Release the Douyin fairyland version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

In the Nandou Academy on Qilin Mountain in the southern region of Tianyuan Continent, a handsome young man wearing a Confucian robe stood up from the bed after yawning.

The young man's name is Song Yu. He is a Confucian disciple in Nandou Academy. He has reached the scholar level at the age of 20. Converted into the immortal system, it is the foundation-building stage. His talent is better than Chu Feng who broke through the foundation-building stage at the age of 50.

The reason why he was able to make such progress at such a young age was, on the one hand, because he was born with a talent for literature, and on the other hand, it was also due to his firm determination to follow the Tao.

To him, beauty is nothing but a red-faced skeleton, which cannot tempt him at all.

However, he also had his troubles. As a talented disciple of Nandou Academy and an elite descendant of the famous Song family, both the family and the academy placed all their hopes on him.

So he has been under tremendous pressure all the time, and sometimes he even dreams of reading at night.

But last night was an exception, because he watched some TikTok videos before going to bed. Thinking of this, he picked up the mobile phone he bought in a store in Qilin City yesterday from next to his pillow again, and opened TikTok.

The next second, a video popped up. In the video, a burly monk picked up a strangely shaped knife and walked towards a demon donkey that was covered in black smoke.

After walking up to the demon donkey, the monk fixed the donkey's hoof on a wooden stake, and then used the crescent-shaped tool to trim the donkey's hoof little by little.

Every time the knife scraped off the thin layer of hoof nails on the demon donkey's hoof, Song Yu would feel an indescribable sense of relief.

This feeling reaches its peak when the donkey's hooves are trimmed until they are flat and smooth.

At this moment, he no longer thought about studying. He threw all the books of sages and the Four Books and Five Classics behind his mind. The pressure that had been accumulating in his heart also poured out like water from a floodgate.

After watching this video, he immediately scrolled down to another video.

The next second, a cute little round face appeared on his screen. It was a monster he had never seen before.

It is less than the size of two fists, with a black and white body, a pink and tender nose, and short and sturdy limbs. When it crawls on the ground, it pupa after cricket pupa, and from time to time it makes bursts of heart-throbbing cute calls.

When Song Yu saw this video, his heart melted. He watched it several times before swiping away the video.

As expected, the next video still showed the adorable baby monster. He watched it for a full hour before putting his phone down. It wasn't because he was tired of watching it, but because it was almost time for morning class.

After simply washing his face, he prepared to go to the classroom. However, just as he was about to leave, hesitation appeared on his face.

"Should I bring my cell phone?"

"Forget it, just bring it with you. You don't have to brush it during morning class, but you can still brush it during breaks."

After comforting himself, he picked up his cell phone and books and quickly walked into the classroom.

Before he arrived, there were already quite a few Confucian scholars in the classroom studying the classics, nodding their heads very seriously.

In addition, there was an old scholar sitting on the podium, holding a book in his hand, with an infatuated expression, as if he was completely immersed in the world of the book.

Seeing this, Song Yu subconsciously took out the classics he was going to review today and prepared to recite them carefully. However, just as he took the books out of the bookcase, the mobile phone that had been placed in it caught his eye.

Looking at the phone screen, he suddenly felt a conflict between his conscience and his desires.

Reason told him that he should not indulge in material things and that reading was what he should do now. However, there was also another voice telling him that it was okay to just brush for a while and that even reading required a combination of work and rest.

After hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and took out his phone.

After confirming that no one around saw him, he quietly put his phone into the book, then held the book high, unlocked his phone and opened Douyin.

As soon as it was opened, a small cute animal appeared on the screen.

Looking at the cute beast on the screen, an unconscious smile appeared on his face.

Just at this moment, the old scholar on the podium also glanced at him. After seeing Song Yu's smiling face, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

"As expected of Nandou Academy's most gifted student in the past hundred years, he can read the Analects with such gusto. I'm sure he must have grasped the teachings of the sages from them. I can't help but be delighted. This young man is teachable, this young man is teachable."

After saying this, the old scholar buried his head in his books again.

At the same time, Lin Ye, who was far away in the Ghost King Sect, also woke up from his soft and fragrant bed.

Although he theoretically did not need to sleep as he had reached the Mahayana stage, he still could not change the habits brought over from his previous life.

The first thing he did after waking up was to pick up his phone from next to his pillow. Before he even opened Douyin, he received dozens of private messages from Bai Qingxuan.

After a quick glance, he found the background management program. As the Douyin publisher in this world, he had the highest background authority and could see all background data.

What he is most curious about now is how many registered users Douyin has after a day and a night.

But when he clicked on the background data, the data that appeared in front of him immediately scared him.

238654.

In the short time he was stunned, the number continued to rise by dozens.

"Wow, it's so fast! In just one day and one night, the number of users has reached over 23, and is approaching 24 soon."

"Including the 200,000 phones I delivered to Ghost God of Wealth last night, there are only about 300,000 phones in the entire Tianyuan Continent right now. Does that mean we sold over 100,000 more phones in less than this morning?"

"It seems I underestimated the allure of mobile phones to monks."

As he spoke, he looked at the second data, the number of works. At first glance, he almost suspected that he had seen it wrong.

5,867,489 items.

"What the hell, over 500 million works suddenly popped up. I have to be mistaken. What did those people shoot?"

"Over 20 users, over 500 million videos, an average of 25 videos per person? That's impossible."

"No, I have to see what these people have filmed."

With a hint of curiosity, he immediately exited the backend and casually browsed the homepage.

The first thing you see are some videos shot by the disciples of the eight major sects of the Demon Sect, including music and dance and borderline videos shot by the disciples of the Cha Nu Sect, cute animal videos shot by the Beast Spirit Sect, and so on.

Then there are some videos shot by ordinary monks. Some of these videos are only a few seconds long, while some are several minutes long.

Most of the video contents are very simple, basically at the level of a rural grandmother, or they are taking selfies with their own faces, adding all kinds of funny special effects in the process.

Or they would record some trivial matters, such as cultivation and traveling.

Lin Ye randomly clicked on the homepage of a user named Huolong Zhenren, and was surprised to find that this guy had shot hundreds of videos, each of which was shot with the beauty filter turned to the maximum, and then some very rustic special effects were added to the face.

"Wow, I was wondering why the number of works increased so quickly. So this is what's going on."

"No, we can't keep going like this. If that happens, these people will lower the overall quality of the video."

"We need to encourage them to produce more high-quality works."

Thinking of this, a perfect plan immediately popped up in Lin Ye's mind.

Half an hour later, he transformed his training room into a live broadcast room, and put on a mask with a musical note pattern on his face.

At the same time, all Douyin users received a private message from the official, and the title of the private message was called Creation Incentive Plan.