Chapter 192

192 -Second Major

The living sword awakens wisdom, while the killing blade extinguishes the spirit. Lu Ya transformed intangible wisdom into tangible weapons, capable of both killing and fulfilling their original purpose.

Back then, the young prodigy of the Daoist sect, Luo Wuzhou, sought out Lingyou. He was enlightened by Lu Yue’s sword and returned home crying, begging to become a monk… It was this experience that made Zhou Xintang deeply wary of Lingyou.

Jiang Wushui was an eyewitness to that scene back then and is one of the few who knows the truth. Therefore, Jiang Wushui is now the one with the most grim expression.

Back then, to avoid causing panic, Zhou Xintang didn’t tell the other disciples about this incident. Now, they’re just a bit confused, not knowing why someone is teaching them or what’s wrong with Jiang Wushui. Though they don’t know the reason, Jiang Wushui’s fear is too obvious, causing the other Taoists to grow restless.

Duan Jiazhe remembered the last time Jiang Wushui knelt down, so he stepped forward, gently supporting his arm, and led him to his seat.

“Rest for a while and focus on the lesson.” Jiang Wushui said bitterly, “Director Duan, must you do this?” Duan Jiazhe nodded, “I’m doing this for your own good.” Jiang Wushui looked at all the disciples and even his great-grand disciples. He wanted to make a heroic sacrifice, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

To be honest, times had changed. At least Jiang Wushui couldn’t sacrifice his life for his beliefs.

So, Jiang Wushui just looked at Duan Jiazhe in despair. This was Duan Yuanchang’s idea, and he was even saying it was for everyone’s good… Jiang Wushui sat in the front row. At that moment, he turned to look at his confused juniors and said sadly, “No matter what… we’re all fellow disciples!”

The Taoists were even more frightened. What did this mean?

Duan Jiazhe saw Jiang Wushui’s expression and knew he had misunderstood, so he gave Lu Ya a nod, signaling that it was time to begin.

Thus, amid the chaos, Lu Ya opened the textbook and began, “The Great Dao has no form, yet it gives birth to heaven and earth; the Great Dao has no emotions, yet it governs the sun and moon…” Lu Ya was reciting the “Qingjing Jing.” He followed the Xuanmen tradition. Though not a disciple of the Three Teachings, he still shared the same origins.

Back when the Daoist Patriarch first taught, Lu Ya’s father was one of the Patriarch’s registered disciples, sharing the same lineage as the Three Purities. Moreover, Lu Ya claimed that during his time serving in the Heavenly Court, he had discussed this scripture with the Supreme Old Lord, and that it was sufficient for teaching these human disciples.

Duan Jiazhe, who had never practiced cultivation, lacked the experience of these Daoists. They were all initiates, and as soon as Lu Ya began speaking, everyone’s minds grew still, as if his voice were coming from the heavens and settling between their spiritual centers.

Due to differences in cultivation, everyone understood different parts. Unconsciously, everyone composed their expressions. Jiang Wushui, who had been wearing a face of grief and anger, was particularly noticeable. His expression gradually relaxed, but his eyes remained tense, immersed in a profound and mysterious state of mind as he listened to Lu Ya’s lecture.

Duan Jiazhe watched for a moment, finding it as boring as watching a miracle happen. He felt like leaving and going to watch the otters nursing their young instead.

Just as Duan Jiazhe took two steps, Lu Ya shot him a stern glance. Duan Jiazhe: “…” What? I can’t leave?

Duan Jiazhe mouthed, “I’m going to work.” Lu Ya threatened Duan Jiazhe with his eyes, forbidding him to leave, and waved the lesson plan in his hand.

Duan Jiazhe sat down dejectedly. He didn’t understand why Lu Ya was making him stay. He knew that Lu Ya wasn’t trying to enlighten him about cultivation. That was the Dragon Clan’s business. Lu Ya clearly wanted Duan Jiaze to admire his own heroic presence… There was nothing he could do. Duan Jiaze sat in the front row, unable to play with his phone, so he just propped his chin up and watched Lu Ya.

Lu Ya seemed quite pleased with himself, almost ready to fly. The class lasted three hours. Unlike Bao Zhu, who was so engrossed that he forgot to eat or sleep, Lu Ya put down his lesson plan, “Class dismissed.”

The Taoists finally snapped out of their trance. Earlier, they had all been completely engrossed in what Lu Ya was saying, too absorbed to notice anything else. It wasn’t until now that Jiang Wushui slowly came to his senses and realized: What was that just now?

Lu Jusi had just taught them the Qingjing Jing (Treatise on the Calmness of the Mind)?! A Buddhist layman was teaching a group of Taoists the Qingjing Jing, and he had even caused several disciples to enter a state of meditation!

No, no… Jiang Wushui couldn’t even figure out how to address this mysterious figure. Lu Ya didn’t care about Jiang Wushui’s shock. He turned to Duan Jiazhe and asked, “How was the lecture?” Normally, if he wanted to ask, he should have asked the students, but Lu Ya specifically asked Duan Jiazhe.

Duan Jiazhe nodded with a nervous laugh: “It was very impressive.” Lu Ya was satisfied. The other Taoists: “…………”

Intimidated by Lu Ya’s authority, Jiang Wushui almost dared not speak, but he couldn’t hold it in any longer. After a moment, he turned to Duan Jiazhe and asked, “Principal, what on earth is going on here?” Jiang Wushui was at a loss for words. If anyone else had been in his situation, their mind might have frozen.

“That’s exactly what happened. Come on, from now on, you all come here at this time every week for class.” Duan Jiazhe placed his hand on Jiang Wushui’s shoulder, leading them all out while saying, “It’s really nothing. Who doesn’t have a second major these days? Come on, you guys go back.”

Jiang Wushui: ‘……………’ Jiang Wushui was pushed out by Duan Jiazhe, and the other Taoist priests were also ushered out one by one. The door was closed, leaving the Taoist priests of Linshui Temple standing there in a daze.

The other Taoist priests were confused about why there was such a powerful senior at the zoo, while Jiang Wushui had even more thoughts.

Lu Ya’s Buddhist cultivation could be seen from his ability to turn a killing knife into a life-saving sword, and his research into the Daoist sect had also been briefly revealed earlier.

Jiang Wushui couldn’t believe that someone could cultivate both to such an astonishing level. Jiang Wushui could only stand steady by holding onto his disciples’ hands. After opening his mouth in vain for a moment, he finally said, “…So which one is the second major?!!”

Zhou Xintang paced back and forth anxiously, asking from time to time, “What time is it? Why aren’t they back yet?” Zhou Xintang felt uneasy about his disciples being summoned to the spirit enclosure.

It wasn’t just his intuition telling him something was wrong, but also that it didn’t make sense logically. Director Duan was a decent person who knew they were reserved, so he wouldn’t usually initiate such activities.

This time, however, he had singled out a disciple to post an announcement in the group chat, even hinting that no one was allowed to skip it.

Zhou Xintang couldn’t figure out what Duan Jiazhe was up to, which made him even more uneasy. The person had left after lunch, and several hours had passed without a single word. Zhou Xintang had explicitly told them to report any incidents, good or bad, via phone.

“Director, I think it should be fine. Principal Duan has a kind heart,” Shao Wuxing comforted Zhou Xintang.

“Sigh… I know. Principal Duan even liked my WeChat post this morning. He shouldn’t turn on us,” Zhou Xintang sighed and said, “But I just feel like something might change…”

Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang. It was Jiang Wushui calling.

Zhou Xintang hurriedly answered it. Shao Wuxing comforted Zhou Xintang with words, but he couldn’t help but step forward a few steps to listen to what was being said.

The volume was quite loud, and Shao Wuxing could faintly hear some of the conversation.

“Director, we’re on our way back.” Jiang Wushui’s voice was anxious, and he spoke without preamble, “It’s not a performance at all! Director Duan called Senior Lu to give us a few hours of lessons! Several disciples have already entered a state of meditation!“

At that moment, Zhou Xintang stumbled backward. If not for Shao Wuxing holding him up, he would have nearly fallen to the ground.

—The psychological trauma caused by Lu Ya was simply too great.

“What… what…” Zhou Xintang’s voice trembled. He had heard clearly, but he couldn’t believe it! How could the “kind” Principal Duan do such a horrifying thing!

Jiang Wushui heard the commotion over there and guessed that the director’s reaction was the same as his earlier one. However, in front of the younger generation, he didn’t want to be too blunt, so he comforted him vaguely, “Director, don’t worry. Senior Lu was teaching us the ‘Qingjing Jing’…”

Shao Wuxing didn’t hear clearly and looked at Zhou Xintang, asking, “What sutra?” He must have heard wrong. It should be something like the Lotus Sutra, right?

Zhou Xintang held up his phone and stared blankly at Shao Wuxing, murmuring, “The Qingjing Jing…”

Shao Wuxing: “???”