Mythological origins

"Taoist Priest, I would like to ask if there is any way to save my skin?"

CEO Ding Man doesn't know whether beautiful women are good or not. He only feels that after getting rid of all the fat, his body wrapped in excess skin looks like a human being, and even spending money may not necessarily lead to beautiful women.

Although the internal condition of the body obviously feels much better, the external problems also need to be solved.

You can't just ask a doctor to cut it off yourself?

After that, I'm afraid there will be scars all over the body, which will be completely disfigured like a severe burn.

The way he looks now is absolutely to stop a child from crying at night. If he walks out of the door, he may be beaten to death as a hateful monster.

Even though his two bodyguards had seen blood, Timon felt that their eyes were a little wandering when they looked at him.

After all, although many people can face strong enemies without changing their expressions, they may not be able to look directly at disgusting mouths.

There is a big difference between not being afraid of seeing blood and not being afraid of seeing Mr. Ke.

"Try to practice this." Bai Mo, who had cut countless people, didn't care. He took out a small book and threw it casually.

"Yi...Yi Jin Jing??!!"

The three people who saw the title of the book inexplicably recalled the classic line "Looking at your skeleton, you must be a martial arts prodigy."

"But isn't the Yi Jin Jing from the Shaolin Temple? How could it appear in the hands of a Taoist priest?" Ding Man was full of doubts.

"Besides, and isn't this something from a TV series?!"

For a moment, the three of them felt that their intelligence had been insulted.

But what they had just experienced clearly told them that everything that happened was true.

"By the way, meeting each other is fate. You still need this." Bai Mo dug into his pocket, took out three spiritual stones, and gave one to each of them.

"Why don't I give you a million yuan of luck first, Taoist Master?"

After thinking for a while, Ding Man used the words in his mind to piece together such a sentence.

He heard that some masters don't like to talk about money, and prefer to call it fate.

"I don't have a bank account." Ding Man's words brought Bai Mo out of his thoughts.

After hearing this answer, Ding Man recalled that the expert in front of him had also collected cash on the bus before.

But a little cash is okay, he always keeps it with him in Emerald City. For large funds, he has to go to the bank after all.

He is just a jade merchant with some skills, and the money he makes is not black money.

"It seems that this Taoist priest does not have some stories and accidents in the country and needs to remain anonymous, but more like a person who has been practicing in the mountains since childhood and travels down the mountain without knowing the changes in the world..." Thinking of the other party's performance a few days ago, Ding Man Started my own thinking.

Then the more I thought about it, the more I felt I was right.

The other person's face was indeed full of innocence.

Could I... be able to do something with his innocence?

Of course, Ding Man didn't know at this time that the innocent "Bai Mo" he saw was a person shrouded in layers of disguise magic.

Bai Mo's ID photo, as well as various previous group photos, are all on the wanted list.

Rome spared no expense, not only requisitioning countless domestic advertising spaces for looping broadcasts, but also spending a lot of money to bombard wanted poster ads in more than 100 countries and regions around the world.

This set of operations directly made Baimo become the "top class" in the world.

With a reward of 50 million, it is like a humanoid gold mine, attracting mercenaries and bounty hunters from all over the world.

Countless guys who fantasize about getting rich overnight have targeted Bai Mo.

Even before that, they had never heard of this person.

…

"Dare I ask, sir... why is this Yi Jin Jing... all in modern literature?" Ding Man picked up the booklet and flipped through it with hesitation, and found that something was not right.

It's a bit different from my imagination. "What can we use if we don't use modern writing for books written by modern people?" Bai Mo responded smoothly.

In his mind, this Yi Jin Jing was one of the introductory martial arts books compiled by humans on earth after they ascended to heaven.

It's just that when the original author named it, in order to satisfy his childhood fantasy, he changed the name to Yi Jin Jing.

"ah?"

"A book written by a modern person?"

"The three of you have average qualifications, but there is still hope that you can enter Taoism within a month using the Yi Jin Jing." Bai Mo didn't explain much.

"Enter the Tao?"

"You mean, we also have the opportunity to learn these skills?!"

"Taoist Priest, doesn't this require the Dharma to be transmitted to the six ears?" Ding Man asked quietly.

He had never heard that these outsiders would teach the Dharma and accept disciples at will, even if he had given them millions of blessings.

In all the stories, only by going through many tests can one obtain the Dharma. This is something that is more important than life in the eyes of many people.

"..."

"The Lord doesn't care."

Bai Mo looked at the three of them intently and said slowly.

Even in the Holy Terra Empire, these are introductory things that can be found online, and their popularity is about the same as that of tomato scrambled eggs, so Bai Mo has never taken it seriously.

What troubles the monks is always the resources and materials needed for subsequent practice.

As for the exercises, most of them choose to open source and share them, using the wisdom of all living beings to jointly promote optimization.

At most, there is a small reading fee, and generally speaking, the access threshold is not high.

It is precisely because of the open source method that thousands of later monks have continued to join in repair and optimization, and the open source faction has suppressed those guys who cherish their own things to the edge of the cultivation world.

Of course, Bai Mo also contributed a lot here. He is the founder of the open-source school of martial arts and has set off a trend in the world.

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"The master doesn't care? This Taoist priest is also a believer?" Ding Man muttered in his heart. The more he looked at this young man, the more he couldn't understand him.

"Along, please entertain the Taoist priest. I'll go to the safe to get something." He held the spiritual stone that Bai Mo had just given him tightly in his hand and turned to leave the place.

"Okay! Taoist priest, eat melon seeds." The bodyguard Along used his flower arms as thick as a bowl to pick up a small plate of melon seeds and put it in front of Bai Mo.

"I'll take a few stones." Bai Mo didn't touch the melon seeds, but instead cast his eyes on the jadeite raw stones piled all over the floor.

"These are all new stones that Brother Man just collected from the mine owner."

"One... two... three... four..." Bai Mo scanned with his divine mind, and finally found only four pieces with more sufficient materials.

He picked up these raw stones and put them on the table.

"Master, you know this?" A'long looked at Bai Mo in surprise, "Do you want me to give you a file and a wire saw, or a tooth machine inside?"

After following Ding Man around for many years, Long Xing naturally knew a lot about gambling on stones. The tools he mentioned were all used to "open windows" on the original stone.

"No, just hands will do."

"????"

In Long Xing's shocked eyes, Bai Mo's index finger wiped off the layers of stone powder on the surface of the original stone effortlessly, like wiping dust, revealing the green inside.