Covering the sky: At the beginning, the emperor invited me to become a fairy

Chapter 182 Dig out an old rice dumpling

In the depths of the universe, a majestic star freezes in the void.

There are strands of fairy mist around it, changing nine colors from time to time, it is really strange and magnificent.

If a monk can look at it from afar from the starry sky outside the territory, it will look like a divine bead, shining brightly and radiantly.

At this time, it was above this ancient star.

The night is low, and there is the sun that sprinkles the soft and clear light on the world.

Two figures, one big and one small, were shuttling between the deserted mountains.

There are lightning flashes on both of them, and they are extremely fast.

It is difficult for ordinary people's naked eyes to catch, but those two people often cover thousands of miles in one step.

The leader is a fat Taoist priest with a bloated body and a red face, holding something like a compass, and muttering words in his mouth.

And beside him was a little Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, about ten years old. He tightly held the corner of the fat Taoist priest's clothes, shivering uncontrollably.

Finally, the fat Taoist stopped and stood on a cliff.

He immediately opened his eyes and looked around the valley in front of him, a faint light overflowed from his eyes.

"It's really amazing!" The fat Taoist said excitedly, as if he had beaten chicken blood:

"Look! This ancient ridge stretches for tens of thousands of miles, but it seems to have been cut off here, turning into a dragon with a severed head."

The fat Taoist priest seemed to want to point out the little Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, and even specially illuminated the mountain here with mana.

However, perhaps for the sake of being unobtrusive, the light was slightly weak, only illuminating the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

The little Taoist priest didn't seem to be used to this kind of battle, his face was pale at this time, the two were fighting, and his voice trembled:
"Wow, the dragon with a severed head is so scary, Mr. Duan, let's go back to rest first, and then dig in during the day."

Hearing this, Taoist Duan widened his eyes like copper bells, and reprimanded dissatisfiedly:

"Did you not read carefully the funeral scriptures I passed to you? Huh?"

The little Taoist lowered his head rather guiltyly.

Taoist Duan showed a "I knew it" expression of hating iron but not steel:
"Don't waste time on the incomplete exercises that Master Ni passed on to you!"

"If you want to revive the sect, it doesn't matter if your cultivation base can't improve!"

"Damn! Both of you master and apprentice are dead-brained..."

Obviously, this is not the first time that the little Taoist priest has been "passive and sabotage", and Taoist priest Duan seems to be quite helpless.

So he simply sat down on the ground and began to slack off, while Taoist Duan kept saying something:

"Brother Zhong, you entrusted this kid to me because you valued your brother, but unfortunately, brother is useless! No matter how much he teaches, he won't listen to me, so how can I have the face to see you again in the future?"

Hearing Taoist Duan carried out his dead master, the little Taoist immediately became anxious and said in a hurry:

"Master, I was wrong! I will definitely study hard!"

"Really?" Taoist Duan squinted his eyes, and there was a cunning flash in his eyes.

"Really, really!" The little Taoist nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Hey! I'm just waiting for your words!" Taoist Duan jumped up, and with his backhand, he pinched the little Taoist under his arm, and jumped off the cliff.

"Oh, uncle, I'm afraid of heights..."

Broken whimpers came from the hunting wind.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, the fat Taoist lit a candle made of unknown fat, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

The little Taoist tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, not daring to let out a breath, and begged in a low voice:

"Oh, uncle, it's too dark here, let's come back during the day."

Hearing this, the fat Taoist glanced at him, and suddenly said in a serious tone:
"It's just that it's better if the night is dark and the wind is high."

However, it seemed that he had a lot of trust in the fat Taoist priest, and the little Taoist priest was not frightened.

Of course, it is also possible that he has long been used to being scared on weekdays.

"Come on, let Uncle Master teach you again."

When mentioning his profession, Taoist Duan seemed to be a different person with a serious face.

He led the little Taoist and pointed to the surrounding mountains. The latter looked like they had been cut off by someone, and there were no more or no less, exactly nine.

"This kind of terrain, laymen definitely can't see the way to it. And those who only know a little superficially, they will only think it is a fierce place like a 'decapitated dragon', but experts like us are different—— "

Having said that, Taoist Duan proudly puffed out his chest:
"Look carefully, the nine dragons were not actually beheaded, they just fell into the ground."

"Earth dragons gather together, this is the legendary terrain of riding a dragon and flying immortals, it is definitely a treasure land that surpasses the heavens and the earth!"

Speaking of the latter, Taoist Duan became more and more excited, and couldn't help but slapped his thigh hard.

The little Taoist was confused when he heard it, but he understood a little bit, and he was going to dig the soil again...

Thinking of this, the little Taoist priest's face suddenly collapsed, and he pouted, a hundred times unhappy.

Taoist Duan pretended not to see it, and while illuminating the haze with a candle, he used a compass to confirm the exact location of the Earth Dragon's gathering.

Finally, the fat Taoist stopped in a place overgrown with weeds.

He got down on the ground, observed the surface carefully, picked up a pinch of soil from time to time and sniffed lightly, and finally his eyes lit up, and his big mouth almost reached the base of his ears:
"Hey, good, no comrades have been here before."

After the words fell, the fat Taoist threw out a shovel made of some kind of black iron, and his eyes signaled to the little Taoist, dig!
When dealing with this kind of rare terrain, one must be cautious, and not rely too much on mana, otherwise you will definitely die in an ugly way.

The latter, as if resigned to fate, held a shovel and dug at the place designated by the fat Taoist priest.

Strange to say, the little Taoist looked thin and weak, but when he picked up the shovel, he was fierce and fierce, and a big hole was opened in an instant.

Don't underestimate this point, digging soil is actually a delicate job, and the things and soil dug out need to be sorted and methodical.

For a young Taoist priest at this age, to be able to do what he sees is truly a gift.

Taoist Duan rested leisurely on an old tree beside him, squinting his eyes.

He can see things that ordinary people can't see.

There seems to be a black sun in the little Taoist priest's body, which absorbs the ghost energy and deters the evil spirits, so he can go all the way unimpeded.

Not bad, not bad, really a rare good seedling, born to do our job.

Daoist Duan, who was able to take a leisurely stroll aside, couldn't help but think happily of the little Taoist priest doing the work for him.

At the same time, the voice of the little Taoist came from the pit:

"Uncle, I heard from them that robbing tombs will be punished by heaven."

Hearing this, Daoist Duan's face was filled with black lines:

"Bah! This is not tomb robbery, it's archaeology, do you understand archaeology?"

Taoist Duan became more and more angry, and shouted:

"You unlucky boy, don't listen to outsiders' gossip, and dig it for me!"

"when--"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of shovels, the nine-color fairy light soared into the sky, reflecting the barren mountains in the middle of the night like a fairyland.

Taoist Duan was so shocked that he also fell from the tree and landed on his head.

The little Taoist slumped on the ground with a "slap", and said in a trembling voice:
"Uncle, we won't dig up zongzi, will we?!"

"What zongzi! Where did you hear these messy things?!"

Taoist Duan muttered, turned into a rainbow light, and fell into the pit.

Seeing the thing in the middle, Taoist Duan couldn't help being startled, and blurted out:
"I'll go, you're really an old rice dumpling!"

I saw that it was a huge source, with nine-colored fairy lights flickering on it, and the breath of eternity permeated the air.

A young man who didn't look much older than the little Taoist priest closed his eyes tightly, as if he was in a deep sleep.

And on his body, he was obviously wearing the clothes of the previous era.

　Everyone must distinguish the difference between archaeology and tomb robbery in reality.

　　The author here is out of the needs of the character, the fat Taoist is talking nonsense, please don't believe it.

　　(ps: This is not the end of the ancient times, but the middle period, about 50 years have passed since the end of the mythology)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)