this day.

In the three-star cave of the oblique moon, under the platform made of beautiful jade, the disciples of the Bodhi Patriarch are taking their morning classes.

There is a wing room in the corridor in front of the hall.

Zhan Wuzha fiddled with a hand-cranked generator in front of the table, sighing in his heart, but he was wondering when the Bodhi Patriarch would be out of the customs, otherwise he would have to take out electronic products such as cameras and computers next time to give a lecture.

"Wuzha, what is this?"

Sun Wukong was dressed in a brown robe with venom bracers, with a clairvoyant and a magnifying glass hanging from his waist, and his eyes looked at the strange objects on the table.

"Generator, as long as you turn that rocker, there will be an electric current in those two copper wires."

Hearing this, Zhan Wuzha said something briefly, and once again sorted out the many principles of hand-cranked generator power generation in his mind, as for how to make the senior brothers of Fang Cunshan understand what cutting magnetic inductance lines is, they can only follow fate.

"My grandson try."

Sun Wukong was curious, got the signal, took the hand-cranked generator, grabbed the rocker with one hand, grabbed the two copper wires with the other, and began to turn the rocker.

"Don't break it, I'll have to give a lecture later."

Zhan Wuzha watched the monkey use the hand-cranked generator, and shook his head helplessly, since he started to teach scientific knowledge in the morning class, the senior brothers also started to talk about the way they had learned, which allowed him to obtain the true way passed on by the Bodhi Patriarch to the senior brothers.

Although they are all side doors, they have also benefited him a lot, and Sun Wukong has also benefited from them, otherwise I am afraid that he can only learn to practice calligraphy and wait for the ancestors to preach.

If it was the Bodhi Patriarch preaching, Sun Wukong would only choose the method of learning immortality, and the others would not be in sight, but now he has obtained the way learned by the senior brothers in the morning class, which is an additional harvest.

Because of this, Sun Wukong understands the truth, and admires the erudite Zhanwuzha more and more.

Zhan Wuzha suddenly recalled the thought that had flashed through his mind before, when he had planned to refine a magic weapon like a generator or an electric drill, or even a magic weapon like an artificial solar stabilization device.

However, the method of refining weapons that he learned in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, or the forging method he obtained from the Gray Blade Workshop in the Inuyasha plane, was too superficial to refine the imaginary magic weapon at all.

The next moment.

"Oh ho ho ho! It's so cool! ”

Sun Wukong laughed loudly, and quickly turned the joystick of the hand-cranked generator, and the current generated the hair all over his body and didn't care about it.

The other side.

The square in the three-star cave of the slanting moon is also under the high platform where the patriarch sat when he opened the avenue, and it is usually used as a small platform for the disciples to take morning classes.

"Senior Brother Wuzha estimated and took out new things, and I don't know where I learned them, it's really enviable."

"I feel more ...... than from my ancestors"

"Shut up, wouldn't you have mistaken Senior Brother Wuzha's learning of art."

"Thank you for mentioning it, my brother almost made a big mistake."

"In the future, you must be cautious in your words and deeds, remember, remember."

After a while.

At the small podium for morning classes.

"Senior Brother Wuzha, what kind of reason will you give us in this morning class?"

A tall and thin senior brother asked loudly, which attracted all the senior brothers to echo, and they all watched with great anticipation as Zhan Wuzha ascended to the small podium under the platform, while Sun Wukong sat down in the empty seat in the front row.

"Oh, today I'm going to talk about a hand-cranked generator."

Zhan Wuzha replied with a smile, lifted the hand-cranked generator in his hand, and sighed again, fortunately, he did not forget to collect and memorize the knowledge system of that plane in several planes, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with the strange problems of the senior brothers.

Just like the lecture after the introduction of the microscope, how to explain to these ancient brothers what cells are, it is really a lot of brain cells, and even the brothers will ask why they are called cells and why they are called genes.

As a last resort, I can only use words and bloodlines that are similar to genes to tell the story, so that the senior brothers, especially those who practice medicine, have more doubts, such as the similarities and differences between the demon bloodline and the human bloodline, or the similarities and differences between the dragon bloodline and the white crane bloodline.

Zhan Wuzha recalled this in his mind for a moment, came to the small podium, put the hand-cranked generator on the table, and began to introduce the functional effects of the physical hand-cranked generator, and explained the principle and the extended application of the generator.

After Zhan Wuzha's morning class for more than half a month, all the senior brothers knew that there were other questions and could ask questions after the lecture, so they all listened quietly.

Before you know it, it's been an hour later.

After a little more than half of the morning class, Zhan Wuzha began to explain the doubts of the senior brothers about the hand-cranked generator, and also explained the doubts of some senior brothers about the knowledge of the previous morning class.

Then.

Some senior brothers saw that Patriarch Bodhi was sitting on a high platform at some point, and bowed, "Master Wan'an." ”

When the rest of the senior brothers heard this, they looked at the balcony and bowed one after another: "Master Wanfu." ”

"Well, what are you talking about?"

Patriarch Bodhi nodded slightly, his face showed kindness, and he asked gently, his eyes swept over the group of disciples, and when he moved to Zhanwuzha and Sun Wukong, he paused.

"Master, this is the truth that Senior Brother Wuzha has been preaching in the morning class for most of the month, and with the permission of Senior Brother Wuzha, it has been recorded in a book, and it is all written in this book."

Senior Brother Yi stood up and said, respectfully holding a thick book in the palms of his hands.

"Oh, this thing!"

Patriarch Bodhi was surprised, a little moved, swept the dust, summoned the book, held it in his hand, checked the material of the book, flipped through it, and found that there was a page that told that the material of the book was paper.

A moment later.

"Great merit, this thing has great merit."

Patriarch Bodhi closed the book, stroked his beard and smiled, and after a while, he said: "I once saw someone in the Han Dynasty in Dongsheng Shenzhou who started the art of creating paper, but the paper was not so paper at all. ”

"Hui Master, this is the creation of Senior Brother Wuzha."

The first senior brother replied respectfully, obviously knowing the convenience of this paper and how great it played in the transmission of knowledge.

"Oh, Wuzha, let me ask you, what are you going to learn from me today?"

Patriarch Bodhi didn't ask Zhanwuzha where he learned it, but for Wuzha to talk about these truths, he already knew that Wuzha was not a broom self-cherishing person, and he recognized his mental nature, and directly asked him what he wanted to learn from himself.

In particular, although the Bodhi Patriarch said that the truth recorded in the book was not clear at first glance, after careful consideration, he thought that it was to study the knowledge of things to a very high level, and although it was a side door, he had the qualifications to start a sect.

"Huh?"

When Zhan Wuzha heard this, he was very surprised, and he didn't think about it, so he hurriedly said: "But with the teachings of the master, there is just some Taoism, and the disciple will learn." ”

What he said was that he continued to study the original Journey to the West during this time, and he knew the plot of Sun Wukong's apprenticeship in Fangcun Mountain by heart, and blurted out the words of Sun Wukong in the original book.

At this time, Sun Wukong, who was listening to it on the side, was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and he looked like he wanted to say goodbye.