[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-36":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336090,4567,"Chapter 36","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-36",36,"\u003Cp>Under the video recording, all damaged parts of Qin Yun’s motorcycle had been replaced. Next, he only needed to clean each component before reassembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held the drive shaft up to the camera: “Look here—oil mixed with dust has hardened into chunks. I’ll teach you a good cleaning method: use kerosene. It dissolves deep grease without damaging parts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And this engine oil—it’s turned into sludge after fifteen years. The oil filter is completely clogged. These all need thorough cleaning and lubrication.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Qin Yun worked, turning each part in his hands from rust and grime into a gleaming clean finish. By around four in the afternoon, every part requiring cleaning and treatment had been done. All lubrication points were oiled. Now came the final reveal of the restored bike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, his mother arrived on her electric scooter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Yun, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, you’re back from work.” Qin Yun straightened up, pointing at the pile of motorcycle parts with a smile. “I’m fixing Dad’s bike. We’re going to Hunidao—better ride there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen parked the scooter, looked at the scattered parts, didn’t understand them but raised her thumb anyway: “My son is amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll leave you to it. I’m going to cook.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded and began the final assembly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he reinstalled the gear shift lever. As he worked, he said: “It’s easy to install parts backward here—especially the clutch and brake cables on the handlebars.” He mounted the side covers, seat, and fuel tank one by one. The camera then showed the full bike—completely transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it hadn’t been repainted or polished, the bike now looked weathered yet possessed a vintage charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! Done. Less than eight hours total. Preliminary completion. Now comes the most exciting part—starting it up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun poured the prepped gasoline into the tank and tightened the cap. Then he straddled the bike, gripped the handlebars, and stomped the starter lever. First kick—just a *clack*. No ignition. He shrugged at the camera: “Normal. Just assembled. Fuel lines aren’t primed yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked again. This time, three rapid kicks—the engine roared to life with a deep *put-put-put*. Qin Yun gave the camera a victory sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the motorcycle, Hu Fen ran downstairs from upstairs, spatula in hand. Seeing her son had fixed the bike, she stared at the familiar machine, tears glistening in her eyes. Qin Yun noticed—and perhaps remembered something too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, hop on. I’ll take you for a ride.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay!” Hu Fen, spatula still in hand, didn’t hesitate—she climbed onto the back seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun paused, adjusted one camera’s position, then handed his phone to Hu Fen: “Mom, hold the phone. Press record.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it. Already pressed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun twisted the throttle, engaged first gear. The bike rolled forward smoothly. Then second, then third—shifts were seamless, no hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect. The sound, the gear feel—better than a new bike. Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun laughed happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two laps, the bike returned to its original spot. Mother and son dismounted. Qin Yun looked at one of the camera feeds: “Today’s repair wasn’t hard. Anyone with basic mechanical knowledge could handle it. Just don’t forget where each part goes—tiny mistakes can ruin the whole thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shuowan ， Tajiangsuoyoujingtouyiyiguandiao 。\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After packing everything away and pushing the motorcycle back into the warehouse, Qin Yun immediately went to take a shower. He was filthy from a full day’s work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no sooner had he stepped out of the bathroom than the familiar voice sounded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Publish check-in task: Host must visit Mount Putuo and tour thirty temples and monasteries, staying ten minutes at each to complete the check-in.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this task, Qin Yun whistled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty temples, ten minutes each—even if they were lined up side by side, that’s three hundred minutes, five hours. And these temples are scattered across Mount Putuo. Impossible to finish in one day. At least two days needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, many of Mount Putuo’s temples aren’t open to the public. He didn’t even know which ones were actually accessible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought for a moment, then asked Hu Fen: “Mom, do you know which temples on Mount Putuo are open?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen was stir-frying. She shook her head: “I don’t know. I only know Pujì Chan Temple, Fǎyǔ Chan Temple, Huìjì Chan Temple. The rest? I don’t know. Isn’t there some AI app now? Just ask the AI.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smacked his forehead. He’d forgotten his mom kept up with the times—even AI slipped his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately opened his phone, downloaded an AI app, and typed: “Which temples on Mount Putuo are open?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In under five seconds, the AI gave a detailed answer—from Pujì Chan Temple, the largest on Mount Putuo, down to obscure ones like Liúyún Nunnery. Exactly thirty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the names in hand, he logged onto the official website to verify each temple’s status. Surprisingly, the AI wasn’t fully reliable—one temple listed had been merged into another earlier this year. But he found several other open temples on the official site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cross-checking every one, Qin Yun found the full temple distribution map on the official website and began planning his route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen, carrying a dish out of the kitchen, glanced over and asked, puzzled: “Son, you’re going to Mount Putuo?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t look up. He nodded: “Yeah. Just going for a walk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good idea. You can stop by and pray—ward off bad luck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, Qin Yun edited the video clips from several camera angles and sent them all to Fang Nan, then transferred a thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Nan replied excitedly: “Bro Yun, the video blew up! This traffic is insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun was pleased, but he knew it was just one video. Viral fame was fleeting. If a self-media account couldn’t consistently deliver high-quality content, getting buried was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted sustained traffic—not a flash in the pan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Nan added: “Bro Yun, lots of MCN agencies are probably reaching out. Don’t sign anything. Otherwise you’ll lose control and become just a tool for chasing views.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know.” Qin Yun wasn’t some green kid. He wouldn’t be swayed by MCN promises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of signing with any company. This account was his alone to manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before bed, Qin Yun told Hu Fen: “Mom, I’ll stay on Mount Putuo for two days. I’ll be back Thursday. We’ll head straight to Hunidao after you get off work Friday, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen had no objections: “You handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, after packing everything, Qin Yun put on his helmet and rode off on his motorcycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the route: from Wugongzhi Pier to Putuo Passenger Center, then take the ferry to Shǎngū Dock. Total time: one and a half hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>September was off-season for Mount Putuo—no crowds. The mountain-and-sea scenery was especially fresh and elegant. If a friend asked him when to visit Zhoushan and Mount Putuo, he’d say September or October was best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coastal cities weren’t as scorching as Hangzhou this time of year—at least five to six degrees cooler. Fewer people, sea breeze brushing the face, visiting temples, admiring the ocean—it was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun, backpack and camera in hand, stepped onto the island just as the clock struck 8:30.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up an island map at the dock and began walking west—his first stop: Ciyun Chan Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciyun Chan Yuan was also called Ciyun Nunnery. Many, hearing “nunnery,” assumed it meant a place for Buddhist nuns. But that’s wrong. “Nunnery” doesn’t exclusively mean a residence for bhikṣuṇīs. Originally, it meant a round thatched hut or a private dwelling used as a Xiuxing  place. It’s not gender-specific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun knew that in ancient times, “nunnery” was often used for ancestral temples. Only later, when bhikṣuṇīs began residing in them, did the term become associated with female monastics. It’s simply one form of Buddhist architecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ciyun Chan Yuan was exactly that—home to both monks and bhikṣuṇīs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun approached the temple gate. Yellow walls, dark tiles. Monks swept the entrance. Tourists came and went. No crowding. Only quiet serenity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the system panel’s icon lit up. He glanced at it once, then returned his focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard was small, elegant. Clean, polished stone paths. Ancient camphor and camellia trees lined both sides, their leaves casting dappled shadows. He had no intention of praying or seeking blessings—just sightseeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the main hall’s entrance, he looked up at the Buddha statue. Solemn. Incense curled in the air. Many tourists, even without faith, felt compelled to enter and pay respects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone visiting Mount Putuo—even without belief—would follow the “better safe than sorry” rule, showing deep respect to the statues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t enter. He watched for a while, then noticed a woman in her twenties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in white linen pants and shirt, her hair braided long and hanging over her shoulder. She knelt reverently on a prayer mat, murmuring to the Buddha, occasionally bowing her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun couldn’t hear her prayer, nor see her face clearly. But her posture before the Buddha held a strange beauty. After a moment’s thought, he stepped back a few paces, raised his camera, and snapped the shutter. Then he turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking, pausing, he emerged from Ciyun Chan Yuan—unaware that the icon for Ciyun Chan Yuan on his panel had fully lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ying felt she was unlucky. After graduating from Hangzhou University, she didn’t continue in her major—she saw how hard it was for women in architecture; she’d go bald. So right after graduation and her internship, she spent money learning baking, then returned to her hometown in Ningbo to open a bakery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop started modestly—barely covered costs. But as short videos exploded, she seized the moment, pouring money into traffic. Gradually, her bakery became popular in her circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After going viral, she didn’t rush to monetize. Instead, she focused even harder on quality, treating every customer with care. This approach laid the foundation for her shop’s growth and expansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three or four years later, she now ran three shops in Ningbo—all thriving. Buying a car, a house? Of course. Her annual income was more than ten times what her Hangzhou classmates, slaving away, made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But last month, her shop was reported. No doubt by a competitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the industry bureau stepped in. Normal hygiene conditions were twisted into violations. Negative reviews flooded in. Her business collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A classmate from Zhoushan suggested she visit Mount Putuo to pray. Hesitantly, she came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that she was here, she decided: wherever she found a temple, she’d enter. Wherever she saw a Buddha, she’d bow.\u003C\u002Fp>",1763,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0cf1929804c52bc3ee4c9a75bf5bde0ae6a11b42984987ad33206798c1fe7992","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-37","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-35",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]