Chapter 330: Paper tie people, with the old Taoist priest
To be precise, this is the eighth era when Lin Shuhang led his army of villains to the prehistoric period, a world full of aura of ancient martial arts!
After traveling through this era, he and his army of villains will be able to reach the final destination of this mission - the Devonian period when there was a hole in the sky.
Before that, Lin Shuhang led his microman army all the way from the post-human era, through the post-human technology era, the post-human ancient martial arts era, the pre-human nuclear apocalypse era, the pre-human interstellar colonization era, and the pre-human aerospace era.
, pre-human steam era, pre-human feudal era.
Since Lin Shuhang participated in this time and space mission with an ordinary human body, he lost the advantage of a giant. The journey was very difficult. However, he also gained a lot from this long time and space journey.
So far, Lin Shuhang has obtained a total of 2.5 trillion shock value from the mission. Based on the annual usage fee of 10 billion for the time modifier, it can almost speed up time or turn back time by 250 years.
According to systematic deduction calculations, the Ice Age on the Titan continent lasted about three hundred years.
In other words, as long as he earns another 500 billion shock points, he will have enough capital to end the disaster in Titan Continent early and restore the ecological environment to its previous bad state.
This time the landing site was located on a long-abandoned ancient battlefield on Ganggu continent.
This ancient battlefield is huge and desolate. I don’t know which dynasty it was born in. The war ruins are covered with grass, decaying weapons and dead bones covered with moss are everywhere. It looks very desolate.
"What kind of place is this?" Lin Shuhang looked panicked as he looked at the weathered war remains on the ground.
"Based on the progress of the messenger's crossing and the detection of the earth's surface by the mothership detector, this should be the spiritual age of the earth's ancient times."
"Age of spiritual energy?" Lin Shuhang looked confused. This word really made him confused.
Kakala on the mothership replied: "The messenger can also be understood as the age of cultivation or the age of mythology."
Lin Shuhang was shocked by the words of the beautiful captain Kakala. He never thought that he would actually come to the spiritual age of the earth?
What kind of era this is, no one can tell Lin Shuhang the exact answer, but Lin Shuhang knows that this ancient martial arts era, which is closest to the prehistoric period, will be more dangerous and difficult than any previous era.
Standing in shock at the ancient battlefield site of the Earth's spiritual age, his mood was extremely complicated. At this time, he suddenly began to miss his time on the Titan Continent.
"Forget it, let's leave here first..."
After standing still for a while, Lin Shuhang cheered up and walked towards the outside of the ancient battlefield site.
The scale of this ancient battlefield far exceeded Lin Shuhang's imagination.
From early morning to dusk, he still couldn't get out of this war site, which made Lin Shuhang extremely depressed.
I looked at the sky and saw that night was approaching.
Lin Shuhang ushered in his first night in the earth's spiritual age.
After walking for a day, he was extremely exhausted. He raised his foot and kicked away a skeleton with an iron ax embedded in its shoulder, and leaned tiredly on a broken stone wall.
The stone wall was very dirty and covered with moss and weeds. It looked like it was the ruins of an ancient city wall, because there were still iron arrows inserted into the cracks of some bricks from when the enemy attacked the city.
Looking at the sky, a huge bright moon was hanging above my head, emitting a faint and strange light.
"What a big moon!" Lin Shuhang sighed: "The earth in this spiritual energy era is different, even the moon is so big!"
Lin Shuhang looked up at the huge moon in the sky, and could even see the mountains, rivers, oceans, lakes, and land above with his naked eyes.
What's even more amazing is that there are actually forests, wheat fields, palaces and markets on the land of the giant moon. There are even citizens and vendors passing through the streets, creating a bustling scene like the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival.
Lin Shuhang guessed that it should be the place where the spiritual cultivators lived.
"If I have a chance, I'll go up there and take a walk."
Lin Shuhang stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, and continued walking through the ancient battlefield site.
After walking along the desolate ruins for almost twenty miles, a faint light suddenly appeared in the dark night.
The light was emitted from a destroyed ancient Taoist temple in the distance.
Looking from a distance, the faint light in the ancient Taoist temple swayed with the north wind, like a strange ghost fire.
"Is there anyone?" Lin Shuhang immediately became alert.
Human beings are naturally curious about two major things, one is fire and the other is light. Because these two things belong to Yang, they can give people a certain sense of security to a certain extent.
Lin Shuhang walked quickly towards the ancient Taoist temple without even thinking about it.
This is an ancient Taoist temple that became dilapidated due to the war.
A hoarse and low sound of chanting sutras was faintly heard from the Taoist temple. Lin Shuhang was not only stunned, but also immediately slowed down his pace.
"Is there anyone there?" Lin Shuhang asked, standing in the empty ancient Taoist temple.
No one answered, and the desolate sound of chanting sutras still came from somewhere in the Taoist temple.
Lin Shuhang listened carefully and found that the hoarse sound of chanting sutras came from the direction of the main hall.
The main hall is a majestic temple, with red painted wooden columns, thick bricks and large tiles, and every detail is noble and elegant.
However, after years of wind and rain, it has now become dilapidated. The roof of the temple has collapsed, the wooden pillars have rotted, and even the strong and beautiful brick walls have many traces of smoke and fire.
A broken plaque hangs crookedly at the entrance of the main hall. Due to long-term erosion by wind and rain, the large gilt characters on it have now peeled off and become difficult to read.
The door was ajar. With a slight push, the two rotten palace doors hit the ground with a bang, and dust immediately began to ripple.
"Cough cough cough!"
Lin Shuhang was choked by the dust and shed tears, and quickly walked into the hall, covering his mouth and nose.
The first thing that comes into view is a tall stone statue. The shape of the stone statue is very strange. It looks like a mountain ghost, which is extremely scary.
"Strange, shouldn't Taoist temples enshrine the statues of the Three Pure Ones? How can this Taoist temple enshrine ghost statues?" The sight in front of him made Lin Shuhang puzzled.
Lin Shuhang scanned the hall.
The surrounding area was empty, except for a strange paper-shaped figure lying at the foot of the ghost statue and a ball of furry objects.
But despite this, the desolate sound of chanting sutras still sounded in the hall. This made Lin Shuhang extremely confused.
"Is there anyone there?" Lin Shuhang frowned and shouted again.
Still no one responded, as if the other party didn't hear.
Lin Shuhang, who was extremely depressed, was exhausted by now and simply sat on the ground to rest.
After about ten minutes, the sound of the sutra stopped and the chanter spoke.
"Blessed Lord, this poor Taoist was reciting sutras just now, which was rude." The old Taoist who was hiding somewhere spoke.
After looking around, he found no one, which made Lin Shuhang extremely confused. He frowned and asked, "Why doesn't the Taoist priest come forward to meet you? Why do you have to hide and talk?"
"The Blessed Lord is joking. Why should a poor Taoist hide his words and hold back when he has no evil intentions?"
Lin Shuhang looked around: "Then why can't I see you?"
The other party asked in surprise: "The poor man is right in front of the donor, but the blessed one cannot see him?"
After hearing this, Lin Shuhang's heart skipped a beat, and goosebumps immediately appeared on his body.
Sir, I don’t want to scare people like this. There is only a paper man in front of me!
Wait...paper prick? Lin Shuhang seemed to have thought of something, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
Could it be that this old man is the paper man? Let me go! Is there really a ghost in the world?
Looking at the paper-pricked man on the ground who looked half-smiling but not smiling, Lin Shuhang shuddered violently and couldn't help but feel nervous.
Looking at the weird paper-jammed person on the ground, Lin Shuhang said with a trembling voice: "What, Taoist Master, don't scare people, okay? If you scare people, they will scare them to death. Where are you?"
"The poor Taoist is really right in front of the blessed Lord."
After saying this, a pair of mummy-like arms suddenly stretched out from the furry ball in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Lin Shuhang jumped up with a "Oh my god!"
Really, so scary.
"Don't be afraid, blessed Lord, this is just the hair of a poor Taoist." As he said that, the Taoist used his dry hands to remove the hair covering his whole body, and an old face full of wrinkles was immediately revealed.
Since the other party's face was covered with a beard that was more than a foot long, it was not clear how old the old man was. However, judging from his flabby face, the other party was definitely not young.
Seeing the weird man suddenly emerge from the pile of dirty hair covering his whole body, Lin Shuhang's face turned pale with fear.
Lin Shuhang pointed at the old Taoist and said in horror: "You, you, are you a human or a ghost?"
The old Taoist was stunned: "Of course I am a human being, but I haven't taken care of my hair for many years, so I feel a bit different from a human being."
The old man touched the hair that covered his whole body and sighed: "I didn't expect that this black hair has been there for three hundred years without knowing it. Oh, time, time..."
Three hundred years? Lin Shuhang was stunned, wouldn't that mean he became a god?
Lin Shuhang asked carefully: "Are you a god?"
The old Taoist smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Pindao is not a god, he is just a miserable man who has been cursed with eternal life."
Eternal life? Isn’t that good? Infinite time, infinite life, time permissions that many people dream of!
"Want to hear Pindao's story?" Lao Tao murmured, stroking his long hair.
Lin Shuhang couldn't help being curious and nodded.
"Blessed Lord, could you please go and get some tributes before going to the case?"
"Oh." Although he didn't know why the other party wanted tribute, Lin Shuhang still responded, got up and went to the front of the case to get some almost dehydrated fruits.
While Lin Shuhang was going to get the tribute fruit, the strange old man secretly made a strange sword finger on his chest with his hand.
The old Taoist silently recited a strange incantation, then suddenly pointed at the paper-pricked figure lying on the ground and said softly, "Get up!"
I saw that the strange paper-pierced figure had been cast by some strange spell by the old Taoist. After saying "get up", he suddenly trembled all over and stood up from the ground tremblingly!
The paper-tied man stood up and slowly walked towards the old road, twisting his limbs that were not flexible.
The paper man walked up to the strange old man and stood there respectfully, as if waiting for the old man's orders.
The old Taoist waved his sword and said softly, "Go!" The paper-pricked man who suddenly came to life began to walk awkwardly out of the hall.
After Zhizhao walked out of the hall, Lin Shuhang had already taken back a few dried apples that had lost their moisture from the stone statue case.
"Huh? Where did the paper man go?" Lin Shuhang looked around when he noticed something was missing.
"The paper man's name is Wu Gui, and Pindao just sent him out to do some things."
"The Taoist master is so humorous. Can a paper man run away? Here, I've brought you the fruit offering you asked for." Lin Shuhang, who wanted to hear the Taoist story, didn't think much about it and sat down with a few dried apples in his arms.
On the ground.
Not long after he sat down, the paper man named Wu Gui came back from outside the hall with an old wine jar in his arms.
Hearing movement at the door, Lin Shuhang turned around and looked over.
It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. When he looked at it, Lin Shuhang was so frightened that he immediately jumped up from the ground.
"Ah! Ghost!" The frightened Lin Shuhang hugged the old man's neck.
The old Taoist who was hugged by Lin Shuhang's neck said awkwardly: "Little blessed master, please get off this poor monk. To be honest, this poor monk has not taken a cleansing bath for hundreds of years and has a lot of lice on his body."
"Ghost! Taoist Master, there is a ghost in this Taoist temple!" Lin Shuhang pointed at the shaman ghost who was walking toward him step by step with the wine jar in his arms.
"Little Blessed Lord, Pindao said before that he is called a witch ghost and is not a ghost. The reason why he can walk and move is just because Pindao cast a spell on him. Blessed Lord, you don't have to be so surprised."
Aren’t you surprised? I said, sir, this paper man can run away, how can I not be surprised?
However, after hearing what the veteran said, Lin Shuhang calmed down a lot. He knew that this was the age of ancient martial arts with abundant spiritual energy, and anything could happen.
Lin Shuhang let go of Lao Dao's neck.
What the Taoist said is true. People who haven't bathed for hundreds of years will have a lot of lice on their bodies.
"Taoist Priest, why are you casting spells when you have nothing to do? A paper man is running around the room holding a wine jar. How scary it is in the middle of the night!"
Lin Shuhang took off his clothes and vigorously shook the lice from them.
As he shook, lice kept falling from his clothes.
In the blink of an eye, there was a dense layer of lice on the ground, making a sizzling sound when stepped on.
"The poor Taoist can't help himself."
The old Taoist smiled bitterly and said: "The blessed master does not know something. Since the disaster in our temple, the poor Taoist has lost his legs and has to rely on witches and ghosts to help him meet his daily needs."
Ten minutes later...
"Taoist Priest, are you still drinking?"
Seeing the old man pick up the wine bowl, Lin Shuhang felt even more incredible.
The wine was brewed by the old Taoist using dried apples and well water. With the help of magical spells, a jar of well water and a few dried apples turned into a jar of fruit wine exuding an intoxicating aroma in the hands of the old Taoist in the blink of an eye.
The old Taoist grabbed a bowl of freshly brewed fruit wine, took a sip and said nonchalantly: "I am not a monk? Why can't I drink alcohol?"
"That's right..." Lin Shuhang picked up a bowl of fruit wine and drank with the old Taoist in the Taoist temple.
I have to say that this fruit wine blessed with magic has a really unique taste. It is sour and sweet, with the mellow aroma of wine and the coolness of water. After one sip, the whole person feels refreshed.
Lin Shuhang unconsciously drank a few more sips.
After taking a few sips of fruit wine, Lin Shuhang's stomach suddenly growled for some reason.
"Ouch, why did my stomach suddenly start to hurt?" Lin Shuhang yelled, holding his stomach.
"No, Taoist priest, I may not be accustomed to the climate. I'm going to have diarrhea. Don't drink this wine for me yet. I'll go out for convenience."
Lin Shuhang clutched his stomach and ran out of the hall in a panic.
Before leaving, I didn't forget to shout to the old Taoist: "Taoist Master, please don't let that paper man come over when I'm taking a shit. That thing is so permeable that it scares me in the middle of the night."
The old Taoist picked up the wine bowl and took a sip of the fruit wine: "Blessed Lord, I will say it again, his name is Wu Gui."
A paper man turned out to be a witch? Lin Shuhang shook his head and ran away muttering, clutching his stomach.
After leaving the Taoist temple, Lin Shuhang stood in the ruins and looked around. After searching for a long time, he didn't find the toilet.
"Oh, my mother, it hurts me so much! What kind of wine are you drinking? I feel sick after just two bowls!"
"No matter what, let's solve it on the spot!" Seeing no one around, Lin Shuhang took off his pants and squatted next to an arborvitae tree.
This is an arborvitae tree that is more than 300 years old. Although it is cold winter, this arborvitae tree still has lush branches and leaves.
In the dilapidated Taoist temple, such a lush arborvitae tree is out of tune with the surrounding scenery, and it looks a bit strange.
Lin Shuhang likes to look at the sky when he poops.
I don’t know when it got up, but the moon in the sky disappeared under a layer of billowing dark clouds.
Without the blue light, the whole world looks a little dark.
Looking at the billowing dark clouds, Lin Shuhang frowned: "It's so late at night, is it going to rain?"