Chapter 41: Wen Fuzi Spits Blood

  Lin Bei did not expect that his words would thoroughly anger Bian Fuzi, just like a small universe exploding.

  A summer insect cannot discuss ice, meaning that one cannot talk about winter's ice with a creature that only grows in the summer. This idiom describes how people's understanding is limited by their time and circumstances, and also describes how people's understanding is shallow and they do not comprehend great principles. This phrase originated from Zhuangzi and has been widely circulated for a long time. Jiulang may not know this phrase, but Bian Fuzi definitely understands it.

  Good heavens! A monstrous snake actually dares to say that he is short-sighted and doesn't understand the great truth, and even scolds him for being muddled and confused. How can Bo Yu tolerate this? When a person is angry, many times other emotions will not be present, such as fear.

  "A monster snake, thinking it has learned a few classic poems from us humans, is now spouting nonsense there. You should know that monsters and humans are different, but you insist on interfering in human affairs, definitely with ulterior motives..."

  Lin Bei rolled her eyes and thought about explaining, but then she said, "So you're saying that you've seen a demon before?"

  Bo Shu's eyes widened in surprise, but he slowly shook his head. He really hadn't seen it before, and the Lin Bei in front of him was a first.

  "How did you know about the different paths of demons and humans? Isn't it laughable? The genuine demon standing in front of you is telling you that demons and humans are originally one entity. Do you know Nüwa? Human head, snake body, is a demon, yet can create humans. Yandi Shenlong, human face, dragon appearance, is also a demon, yet can be the heavenly son of the human tribe. Huangdi Fuxi, also human head, snake body, naturally is a demon, yet is the first of the Three Sovereigns. You humans are all descendants of us demons, and you still say that demons and humans have different paths."

  This myth has been passed down in Huaxia since the beginning of human history, and it can be imagined that it will continue to be passed down forever. Although it is a myth, there are still people who believe in it today, let alone in ancient times. Confucius, although revered as a sage by Confucian scholars, is far inferior compared to these few figures. The image of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors is indeed, as Lin Bei said, that of a demon. When tracing back to its origin, Bian Fuzi was left speechless, because these myths have already shown that humans and demons are not separate, but rather closely intertwined.

  Seeing Ban Fu Zi speechless, Lin Bei felt extremely pleased in his heart. "Brother is more knowledgeable than you by several thousand years. Although ancient texts can't be used to argue with you, but this kind of thing can make you so confused that your legs become weak."

  Lin Bei added more strength: "You read the books of saints, do righteous deeds, learn moral words, so you want to be a noble person. This kind of thing is up to your conscience, isn't it wrong? Many people are misleading you humans, so that between humans and demons has become what it is now. It's time for you to face reality, if you still say that humans and demons are different, then we don't need to talk about it anymore."

  Mr. Bian suddenly wanted to go back and flip through the bamboo slips, so that he could refute the heretical arguments of the monster in front of him, but unfortunately, this was just a thought. Moreover, he also vaguely felt that what Lin Bei said was true. Thinking again, could it be that he too was about to be bewitched by this monster? Mr. Bian's heart was truly filled with all sorts of flavors, his face turned pale and white, then suddenly flushed red, his mouth opened wide, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and he fell backwards.

  Lin Beidou was suddenly frightened and vomited blood?

  Earlier, Lin Bei watched the movie "Tang Bohu Points Autumn Fragrance" and found it hilarious when Tang Bohu's couplets made Lin Bei laugh so hard he spat out blood. Then, he saw Zhou Yu being infuriated to death by Zhuge Liang in the Three Kingdoms era and thought that ancient people had small hearts. Now, this scene was unfolding right before his eyes, and Lin Bei couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - should he be proud of this?

  "Master Bo! Master Bo!!" Jiulang was also startled, and he quickly supported Bo with one hand. However, Bo's face was as pale as gold paper, his breathing was weak, and his eyebrows were still tightly furrowed. Jiulang was frightened out of his wits: "Sir, what's wrong with Master Bo?"

  Lin Bei glanced at him and thought to herself, "I have no way of communicating with you. The reason is that you didn't study well and can't recognize the characters I write, so don't ask me."

  Although the result was a bit disappointing, Lin Bei's heart was actually quite happy because he could finally communicate with people completely. This feeling is great, after all, one must interact with others to make life complete.

  "What's going on now?" Jiulang was already at his wit's end and could only look at Lin Bei with reverence, hoping he would come up with a solution.

  Just now, Lin Bei and Ban Fu Zi's conversation was all heard by Jiulang, of course, he didn't know what Lin Bei said, but that doesn't matter. In the end, when Ban Fu Zi spat blood, Jiulang thought it had nothing to do with the adults, but rather Ban Fu Zi himself being unreasonable. If Ban Fu Zi knew, he would definitely spit another mouthful of blood. Indeed, monsters are good at confusing people's minds.

  Lin Bei thought for a moment and decided not to let Wen Fu Zi go back yet, because he didn't know if Wen Fu Zi could understand. Although Lin Bei didn't mind others knowing about his existence, it would be somewhat uncomfortable if a scholar like him held an opposing view. Moreover, Jiulang bringing Wen Fu Zi out must have some consequences, so for now, let's just bring Wen Fu Zi back to Longtan first.

  After thinking about it, Lin Bei nodded at Jiulang and then rolled up Ban Fu Zi, heading towards the forest.

  "Is it for Master Fu's illness?" Jiulang asked.

  That's right, Lin Bei silently gave Jiulang thirty-two likes.

  Back in Longtan, Hu Tou had already seen Lin Bei and his group from afar and hurriedly came to greet them. After seeing Ban Fu Zi wrapped around Lin Bei's tail, he suddenly exclaimed: "What happened to Master?"

  Jiulang said dejectedly: "Master seems to have been angered by the adults until he vomited blood."

  His eyes were wide with fear and he spat blood. The adults are so formidable.

  Lin Bei put Wen Fu Zi on the bed in the house, exchanged a look with Jiu Lang and Hu Tou, then went out to find some herbal medicine for Wen Fu Zi. After Lin Bei left, Hu Tou asked Jiu Lang and learned that Lin Bei had actually made Wen Fu Zi spit blood just by writing words, and suddenly became even more reverent, feeling that the master was truly a magical being with boundless powers.