Lin Zhuming was leaning against the car window, looking at the scenery passing by. Suddenly, it became dark. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the car, but was sitting on a small slope.

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If you look closely, you will see that the original asphalt road, street trees, and blue and white road signs are all gone. There are only mud paths with green fields on both sides. The air is very fresh.

There are still deep hoof prints of cows on the road, and weeds are growing tenaciously on the muddy roadside.

From time to time I heard a "pop", but it turned out to be a frog falling into the water.

Lin Zhuming rubbed his eyes: "Where am I?" He couldn't believe it.

The pain of parting just now and the confusion of thoughts about the rest of my life were suddenly replaced by the panic of being in a strange environment.

In order to understand the situation, Lin Zhuming followed the path down the slope.

You have to figure out the current situation.

There are people living not far away, but the houses are all yellow mud houses, and the roofs are either tiles or thatch. They don't look like ordinary small cement houses in the countryside.

Lin Zhuming felt the water-filled shoes and the yellow mud stuck together, and slowly began to mentally build himself up.

But when he saw the farmer working with a shiny pigtail braid wrapped around his head instead of a towel, Lin Zhuming felt that he might have traveled through time.

What's happening here?

Lin Zhuming stepped forward to ask, but the farmer could not understand the Mandarin spoken by Lin Zhuming. Instead, he spoke in the dialect of the small town: "I don't understand what you said."

Lin Zhuming was instantly moved when he heard the familiar dialect and replied in dialect: "Where is this place?"

The farmer saw that Lin Zoming was dressed strangely and had short hair, but his accent was familiar. He was from this area. He couldn't help but wonder if he was a fool. Why didn't he even know where this place was? But he still told Lin Zoming this place.

where is it.

Tongjing Village.

Lin Zhuming was surprised. Isn't this the predecessor of his own town, Tongjing Town? The village was formed after copper mining was discovered in the Song Dynasty.

Lin Zhuming asked again: "What time is it now?"

The farmer saw that Lin Zhuming was in a daze, as if he was going crazy. He couldn't help but be a little scared, and held the farm tools in his hands tightly: "It's Qian Yong's fiftieth year now! What year are you in?"

Lin Zhuming was distracted for a moment, why did he come to this dynasty?

The farmer looked carefully at Lin Zhuming's clothes and shoes. They were all very clean. They looked a bit like Taoist robes. His skin and flesh were not dark, and there were no calluses on his hands. He also spoke with a gentle air.

"Is there a Longevity Palace near here?" Lin Zhuming suddenly remembered something and asked the farmer.

"Are you a Taoist priest from Youfang?"

"That's right." Lin Zhuming was not sure.

"Oh oh oh." The farmer understood somewhat. Nowadays, except for Taoist priests, everyone else needs to shave their heads. Although it is not clear that Lin Zhuming's hair is not long either.

But it is normal for people outside the country to be a little weird.

When Lin Zhuming saw this man constantly looking at his head, he knew that he needed to quickly put on a Hunyuan scarf to cover it, otherwise it would be a disaster sooner or later.

Following the farmer, I walked along the muddy path and finally saw the Wanshou Palace. However, this Wanshou Palace was even shabbier and shorter. It didn’t even have the previous three rooms, just one.

It was dim inside and smelled of incense.

Lin Zhuming thanked the farmer, asked his name and where he lived, and said he wanted to thank him. He was the first person Lin Zhuming met, so he was naturally very important. Following the others, he would inevitably have to do it again.

Explain it again.

Lin Zhuming wanted to have as little contact with people as possible until he figured out the situation.

The farmer didn't know these twists and turns, but he readily told Lin Zhuming that his name was Niu Er, his family was also in Tongjing Village, and he was a tenant of the landlord's family.

From Niu Er's words, Lin Zhuming also confirmed that this Wanshou Palace was the predecessor of his own Wanshou Palace. Nowadays, there is a Taoist guarding the temple, and it is also passed down from master to disciple.

When Lin Zhuming entered the temple, he found a lot of dust falling on the body of the real king. A skinny little Taoist priest with a sallow complexion was dozing against the corner.

"One article for burning incense, two articles for reading a lotus." Seeing someone coming, the little Taoist priest said smoothly.

Lin Zhuming said: "I'm here to place an order."

"Our temple is small and we don't put orders." The little Taoist priest was already a little disappointed when he heard that he was not here to burn incense. What's more, if he came to make orders, wouldn't that mean he has an extra mouth to eat? I still haven't had enough to eat.

"Just give me a futon to meditate on," Lin Zhuming said.

The little Taoist priest looked at Lin Zhuming like this and thought that his master had a business trip half a month ago and never came back. He was lonely and bored by himself. He also saw the rattan box in Lin Zhuming's hand, which looked like a novelty.

, I don’t know if there is any treasure.

"If you are not allowed, you will have to sleep in the open, and it will be a matter of a futon."

Behind Zhenjun Ye is the place where Taoists rest. There is a small shop. Xiaodao took out a futon and gave it to Lin Zhuming.

Lin Zhuming sat cross-legged, and then opened the box in front of Xiaodao.

Seeing that there was nothing but two plain clothes, he secretly thought that he was at a disadvantage. However, the Dharma book next to him attracted his attention.

"Master seems to have a volume of this too." The little Taoist priest thought to himself, "Is he also someone with real abilities?"

However, Lin Zhuming groped inside his clothes and found two glass beads, which Lin Zhuming had hidden before.

I wonder how much it's worth.

Looking at the bankbook next to him, Lin Zhuming sighed again: He has money but can't spend it.

"How about exchanging this for your Hunyuan scarf, junior brother?"

"It's just glass, not valuable." Although the little Taoist priest said this, maybe the glass beads were naturally attracted to the little boy, so he still gave Lin Zhuming a black Hunyuan scarf. Then he put the glass beads in front of his eyes.

Look at the pattern inside.

Lin Zhuming covered his head with a Hunyuan scarf before he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What is the name of this junior brother? How should I call this poor fellow?"

Listening to Lin Zhuming's formal speech, which seemed like a serious Taoist priest, Xiaodao put away the glass beads and said, "I'm not actually a Taoist priest, but my family has fostered me here to serve my master. You can just call me Er Da."

"What about your master?"

"Going to do some business," Er Otter replied lazily.

"Do monks also do business?"

"Monks also need to eat, look at feng shui, move graves, and drive corpses are all business." Er La said: "You are away from home, don't you do these businesses?"

Lin Zhuming listened to Feng Shui, and it was okay to move the graves, but why did he still drive away the corpses? He felt vaguely that something was wrong.

"It doesn't depend on this." Lin Zhuming was vague. He continued to talk along the trail and learned about his master.

As a result, I heard that his master's surname was Zhao, and others called him Taoist Zhao. He was not originally from here. He saw an empty temple with no one to take care of it, so he moved in there.

Not to mention anything else, Taoist Zhao can do all kinds of things like walking in the yin and transforming bones into dragon water. If nothing happens, he will be in this temple. If someone finds him, he will go out to do business. It only takes ten and a half days.

When the month comes back, it will be half a year shorter.

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Chapter completed!