My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 1 The writers who write novels on Earth are bullshit

Great Flame World.

Zhao Country, Dulong County, Misty Peak.

The so-called Misty Peak is actually an inconspicuous mountain in the Dulong Mountain that traverses more than 100 miles.

The mountain peak is less than a thousand meters high, with steep rock walls on three sides, and only the side covered with shrubs and green grass slopes downward.

The road to the mountain can only be opened on this side.

On the top of the peak stands an old Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is a quadrangle courtyard with one entrance, with side rooms divided into several sections on both sides, which are quiet rooms for rest and meditation, guest rooms, kitchen and toilets, etc.

The only two-story pavilion with three large characters on the wooden plaque:

Misty view!
The attic has cornices and brackets, green tiles and red walls.

If it was a few decades ago, it would be a bit ethereal and flying fairy.

Unfortunately, now only the old ones remain.

In front of the statue of the main hall.

An old Taoist in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and a seven-star crown sits cross-legged on a futon, drowsy.

The old man has white beard and hair, his face is like chicken skin and is full of wrinkles, and he is at least 80 years old.

"Master, Aunt Chen has already prepared dinner, you can eat now!!" A slim figure with delicate and pretty face about sixteen or seventeen years old entered the door.

This stunning girl is dressed in a navy blue taoist robe and a female crown, with her long hair coiled in the female crown.

With a melon seed face, crescent moon eyebrows, and white skin like frost, matching her loose Taoist robe, she looks like a fairy in heaven.

The old Taoist woke up from his drowsiness:

"It's Linger!"

"You and your aunt can eat it, the teacher doesn't want to eat it now!"

The stunning girl frowned slightly, and said coquettishly: "Master, didn't you teach your students to have three meals a day on time?"

"Why don't you obey it yourself?"

The old man smiled and shook his head.

"You girl, do you still dare to teach the master a lesson?"

"Hurry up and eat, I'm old after all as a teacher, the food I eat is digested too slowly, I can't compare with you!"

"Hey, master, you are used to... In your words, you are used to double standards!"

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and deliberately put on a stern face: "You girl, has the "Misty Qi Training Art" broken through the sixth floor?",

"It's been half a year. With your aptitude, it's time for a breakthrough."

"Did you relax your practice and think about how to refine Baihua wine?"

"Hmph, you're a female cultivator, what's wrong with you, but you like to think about how to make wine. Is it because the teacher is too tolerant of you, or because the teacher is too old to carry a knife?"

The girl's pretty face collapsed, and she lowered her head pretending to be scolded, but her big watery eyes were wandering around:

"Yes, master, what you teach is right, it is all the fault of the disciples."

"Ling'er will practice hard in the future and will never disappoint your expectations."

"Oh, Aunt Chen should be in a hurry!"

"Master, disciple, let Aunt Chen keep the food warm for you first!"

The old man glared at her: "You girl, forget it, I'm too lazy to talk about you, go and go!"

The stunning girl turned her head and walked out of the main hall as if she had received an amnesty.

The old Taoist sighed, feeling helpless towards his only disciple.

Raising his head, looking at the statue of the Emperor of Heaven, the old Taoist gradually became fascinated, and various thoughts were mixed in his mind:

"Enlightenment and Ascension!"

"Hehe, it's finally a dream!"

"I, Han Shou, will embarrass my fellow travelers on Earth!"

For a while, the deepest memories in my mind surged:
"Traveling through 60 years, or traveling through the world of Xianxia for 60 years, I thought I was the protagonist in Xianxia novels!"

"No matter how bad it is, you can live forever. I never thought that after 50 years of cultivation, I'm still just a small fish with nine levels of Qi training."

"When I was 24 years old, I traveled from the earth to this world of Great Flame where immortality is flourishing."

"The writers who write novels on Earth are indeed deceiving!"

"Once you pass through Goldfinger, you will only be late, not late!"

"Hetui!"

"I'm nearing the end of my lifespan now, but I haven't even seen the shadow of Goldfinger!"

Han Shou's mind was agitated, and all kinds of strange thoughts flew around.

"Hey, I really want to see my hometown on earth again, I really want to see my parents again..."

"I really want to go back to my grandma's house to see if the plum tree I planted when I was young has any fruit?"

"I don't know if the junior high school belle is still alive?"

"The one you had a crush on in high school should be full of children and grandchildren now, right?"

"I really want to go back to my youth and talk about an unforgettable love."

"If it wasn't for this damn timetravel, I should even have a grandson at my age, right?"

The more I think about it, the more aggrieved and uncomfortable I feel.

"Gengu, Gengu, hateful Gengu aptitude!"

"Traveling through a journey, but limited by my poor aptitude, I tried my best to learn from teachers everywhere, and it took ten years to get the opportunity to join the master's sect!"

"It's a pity that the master is not only a casual cultivator, he was also seriously injured and passed away in just half a year."

"I can only grope for penance alone."

"Cultivating the immortal way is difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

"For 50 years, there have been countless trials and tribulations in life and death, and in the end, I only reached the ninth level of Qi training, which is one step away from the enlightened state of prolonging life and transformation, but it has become a natural moat!"

……

Resentment, remorse, and nostalgia mixed together, making Han Shou clenched his fists.

At this moment, a faint voice without emotion resounded in my mind:

"The channel between the two worlds is successfully anchored!"

"The passage between the two worlds has been solidified!"

"Calibrated position: Primordial Universe!"

"Calibrated position: Great Flame World!"

"There are still 5 seconds before the opening of the soul channel!"

Han Shou was startled, then his eyes widened suddenly.

"Is this the sound I heard when I traveled 60 years ago?"

"I'm going to time travel again?"

"5"

"4"

Feeling agitated, he jumped up on the spot with a "bass", and the true energy in the meridians surged violently, turning into a gust of wind and rushing into the quiet room in less than a breath.

Motivated by his true energy, Han Shou used his true energy to send a voice transmission to the stunning girl and Aunt Chen who was in charge of cooking: "Ling'er, Xiao Chen, I have a feeling for Pindao, and we will start retreating."

"If Pindao doesn't leave the customs, don't bother Pindao no matter what!"

"2"

"1"

"Om~"

Han Shou just sat down on the futon in the quiet room, locked the door, his body froze, his head drooped as if dead.

The birthmark on the left arm shoots out a Yin-Yang Tai Chi floating on the top.

His illusory soul actually floated out from the top of his head and flew into the Taiji diagram above his head.

……

When Han Shou regained consciousness, he looked at the creepy scene in front of him in a daze.

The sky was gray.

The ground is dark brown sandstone Gobi.

A long line of dragons was escorted by soldiers wearing ancient armor on their way across the vast expanse of land.

The people in the team were all illusory translucent bodies, like ghosts.

He looked down at himself.

Han Shou's whole body is not well.

His body is almost completely transparent and more illusory than other ghosts parading in line.

There is no real tactile sensation when you reach out and touch it, it directly penetrates the body, as if the physical body does not exist at all.

"Junior boy, hurry up!"

"You must get to the underworld as soon as possible. If you are late, you will easily change. The danger in this nether world is not much less than that in the prehistoric world." A soldier wearing a copper-colored armor reminded loudly beside him.

It was only then that Han Shou discovered that he was also a member of the escorted team.

"Oh, ok, ok!"

The soldier was very talkative and had a friendly attitude: "Boy, which tribe were you from during your lifetime?"

"Why is the soul so weak?"

"what?"

Before Han Shou could think of an answer, the soldiers had already said to themselves:
"Your soul body is so weak, what will you do when you get to the underworld?"

"Thanks to Empress Pingxin for taking pity on the human race, and now there is a shortage of Yin soldiers in the underworld. Our human race has been ordered by the empress to serve as Yin soldiers in the underworld as long as they are suitable, so that we don't have to suffer from reincarnation!"

"Like me, as long as I practice hard and do my best to accumulate merit, it's not impossible to become the Yin God of the Underworld one day. At that time, longevity and long-term vision will be nothing but leisure."

The soldier looked at Han Shou and shook his head and sighed, "Poor, sorry!"

"Boy, with your weak soul, I'm afraid you will lose the election and have to reincarnate."

"Hey!"

Han Shou: ...

This brother Yin soldier came to Versailles face to face, right?
(End of this chapter)