Mythological origins

"Let's go, while the Yin-Yang training class hasn't opened in your uncle's town yet, let's go and harvest them."

"Then what? How exactly should we harvest them?"

"Show off your skills there, and then take a few sons of landlords, let them learn the Yin-Yang Five Elements Secret, and make a lot of money as a teacher." When it comes to money, Aqiang's mind suddenly becomes active.

"Qiangzi, you are right, we don't expect spiritual stones, but we can get some gold and silver and live comfortably."

The only advantage of the Yin-Yang Five Elements Secret is that it is easy to learn and easy to understand.

Even rookies like them who have only learned for a few months have considerable confidence that they can teach others to get started after self-study.

"Wait, let's go find a decent Taoist robe first. We don't look like immortal masters in this short robe. We might even be driven away and can't even enter the door of a wealthy family."

"There is a shop that customizes high-quality Taoist robes over there. Fifteen taels of silver for a set."

"Fifteen taels of silver... or let's find a cheaper set."

They only have fifty taels of silver in their hands, plus two spiritual stones. They have also asked about the price of spiritual stones during this period, and it has been rising.

At the beginning, fifty taels could get a spiritual stone from others. Now there are more people who know the goods. Even if the price is one hundred taels, few people will sell it.

"I also went to see the two taels of silver set yesterday. The style is not good. It looks like the robe of a countryman. It may not be fooling people."

"This..."

Da Li hesitated again and again. Fifteen taels is not a small amount for them.

"I bought it! I want to fight for wealth!"

When they entered the Yin-Yang Sect training class, they were told that after practicing the Yin-Yang Five Elements Secret with blood sacrifice, their life span would be reduced by 20 years. With their current physical condition, they might die suddenly at the age of 35.

But even so, the two 18-year-old guys still chose to pursue their dreams.

Because they knew very well that hard labor was very destructive, and they were overdrawn every day, and they ate poorly, so it was not easy to live to the age of 40.

It would be better to gamble with their life span, anyway, they would just die a few years earlier.

When a man dies, the bird flies to the sky, and if he does not die for thousands of years!

…

After spending a lot of money to buy a set of high-quality Taoist robes, Dali and Qiangzi set out for Duanping Town, which was hundreds of miles away.

As a result, they saw dark clouds in the sky after walking a short distance.

"Run, it's going to rain!"

"There is a dilapidated temple in front, let's go in and hide."

The two wore Taoist robes that they bought at a high price, and they cherished this set of clothes very much, but they did not want to be wet by the heavy rain.

The show had to be done in full, so naturally, vulgar names like Dali and Qiangzi could no longer be mentioned. Now, one of them changed his name to Jinguang Shangren, and the other to Shuijing Shangren, both of which were stolen from the strange novels they had recently read.

From now on, the coolies Dali and Qiangzi no longer existed in this world, and there were only two immortals, Shuijing Shangren and Jinguang Shangren.

"Are there any other people hiding from the rain?"

The two "Taoists" walked into the temple from the dilapidated main gate, and just happened to see a young man in a white robe, sitting cross-legged in front of the tattered statue in the middle of the temple, stroking a pile of strange inscriptions under the statue that they could not understand.

The other party seemed to be so absorbed in watching that he did not even turn his head to look at the two living people who came in.     They just came to the dilapidated temple to hide from the rain, and they didn't care whether there was anyone in the temple.

However, in this wilderness, it is not a simple thing to be able to walk alone. The two were also a little worried. What should they do if the other party is a bad guy?

The two of them, the first level of Qi Refining, could only cast six spells in total. After the mana was exhausted, the two "masters" would be beaten back to their original form in an instant.

So in the interlayer of their clothes, Master Jin Guang and Master Shui Jing hid a small knife in preparation for the final desperate fight.

The two walked to a corner of the ruined temple and sat down, almost the farthest place from the mysterious man in white in the temple, facing him from a distance.

…

"Miss, there are people inside, how about we change places?"

Not long after Master Jin Guang and the other two came in, another group of men and women hurried to the ruined temple.

"It doesn't matter, we just hide from the rain. I'm afraid there is no other place to choose within ten miles. Uncle Zhao, you are injured and can't get wet in the rain. You need to rest quickly."

The strong man who looked like a guard glanced at the situation in the ruined temple. Two Taoists in Taoist robes were resting in a corner, and there was a strange man in white, sitting under the headless statue, stroking the inscription under the statue.

Generally speaking, people who enter the temple to avoid the rain will not get too close to the statues in the temple if possible, and will try to find an open corner to stay, just like the two young Taoist priests.

"That person is not right, let's stay away from him."

A group of seven or eight people, four guards protecting the masked girl in the middle, followed by several women dressed as servants, walked into the temple carefully and chose another corner to sit down and rest.

...

The man in white sitting under the statue was naturally Bai Mo.

He originally planned to travel around and see how the Yin-Yang Five Elements Formula spread, so he randomly picked two people in Yong'an Town to observe.

As a result, he came to this dusty and dilapidated temple by chance.

The temple worships a being named Mo Yang Dao Zun, who is Bai Mo in his previous life.

However, this temple seems to have been unattended for a long time, and even the wooden statues are rotten beyond recognition.

Half of the head was gone, and the body was full of holes, perhaps because it was eaten by termites too much, and it looked like it would fall apart if touched.

Not to mention the offerings, even the altar was gone.

To put it bluntly, even mice wouldn't come to such a place.

But what attracted his attention to this temple was not only because the object of worship was his past life self, but also because the stone platform under the statue was actually inscribed in a language that he could understand, but was not written in this world...

"I came to this world on the orders of the Empire to carry out the mission of finding a target called 'Historical Text', but I have gained nothing for fifty years... I am about to die, but it is a pity that I cannot complete the mission before I die and return to the 1453rd flagship, my hometown..."

"...The mission document mentioned that 'Historical Text' is related to a great existence codenamed Mo Yang Dao Zun, but all records about that existence, including his real name, have been completely erased by the Empire..."

"So I built this temple before I died, leaving behind all the clues I found in the past fifty years, hoping that the next batch of colleagues who come to carry out the mission will have the opportunity to complete the mission with this clue, and bring my ashes back to the Empire for burial..."

"...Holy Terra Empire, Lieutenant Charles's last words."