If there is a person around you who always likes to speak in a preaching tone, or even worse, always shakes his head and likes to add "that's what it is said..." At the beginning of every sentence, I'm afraid not many people can tolerate it, let alone those gangsters who lick blood from the edge of their swords and take pleasure in revenge. Usually their reaction is to just punch them away, once and for all, and seek peace and quiet.
However, there was such a person. He not only spoke in a gibberish manner, but was also very ignorant. Even though other people's faces were already stinking worse than the smell of the aunt selling stinky winter melons on the street over the years, he still turned a blind eye and continued to preach tirelessly, so people gave him the nickname, "Tireless Teaching."
That he can survive until now is simply a miracle in the world. The day he doesn't recite sutras makes him feel uncomfortable all day long. Dropping his book bag and speaking the truth are as necessary to him as a sieve is to a gambler, and fine wine is to an alcoholic. Recite it once and your body will feel relaxed, recite it twice to relax your muscles and activate your muscles, recite it three times to strengthen your body, and recite it four times and you will feel as happy as a god. This person's surname was Li, but I didn't know his name, so people in the world who liked simplicity and simplicity called him Li Shubao according to his hobbies.
Therefore, our protagonist is this "tireless teacher" - Li Shudao.