Wu Qi found Wu Daoji by chance and rescued Dragon Girl. Just as he was about to leave, someone came from behind.

"The Taoist priest stays."

I always feel that this sentence seems a bit familiar.

Wu Qi suddenly thought that the bad-clad Shen Gongbao was the catchphrase, which was really not a good sign.

The visitor moved very quickly, jumped off the horse and almost staggered to the ground.

Seeing that he was so desperate, Wu Qi couldn't leave directly: "Are you?"

The visitor was a man in blue who looked about thirty years old, with long beards on his cheeks and looked quite elegant.

The man shook the dust on his body and then bowed: "Student Cui Zhidao, I heard that Master Wu came to the Imperial College, so I hurried over and almost missed it."

Yang Quan behind him murmured, "Dr. Cui?"

Wu Qi was slightly surprised.

Doctors of the Imperial College can reach the fifth rank. Usually, they are good at being a teacher. They serve as a model in the highest academic institution of the Tang Dynasty and have made many contributions to obtain this title. The requirements are extremely high and quite noble.

Speaking of which, they are already members of the think tanks of the Tang Dynasty.

Cui Zhidao introduced himself: "The student entered the Imperial College last year and was a doctor of mathematics."

The Imperial College has six schools, Imperial College, Imperial College, four schools, law school, and calligraphy school. All five schools teach the children of officials of different ranks, and only the last professor of mathematics is the children of common people.

"I have always been fascinated by Master Wu. I finally saw him today. I wonder if I can give some time to let the students ask for advice?"

Cui Zhidao's eyes were full of desire: "Students are quite interested in the way to drive away locusts, the sayings of ghosts and demons, and the rumors of the underworld, and have been doing research and planning in this regard."

Wu Qi didn't want to delay time.

"If Dr. Cui is interested, you might as well go to Jiannan Road with me."

The other party nodded happily: "Okay."

"However, the student is an official of the imperial court and a doctor of the Imperial College. He needs to report to leave Beijing. The Taoist priest is asked to wait for a while. The student goes to the Imperial College to ask for leave from Lord Siye."

Wu Qi was a little confused.

Is this person really an academic obsession, or is there something else?

Even if I have a reputation now, I am far from the point where someone will accept it as soon as someone appears...

"Dr. Cui, what you know about me is just a rumor. Whether it is to drive away locusts or all kinds of monsters, it is not my own power. If you think of it as my credit, it would be wrong."

Wu Qi explained.

"Students know."

Cui Zhidao's eyes were clear and clear: "The Taoist master is open and upright, has friendship and righteousness. This is enough to prove it."

"Uncle? Who is your uncle?"

Cui Zhidao bowed: "Student uncle, a monk from Wudang Mountain, Trevor Hai."

Wu Qi was stunned for a moment.

Trevorhai's nephew, no wonder he held the etiquette of a student.

"My father, Trevoring, and his uncle, are brothers. Both of them were Taoist priests. However, their father was mediocre in his qualifications and was only in the early stage of the elixir. His father joined the court very early and became a servant, but his uncle went to Wudang and went further on the road to immortality..."

At that time, after Trevor Sea went down the mountain, he met Trevor Ning who was in Dongting Lake at that time, and mentioned Wu Qi in detail, believing that he was a strange man in the world and would surely soar into the sky in the future.

Only then did he fall into the Tixian Kingdom and die in it.

Cui Zhidao was a Hanlin Confucian scholar, equivalent to making pills. He has been well-read in poetry since childhood, and has a strong interest in monsters, monsters, fortune and art. Therefore, he specializes in mathematics to measure the world.

When Cui Zhidao arrived at the Imperial College today, Wu Qi had already left, and he rushed over.

“Let’s wait.”

Wu Qi always felt that Cui Zhidao's purpose seemed to be more than just discussing demons and ghosts.

"Dr. Cui came to me. I think it's not just about learning and discussion, right?"

Cui Zhidao felt a little embarrassed: "Actually, the students are here to invite the Taoist priest, hoping that the Taoist priest can join the Imperial College to give lectures."

"The students specifically look for various deeds and records of Taoist priests, and found that Taoist priests learned a lot, and there are few monks who are very acquainted with demons and ghosts. Among the demons, Taoist priests have a lot of understanding of demons and ghosts. They have far surpassed many prejudiced monks. They also asked Taoist priests to give lectures and teach students all over the world."

"In this way, we can eliminate the fear of demons and ghosts, reduce rumors and hostility, and avoid the next generation from continuing to be hostile..."

The Tang Dynasty court made various efforts in the past twenty years, constantly eliminating the stereotyped and vicious impressions brought by demons, allowing them to gradually contact humans, and even live in the same town and work together with each other.

But the trust that I finally established finally broke up when the locusts came and ghosts were at work.

Not only the people, this time, even the imperial court has tightened its jurisdiction over the demon guardians and restricted their actions.

After all, the internal reason is that demons and humans have never achieved cultural flow, which requires a long process of adaptation.

But the court did not do meticulous work in this regard, but simply issued laws, made declarations, etc.

Relying more on the specific measures of the states and prefectures in various places, this behavior cannot be considered a political achievement. The governors, observers and governors of the state have no motivation to do this seriously.

So prejudice still exists.

Cui Zhidao's idea was to start from the Confucian scholars and use the Imperial College to offer special classes on demons and ghosts, so that these future pillars of the court could eliminate some prejudices on their own before they could further implement the policies.

Wu Qi admired his volunteers very much, but was not optimistic about his approach.

"Dr. Cui, even if I join the Imperial College, can I teach publicly, and specialize in the affairs of demons, ghosts, and even ghosts? The Imperial College Priest, the Minister of Rites, and even the Right Prime Minister Liang Zaiyan, can Lord Liang agree?"

Cui Zhidao was speechless.

"Take a step back and overcome all kinds of difficulties and start classes. Well, how many people will listen to my teaching?"

"This course can neither help them to rise to prominence, increase their ranks, nor make them famous and become great Confucian scholars. How many Confucian scholars are willing to learn?"

"Unless I am a sub-saint like Wu Daozi, there will be a lot of people listening to anything I say. Even if I get rid of the name of the sub-saint student, many people will flock to it."

Wu Qi pointed out the real problem: "Your request is not suitable for today's Imperial College."

"Then the question is, Dr. Cui, do you really want to tell the world that demons and ghosts are not born evil?"

"Can you endure long-term loneliness and hard work?"

"This road is difficult to walk, and may bring you many pressures that you have never experienced before, and may even set up many obstacles in your career."

"Because so far, none of our race will have different hearts, and this is still the mainstream."

Cui Zhidao said loudly: "Master, Cui Zhidao has been prepared for a long time. He entered the Imperial College in order to do this well!"

"very good."

Wu Qi nodded: "Since you are determined, I will show you a way, and you may not be able to walk out a great way, but at least it seems feasible and can produce results."

"You can join the Fuyun Temple's 'Qianji Bookstore', Bai Yuxiao and Hong Ling, also known as the Yin and Yang Bachelor, are also preparing to compile a picture book that specializes in demons and ghosts. You might as well work with them to perfect and expand this picture book..."

Wu Qi paused: "It is called the "Basa Demons and Ghosts and Monsters Dictionary", which collects anecdotes such as ghosts, ghosts, gods and monsters in the world of Posa, and defines and describes each kind of monster, ghost, god, gourd, and monster, so as to make a dictionary for reading and searching."

"In this way, the dictionary will be sold all over the world, and with the understanding, the fear and prejudice of demons will be explained."

Cui Zhidao was shocked and his pupils were dilated and his breathing was rapid: "The big dictionary... Indeed, books can continue to flow!"

After careful consideration, he made a decision: "The student will leave the doctor and go with the Taoist priest to compile the dictionary. Please wait."

He left without hesitation, and Cui Zhidao rode his horse all the way back to the city.

Wu Qi laughed.

Cui Zhidao does seem to have great ambitions and does not care about fame and fortune. Such talents who devote themselves to academics should indeed be protected and cherished.

The imperial court is definitely not as tolerant as its own for such Confucian scholars.

Senior Brother Cui, thank you.

I will not treat this child Cui Zhidao unfairly.

Yang Quan next to him was in a difficult choice.

As he watched, Wu Qi said a few words and left what Cui Zhidao said, and went to Fuyun Temple.

What about myself?

How to choose this... If you choose the right one, you may soar into the sky.

If you miss it, it means you regret it.

He had to consider whether this would be his only chance in his life.

Yang Quan gritted his teeth and bowed: "Master Taoist, please take me with me, Yang Quan is willing to follow theMaster!"

Wu Qi was completely unexpected this time.

He was a little amused and hilarious: "Yang joins the army, what are you going to get involved, don't joke."

"No kidding."

Yang Quan made the decision and was extremely decisive at this time: "To be honest, I don't have a background. If I continue to live in the capital, I will never be able to be promoted. At most, I will be lucky. If I am thrown into the prefecture more than ten years later, I will be promoted to Sima."

"I want to follow the Taoist priest... I heard it before. The Taoist priest said that the Fuyun Temple is short of people, and we will do a big fight in the South China Sea."

He exhaled: "I am familiar with the sea and have served as a navy general for a long time. I know all kinds of things at sea, regardless of the direction of the wind, charts, sailors, and ships. In addition, the sea combat has also wiped out many pirates."
To be continued...