Bamboo Slips Heavenly Book

  "This is the place where Lao Zu lectured on scriptures, and it's said that over 2,000 years ago, Wang Chan Lao Zu, also known as Guiguzi, taught and enlightened his students here, cultivating disciples like Pang Juan, Sun Bin, Su Qin, and Zhang Yi who would go on to become famous throughout history!"

  In a cave of about 400 square meters in Yunmeng Mountain, a national 4A-level tourist attraction, a female tour guide is introducing five statues sitting cross-legged inside the cave to a group of more than thirty tourists with a clear and crisp voice.

  It's the National Day Golden Week, and there are already over 200 people inside the scripture cave, making it somewhat crowded and noisy, which also forces the tour guide to raise his voice.

  "In front of everyone, the five statues, the one sitting in the middle is the historically famous Guiguzi. The four on either side facing him are his most renowned disciples. Guiguzi's surname was Wang, and his name was Xuan, also known as Wang Chan. He was one of the pre-Qin masters and a polymath. Legend has it that he was well-versed in military strategy, could control yin and yang, had the ability to communicate with heaven and earth, and was knowledgeable about various schools of thought, beyond what ordinary people could achieve."

  Standing at the back of the tour group listening to the guide's introduction were two young men, probably in their early twenties, with slightly immature faces that made it clear they were still students who had not yet entered society.

  "This is incredible! The ancients were truly awesome! They mastered the art of war, grasped the principles of yin and yang, and knew everything under the sun? I feel that Guiguzi was almost as powerful as a goddess! I'm telling you, Lao San, if you had even half the awesomeness of those little ghosts, you wouldn't have been rejected by Mo Xiaoyao after confessing your love!"

  The young man speaking is named Huo Guangbo, a student in the Department of History at National WH University's College of Liberal Arts. The "Old Three" he mentioned refers to the young man behind him, who is his roommate and brother Wang Zhengyu.

  Wang Zhengyu gave a cold glance and turned his head to He Guangbo, who was making faces at him. In a low, annoyed tone, he replied: "I'm telling you, boss, that's enough! Are you really here with me on National Day to clear my mind? You've already mentioned Mo Xiaoyao's name twenty-eight times along the way! Reminding me of my recent confession failure is twice as many times as mentioning her name! Didn't you promise that after this trip with you, I'd be able to forget Mo Xiaoyao's name when we get back?"

  Wang Zhengyu was very depressed. As the two conversations said, Wang Zhengyu had just confessed to a schoolgirl he had secretly loved for a year before National Day, and was directly rejected by the girl.

  If that was all, Wang Zhengyu was pulled away by two roommates in the dormitory to drink five bottles of beer before confessing, under the guise of "gaining courage". After drinking, his courage was indeed sufficient, which directly led to Wang's confession being too grandiose, so grandiose that it startled all the girls who had not gone out in the entire second female dormitory.

  But after finally getting the girl he secretly liked and her entire dormitory to come down, he only received a subtle sentence from the girl, "Sorry, you're great, just not suitable for me!"

  It's actually nothing much, Wang Zhengyu's heart is not so fragile that it can't withstand the blow of being rejected and having a "good person" card played on him.

  What really struck Wang Zhengyu was the girl's dormitory sister's contemptuous gaze in front of everyone when she left, and a sentence that cut deep. "Wang classmate, these days men with money and face are gods; those with money but no face can be taken as husbands, those without money but with face can still be blue colors, as for those without money or face, sorry, they can only be good people! Moreover, your grades are so bad, didn't you fail three subjects last year? With you like this, do you still want to pursue our Mo? Go home and take a look!"

  Words fell on deaf ears, and Wang Zhengyu was powerless to refute them. They were all classmates who knew each other's strengths and weaknesses, and Wang Zhengyu was very clear in his heart that although he didn't look absolutely ugly, he wasn't particularly handsome either. As for money, as a student from an ordinary working-class family, Zhengyu could at most be considered financially secure.

  As for academic performance, as a new era youth who has devoted most of his energy to the Internet, in the first year, seven subjects were taken and only three were dropped, which proved that Wang's brain was quite useful.

  Moreover, Wang Zhengyu never liked history. If it weren't for his father who had a bit of literary idealism and insisted on him taking the arts stream in high school, he would definitely be studying hard in his beloved computer science department now.

  So Wang Zhengyu's first confession in his life was indeed very embarrassing, and what's even more embarrassing is that three days have passed and he still has to be constantly nagged by this cheap person in front of him.

  "Haha!" Huo Guangbo chuckled twice, continuing to wink at Wang Zhengyu and say: "Alright, look at that wronged little wife's expression! I call this stimulation therapy, get it? Life is just one ups and downs after another, right? You have to hit rock bottom before you can bounce back up! Maybe with a stimulus like me, you'll find a sustainable development path for your DIAO silk counterattack!"

  After finishing, Huo Guangbo paused for a moment and added: "Although it's impossible for you to become a male god in this life, from now on, study hard, strive upwards every day, earn a lot of money, and let beautiful women line up to call you husband, maybe there is still great hope!"

  "Alright, let's have fun and make the most of it!"

  Wang Zhengyu was too lazy to bother with the annoying friend in front of him, and he rolled his eyes at Huo Guangbo before shifting his gaze to the tour guide who was introducing the scenery.

  “…It is said that Guiguzi's master, before he ascended to heaven, left him a heavenly book. When Guiguzi opened it during the day, there were no words on it, but at night, by the light of the candles, golden characters appeared on the bamboo slips. What was even more amazing was that every time he opened the book, the articles written in it were all different. The first night, the heavenly book talked about the art of war, the second night it began to talk about military strategy, the third night it became a book on how to get rich, and the fourth night it was a study of yin and yang…”

  The tour guide finished his introduction and led the group of travelers to start moving along the statue, preparing to leave the scenic spot.

  Wang Zhengyu, who was at the back of the tour group, followed behind He Jianqiang and slowly approached the statue. When Wang Zhengyu walked to a position about three meters away from the statue, he suddenly felt dizzy, and his gaze, which had been fixed on the Guigu Zis statue, involuntarily fell onto the black-and-white yin-yang symbol below the statue.

  Time seemed to have suddenly stopped at this moment, and the noise that was just deafening had also suddenly disappeared. At this time, the yin-yang symbol in Wang Zhengyu's eyes seemed to be rotating.

  No, it wasn't just spinning, in his eyes, the yin-yang symbol seemed to be flying rapidly towards him, so fast that he didn't even have time to react, Wang Zhengyu only felt a sudden severe pain in his brow, as if something had drilled into his brain, and then everything went dark before he fainted.

  Just before losing consciousness, Wang Zhengyu seemed to hear a burst of exclamations around him. Then someone's loud shout made him tremble and he weakly raised his middle finger. "Damn it, Old Three, what the hell are you doing? For a woman, is it worth it?"

  However, these small details were apparently unnoticed by anyone, and no one noticed a flash of white light that flashed from the yin-yang symbol on the stone platform and entered the spot where Wang Zhengyu's eyebrow was hit.

  ……

  "Where is this?" As Wang Zhengyu slowly regained consciousness, he found himself in a place that seemed to be an ancient cave. Next to him was a stone bed, but he was sitting on the cold floor with his legs straight out, which was uneven and made his butt hurt. In front of him was a stone table with an ancient bronze oil lamp on it, emitting dim light.

  "This is your domain, I created it!" The sudden voice from his hands startled Wang Zhengyu, and he looked around in shock. Only then did he see that his hands were holding a bundle of bamboo slips, and what was even more bizarre was that this thick bundle of bamboo slips didn't have any weight at all.

  Wang Zhengyu felt that nothing in his life had been as bizarre as what was happening today. Under normal circumstances, he should be happily touring Yunmeng Mountain with his own brothers now, so how did he inexplicably end up in this eerie and terrifying place?

  What's even more terrifying is that the bamboo scroll in his hand not only has no weight, but it can also talk to him, and what's more, it's in classical Chinese! Can his life still have some aesthetic appeal?

  "What are you?" Wang Zhengyu asked with a trembling heart.

  "Huh? Me? I am the Heavenly Book, and you don't even know?" The bamboo slip in his hand seemed to be more perplexed than Wang Zhengyu.

  Wang Zhengyu thought he was really seeing a ghost, what on earth did this half-black and white thing say?

  "Heavenly Book? What Heavenly Book? Wait, Cloud Dream Mountain? Guigu Zǐ? Heavenly Book?" Wang Zhengyu suddenly reacted and looked around the surroundings before asking in confusion, "Don't tell me you're that legendary book that Guigu Zǐ read over 2,000 years ago? And can you speak human language?"

  A moment of silence.

  After a while, Zhu Jian's response finally returned to normal, but his tone also became increasingly strange: "Two thousand years ago I slept for over two thousand years? Alright, let me think about it. This is what I'll do - I'll go into your brain to understand the current state of Earth's development!"

  "Get out of my head? I warn you, don't mess around, this is a society governed by law, messing around will result in legal consequences!"

  The bamboo slip obviously scared the timid young man, Wang Zhengyu spoke incoherently and casually threw away the bamboo slip. "Don't worry, I'm just scanning your memory quickly! And besides, you're already in your own cognitive sea, it's no big deal! Just cooperate well, and I'll give you a reward afterwards!"

  The voice of the heavenly book is like a creepy uncle who is extremely seductive to Lolita.

  "No! I have many brothers, believe it or not...” Wang Zhengyu's words were cut off as he suddenly found himself unable to control his own body. He was lifted up by an invisible force and pressed against the uneven wall.

  Then, the bamboo slips flew into the air, a golden light shot directly at Wang Xiaquan's brow, and after a convulsion like being electrocuted, Wang Zhengyu once again shamefully lost consciousness.

  In his daze, he seemed to hear a voice that couldn't stop exclaiming in surprise.

  "Huh? The times have changed, the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the Renaissance, the Industrial Revolution?"

  "Wow, such a primitive civilization has only developed for over two thousand years and yet it has already invented cars and airplanes."

  "Wow! Even aircraft and artificial satellites have been developed!"

  "What? This era has actually achieved primary mechanical intelligence, creating a basic plane internet? And smartphones? Haha, I'm free, finally can be unrestricted from being confined to one person's body!"

  "What the...! Are you kidding me, nuclear weapons!!!"