Netherworld Chapter 123: The Emperor's Treasury (4)
The food at Dimai is extremely rich, with a variety of game and vegetarian dishes, which made me drool as I haven't eaten meat for a long time.
In the city, you can’t eat such wild food. The wildest thing I have ever eaten is frog...
While I was chewing something that looked like a chicken leg, I said to the Taoist priest: Eat, eat, eat! If you can't finish it, take it away.
The old Taoist looked at me, shook his head and sighed, but still reached out to pick up the chopsticks and took a few bites of food.
The Jiao Ye smelled the fragrance, and quickly jumped out of his pocket and rushed to the pile of meat. This guy was so unkind that he wrapped a plate of fried and fragrant meat slices with his body, buried his head and ate it with relish. From time to time, he raised his head and looked at me alertly. Seeing that I didn't move, he buried his head again.
I was too lazy to care about it. There were so many delicious foods, why would I compete with a female snake like you? Besides, that plate of meat was already sprayed with your saliva, and I didn't want to kiss a female snake indirectly.
After eating for a while, I wiped my mouth and stopped when I felt my stomach was full.
The dragon was still eating desperately, its small body was like a bottomless pit, it had already eaten three plates of meat, but its body remained unchanged. I really wondered if there was a wormhole in its mouth leading to the outer universe.
The old Taoist didn't eat anything. He occasionally took a few bites of food and just sat there.
Although he didn't move or even blink, I could tell that he was not in a daze. It was more like he was looking at the outside world through the closed door.
Seeing that I had finished eating, the Taoist priest stood up and said, "Let's go."
Huh? Are you leaving now? Aren't you going to pack up...
The old Taoist opened the door and walked out. I looked at the table full of food reluctantly, then picked up Jiao Ye and ran out.
Mr. Jiao was eating happily when suddenly his eyes were empty and the meat was gone...
It shook its head, a little confused. Then it came to its senses and looked at me. Suddenly, its eyes widened and it bit my hand.
This guy is really a dog, he is still protecting his food...
The people guarding the door followed us and asked as we walked: Where do you want to go? Do you want to walk around or take a rest?
The old Taoist said: Rest.
The men nodded, said please, and then took us to an area that looked like a mountain village.
There are too many people in the Imperial Bloodline, scattered all over the country, and many branches have integrated into modern society.
Therefore, the amount of information flowing in here every day is huge. If it is integrated, it will shock the world.
This is why the old Taoist initially doubted that someone was helping the Emperor. If the Emperor of Heaven was resurrected and unified Qinling again, the future of this world would be hard to predict.
Technology is not always a panacea.
However, in this small mountain village, things related to technology can be seen everywhere.
It was a two-story building with modern appliances such as electric lights and refrigerators. This was really surprising because I hadn't seen these things for a long time.
The person who brought us here said: There are actually very few such arrangements. There are many branches that adhere to tradition and are unwilling to make changes due to technology.
But even so, it is enough to amaze people. In the Qinling Mountains, these practitioners can actually connect with the secular world.
However, there are no consumer electronics such as televisions, computers, air conditioners, etc.
After all, their lives are centered around spiritual practice.
Therefore, when God is about to confer a great responsibility on a person, he must first make his heart and mind suffer, his muscles and bones tired, and his body hungry... This is not said in vain; being born in sorrow and dying in comfort is the true portrayal of these practitioners.
The various decorations in the house still retain the traditional style, without too many fancy things.
The old Taoist priest and I sat on the wooden chairs in the lobby, and someone immediately brought us tea.
This is the Tiangong Wufeng of the Emperor's Vein. It is said that it was planted by the Emperor himself and only produces 500 kilograms per year. Someone introduced it.
I don't know much about tea. I can drink it but not taste it. But this Tiangong Wufeng is really good. It leaves a lingering fragrance and makes your mouth water.
You guys go out, we need to rest, the old Taoist said.
The man who brought the tea hummed and said: If the master has any instructions, just give me a shout.
The old Taoist nodded and watched everyone in the room leave.
After the door was closed, he hummed softly. It was obvious that the old Taoist was somewhat dissatisfied with the Emperor's cautious approach.
After a snort, the old Taoist touched his sleeve and took out the gold paper.
I looked over curiously and wanted to take it, but I was too embarrassed to ask.
The old Taoist seemed to know what I was thinking, so he put the gold paper on the table and let me take it.
This thing is not thin, about the same thickness as a one-yuan coin, but very light, no different from the weight of ordinary paper. The most peculiar thing is that the surface is golden and smooth, but when I look at myself, I can't see my face.
In other words, this thing does not have the function of reflecting light and shadow.
What a strange material! I was very curious, so I asked the Taoist: What is this thing used for?
It’s useless for the time being, the old Taoist priest replied.
Huh? I was shocked. Why did you take out such useless things? Isn't this cheating me? Does Dimai offer a seven-day return policy?
Although there is no dragon energy to suppress it, it has been sealed for a long time and needs to be unlocked by special Taoist methods. It is not appropriate here. The old Taoist explained.
I said "oh" and knew what he meant.
But after turning the gold paper over and over, I couldn't help but ask: What can this thing be used for after it is unsealed? Can it be used to take pictures of people? Is it a little too thin...
This is actually something related to your Eight Ropes, and it records the way to awaken the heavens, said the old Taoist priest.
What is the way to enlightenment? I am completely confused.
The so-called "Qi" means the beginning. It is the root of all things, the source of all things, and the beginning of all things. The old Taoist said: The eight ropes are used to carry on the way of heaven, to open the revelation of heaven, and to carry on the way of heaven.
My head was completely confused and I quickly waved my hands and said: Okay, okay, I really don’t understand, just get to the point.
The old Taoist sighed and said: This is a book without words.
The wordless book of heaven... I was immediately surprised, this is a good thing.
I often see these four words in various novels, movies, TV series, and mythological stories, but...what is the wordless heavenly book...
The way the old Taoist looked at me was almost the same as the way he looked at 1 plus 1, which made me feel really stupid.
Forget it, you will understand it when you can. The old Taoist shook his head and said: The wordless heavenly book is the scripture of the sky, which echoes the source of your eight ropes and can help you practice. And its material, according to legend, is a fairy wood, which is as light as a weight, but indestructible. If you really can't understand it in the future...
Well, just use it as a shield. The old Taoist sighed again.
From his accent, I sounded like a fool who had ground diamonds into round shapes to use as marbles.
But am I so stupid?
Well, considering the dangers in the future, I think I might really be that stupid.
However, speaking of the wordless heavenly book, I am curious about the treasure that the old Taoist took away for myself.
What is that gold leaf used for?
The old Taoist did not give a direct answer to this question, but chose to avoid it: If you want the pill now, I will separate it.
I thought about it, put the Wordless Book on the table and pushed it towards him: "You should keep it. I don't even have a big pocket. I will lose such a good thing later. When this is over, you can give it to me."
The old Taoist nodded, did not refuse, took the gold paper and put it into his sleeve.
The so-called wordless heavenly book should be very powerful. But the old Taoist said it in a very general way, and without casting a spell to unlock it, it also seemed very ordinary.
So, I really have no interest in this page of gold paper.
If I had known this earlier, I would have asked the Taoist priest to choose a powerful elixir for me that would allow me to quickly upgrade and become invincible.
But this is just my fantasy. If such a pill really existed, the Emperor of Heaven would have eaten it as if it were candy.
The Jiao Ye crawled around in my hand and had a lot of fun. Seeing its joy, I suddenly felt sorry for it because when I was choosing the treasure, I never thought about what the Jiao Ye wanted.
This guy died in his previous life because of me and the Taoist priest. I have always felt guilty about not letting him down.
It's like I broke into a house and beat the owner to death. There's no way to explain this. Although practitioners are ruthless, they think this is normal. Although to ordinary people, I can be considered a Su Po Man with my underwear exposed, but psychologically, I am no different from ordinary people.
Seeing how affectionate Jiao Ye was to me, I suddenly felt sad. I touched its smooth snake body, and it looked at me, spit on my fingers twice, and then continued to wander around.
Afterwards, the Taoist priest and I sat in the lobby for a while and then went to rest.
When I got up again, it was already the next morning. Someone had brought in food and placed it on the coffee table in the lobby. When I went downstairs, the Taoist priest had almost finished his porridge.
The protagonist is different, he gets his lunch box faster than others. I ran downstairs, not even bothering to brush my teeth, and went straight to the porridge bowl. Because Mr. Jiao had already rushed downstairs when I opened the door, and he also watched the porridge climbing up.
Damn it, that's rice porridge! Not broth! Steal your sister!
At this time, I heard the person who delivered the food say: These days, things are not peaceful. There are news coming from everywhere, and many places are experiencing unusual phenomena. Two people have already claimed that they saw the ghost messenger from the underworld. It seems that the day when the Emperor of Heaven will be resurrected is approaching.
