Chapter 1620 - 295:

Mr. Luo: "Mr. Zhai, even if you retire, with your experience and understanding, you can still continue to shine. I don't believe you can really rest."

"See if you can go to the school and mentor some students."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Luo immediately looked at Xue Liangliang.

Currently, the graduates from Haihe University are basically guaranteed job placements. Whoever holds the authority over placements has higher influence within the school, and now Xue Liangliang truly has it.

Xue Liangliang understood and directly gave an invitation: "Mr. Zhai, if you don't mind, you could come to Haihe University as an honorary professor, teach some classes to the students, and broaden their horizons."

Mr. Zhai's face showed some interest, but he didn't rush to agree.

Xue Liangliang continued: "Xiao Yuan is also studying there."

Mr. Zhai smiled and said: "Alright, once I hand over my current tasks, I can go spend some time in Jinling, Jinling's charm nourishes people."

Xue Liangliang had long noticed Mr. Zhai's fondness for Xiao Yuan. After all, it seems no teacher would dislike a student like Xiao Yuan.

However, Xue Liangliang didn't tell Mr. Zhai that Xiao Yuan is hardly at the university now; he'll wait until he successfully persuades him to come over first.

Mr. Zhai unfolded the report once again and continued reading.

Seeing the teacups empty, Xue Liangliang was ready to pour tea for the two teachers.

As soon as he stood up, Mr. Zhai closed the report and slightly leaned back in his chair.

Xue Liangliang joked: "You look like I'm about to snatch something from your hands."

Mr. Zhai picked up his teacup, took a sip, and laughed. He himself found it quite inexplicable, because he truly felt that way inside.

At this moment, Zheng Hua came running in, didn't notice the people sitting in the corner downstairs, first ran upstairs, and then came back down to inquire the service staff, only then noticing the teachers' location.

Zheng Hua: "Teacher, Mr. Luo, they're here."

Mr. Luo and Mr. Zhai both stood up, tidied their clothes briefly, and went outside to meet them.

Although the meeting time was set in advance, most people arrived early, and once the genuinely important figures were all present, the meeting could start at any time.

The TV station staff had already set up the equipment in the conference hall, and even intentionally assigned a team to film at the entrance of the hostel.

The morning sun had already risen; in Fengdu, half of it was shrouded in fog while the other half was clear and cloudless.

After a series of handshakes and greetings, Mr. Luo and Mr. Zhai, one on the left and one on the right, each led several people while being surrounded by a group, heading towards the grand hall.

As they were walking, Mr. Zhai suddenly stopped, causing the group on his side to halt as well.

Everyone first looked at Mr. Zhai and found him looking up at the sky.

Above, a rainbow was hanging, very beautiful.

...

The last round of benefits missed him, and Li Zhiyuan didn't mind.

What he couldn't understand was why he was still breathing in reality.

The boy didn't know why he could endure so much.

This lingering on the edge of life brought its own troubles, as Li Zhiyuan occasionally switched to his semi-dead state.

Each time he "returned" to Ghost Street, the feeling of his whole body being like semi-melted ice cream was truly tormenting.

The Buddhist chant grew louder and louder.

The procession carrying a white dog and a Buddha statue was steadily approaching.

Whether it was the Arhats carrying the sedan or the monks leading the way, each was solemn in their Dharma image, dignified and exquisite.

Layer upon layer of Buddha's Light illuminated the entire Ghost Street from bottom to top.

But it did not act upon the cloud at the top, only illuminating themselves.

The doors and windows of the shops on both sides of Ghost Street gradually opened, revealing Buddha Shadows within.

This feeling was like moving all the Buddha statues of a great temple to Ghost Street for an exhibition.

The procession advanced to Li Zhiyuan's position.

The monks had a fragrance about them, which should have been refreshing and pleasant to smell, but there were actually too many of them, making the scent too overwhelming and turned into a smoke-filled scene.

Li Zhiyuan was already exhaling more than inhaling, and with this scent rushing him, he began to breathe erratically, bouncing back and forth between the yellow river underneath the truck and the reality of Ghost Street.

This switch frequency made the current Li Zhiyuan feel motion sick.

However, even if only intermittently, Li Zhiyuan detected some clues when the sedan passed by him.

Logically, the scent from the Arhats carrying the sedan should've been the strongest, but it wasn't; their scent progressed in a non-linear manner.

Moreover, the footsteps of the Arhats did not match the timing, as though the Arhats ahead had already passed, yet the sound of their steps echoed in the gaps behind.

Li Zhiyuan: So, the Bodhisattva is not synchronizing with this mortal world?

The Buddhas are past Buddhas, present Buddhas, and future Buddhas; does this mean Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva chose to place themselves in the future?

Li Zhiyuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, these guys are willing to use any method to live longer.

Neither the monks nor the Arhats paid attention to the boy "half-melted" beside the street.

The white dog on the sedan, which Li Zhiyuan had previously hit, was now limp and quiet.

However, the Buddha statue on the white dog slowly turned its head, facing Li Zhiyuan.

The familiar gaze came upon him once more.

Li Zhiyuan knew the Bodhisattva was examining him.

Yet the Bodhisattva did not lightly flick a finger to extinguish him, though the boy quite hoped the Bodhisattva would.

Still, the Bodhisattva did not "pinch" this little ant to death.