At Wenren Sheng's home, they were watching a civilization documentary.
Wenren Sheng was the director. Little Illusion could no longer be the director and could only serve as a script supervisor.
The others did not yet have bit parts to play.
"Uh, this Big Fatty Monk really is impressive. He actually thought of monks as a group," Wenren De said with heartfelt admiration.
"What's so impressive about that?" Little Illusion asked, puzzled.
"Of course it's impressive. You only noticed that he taught monks because monks had free time, but you failed to notice that temples were naturally good places for preserving all kinds of knowledge and avoiding the chaos of war," Wenren De said sincerely.
"Oh, so that's a thing?"
"Of course. There are plenty of ancient temples that have stood for a thousand years. When barbarians slaughtered people during the Feudal Dynasty, they often held Mysterious Objects in awe and would show a little restraint. On top of that, temples were often located in the mountains, away from major roads, so they had a much better chance of avoiding danger. Scientific knowledge depends most heavily on continuity. Once it is cut off, it becomes extremely difficult to restore. If someone in the past solved a math problem but left behind no answer, later generations have to start all over again." Wenren De spoke with deep feeling.
He was obsessed with ancient poetry and had seen who knew how many poems buried by war. As for all kinds of errors in written scrolls, there were even more than could be counted.
"Grandpa, you're amazing," Little Illusion said in surprise.
"I'm not too bad, am I?" Wenren De had rarely gotten a chance to shine, and he was very pleased.
"In that case, why not have Father go in there and