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Chapter 15
Duguzhuo has experienced too many mutations in his life. He quickly stabilized his emotions and asked the old monk: "Where is the child you mentioned? How do we contact the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"
"Well..." The old monk took out a wooden fish from nowhere, and knocked it "dangdangdang". "The poor monk wants to eat tofu. The tofu from Cunkou Widow Yang's tofu tastes the best. Will the young man be poor tomorrow morning? Where can the monk buy it?"
"No! At the end of the day, you start to release the collection task for us?" Ao Tian listened to the main storyline and was listening, and suddenly received the collection task, and stepped forward to pick up the old monk's monk's robe.
He just touched the old monk's shirt, the old monk tapped Muyu, a halo emanating from Muyu, and bounced the dragon@傲天 aside.
The old monk tapped the wooden fish, chanting some scriptures, as if "Don't bother me if you don't have tofu."
"It seems that there is no way to do the task at night," Leaf Boat glanced at the time. "It's almost 11 o'clock, and I must go offline. Shall we meet tomorrow at 9 o'clock?"
"I should go to bed too," Qingyue said. "Stay up late is not good for beauty. I will have no class tomorrow, so I can play."
Several people said that they could go online tomorrow daytime, and after agreeing to meet at nine o'clock the next day, Leaf Boat went offline.
Aotian and Qingyue went to find their friends of the Demon Race and Demon Race to see if they had any clues, and then lifted their team status with Dugu Zhuo and left.
The black cat Wuqihei became a Buddhist cat with hair and a bead for protection. He can move freely in major temples in the future. He decided to go to the roof of Tanye Temple to absorb the moonlight and practice.
For a while, everyone was separated, only Duguzhuo was left, and he was no longer in a team state.
Duguzhuo sat next to the old monk and asked, "Master, why did I come into this world?"
The old monk "dongdongdongdong" knocked on the wooden fish: "The young man who wants to have incense can queue up at the Tanye Temple every hour and every day."
Duguzhuo: "Are you the master who healed the people during the day?"
The old monk: "There is a medicine-gathering monk in the back mountain of Tanye Temple. The spirit tribe who wants to heal and save lives can find the medicine-gathering monk, and he will take the spirit tribe to the free clinic booth."
——Most of the spirit races are refreshed in the back mountains and can walk in the land. It is easy to meet the monks who gather medicine.
Duguzhuo asked again: "That kid... is it called Xiaobao?"
Old monk: "Has the young man bought the tofu? old monk is too hungry to speak."
No matter what Dugu Zhuo asked, the old monk only had these three answers, helping the human race and the spirit race to point out cultivation methods and ask for tofu.
The old monk was not Master Tanji who suddenly came to Dugu Zhuo during the day, but an ordinary npc.
The NPCs in "Nine Heavens" have a strong sense of reality, and have always given Duguzhuo the illusion that everyone is a real person. Until this time, the old monk's mechanical, fixed, and patterned answers let Duguzhuo recognize that he is in a falsehood. In the world.
There seems to be a sound barrier in the Tanye Temple. The sound of the backyard and the karma forest cannot be transmitted to the main hall. No matter how loud the old monk knocks on the wooden fish, it will only reverberate in the hall.
Dugu Zhuo looked up at the Buddha statue above, and suddenly said, "I didn't have a name when I was a child, and my mother kept calling me Little Treasure."
He didn't even know what his surname was. He didn't know his father's surname until he was taken to the Qingtian Sword Sect.
Dugu Yue named him Duguzhuo, Qingzhuo, this name seemed to have exhausted his life.
At that time, Du Guzhuo didn't know the meaning of the name, but mechanically followed Ye Zhou to the school and recorded the name on the roster.
Ye Zhou took a drop of blood from his fingertips, dipped the blood with a spirit pen, and wrote the words "Dugu Zhuo" on the roster.
Although ten-year-old Duguzhuo could not read, he also saw that the shape of "turbid" and "zhuo" were different. He impolitely shouted to Ye Zhou: "The name is wrong, you bad guy!"
What else does he want to scold? The children who grew up in the countryside, who didn't know a big calligraphy, learned all the vulgar words.
Ye Zhou raised his index finger and placed it on Duguzhuo's lips, and said softly, "Quiet."
Ye Zhou's fingers were cold, and Dugu Zhuo's filthy language could not be said immediately. He watched feebly as Ye Zhou placed the jade slip of the typo in the Qingtian Sword Sect in front of the ancestor's spirit plate, lit a stick of incense, and handed it to Dugu Zhuo's hand.
"The ancestors and the ancestors must not speak foul language. If you want to say good things, you can speak up. If you want to curse, you don't have to speak any more." Ye Zhou said lightly.
Dugu Zhuo couldn't swear, took the incense and knocked his head three times in front of the ancestor's spiritual card, then left in a muffled voice.
After that, Dugu Zhuo could not speak for a whole year.
It was not until he learned the characters, learned the truth, and understood the difference between "zhuo" and "turbid", that he knew what kind of character Ye Zhou chose for him at that time.
"Thank you, Master." That was the first sentence he said to Ye Zhou.
Ye Zhou still said indifferently: "I'm not your master."
——"Ye Zhou is right. He is not my master. Even if the person who led me into the Tao is him, he is still not my master." Du Guzhuo said to the old monk who didn't know anything.
"Apprentices have to wait for the Xuanyang City Buddhism Office to receive the worship note after level 15."
Dugu Zhuo knew what the old monk didn't understand, so that he could talk about what happened back then.
"Now Leaf Boat is my master, that's great." Dugu Zhuo smiled lightly, "The moment Tianzhu collapsed, he came to this world with his soul. Master, why did you say his soul was scattered here? It's me. Did the original world disappoint him?"
Hearing the word "Tianzhu", the old monk's movements stopped. He put down the wooden fish in his hand, froze for a moment, looked at the surrounding environment, and said to Dugu: "Amitabha, has the donor fallen into the dream of a poor monk again? "
Dugu Zhuo was taken aback, he looked at the old monk: "Master Tan Ji."
"It's a poor monk." The old monk who became Master Tanji said.
Dugu Zhuo saw the gradual changes in the appearance of the templated old monk in "Nine Layers of Heaven" and became the monk Tan Ji he was familiar with.
This is real!
Although he did not know why, he "drew" the monks from the original world into the world of holographic online games!
"In the poor monk's dream, there is so much aura." The old monk squeezed his shoulder, "Is this the world the poor monk expects to see?"
"Master, do you know where this is?" Dugu Zhuo asked.
"Tanye Temple," the old monk raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue above, "this Buddha statue is exactly the same as the one made by a poor monk."
Tan Ji whispered to Dugu Zhuo. It turned out that five months have passed since Tan Ji met at the free clinic.
Tanji and his disciples repaired the Tanye Temple together, sought out artisans from the world to build Buddha statues, and refurbished the temple everywhere, and hired some displaced people to reclaim the land near the Tanye Temple. Tanye Temple is a Buddhist temple, and Tanji is also an eminent monk. The Buddhist temple can own part of the land. Tanji left enough land for the monks to grow vegetables for self-sufficiency, and the rest was given to the people who opened up wasteland.
He also lobbied the nearby spiritual practitioners who were almost overwhelmed by the spiritual aura because of the aura of heaven and earth, hoping that they could help him open a free clinic.
In the early years, there was a lack of aura in the next three days, and the six races were vying for aura. Born to be the treasure of heaven and earth, the spiritual cultivation that was loved by the aura of heaven and earth was a great tonic medicinal material in the eyes of other races. After the Tianzhu collapsed, Jiuzhongtian merged into the land of Kyushu, and the spiritual energy was revived, and countless spiritual energy poured into the body at any time of practice, and the spiritual practitioners were worthless.
After all, it is necessary to fight for spiritual cultivation. With this time, it is better to cultivate spiritual energy faster.
However, spiritual cultivators don’t need to practice. As long as they lie down, they can get aura into their bodies. Excessive auras can’t be turned into true essence in the body.
The ginseng tree that Tan Ji found was as thick as a tree stump. Seeing Tan Ji coming in front of him, he could only move his body awkwardly, losing his original speed and dexterity.
So Tan Ji's free clinic was soon opened. Five months later, a bustling town appeared around Tanye Temple, which was very different from the original desolation.
"Not all good things," Tan Ji said, "The town has recently attracted some greedy monsters, the monsters are good human spirits, the residents of this small town have been cultivated in vain and fat, which is what the monsters like. Several young and middle-aged people have been lost, and the poor monk is worried."
"Has it been so long?" Du Guzhuo was puzzled.
Obviously he was looking for ten years, and ten years of keyboard online games have also passed. He thought that the two world times were the same, but he didn't expect that five hours have passed since he was here, and five months have passed there.
"Long time?" Master Tan Ji said.
"I have two and a half hours here." Dugu Zhuo automatically converted into the time familiar to Master Tanji.
Master Tanji thought for a while and said, "Mr. Dugu, the time in the dream can be long or short. Sometimes it's a lifetime, and sometimes several hours pass, but it's just a moment."
"If the monk uses a dream to explain it, then the time will be messed up. You can change whatever you want." Dugu Zhuo said.
"There is no immutable thing in the world. The poor monk reincarnates for the tenth generation and has seen all the vicissitudes of the world. Sometimes the world is like a day for a hundred years. Sometimes the world is like a day, and the sun rises and rests, and there is no change in a hundred years; sometimes it is only a year, and the dynasty has been changed three or five times; sometimes a day It's like spending a lifetime, time is not such an unpredictable thing." Tan Ji said.
"That's right." Dugu Zhuo said.
The system uses the player's consciousness to determine his identity as a player, and it doesn't matter if Tan Ji judges the passage of time with his consciousness. Although he has only been in the game world for five hours, the experience seems to be longer than in the past ten years.
"Regarding the demon clan's deceptive things, what solution does Mr. Dugu have?" Master Tan Ji asked.
"The six races in the world are mixed, and the way of heaven is dominated by human races. Other races and human races are originally opposed. This is difficult, unless..." Dugu Zhuo said.
"Unless what?" Tan Ji asked.
"Unless there is a boundary between heaven and earth, there is a human realm dominated by human races, but also a demon world dominated by demons. The six races have their own boundaries and do not infringe on each other." Dugu Zhuo said.
Tan Ji shook his head: "That's difficult, the poor monk doesn't have that kind of power."
"Yes, it's just empty talk." Dugu Zhuo said.
Tan Ji glanced at Dugu Zhuo: "The poor monk doesn't have it, Mr. Dugu may not be. The legendary creation double swords were transformed by the Pangu Kaitian Great Axe, and they have the power to separate the heaven and the earth. Only Mr. Dugu can do it."
"The Creation Double Swords..."
Before Dugu Zhuo finished speaking, Tan Ji suddenly disappeared. The old monk picked up the wooden fish and tapped it again. It was bright outside, and the whole night passed like this.
Dugu Zhuo walked out of the temple to look at the sun, and it was actually the hour.
He and Tan Ji just seemed to enter the mustard space that was independent of the two worlds again, and they seemed to enter a dream state.
After just chatting for a while, the night passed.