see everyone's expressions and what everyone was doing.

With a slight smile, he spoke slowly,

"My surname is Jiang, and I am a student just like you."

"Today, the teacher who was supposed to teach you was not me, but a teacher named Ma."

"Teacher Ma is feeling a little unwell, so I came to this class for him. I still remember what he said in class..."

When Teacher Ma was feeling unwell, Teacher Jiang seemed to look at a small box he carried with him.

No matter who turns into ashes, they probably won’t feel too comfortable...

The strange opening remarks, accompanied by ancient teaching instruments, successfully attracted the children's attention, and they were naturally more interested in what Teacher Jiang said next.

Teacher Jiang spoke, recalling the details of the class that year. For him, this class was only three or four years ago, and it is not difficult to recall it.

Jiang Bai has a very good memory. He clearly remembers every detail, every word Lao Ma said, and even every tone.

"Today, I will give you my first lesson. I know what you want to hear."

"You want to know more about the mysterious tide, you want to know about the development of sequence capabilities, you want to know the latest situation of strong people, you care about the gossip between strong people..."

"However, there are none of these things today. Maybe we will talk about them a lot in the future, but we won't talk about them in the first class."

"I'm not going to talk to you about mysterious tides, about strong men, about the future. We're going to talk about some more practical things, more basic things, and... things that will allow you to go further."

"The changes brought by the mysterious tide to the world, Qi, allow us to practice. We have become stronger, stronger than ever. Superheroes have entered reality. The upper limit of strength seems to have no limit. So, have you ever thought about this power? What does it mean to you?"

"The impact of a dump truck can reach ten tons. Many people with abilities cannot even resist a dump truck head-on. For people with abilities, dump trucks may be a more dangerous existence. So how does the world restrain dump truck drivers? of?"

"All you need is a driver's license book."

"Can we restrain everyone by issuing certificates to all extraordinary people?"

"Obviously it can't be done, because some strong people are stronger than a dump truck, much stronger."

"A depleted uranium armor-piercing bullet is equivalent to about 50 to 60 grams of TNT, and it can easily take away the life of any ordinary person.

The average destructive power of a tornado is comparable to 9 tons of TNT, and its appearance on the seaside can cause tens of millions of lives and property losses.

Nuclear bombs can reach millions of tons of TNT. Thank God, a nuclear bomb of this level has never exploded in a dense urban area. We cannot estimate its true lethality..."

Jiang Bai paused,

"Bullets, tornadoes, nuclear bombs, earthquakes... There are many kinds of dangerous things in the world, which contain terrifying power and can easily take away people's lives. Some of these things are man-made, and some are not."

"When you embark on the path of spiritual practice, when you start to grow, it means you have a bullet in your hand. You can easily take away the life of an ordinary person anytime, anywhere."

"As you get stronger and stronger, you can easily cause tens of millions of lives and property losses."

"One day, you may even become the source of a world-destroying disaster. Even nuclear weapons with a capacity of one million tons are not as lethal as you..."

"Before that day comes, you need to ask yourselves, if there is such a day and you have such power, what will you do?"

If Jiang Bai remembered correctly, Lao Ma randomly asked a few people to ask questions.

According to the seat number in his memory, Jiang Bai also named a child, "Please answer this question."

Being called up by a strange teacher to answer a question, the child was inevitably a little nervous. He clutched his clothes and said timidly,

"I...I will be honest and I will never do bad things!"

His answer was more like a child who made a mistake.

Jiang Bai asked curiously, "Why?"

"Because there is a heavenly master!"

The child's eyes were drooped, and he still looked timid.

"Even with the power of a nuclear bomb, if I dare to do something bad, the Heavenly Master will not spare me. My mother will beat me when I get home..."

The child was obviously a little younger, and his answer caused many people to snicker.

However, his answer also represented the thoughts of the vast majority of people in the classroom.

They actually didn’t quite understand what Teacher Jiang was talking about about the destructive power of nuclear bombs and megatons of TNT, but they understood the Celestial Master!

Nuclear bombs are definitely not as powerful as Longhushan Celestial Master!

Thinking of this, the child seemed to gain some confidence, and a force was injected into his body, making him straighten his back, his eyes shine, and he said proudly,

"Our Heavenly Master and the Heavenly Emperor are equals. Even the newly promoted Disaster Emperor must respect the Heavenly Master!"

Jiang Bai nodded and said perfunctorily, "It's amazing..."

After asking the child to sit down, Jiang Bai asked an older child to answer the question.

Of course, Jiang Bai did not forget to add, "For nuclear bombs, you can understand them as...the strongest force in the world, as strong as the Celestial Master."

The second child looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he is still a little immature, in this era, he is already old enough to take charge of his family.

He has long passed the school age, but he heard that today's class was different from usual, so he came back to listen to the class. Naturally, he knew that the teacher teaching today was also unusual.

He organized his speech for a few seconds and replied with some respect,

"Students will obey the arrangements of the Emperor of Heaven. Whatever the Emperor of Heaven asks me to do, I will do it!"

Unlike the child, he obviously knows more about the powerful people, and he also knows that among the top powerful people in the Pure Land, the Emperor of Heaven is the strongest existence.

The Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain must also listen to the Celestial Emperor.

The answers given by the two people in succession are actually the same in essence: awe of power and respect for violence.

Even if they have the top power, they will still abide by the rules, not because they have rules in their hearts, but because people who are stronger than them have rules in their hearts.

Jiang Bai clicked on a few more people to answer, and they were all pretty much the same, without much difference.

"So, when you have power, your understanding of power is that those with small fists should listen to those with big fists."

Listening to Teacher Jiang's words, a student in the front row was a little confused, "Isn't this wrong?"

Isn't it normal for the weak to eat the strong and the fittest to survive?

They were born into this world.

Civilization is too far away from the end.

"It's right under special circumstances."

But now, it is a special situation.

Jiang Bai said slowly, "Rules are made by the strong to protect the weak. Have you ever thought about why the strong make special rules to protect the weak?"

A voice sounded, "Because...the strong have kind hearts?"

Jiang Bai shook his head, "There is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason."

"There is no such thing as good without reason. Goodness, no matter how it is driven, has a source."

Another voice sounded, "Because these rules are not actually to protect the weak, but to protect the strong!"

This statement is somewhat of a conspiracy theory, but many people in the classroom nodded in agreement.

"It's not that complicated."

Jiang Bai announced Instructor Ma’s answer back then.

"Because the strong man today is the weak man back then."

"It's raining heavily and sooner or later everyone will be drowned. At this time, someone else holds an umbrella for you and holds up the sky.

When you have the ability to hold an umbrella, always do something for others..."

"Actually, most of the students in the classroom may not have access to umbrellas or this heavy rain. For you, rules and strong people are very far away, but they are not that far away.

You can sit here and listen to lectures, and you can grow up in this world, and you are a beneficiary of the rules. "

With more than 6,000 years of history, including the mysterious tidal disaster of more than 1,200 years, how many days of true peace will there be?

"I am not telling you that when I become stronger in the future, I will hold an umbrella for others and persuade people to do good. You will not be wrong if you say it ten thousand times, but it will only work once if you say it ten thousand times. No, waste your time..."

Jiang Bai took out a cigarette, lit it in front of the children, blew out a smoke ring, and blocked the smoke so that no child could inhale second-hand smoke.

He grinned like the old horse,

"I just want to say that I drank and overslept last night and forgot to write the lesson plan. Okay, it's almost time. I can clock in. I go out to have a smoke. You study by yourself. Do whatever you like. Don't beat anyone to death."

With that said, Jiang Bai turned around and walked out of the classroom, leaving behind a bunch of confused students.

That's right, Lao Ma's first lesson was so perfunctory and his painting style was so unique.

The special training camp back then gathered talents from all over the country. Everyone worked hard and refused to accept anyone. They were like a dynamite barrel that could explode at any time.

The boss first didn’t talk about cultivation, which is what everyone is most concerned about, and then brought out a lot of vague principles.

What about the strong and the weak, what about holding an umbrella when it rains, what rules, and kindness for no reason...

After this group of restless young people were led by Lao Ma and began to think about the questions raised by Lao Ma.

Lao Ma hit them again and woke them up.

Save your breath!

The books of sages and the principles of sages should be understood and learned by yourself.

Expecting a class, a few words, a few pages of a book to change a person's three views and a person's cognition... then your three views are too cheap...

Lao Ma poured a basin of cold water on the geniuses of that year and told them a very simple truth: the world is big, talk less nonsense.

In fact, they did think about what Lao Ma said and had their own feelings.

However, when they came into contact with Lao Ma, most of them were over 18 years old. Many people's personalities and three views, not to say fixed, at least had a rough outline.

Lao Ma had no time to educate them ideologically, nor did he have the ability to do so.

What Lao Ma could do was to protect them within the scope of the rules and hold an umbrella for them.

As for what happened afterwards...

"I don't know what you went through afterwards."

Standing by the railing, Jiang Bai smoked silently, coughing from time to time, obviously not very skilled at smoking.

Lao Ma's urn was placed next to Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai rolled his eyes, "It's a fucking sliding cover..."

In the urn, there were Lao Ma's ashes, absolutely true.

Jiang Bai lit a cigarette and placed it horizontally on the urn, as if Lao Ma was accompanying one.

"Lao Ma, Lao Ma."

"Look at you, you are terrible at teaching, and your ability is terrible. I was expecting you to live a few more years, why are you so careless?"

Jiang Bai sniffed, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and seemed to want to say something to Lao Ma.

He didn't notice that Lao Ma's sliding cover urn was opened, and the cigarette placed on the urn, a little spark fell into the urn.

In an instant, Lao Ma's ashes burned like a fairy stick.

Listening to the sizzling sound and watching the burning Lao Ma, Jiang Bai felt sick.

"Lao Ma..."

"Ah?!"

Lao Ma burned himself in front of Jiang Bai.

Then, after the smoke cleared, Jiang Bai came forward and saw dense small words at the bottom of the urn.

Obviously, the ashes are real, but they have been specially refined and are flammable when they come into contact with smoke, and these words will only appear after burning...

Looking at everything happening in front of him, Jiang Bai can only say that if he has a normal mind, he will not develop this method to transmit information...

What has Lao Ma experienced over the years!

Jiang Bai covered his mouth and nose, feeling that Lao Ma was everywhere in the air. He forced himself to concentrate and looked at the bottom of the urn.

"Jiang Bai, I am Lao Ma. When you see this line of words, I am already dead..."