Chapter 1 The Secret Trap of a Boy of the Supreme Being
Cold! Cold!
This was Song Lin's first feeling, as if he were in a dark and airtight ice cave, and his blood was almost frozen.
My chest feels tight and I can't breathe. It's like a big stone is pressing on my chest. If I don't feel cold to death, I will be suffocated to death.
"Ah!"
Song Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were completely dark, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Why is this nightmare so real? I will stop reading weird stories from now on. I will always have nightmares."
He sighed softly, feeling a little thirsty, so he sat up.
The room was pitch black and pitch black.
"Classmate Xiaoai, turn on the light."
"...Turn on the lights!"
What's going on? This light is broken?
After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Song Lin realized something was wrong.
Dark mud walls, a tiled roof above the head, no extra furniture around, just a wooden table and two chairs.
The body was covered with a patched quilt.
What's going on? Where's my computer? Where's the refrigerator? Where's the air conditioner? The life-size electric inflator... ahem, where's the bicycle air pump?
"This is...ah!!"
Song Lin had a splitting headache and covered his head in pain as strange memories came to his mind.
This is the memory of a strange boy named Song Lin.
At the age of sixteen, he was selected by the Immortal Chief and joined the Five Lao Xuan Ke Guan. It has been three years now.
I thought it was about cultivating immortals and enjoying blessings, but unexpectedly it turned out to be the beginning of a nightmare.
He worked as a herb collector under Dian Zao in the Taoist temple's warehouse. He got up before dawn and rested late at night, almost without a break for a year, enjoying the blessings.
Finally, a few days ago, when Song Lin was digging for plague moss in the wild, he accidentally inhaled the moss and fell into a coma to this day.
There are very few memories in my mind, only rough memories, and I just roughly know that this world is not the earth that I was familiar with before, but a world of witchcraft, Taoism, and demons.
Song Lin has not come back to his senses until now.
How did you come to this world?
He vaguely remembered that on the day he traveled through time, he found an ancient book in the antique market, which recorded many myths and strange stories.
Song Lin watched it all night, then woke up here, calmed down his emotions, then slowly got up, picked up the fire folding bag on the table and lit the oil lamp.
There is a dark yellow booklet by the bedside. The cover is thick oil paper, with several large characters written in cinnabar: "Secret Book of the Supreme Being"
Opening the booklet, the rightmost side is stamped with the five-thunder protective seal of the Five Lao Xuan Ke Guan, with Song Lin's name and birth date written in cinnabar, as well as a bright red handprint.
In the center is a complex talisman, surrounded by various patterns of gods and goddesses.
The moment he saw this object, memories came to Song Lin's mind.
This is the dharma urn of the Xuanke Temple, which is similar to the Taoist version of the ID card. Only those who receive the urn are members of the Taoist temple.
The role of the legal instrument is more powerful than the ID card.
After receiving the urn, Tian Cao recorded the name, the Yin Talisman eliminated the case, and the gods and ghosts were not invaded.
Moreover, the Dharma Ribbon will be improved according to the depth of Taoism, and the Dharma Ribbon at different stages can use corresponding magical powers.
Squeak!
At this time, the door slowly opened.
A man walked in. He was thin and dark-skinned. His eyebrows looked very shrewd, and he had a strong smell of medicine.
This person's name is Zhang Jin, and he is Song Lin's roommate. The bed next to him belongs to Zhang Jin.
When Zhang Jin saw Song Lin, he was immediately surprised and said: "My lord, you are finally awake. Master Dianzao said that if you don't wake up, you will be thrown into the zoo to feed the dogs."
"Ahem, I just woke up, my head is in a daze." Song Lin held his forehead and pretended to be weak. Fortunately, he has this person in his memory, otherwise no one would know him, and he would really be caught and fed to the dogs.
Already.
"Are you dead? Come out to work if you are not dead!"
The strong voice of a big man came from outside the door.
A tall, fat man in purple clothes with a full beard stepped in. This man looked strange, with two green eyeballs spinning around on his right forearm.
"Hey, you look pretty good, are you pretending?" The big man in purple clothes had a Dharma jar and jade talisman on his waist, and wrote "Tai Shang San Wudu Kung Sutra Ribbon".
"Meet Taoist Master Wude." When Zhang Jin saw this person, he immediately bowed down and paid homage to Song Lin secretly.
Song Lin understood immediately and followed behind him, bowing and saluting.
Judging from the jade talisman on his waist, this person is one level higher than me. He is a formal Taoist priest and a monk who has received all the merits.
Dharma urns and jade talismans are similar to jade pendants. They are used to show the urns received by Taoist priests and their official positions. The boy urn is okay, and no one will hang a thick stack of talismans around their waist.
The magic urn on Song Lin's body is called the Tongzi urn, which is just the lowest level Taoist boy and cannot be compared with other people's status.
"You're not dead, are you? If you're not dead, just work. If you find yourself slacking off next time, go and feed the dogs."
Taoist priest Wude snorted coldly, and the green eye in his right hand burst out with bright red murderous intent. The two of them trembled and hurriedly confessed, and then the big man walked out of the door.
"Without virtue, there is indeed no wrong nickname." Song Lin said in a low voice.
In the memory of the original person, this unscrupulous Taoist priest was cruel and ruthless. He often asked them to work before dawn, working day and night.
Song Lin was not the first victim, many people had died before him.
"Hey, who calls me a Taoist priest?" Zhang Jin sighed, "Let's go, let's go out to work too."
Mortals develop a sense of energy after practicing for several years, and then they are affected by the boy's body.
This stage is also called a Taoist boy. He cannot teach Taoist dharma. He can at most strengthen his body and use some tricks and crude martial arts. His status is lower than that of a formal Taoist priest.
After Tong Zilu has practiced to a certain level, he can be taught Du Gonglu and become an entry-level Taoist priest.
The two walked out of the door.
Xuanke Temple is located on the edge of the downtown area and covers a vast area. There are thousands of handymen and Taoists alone.
Taoist boys shuttled through the corridors in a hurry, carrying water, firewood, or leading strange and strange animals.
Every intersection is guarded by three-foot-tall Taoist soldiers wearing yellow scarves.
Taoist priests came and went, either flying or walking through walls, and some rode in sedans carried by paper figures.
Song Lin's eyes were widened. The world in front of him was full of weird and fantastic colors, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
After digesting the memory of his predecessor, he knew that this world adheres to the truth that the weak eat the strong, and the Taoist priest can control the Taoist boy at will.
Just like his predecessor, even if he was poisoned and died, no one would even look at him.
Only by becoming a Taoist priest can one control one's own destiny, Song Lin thought.
"Hey, don't be dazed. Taoist priests also come from Taoist boys. Let's work hard to accumulate Taoist skills. Sooner or later, we will be promoted to Taoist priests."
There is endless longing in Zhang Jin's eyes. As long as he gets through it, he will have a smooth road to heaven.
Song Lin smiled inwardly when he saw this, but he was still too naive.
Just like a young person who has just entered the society, he always thinks that he can become a senior executive of the company based on his intelligence. In fact, it is all predetermined.
Even if it’s fair competition; resources, connections, and platforms all belong to the people you have connections with, so what can you do to compete with them?
Of course, Song Lin is not someone who gives up easily. As long as he finds an opportunity, he may not be able to become a Taoist priest.
Anyway, he doesn't want to be a Taoist boy for the rest of his life. If he continues like this, he will either die of exhaustion or be poisoned by new medicinal materials.
The two walked out of the corridor, walked through the woods, and saw cliffs in the distance.
The cliff is a hundred feet high. The two people stood at the bottom and could faintly see a yellow-green human face ten feet above.
"Go up!" Zhang Jin jumped up, flew ten feet, and used his hands and feet to step on the protruding rocks of the cliff. After a while, he arrived at the place.
Song Lin followed suit and stepped on rocks and crevices to reach an altitude of ten feet.
The Taoist boy who teaches the Tongzilu also has Taoism, that is, when he has just entered the Taoist period, he will have a sense of Qi at this stage, and the insignificant amount of Qi can strengthen his physical fitness.
In the secular world, he can be considered a first-rate martial arts master.
Arriving at the edge of the cliff ten feet above, Song Lin suddenly discovered that the yellow human face pattern he had just seen was actually a type of moss.
It was stained with yellow powder, and the moss was constantly crawling, as if it were alive.
This is the plague moss.
They are usually born in miasma-covered mountains and forests, and are said to be the footprints left by the god of plague when he descended to earth.
Zhang Jin covered his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth, untied the hemp rope around his waist, tied one section around his waist, and tied the other section to a protruding stone.
Then he took out the cloth bag and shovel from his arms and carefully shoveled away the moss bit by bit.
"Brother Song Lin, you have to be careful. The powder is highly poisonous. You were in a coma after inhaling this stuff last time."
"Be quick with your hands and feet and finish it before dark. This batch of moss is worth two Taoist skills. Each of us will take half of it."
Zhang has been in the industry for eight years and has much more experience than Song Lin.
The two of them were digging moss ten feet above the ground, and they had to control their strength not to be too strong to avoid stirring up the powder and flying into their mouths and noses.
The difficulty was very high. Only then did Song Lin understand that it was no wonder that the mortality rate of children collecting medicine was so high.
Song Lin sighed inwardly, tied the safety rope, and took out the tools he prepared in advance. That's it, let's just accept the situation.
At this time, a crawling sound came from above the two of them.