My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 1 The Secret Trap
cold!cold!

This was Song Lin's first feeling, as if he was in a dark and closed ice cave, his blood was about to freeze.

The chest is stuffy, and I can't breathe, like a big stone is pressing on the chest, if I don't die from the cold, I will be suffocated to death.

"Ah!"

Song Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Why does this nightmare seem real? I won't read more strange stories in the future, I always have nightmares."

He sighed softly, feeling a little thirsty, so he sat up.

The room was pitch black, pitch black.

"Student Xiao Ai, turn on the light."

"...Turn on the lights!"

what happened?The light is broken?
After his eyes got used to the darkness a little, Song Lin noticed something was wrong.

Dark mud walls, a tiled roof, no extra furniture around, a wooden table and two chairs.

The body was covered with a patched quilt.

what happened?Where is my computer?What about the refrigerator?What about the air conditioner?Life-scale electric inflator... Ahem, what about the bicycle air pump?
"This is... ah!!"

Song Lin had a splitting headache and clutched his head in pain, as strange memories flooded his mind.

This is the memory of a strange boy named Song Lin.

It has been three years since the 16 years old was selected by the head of the fairy to join the Wulaoxuankeguan.

I thought it was a blessing to cultivate immortals, but I didn't expect it to be the beginning of a nightmare.

He worked as a drug-collecting boy under Dianzao in the Taoist warehouse, got up before dawn, and only went to bed late at night, almost all year round, enjoying the blessings.

Finally, a few days ago, Song Lin inadvertently inhaled the moss when he was digging the plague moss in the wild, and he has been in a coma ever since.

There are very few memories in my mind, only a rough memory, but I roughly know that this world is not the earth I used to know, but a world of witchcraft and magic, where demons are rampant.

Song Lin has not recovered until now.

How did I come to this world?
He vaguely remembered the day he crossed over, and 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 folder on the table and lit the oil lamp.

There is a dark yellow booklet beside the bed, the cover is thick oil paper, and there are a few large characters written in cinnabar on it: "Taishang Zhengyi Boy's Secret Book"

Open the booklet, and on the far right is the Wulei protection seal of Wulaoxuan Keguan, with Song Lin's name and birth date written in cinnabar handwriting, as well as bright red handprints.

In the center is a complex talisman, surrounded by patterns of various gods and goddesses.

The moment he saw this object, a memory came to Song Lin's mind.

This is the talisman of Xuanke Temple, which is similar to the ID card of the Taoist version. Only after receiving the talisman is the person of the Taoist temple.

The function of the law is more powerful than the ID card.

After receiving the talisman, the name of Tiancao is recorded, the yin talisman eliminates the case, and gods and ghosts do not invade.

And the dharma will be upgraded according to the depth of the Tao, and the dharma of different stages can use the corresponding magical powers.

Squeak!

At this time, the door slowly opened.

A person walked in. This person was thin, with dark skin, shrewd eyes, and a strong smell of medicine.

This person's name is Zhang Jin, who is Song Lin's roommate, and the bed next to him belongs to Zhang Jin.

When Zhang Jin saw Song Lin, he was surprised and said, "God, you are awake. Lord Dianzao said, if you don't wake up, I will throw you 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, there was this person in his memory, otherwise no one would know him, and he would really be caught and fed to the dog up.

"Are you dead? Come out to work if you're not dead!"

A big man's thick voice came from outside the door.

A tall, bearded, purple-clothed fat man stepped in. This man had a strange appearance, and there were two green eyes rolling around on his right forearm.

"Hey, you look pretty good, are you pretending?" The big man in purple had a jade talisman on his waist, and he wrote the "Taishang Sanwudu Gong Sutra".

"Greetings to Daoist Wude." Zhang Jin bowed down immediately when he saw this person, and at the same time secretly flirted with Song Lin.

Song Lin immediately understood and followed behind to salute.

Judging from the talisman jade talisman on his waist, this person's level is one level higher than his own, and he is an official Taoist monk who opened the altar and a monk who received the gong talisman.

The jade talisman of the law is similar to a jade pendant, and it is used to show that the talisman received by the Taoist priest is used for official positions.

The talisman on Song Lin's body is called Tongzilu, which is just the lowest level Taoist boy, and his status is incomparable with others.

"Aren't you dead? Just work if you're not dead. Next time you find yourself slacking off, you'll get lost and feed the dogs."

Taoist Wude snorted coldly, and the green eyes in his right hand burst out with bright red murderous intent. The two trembled and hurriedly confessed their crimes, and then the big man walked out of the door.

"No Virtue, No Virtue, Sure enough, there is no wrong nickname." Song Lin said in a low voice.

In Yuanshen's memory, this immoral Taoist priest was cruel and merciless, often asking 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 someone a Taoist?" Zhang Jin sighed, "Let's go, let's go out to work too."

Ordinary people have been practicing for several years to develop a sense of qi, and they have received the boy's talisman.

This stage is also called Taoist boy, unable to receive Taoist orthodoxy, at most able to strengthen his body, use some tricks and rough martial arts, and his status is lower than that of formal Taoist priests.

Only when the Tongzilu has practiced to a certain extent can he be awarded the Du Gonglu and become an entry-level Taoist priest.

The two walked out the door.

Xuankeguan is located on the edge of the busy city, covering a vast area, and there are thousands of handymen and Taoists alone.

The Taoist boys shuttled through the corridors in a hurry, carrying water, firewood, or leading strange animals.

Every intersection is guarded by three-foot-tall Taoist soldiers wearing yellow scarves.

The Taoist priests came and went, either by flying, or through walls, and some of them rode sedan chairs carried by paper figurines.

Song Lin's eyes were wide open, and the world in front of him was full of strange and fantastic colors, and he couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

Having digested the memories of his previous life, and knowing that the world follows the truth of the jungle, Taoist priests can control Taoist boys at will.

Just like his predecessor, even if he died from poisoning, no one would 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."

Zhang Jin has endless visions in his eyes, as long as he survives, he will have a smooth road to the sky.

Song Lin smiled inwardly when he saw this, he was still too naive.

Just like the stunned youth who just entered the society, he always feels that he can become a senior executive of the company with his own intelligence, but in fact it is all predetermined.

Even if it is fair competition; resources, contacts, and platforms are all on the people who are related, so what do you use to compete with them?

Of course, Song Lin is not someone who gives up lightly, as long as he finds an opportunity, he might as well become a Taoist priest.

Anyway, he didn't want to be a Daoist boy for the rest of his life. If he went on like this, he would be poisoned to death by the new medicinal herbs.

The two walked out of the promenade, passed through the grove, and saw the cliffs all the way.

The cliff was hundreds of feet high, and the two of them stood at the bottom, and a yellow-green human face was faintly visible ten feet above.

"Go up!" Zhang Jin jumped up and flew up a foot, using both hands and feet, stepped on the protruding stones of the cliff, and came to that place after a while.

Song Lin followed suit, stepping on rocks and rock crevices to a height of ten feet.

The Daoist who grants the Tongzilu also has Taoism, that is, those who have just started to enter the regular period. At this stage, a sense of qi will be produced, and the insignificant zhenqi can strengthen the physical fitness.

In the secular world, he can be regarded as a first-class martial arts master.

Coming to the edge of the cliff ten feet above, Song Lin suddenly discovered that the yellow face pattern he saw just now was actually a kind of moss.

It was covered with yellow powder, and the moss was constantly wriggling, as if it was alive.

This is the plague moss.

Usually born in a miasma-filled mountain forest, it is said that it is the footprint left by the God of Plague.

Zhang Jin covered his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth, untied the hemp rope wrapped around his waist, tied one part around his waist, and tied the other part to the protruding stone.

Then he took out the cloth bag and shovel from his arms, and carefully shoveled off the moss bit by bit.

"Brother Song Lin, you have to be careful. The powder is highly poisonous. Last time you inhaled this stuff and passed out."

"Be quick with your hands and feet, finish it before dark, this batch of moss is worth two Dao Gong, half of each of us."

Zhang has been in the door for eight years and has much more experience than Song Lin.

The two dug moss at a height of ten feet above the ground, and controlled the force not to be too strong, so as not to stir up powder into the mouth and nose.

The difficulty was very high, and Song Lin realized that it was no wonder that the death rate of the herb-picking boys was so high.

Song Lin sighed inwardly, tied up the safety rope, and took out the tools he had prepared in advance. This is the end of the matter, let's live with the situation.

At this time, there was a crawling sound above the two of them.

(End of this chapter)