psychic university

In a small town in the north, there are bursts of cicadas in summer.Yuan Shu knelt in front of the Patriarch of Sanqing, fiddled with his mobile phone, and kept saying: "Bless the Patriarch, please don't fail the exam again! If you fail the exam again, the master will not be able to afford my education..."

However, after swiping the website on the screen of the mobile phone over and over again, it kept showing "the network is busy".

Wechat messages flashed non-stop, all asking him about his situation.Yuan Shu pouted, he repeated his studies for three years, and some of his former classmates are about to graduate from college now, but he is still struggling in his third year of high school.In the past few years of re-studying, three class groups have been added, and the students in each class are most concerned about him. On the night of the results, the messages of each group showed 99 plus.Yuan Shu even suspected that it was because of the influx of news that he blocked his grade checking network.

Tired.

Holding the mobile phone and clasping hands together, thinking of kowtowing to the patriarch before the results are checked out, there was a gloating smile from outside the door: "Yuan Shu, don't say goodbye, the patriarch's eyes are closed, just stop for a while Bar."

Yuan Shu was taken aback.

Looking up, I saw the patriarch who always had sharp eyes, but he really closed his eyes.

That funny look is like setting two Maitreya Buddha eyeballs for Guan Erye: My eyes are written with love and peace, and my heart has already started a fire, and I will show you the next second.

Yuan Shu: ...

No, you pretended to be asleep but adjusted your facial expression?

Turning around, I saw a Taoist priest in cassock stepping across the threshold, walking towards him with graceful steps.

It was his master, the Taoist priest of Changqing.

Yuan Shu was brought up by Changqing in a Taoist temple since he had overcome his parents since he was a child.Strange to say, the family, which has always been plagued by catastrophes and minor disasters, has instantly become the emperor of Europe since he entered the temple.Everything went smoothly, and there was nothing unsatisfactory.Yuan Shu was so frightened that he didn't dare to go home all year round. He just watched his master tend the flowers and plants, drink tea and enjoy incense, and by the way... accept the "offering" from his parents.

In fact, Yuan Shu has no pursuits in this life, and even thinks that it is okay to spend his whole life in Guanli, but he feels that he will be uneducated if he does not go to university, so he repeats it over and over again.

"Master, you are here! Is it because we are too biased that I can't get my grades." Yuan Shu said, stood up, and showed Changqing the phone, feeling a little aggrieved.

Changqing didn't even look at it, went straight to the table, lit three sticks of incense and put it on: "Master Patriarch, please don't keep your ears open to what's going on outside the window, Yuan Shu is covered by a disciple, quickly open your eyes, It's ugly."

After speaking, he bowed towards the statue.

As soon as the words fell, the patriarch really opened his eyes slowly, as if the movement was not loud enough, the moment his eyelids opened, there was a rumbling sound.

Yuan Shu: ...

Don't talk, he wants to point the middle finger :)

Changqing was used to this, clicked his tongue, turned around and handed Yuan Shu an envelope.

Yuan Shu took a closer look, there was also written on it: Invited by Yuan Shu.

No address, no postmark, just like a fake.

After tearing open the envelope, I saw a beautiful university admission letter.

On the vermilion cover, the words "Psychic University" are written in bronzing characters, and there are simple gold-inlaid patterns around it. At the bottom, there is a lifelike printed painting of a crane, which is spreading its wings, as if it will fly from the page in the next second. out.

Opened, printed in black on a white background:

Dear student Yuan Shu,

Hello, congratulations on your admission to the Psychic University. Please come to the school from September 2018st to September 9th, 1 for the relevant admission procedures. We hereby inform you!

Holding the notice in his hand, Yuan Shu sniffed and cried, "Well, it's so real...Master, are you giving me this thing to make me happy because I can't go to school in my life?" of!"

Changqing nodded again and again, his skin trembling with laughter: "Yes, yes, yes, I will get you a fake notice to make you happy, ass!"

Then he slapped Yuan Shu on the head with a slap, and his emotions changed as quickly as his face: "Why don't you just say that your master is sick? This is because your master had a fight with the old Taoist of J city, so you asked for it! Take it back Make a good offering, and if you lose it, give me your life in exchange!"

Yuan Shu covered his head, his face full of surprise: "Is this true? There really is a psychic university?" When did psychics engage in this kind of centralized talent training?

Changqing: "Nonsense, your master came out of this school and was assigned a job by the way. Allow others to concentrate on cultivating high-tech talents, and we are not allowed to cultivate successors of psychic mediums? Isn't this a dictatorship?"

Yuan Shu: "Master, it turns out that you are from a regular class, not crooked."

Changqing: ...

So, he has raised his apprentice for twenty years, and always thought he was a crook?

Until he got on the train with the notice, Yuan Shu was still in a daze.

I read the above address carefully several times, and searched the map several times, but I couldn't find out where the so-called psychic university was.

Although my master swears that this place is right.But Yuan Shu couldn't help feeling uneasy, and secretly called Master with a mournful face: "Master, does this place really exist? Could it be that they moved the place and didn't tell you? Look, you are so old. It’s been decades since I graduated, what if the school moves. Besides, I can’t even find this address on the map.”

Immediately, Changqing's broken gong voice came from the other end of the receiver, and he wished he could travel hundreds of miles along the receiver.

"This school has not been moved for thousands of years, how could it be moved in just a few decades! You still search on the map? If you can find it, Master calls you Master!"

Yuan Shu: ...

"But master, how can I get there? If you don't know the way, tell me the route." I was really about to cry, and the master was too unreliable, so I just stuffed him into the train without buying anything. Forget it, I didn't even ask him the route clearly.

Moreover, many college students returning to school on the train were dragging their luggage and carrying bags, but he was the only one with empty hands and just carried a schoolbag on his back, just like traveling.

Changqing on the other end of the phone was also a little confused by the question, and it took a long time to calm down, and he also spoke surprisingly: "This... I really didn't know, at that time, there was a crane leading me there. If it is high, just lift the luck charm directly, and have never used transportation.”

Yuan Shu: "Master, how long ago did you enter school?" Why are there still cranes?

Changqing: "It was 700 years ago."

Yuan Shu:! ! !

700 years!

Turning his head to look at the passengers sitting beside him, he turned his back and lowered his voice: "Master, you have lived for such a long time! Has no one ever doubted you? You haven't ascended for so many years, is it because you are not talented enough?" Master has changed in the past 20 years It's really not big, but he never thought about becoming a spirit, he thought it was because he took good care of it.

The master on the other end of the phone was furious: "Do you think it's so easy to become an immortal? If that's the case, the streets will be full of immortals, like picking cabbage! The thousand-year-old old monsters in your school haven't ascended. No talent! Master is much more talented than you! After so many years, I haven’t even learned a single mantra!”

Yuan Shu: ...

Suddenly remembered that when he was a child, Chang Qing took him to read seven or eight words to the air.So at that time, were you chanting a mantra?

He was really going to cry now, he always thought that the thing was just a casual recitation, just for a psychological effect.So... Is it just that he is too stupid!

"Master, I, I'm so dull, you still let me go to school, why are you at ease?" He suddenly wanted to go back and repeat.

Changqing smacked his lips: "Anyway, they have no talent, so it's better to go through the back door, at least there is a place to hang out."

Yuan Shu hung up the phone directly.

After living for so many years, I suddenly realized that I am a waste :)

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Yuan Shu: Master, be yourself!