Cold! Cold!

This was Song Lin’s first feeling, as if he was in a dark and closed ice cave, his blood was almost frozen.

My chest is stuffy and I can't breathe, like a big stone pressing on my chest, and I will be suffocated to death if I don't get cold to death.

"Oh!"

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

"Why is this nightmare really like it? I will read less weird stories in the future and always have nightmares."

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

The room was covered in darkness.

"Student Xiao Ai, turn on the lights."

“… Turn on the lights!”

What's going on? This light is broken?

After his eyes slightly adapted to the darkness, Song Lin found something was wrong.

The dark mud walls are covered with tiled roofs above the head, and there is no extra furniture around them, a wooden table and two chairs.

The body is covered with patched quilts.

What's going on? What about my computer? What about the refrigerator? What about the air conditioner? What about the live proportional electric inflation... Cough cough, what about the bicycle inflation pump?

"This is...ah!!"

Song Lin had a split headache and covered his head in pain, and strange memories surged into his heart.

This is the memory of a strange boy, whose name is Song Lin.

He was selected by the immortal leader at the age of sixteen and joined the Wu Lao Xuanke Temple. It has been three years since then.

I thought it was to cultivate immortals and enjoy happiness, but I didn’t expect it to be the beginning of a nightmare.

He was a herb-collecting boy under the Taoist temple warehouse Dianzao. He got up before dawn and rested late at night. He almost never stopped for a year, enjoying blessings.

Finally, a few days ago, when Song Lin was digging plague air demon moss in the wild, he accidentally inhaled the moss and fell into a coma until now.

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

Song Lin hasn't come back to his senses until now.

Why did you come to this world?

He vaguely remembers that day he traveled through time and bought an ancient book in the antique market, which recorded many mythical 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 stick on the table and lit the oil lamp.

There is a dark yellow booklet at the head of the bed, with thick oil paper on the cover, and a few big words written in cinnabar: "The Secret Tale of the Taishang Zhengyi Boy"

Open the booklet, the Wulei Xuanke Temple's Five Thunder Body Seal is covered with the far right. The cinnabar handwriting describes Song Lin's name and birth date, as well as bright red handprints.

The center is a complex talisman, and the surroundings are various patterns of gods and celestial women.

The moment she saw this thing, memory emerged in Song Lin's mind.

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

The function of the magic talisman is even more powerful than that of the ID card.

After receiving the talisman, the name of the Heavenly Cathedral was recorded, and the Yin Talisman eliminated the case, and the gods and ghosts were not invaded.

In addition, the magic talisman will be improved according to the depth of the Taoist practice, and the magic talismans at different stages can use corresponding magic powers.

Squeak!

At this moment, the door slowly opened.

A person came in. He was thin, dark-skinned, with very smart eyebrows and eyes, and a strong smell of medicine on his body.

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

When Zhang Jin saw Song Lin, he was surprised and said, "Master God, you are awake. Lord Dian Zao said that if you don't wake up, you will throw you into the beast garden to feed the dog."

"Ahem, I woke up and my head was confused." 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 be caught and fed to the dog.

"Didn't you die? You're not dead and come out to work!"

The loud voice of the man came from outside the door.

A tall, purple-clad fat man stepped in. The man looked weird and had two green eyeballs growing on his right forearm.

"Oh, my complexion is pretty good, are you pretending?" The purple-clothed man also had a volume of magic talisman around his waist, and wrote the book "The Book of the Three and Five Du Gongshu Jinglu".

"Greetings to Master Wude." When Zhang Jin saw this person, he immediately bowed down and secretly gave Song Lin a look.

Song Lin immediately understood and followed behind and bowed.

Judging from the magic talismans at your waist, this person's level is one level higher than himself. He is a formal Taoist priest who has received the merits of the capital.

The magic talisman on Song Lin's body is called the Boy's Talisman. He is just the lowest level Taoist boy and cannot compare with his status.

"Are you not dead? If you don't die, work. Next time you find that you are lazy, I will get out and feed the dogs."

Taoist Wude snorted coldly, and the green eyes on his right hand burst into bright red murderous intent. The two of them were trembling and hurriedly accused them. Then the big man walked out of the door.

"No virtue or virtue, there is indeed no wrong nickname." Song Lin whispered.

In the original memory, this unvirtuous and ruthless master often asked them to work before dawn and do it day and night.

Song Lin was not the first victim, and many people had died before him.

"Hey, who said he was a Taoist priest?" Zhang Jin sighed, "Let's go, let's go out to work too."

Mortals have developed a sense of qi after practicing for several years, and have received the Boy's Talisman.

This stage is also called a Taoist boy. He cannot teach Taoist teachings and can strengthen his body at most. He uses some tricks and rough fist martial arts, and his status is lower than that of a formal Taoist priest.

Only when the Boy's Talisman practices to a certain level can he teach the Du Gong Talisman to become an introductory Taoist priest.

The two walked out of the door.

Xuanke Temple is located on the edge of a downtown city and covers a large area, with thousands of Taoist children alone.

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

At every intersection, there are Taoist soldiers wearing yellow turbans and three meters tall.

Taoists are flying or passing through walls, and some are called sedan chairs carried by paper men.

Song Lin's eyes widened, and the world in front of him was full of strange and fantastic colors, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

After digesting the memories of the predecessor, he knew that this world pursued the truth that the strong prey on the weak, and Taoist priests could control Taoist children at will.

Just like his predecessor, even if he was poisoned to death, no one would look at him.

Only by becoming a Taoist priest can one control one's own destiny, Song Lin thought so.

"Hey, stop being idle. Taoist priests also came from Taoist priests. Let's work hard to accumulate Taoist priests, and sooner or later we will be promoted to Taoist priests."

Zhang Jin's eyes have endless longings, and as long as he gets through it, he will be smooth and smooth.

Seeing this, Song Lin smiled in his heart, but he was still too naive.

Just like a young man who has just entered society, he always feels that he can become a senior company with his intelligence and talent, but in fact he is all determined to be a member of the company.

Even if it is fair competition, resources, connections, and platforms are all about people with relationships, what do you use to compete with others?

Of course, Song Lin is not a person who gives up easily. As long as he finds an opportunity, he may become a Taoist priest.

Anyway, he doesn't want to be a Taoist boy for the rest of his life. If he continues like this, he will not be exhausted and will be poisoned to death by new medicinal herbs.

The two walked out of the corridor, walked through the woods, and saw the cliffs from afar.

The cliff is a hundred feet high, and the two of them stand at the bottom, and a yellow-green person can be seen vaguely above ten feet.

"Go up!" Zhang Jin jumped, flew up one foot, and stepped on the raised stones on the cliff. He came to that place soon.

Song Lin followed suit and walked through the stones and cracks to a height of ten feet.

Taoist children who teach the boy's talisman also have Taoist practices, which is the first to enter the samadhi period. At this stage, they will produce a sense of qi, and insignificant true qi can strengthen physical fitness.

He is also considered a first-class martial arts master in the secular world.

When he arrived at the edge of the cliff ten feet above, Song Lin suddenly realized that the yellow face pattern he had just seen was actually a kind of moss.

It was covered with yellow powder, and the moss kept wriggling, as if there was life.

This is the plague demon moss.

It is usually born in the mountains and forests covered with miasma. It is said that it is the footprints left by the plague god descending to earth.

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

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

"Brother Song Lin, you have to be careful. The powder is highly toxic. The last time you sucked this thing and fell into a coma."

"I'm quick to do it. I've finished it before dark. This batch of moss is worth two Taoist skills, and we're half of it."

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

The two of them dig moss at altitude ten feet away from the ground, and they should also control their strength not to be too strong, so as not to stir up the powder to fly into their mouths and noses.

The difficulty was very high, and Song Lin realized that no wonder the mortality rate of boys who collected herbs was so high.

Song Lin sighed in his heart, tied the safety rope, took out the tools prepared in advance, and things have come to this point, let's take care of the situation.
Chapter completed!