Niche Prison

"Aren't you Scholar Yu?"

Zhu Ge's soul returned to her body, and then she said coldly, "Who exactly are you?!"

"I am Scholar Yu! But then I suddenly remembered..." Scholar Yu smiled, "Zhu Ge is dead, isn't she? And you... who exactly are you?!"

"I'm dead?" Zhu Ge frowned.

This is something I really can't talk about.

He can't exactly say he's from another time, can he?

"I am Zhu Ge!"

Zhu Ge, however, sensed that Yu Xiucai wasn't quite dead after all, so she went straight to the point and asked, "But you... why can't I see your soul? You're the one who's truly dead!"

Seeing Zhu Ge's wary expression, Yu Xiucai's smile faded, and he frowned instead.

"If you're not dead, how did you learn to astral projection? Why don't you dare accept my 'Confucian' title?"

Why were you acting like a zombie when I came to see you this morning?

Are you afraid to use the word "Confucian"?

Morning? Looking like a walking corpse?

Zhu Ge relaxed slightly, but remained wary: "What you wrote isn't 'Confucian' at all, it's 'double happiness'!"

"The character '囍'?" Yu Xiucai exclaimed in surprise, turning to look at the character in his hand. "Isn't this '儒' (Ru)? You should be able to read!"

Seeing that Yu Xiucai didn't seem to be faking it, Zhu Ge frowned deeply: "Either you wrote '囍' (double happiness), or I saw '囍' (double happiness). There's something wrong with one of us..."

But he made his point very clearly.

Scholar Yu is in trouble!

Zhu Ge was unaware of his problem when he wore the Kunpeng.

He even wondered if he was already dead.

But the final conclusion is that he didn't die; it's just that the original owner of this body died, which is why he transmigrated here.

As for the reason for time travel?

It's too profound; there's no point in discussing it.

It's like trying to figure out why a combination of proteins, fats, and other substances doesn't become a human being—it's too profound.

Therefore, it seems that Yu Xiucai definitely has a problem.

"Something's wrong between us..." Yu Xiucai frowned, seemingly realizing that Zhu Ge seemed perfectly normal.

Then, Yu Xiucai probably remembered that he himself seemed to have acted strangely before.

Therefore, his expression became a bit strange, and he seemed to lack confidence in himself.

"Tell me first, why did your soul leave your body... No, that's not right, let me explain first. Perhaps you gained some insight between life and death, so it's normal for your soul to leave your body."

Scholar Yu sighed:

"You are the only abnormality at the moment. I'll tell you something important first, so that if something happens to me in the future, at least you can escape."

As he spoke, he went to the large drawer under the bed and rummaged around for a while before taking out a yellowed book and handing it to Zhu Ge, saying:

"My husband and I found this by chance. We were planning to trade it with a martial artist in the city next time we went there, but then this happened."

书？

Zhu Ge was hesitant to accept the book, fearing there might be something strange inside.

However, when I read the words on it, I still took it.

The Great Sun Glass Body!

This is clearly an extraordinary skill!

After Zhu Ge took the book, Yu Xiucai continued, "The world is in chaos, and the people are suffering greatly. Even the strong can only protect a small area and prolong their lives."

"Gods, ghosts, demons, and monsters roam the land; without power, one can only become cattle and sheep to be cooked."

"Today you have witnessed the terror of 'God,' and in the future you may encounter demons and monsters. I hope this martial arts technique will be of some benefit to you."

Martial arts techniques!

Speaking of this, Zhu Ge naturally asked out of curiosity, "Sir, you didn't say much about martial arts before. Could you tell me more about it, scholar?"

"If it's convenient, I'd like to learn more about things, such as martial arts and Confucianism, and many, many other things..."

Zhu Ge's expression was full of thirst for knowledge.

There was nothing I could do; I was completely in the dark!

He had a very limited understanding of the world because the original owner of this body seemed to have very few memories.

Or rather, most people in this era lack understanding of the world.

Like some of the elderly people in his previous life, they had never left the mountains or the county town, and they did not have efficient tools for receiving information such as mobile phones and computers.

Most people in this era have no idea what the world is like.

Because most people are lucky to even survive, they simply don't have the time to open their eyes to the world.

But Zhu Ge needs to learn more about the world to survive. Only by knowing more can she have a better chance of escaping her current life-or-death crisis.

"Martial arts?"

Upon hearing this, Scholar Yu pondered for a moment and said:

"These things shouldn't be said now, as this is a critical moment... but after thinking it over, there's nothing else of importance to say..."

"Very well, keep this martial arts technique safe, as well as my notes and insights from the past ten years. It can be considered a microcosm of my Confucianism and Taoism. If I die, pass it on to a suitable person so that they can do their part for our human race."

Yu Xiucai handed the book he had been carrying to Zhu Ge; it was titled "Notes on Jianshan Terraces".

Seeing Yu Xiucai's resigned expression, Zhu Ge felt a pang of sadness. She took the book and put it away.

Seeing that Zhu Ge had carefully put away both books, Yu Xiucai nodded with satisfaction, and then said:

"With my teacher's handwritten words protecting my heart, I'm not afraid of anything unusual for now."

He pointed to his heart, where a faintly glowing character for "Confucian" emanated.

"I am merely a cultivator; to unleash the personal calligraphy of the 'Scholar' realm would consume my lifespan."

"But if it can give you a sliver of hope, it won't have been in vain."

Confucianism and Taoism: Cultivating oneself!

Confucianism, Taoism, and the scholar!

Moreover, forcibly activating it actually consumes one's lifespan?

This is similar to his simulator.

Zhu Ge understood, and immediately asked, "How many realms are there in Confucianism and Taoism? What about martial arts? Besides these, what other paths are there?"

"There are many paths in the world, and I only know a few. It is said that in ancient times, the philosophers roamed freely, opening up living space for our human race. Each philosopher could dominate a region and pass on the path."

"Confucianism, Taoism, Taoism of Immortality, martial arts, and so on are all inherited from this."

"As for how many levels there are? I only know that I am still at the stage of self-cultivation and cannot yet become a scholar. I know nothing else."

"In chaotic times, the names of various cultivation paths are actually a kind of useful information, and they are not easily known to others. Therefore, my master and I know very little about them."

Scholar Yu shook his head:

"Unfortunately, it is still unknown how many traditions still exist outside. As for martial arts, there are some records in this book, 'The Great Sun Glass Body,' which you can look up later."

"My master and I practice Confucianism and Taoism, which prevent our souls from leaving our bodies. Normal martial arts also don't work. I've heard that immortality can, but we've never practiced immortality."

"Speaking of which, this cultivation technique is perfect for you. You are also the first person I have seen in recent years who can separate his soul from his body."

"As for realms, my husband and I know very little about these strange beings such as demons, ghosts, spirits, and gods."

Scholar Yu sighed:

"We only know that Confucianism and Taoism cultivate oneself, so we must strive to cultivate ourselves; Taoism builds the foundation, so we need to solidify our foundation."

"Gods and ghosts are inherently difficult to contact through ordinary means, but fortunately, you've heard that the first realm a god enters on the path of cultivation is called..."

"The niche!"

Yu Xiucai looked serious.

"A niche?" Zhu Ge asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, the shrine is its prison, the dwelling place of its soul." Scholar Yu nodded.

"That's why the teacher taught us that if we encounter a god, we need to find his shrine and destroy it in order to destroy his soul, just like destroying a person's heart."

"The same goes for demons, ghosts, spirits, and monsters. Let me tell you about them. For example, demons, spirits, and monsters are born with low intelligence and are confused, but they all have one or two powerful talents."

"Such as the venom of a snake demon, the entanglement of a vine spirit, the hardness of a stone monster, etc..."

Just as he was about to continue speaking, the character "儒" (Confucian) on Yu Xiucai's chest suddenly weakened, and his voice also became softer.

Zhu Ge's pupils contracted slightly. She remained silent, sitting quietly and waiting for Yu Xiucai's reaction.

A moment later, Yu Xiucai's body suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head like a rusty robot to look at Zhu Ge.

His tone was solemn:

"Zhu Ge, what are you doing at my house instead of sleeping?"

"Hide well! Close the doors and windows!"

"Our village has a 'god'!"