"God is jealous of talented people. It's a pity that Master died young."

"Master, please come back often."

"Shut up."

Bai Mo looked at his two unreliable juniors and said, "Dafu, you have heard too many opera singers. Master has passed away. Xiaofu, just tell me that master is really back. You will serve him."

Think back to three days ago.

He was originally a young man with no house, car, or money on Blue Star. Suddenly, the system prompts echoed in his mind and he traveled through time.

Then, a collective mass penetration incident occurred.

Blue Star humans between the ages of fifteen and thirty-five travel to heaven and become NPCs.

These days, time travel is like looking for a job. If you are over thirty-five, I won’t care about you.

In the year 2200, Blue Star's technology developed rapidly, and with it the population exploded. Space colonization has already begun. There are at least a few billion people of working age, but they are scattered in the vast and vast world of heaven, like a handful of sand thrown into the sea.
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Heaven, in mythology, is supposed to be the world where gods live.

But reality is often far from satisfactory.

In the world of heaven that has gone through the Age of Ending Dharma for an unknown number of years, the immortals have long since disappeared, and countless Taoist traditions have withdrawn from the long river of history.

The remaining monks are at most in the realm of Qi refining, unable to resist the rule of the secular dynasty.

The arrival of NPC through time travel also heralds the beginning of the revival of spiritual energy in the heaven.

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[Current version 1.0 (Destiny): Lock on Blue Star humans and use NPC characters to promote changes in the situation in the heavens, waiting for the arrival of version 2.0 players from all over the world.]

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Based on the limited information, Bai Mo cannot estimate when the players will arrive.

He is in trouble now.

When the time comes, the system automatically matches the identity and arranges for the senior brothers of Qianji Sect. Excluding the one lying in the grave, there are currently three people in the family, one Taoist temple, three broken houses, three acres of farmland under Qianji Mountain, and two

An acre of vegetable land can produce a delicious meal every two to three months.

The old boss passed away, and among the funeral offerings, the only chicken was borrowed from the villagers down the mountain while licking his face.

There is no doubt that the life of monks is so miserable.

These days, conquering demons and slaying demons are all stories in story novels.

You can’t become famous even if you practice immortality, but you can still expect monsters to transform themselves into harmful people.

Stop making trouble, the hunter is thinking about the stronger beast all day long.

If you dare to shout loudly that you are a demon cultivator, maybe three or five big men will jump out and hold you down, treating it like a hysteria attack, and pour tons of black dog blood into your mouth, so that you will understand the determination of the people to break the feudal superstition.<

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Bai Mo was extremely reluctant to take over the position of head.

The Qianji Sect is poor and useless, but the old leader is still there. He can make a living from his job in villages and towns across the country, and his only competitor is the monks from Wan'an Temple.

When he took over, the competitiveness of the industry plummeted, and it was basically impossible to have a meal of meat for half a year.

Moreover, looking at the two junior brothers who were burning paper ingots on the side, I couldn't help but feel even more stressed.

If he dares to wander around the world, Dafu and Xiaofu promise to defeat the Qianji Sect within a month, and then live on the streets and starve to death.

"Hurry up and eat as soon as you finish your work."

When the big and fat Dafu and Xiaofu heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, and with a bang, they dumped the remaining half basket of paper ingots into the brazier.

The fire spread upwards, and the firelight shone on Bai Mo's helpless face, making it feel hot and stinging.

Alas~

Bai Mo sighed, luckily the weather was calm today, if a gust of wind blew away the fire, it would probably burn down Qianji Mountain and the Qianji Sect.

"Brother, when will dinner be served?"

Dafu’s round face and eyes are squeezed into slits. It’s really unbelievable that he can swell up even if he eats vegetarian food all day long.

"Return to the clan."

As soon as Bai Mo's words came out, Da Fu Dong ran straight to the Taoist temple like a rabbit.

The two of them were always thinking about the white chopped chicken in the sacrifice.

If Bai Mo hadn't been watching for three days, he would definitely be short of two chicken legs.

In terms of eating, even if you deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, you will be blessed no matter how big or small.

Based on my memory, I came to the conclusion that I am not as scared of hunger as I used to be.

I walked slowly and slowly to the Thousand Machine Sect, which was not far away. When I raised my head, I saw the three characters "Shi Ji Sect" on the plaque. I didn't go to the wrong door. Due to the disrepair, the word "Thousand Machines" faded into a cross.

Looking at the cracked exterior wall, there is always a feeling that it is about to collapse at any time.

"Brother, eat chicken."

There was only one chicken butt left on the plate pushed in front of him. Bai Mo suddenly lost his appetite: "I won't eat it, you can eat it."

Unexpectedly, Dafu quickly snatched it away with quick eyes and hands, and Xiaofu's chopsticks fell into the air.

Dafu shook it like a show off, stuffed it happily into his mouth and chewed it carefully. Xiaofu was so angry that he took two big bites to vent his dissatisfaction.

With the IQs of these two living treasures, it is no surprise that they will bid farewell to cultivating immortals in this life.

Halfway through the meal, Dafu suddenly stood up, found a wooden box filled with dust, and said, "Brother, this is a relic found in Master's room."

Bai Mo took the wooden box, shook off the dust, and opened the lid.

A book wrapped in wax paper rests inside the box.

Gong method? Tao method?

He tore open the wax paper and a yellowed book of exercises appeared in front of his eyes.

"Tiangong Taoist Canon"

"Qianji Sect inherits the Taoism."

It's a pity that Baimo can't learn it now.

Tiangong Daozang is the ultimate sub-class. The prerequisites require that the weapon refiner, talisman refiner, formation master, and mechanism master reach level ten, and then the job requirements are unlocked.

The key is the four sub-professions. There are pre-requisite basic sub-professions, which are clearly marked by Tiangong Daozang.

Speaking of which, the sub-professional Tiangong is consistent with the origin of the Thousand Machines Sect.

When Bai Mo inherited his identity, he also received his memory. Before the end of the Dharma, Qianji Sect served the Heavenly Court and was a state-owned unit for talent training and reserve of the Ministry of Heavenly Works.

To put it bluntly, those who join the Thousand Machine Sect will receive state-level treatment at first, and there will be many opportunities to enter the Heavenly Court as a senior technician.

Name: Bai Mo

Race: Human race

Template:NPC

Level:1

Experience:0/500

Realm: Refining Qi

Sub-career: None

HP:40/40

True value: 30/30

Experience value: 0

Attributes: Strength 2, Agility 2, Endurance 4, Spirit 3, Charm 1, Luck 1

Free attribute points: 0

Free skill points: 0

Evaluation: No evaluation, lest you feel inferior.

[Thousand Machines Qi Refining Art lv1 (5/1000)]

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[Tip: NPC’s three-day adaptation is over and the channel module is officially loaded.]

[Channel module is loading.]

【Loading successful.】

A translucent interface popped up in front of Bai Mo's eyes. He casually glanced at Dafu, who was still working hard, so he began to study the channel functions with confidence.
To be continued...