Weird Recovery: I Rely on Memorizing Ancient Texts to Suppress Evil Spirits

At 2:17 in the morning, the printer rang. No one pressed the print button. A piece of hot A4 paper slowly came out of the paper outlet, and cinnabar writing emerged from the blank: "In the first year of Shangfu's era, the blue bird returns." Lu Yu thought this was a hallucination before his sudden death while working overtime. Until a headless man in a suit walked out of the conference room. Until he unconsciously recited "Book of Rites: Li Yun" and made the other party disappear into ashes. Until the man with all black eyes said: "Finally found you, Six Arts Container." Etiquette, music, archery, imperial control, calligraphy, number—— The six words on the wall left by my mother are not knowledge, but some kind of ancient operating system. Outside the window, the clouds were moving at a speed that was not part of this era. This strange era has begun.