The Battleground of the Modern Academy
The rotation of the mortal world never brought its gears to a halt.
Each morning, San San shouldered his schoolbag and walked through the gates of the Eastern primary school, disappearing into the stream of hundreds of children his age. On the surface, the academy was filled with cheerful laughter, the rustle of leaves, and chalk dust drifting through beams of morning sunlight.
Yet beneath that ordinary appearance, another world existed.
Through the transparent sight of a young disciple, the modern academy revealed itself as a microscopic battleground, where distorted concepts silently scattered seeds of decay into young souls.
During a geography lesson, the teacher laboriously explained the Theory of Evolution, asserting that mankind had originated from ancient primates. Around San San, the rhythmic scratching of pens continued across notebooks as his classmates accepted the doctrine without question.
San San quietly closed his eyes and safeguarded his primary consciousness, standing as immovable as a mountain peak.
His Celestial Eye opened instantly.
Like a massive cosmic screen, it reversed the wheel of time through countless millennia, revealing scenes from the distant past. He observed magnificent stretches of prehistoric civilization. The ancient earth of that era was covered by boundless primeval forests extending toward the horizon, their vast canopies flourishing beneath a pristine sky untouched by pollution or stain.
Human beings of that age walked across the ancient land with commanding stature. Their physical forms were noble and perfectly proportioned, and they wore solemn ancient attire. There was no resemblance between them and the ugly primates described on the blackboard.
The truth unfolded before San San's vision with absolute clarity. He felt no urge to debate the teacher; the truth witnessed through his Celestial Eye was already enough to preserve the righteous faith within his heart. Without uttering a single word, he remained seated quietly among the other children, guarding his pristine nature.
The Extending Matrix of Alien Technology
The crucible was not confined to textbooks; it also entered the children's daily lives through seemingly harmless habits.
During recess, San San's classmates excitedly passed around digital game discs and talked about the latest cartoon programs broadcast across the network. But when viewed from another dimension, those ordinary entertainment items revealed an entirely different appearance.
The game discs and certain mutated cartoon programs were encrusted with dark ghosts and contaminated by unclean, twisted entities. Whenever ordinary people developed a strong desire to watch or play them, those entities extended outward like octopus tentacles, launching a frantic advance toward the human body to bind the energy field and drain spiritual essence.
Stolen novel; please report.
Even when the impure entities attached to the network were eliminated by the Righteous Thoughts of the vanguard disciples, some of those modern programs remained as vacant shells bearing demonic forms. The moment a human being watched them, the mind-field unconsciously received their corrupting frequencies, leaving moral character increasingly unstable and misaligned.
San San's Celestial Eye then pierced deeper into the core structure of computers and electronic devices. What appeared to be ordinary human technology revealed another layer—it was an extension of alien intelligence stationed upon the earth.
Those systems operated with extraordinary calculation, processing vast amounts of information at immense speed. Yet behind their dazzling efficiency lay a distorted form of cunning planted by the old cosmos. Modern mathematical logic and linear reasoning had developed toward an extreme form of selfishness, separating human language from nature and pushing the magnificent ancient wisdom of the Harmony of Heaven and Mankind far away from human society.
Having seen this hidden design, San San decisively gave up drinking carbonated soda. In the alternative dimension revealed to him, the dark fluid existed as the foul excretion of alien bodies. He likewise kept his feet away from electronic games, guarding the purity of his original nature.
The Shroud of the Crimson Node
Several seasons later, the academy organized a Red Nose Day campaign to raise charitable funds.
The day before the event, crimson masks and strange costumes had been bought out across the commercial centers. By the following morning, nearly every child in the schoolyard had transformed their appearance, wearing devious red noses and laughing amid the excitement of the mortal world.
San San stood silently beneath the shade of an old tree. His Celestial Eye pierced straight through the upper atmosphere.
Above the academy roof, a colossal alien vessel hovered in the hidden dimension. Within the ship sat two supreme commanders surrounded by heavy, dark energy. They possessed no ordinary human craniums; their exposed brains formed soft, undulating masses, while their strange eyes seemed to grow backward into the cerebral tissue. Their countenances were divided between pitch black and crimson, giving them an appearance both bizarre and sinister.
These entities had engineered and manipulated such festive campaigns to subtly alter and corrupt human forms. Whenever a child took pleasure in putting on the mask or applying the distorted makeup, the commanders dispatched cohorts of their species downward. The entities plunged toward the human body, attempting to bind it and seize control of the primary consciousness.
Around San San, his classmates ran through the schoolyard wearing their strange disguises, laughing without the slightest awareness of what was taking place above them. They had no idea that their innocent excitement had become an opening through which impure forces could infiltrate.
The earthly wind swept across the schoolyard. Yet beneath that gentle breeze, San San perceived a freezing current of dark energy crowding the surface of the earth.
He stood straight and gently refused the red nose offered by his classmates. Inside his schoolbag, the True Scripture of the Great Fa rested against his chest.
The greatness of a young disciple did not require a public display of divine power. It was found in the ability to see through the traps of the era, safeguard a purified core, and remain unmoved before every subtle enticement of the mortal world.
Canto CVI ‒ The Malicious Shell
The ancient primate stands a waking dream,
The primal forest guards the holy stream.
The alien fluid stains the worldly floor,
The crimson mask locks up the mental door.
The vacant game discs weave the shadow net,
The logic maze demands a heavy debt.
The young disciple keeps his mind unmoved,
The ancient Harmony of Heaven stands approved.