At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Ji drove the car he bought and appeared at the gate of his alma mater, Tancheng No. 3 Middle School.

To be honest, Tancheng No. 3 Middle School is just a very ordinary high school in Tancheng City.

The teaching staff is average, the student pool is average, and the teaching quality is naturally average.

The infrastructure, of course, is not much better.

Xu Ji remembered that when he was in school here, every winter, he would stamp his feet from the cold while sitting in the classroom.

The bed in the dormitory is just an iron frame with a wooden board on top.

The water in the faucet always smells like rust.

The students didn't dare to drink at all, and they didn't even dare to use dishes and chopsticks.

In the food in the cafeteria, the rice is always half-cooked, and the meat and vegetables are always either too salty or too bland.

My family is in good condition, so I never eat in the cafeteria.

Instead, he went to the restaurant owned by the canteen owner to order food.

Xu Ji is one of them.

With such conditions, Tancheng No. 3 Middle School will certainly not be able to attract any outstanding teachers or students.

The enrollment rate is naturally appalling.

The number of students admitted each year has never exceeded twenty.

As for famous schools?

If you can produce one a year, it is already a high-profile event.

Poor students like Xu Ji, who passed the No. 3 exam, are the main theme of No. 3 middle school students.

In the parking lot, park your car.

Xu Ji looked up at the familiar school gate and smiled softly: "It's still the same!"

The school gate is still rusty, and even the guard in the security room still looks the same familiar figure, just a little older.

But at the school gate, a banner has been put up.

“Warmly welcome Mr. Xu Ji, a well-known alumnus of our school, back to school!”

Xu Ji looked at it and smiled, feeling a little happy in his heart.

"Sure enough!" He thought in his heart: "I am still a mortal!"

Wealth and honor do not return home, but they walk at night like fine clothes!

Even now, even Xu Ji is not exempt from the vulgarity.

Pretending to be X is a widespread need of human beings.

Just like, the same basic needs as respect.

He strode up to the school gate and knocked on the guardroom window: "Uncle Lin, long time no see!" Xu Ji smiled, showing his neat white teeth.

The old guard, whose hair was frosty white, raised his head, looked at Xu Ji, and rubbed his eyes carefully.

The young man in front of me is clean, sunny and warm.

Looking at him, the old guard was inexplicably reminded of the morning sunshine.

Vibrant and bright.

"You are?" He wondered.

"I'm Xu Ji!" Xu Ji said with a smile: "Uncle Lin, have you forgotten? Back then, when I skipped class, you caught me!"

The old guard stood up immediately and wiped his hands.

The shadow of the boy who skipped classes in his memory overlapped with the shadow of the young man in front of him who seemed to be bathed in sunshine, like the spring sun.

"Xu Ji..."

"Mr. Xu...that's not right...that's not right..."

"Leader Xu!" The old guard was a little excited.

Something happened to a big shot in No. 3, and it bombarded the entire school for more than ten days.

People from the Education Bureau, the district, the city and even the province came to No. 3 Middle School to investigate.

Both inside and outside the words mentioned a student who graduated from No. 3 Middle School.

Xu Ji.

As a result, the young man who had been forgotten by many people returned to people's attention.

His memory has been continuously strengthened and beautified amidst waves of concern and inquiries from visitors.

Skipping class?

How can it be called skipping class?

It is obvious that during school, he actively participated in social activities independently, did not stick to the textbooks, and jumped out of the textbooks!

Poor academic performance?

How can you say that the performance of outstanding alumni is poor?

No one would be stupid enough to explore such a thing.

Instead, I keep looking for all kinds of shining points.

What about being polite, good at communicating, and kind-hearted...

In short, the god-making movement had quietly begun in Sanzhong.

From the principal to the janitor and the aunt who works in the cafeteria, everyone is consciously participating in it and constantly expanding the content.

Of course there are benefits!

Xu Ji's former class teacher was promoted to the teaching director in just a few days, and even registered with the city bureau.

All teachers, without exception, have been promoted to professional titles.

Even those who have only given classes have solved the problem of staffing!

In the face of the real and tangible benefits, the entire three schools now just want to praise this 'famous alumnus'.

What's more, this 'famous alumnus' is also a philanthropic boy!

One donation is a small goal!

Financial allocation for several years in the top three!

Of course the old guard was excited.

"Boss, welcome! Welcome home!" He immediately opened the door and picked up the phone: "Principal Wang, Leader Xu is back!"

Suddenly, the whole Sanzhong was boiling.

…

Leader Tongtian returned to Biyou Palace.

A golden lotus bloomed from the surface of Biyou Palace, and a shadow of the Buddha sat on the golden lotus.

"Amitabha!" The Buddha said with a lotus flower in his mouth, bowed his head and said, "I have seen my fellow Taoist!"

The leader of the Tongtian cult laughed when he saw it, returned the salute, and said: "Mercy! Mercy! If Amitabha Buddha is not sitting in the central world, why did he come to Pindao Dojo?"

The one who comes is the Buddhist body cut out by the leader of the Western religion to guide the Taoist. It is also the body of cause and effect that guides the saint to achieve enlightenment: Amitabha!

And it is the true form of Amitabha Buddha!

That phantom is not a phantom, but a real thing!

This is the result of the great aspirations of the Western saints.

The great wish that the Taoist Master made in the past years for enlightenment is not fulfilled, and Amitabha Buddha will no longer be true.

The Taoist body of a saint will always be flawed.

Therefore, it is reasonable for Western religion to be regarded as a "side sect" by Taoism.

A sage, who has mastered the principles of harmony, generates yin and yang on his own, is true and not empty, opens up the void, entrusts the path and fruit, performs the cycle of the five elements, and generates the universe and the eight trigrams.

But the saints in the West are not like this.

Just like the Amitabha Buddha in front of me.

He is not real!

Just false!

As long as his ambition is not fulfilled.

Then, this Amitabha Buddha will always be the Amitabha Buddha in the mouths of Buddhist disciples and the Buddha in the scriptures.

He can only appear in the three realms, and cannot even set foot in the three realms.
To be continued...