Sword and Magic and Taxi

No matter how Zhao Mai asked, Zhong Jianbai always kept the old man's identity secret, as if he wanted to save the surprise - or maybe the shock - until the end. Along the way, Zhong Jianbai used his badge to open one door after another, and gradually went deeper into more confidential places. There were fewer and fewer staff who could come here, but there were more soldiers guarding the access control. Zhao Mai looked at them curiously and found that they were still normal people. Apart from hard physical exercise, they did not seem to have any magical powers.

In front of the last door, the badge no longer worked. This means I can only send it here, and you have to go in by yourself. Zhong Jianbai shook hands with Zhao Mai, then helped him tidy up his clothes and smoothed out the wrinkles: Remember , You have to respect the old man, he is amazing.

Who is he? As soon as Zhao Mai finished asking, the last door clicked, the handle turned half a turn and opened. Zhong Jianbai waved to him: I will contact you again, you can also give me your phone number, don't forget it! Then, he left along the way he came without looking back.

Come in young man, I'm the only old man inside. A kind voice came from inside the door. Before Zhao Mai opened the door, Li Li opened the door with his nose and got in, wagging his tail, so Zhao Mai quickly followed. The other side of the door is not an office, but a bamboo forest surrounded by mountains. A gurgling stream emerged from the green bamboo sea. The clear stream flowed slowly, and small black and white fish swam in the gray stone seams. Colorful flowers grow beside the stream, with delicate petals swaying slightly accompanied by the faint smell of flowers and earth. The breeze blew, and a bamboo leaf fell from the branch, passed in front of Zhao Mai's eyes, and fluttered towards the pavilion not far away. The pavilion is built next to the bamboo forest and the creek, with a gray stone base, brown wood columns, and purple tile tops. A round stone table was placed in the center of the pavilion, and an old man sat on a pillar next to it. Her white hair is styled into a bun, three long strands of beard hang down to her chest, and she is dressed in a long gown. The old man is slightly overweight, but he is in good spirits. His rosy face is radiant and his smile lines are curved. He always looks happy. Next to him were teapots and teacups, and next to the rising aroma, a half-read thread-bound book was placed in hand.

The old man stretched out two fingers and put them in front of him, and then the bamboo leaf happened to fly between his two fingers. He gently clamped the slender leaves, smoothed them with his hands, and then clamped them in the book as a bookmark. Come and sit down. I asked Zhong Jianbai to bring you here. By the way, you don't have to worry about pooping.

What? Before Zhao Mai could react, he ran to the bamboo forest to save food, stuck out his butt and left a souvenir, then dug twice with his hind legs to cover it with soil, completely hiding his ears or trying to cover up. Uh... sorry. Zhao Mai looked around, but couldn't find the trash can. The door he passed through when he came in was opened on a stone monument. Counting the mountains and forests in the distance, the entire scenic area seemed to occupy a larger area than all the buildings of the relevant ministries and commissions combined, so he must have passed some kind of teleportation effect. Just got here. This is right! It’s so mysterious! That feeling of being in a company or a party and government agency office is definitely wrong!

Don't worry about poop. It's all natural. Just let it go. The old man smiled and said, Come over and have a cup of tea to warm your stomach. I'm sorry for delaying your meal.

The food reserve stretched his nose at the old man, sneezed, and then turned back to look at Zhao Mai eagerly, mainly at the leg of lamb in his hand. Zhao Mai threw the leg of lamb to it, thanked the old man and sat in the pavilion. Only then did he realize that there was a yin-yang fish pattern on the round table, and a bright starry sky on the inner roof of the pavilion.

Hello, I think you should know, my name is Zhao Mai. It's my first time to come to the relevant ministries and commissions, so I'm sorry to bother you.

Drink tea first. Don't waste it. It will be troublesome to clean up. The old man reached out and pushed a small white porcelain tea cup over. Inside was colorless and transparent water, without any tea color but with a faint fragrance of tea. Zhao Mai tasted it doubtfully, but it seemed to have no taste, just like cold boiled water. It doesn't matter, just drink.

My surname is Li, and my given name has only one character for ear, which is Dan.

Zhao Mai blocked his mouth and managed to prevent the tea from spraying out, because the old man said, It can't be wasted and it will be troublesome to clean up. That name is absolutely unique, and no one would be arrogant or ignorant enough to have the same name as him. Li Er is Laozi, the author of Tao Te Ching or Laozi, and Taishang Laojun.

Now he understands why Zhong Jianbai is so mysterious!

Road to Road, very Avenue?

That's what I said. The old man nodded, and his three long beards trembled slightly: Don't worry, adjust your breathing. I know you may have a lot of questions. The questions are endless, even if you think about it for tens of thousands of years, It can’t be solved just in case.”

Yes, I understand. Zhao Mai nodded, and his psychic training allowed him to calm down quickly. You say it and I listen.

No matter what conjecture you have in your mind, it is likely to have happened, is happening, or will happen. These three states exist at the same time. Time is a strange thing. Let me tell you from a subjective point of view. First of all, I am a mother. Raised by my biological father, I grew up slowly, constantly thinking about the world around me, and full of doubts in my heart. Later, I got an opportunity, and like you now, I was able to travel to other places, wander around, and sometimes communicate and discuss with others. Sometimes I just want to see various scenery. By the way, what are you using to pass through the time and space channel now?

I have a car, my own four-wheel sedan, and I usually work part-time as a taxi driver.

It's good. We have doors, windows and air conditioning. Times have indeed changed. I only had an old green cow at that time. The old man stroked his beard and continued: A lot of things happened after that. Everywhere I went, Observing and then learning, I slowly formed my own thoughts, step by step, and got to where I am today. The more I see and the more I think, you will be like me. Learn some wisdom from others, and also give a few words of advice to others. He is no different from an ordinary old man. Now I am hiding here for my leisure. The main reason why I asked you to come is because you can grab other people's shuttle requests. This is probably a unique ability so far.

Unique? What do others do?

Generally speaking, you need to use gold coins with destiny first, and then have the idea of ​​traveling through time. Then, by chance, these people will easily encounter the envoys of the Ring Alliance. After that, they only need to make requests to the envoys and pay the gold coins. Okay. Of course, there are also people who can communicate with higher-level wills, such as God, the God of Space, etc., and then they can travel through time with a lightning strike.

Haha... Sure enough, there really is such a thing... Zhao Mai rolled his eyes and had a few questions in his mind. As soon as he opened his mouth, the old man said the answer.

Immortality is possible; saints also exist; I know magic; the old cow is dead, but I can travel without the cow; it is I who asked everyone to call me old man instead of Laozi - it is more convenient. The old man shook his head. He said to Zhao Mai: Don't ask. I have a special book called What's Going on with One Million?. When the time comes, I will ask Zhong Jian to give you a copy for free. It basically covers all the answers. It is about the size of a reduced version of Cihai. So thick. They always want me to make a database, but I don't like computers. The old man winked, smiled and raised his index and middle fingers: It can only count to two, it's too stupid!

Well! Two can give birth to three, and three can give birth to all things... Zhao Mai nodded, and then realized what he said. Sorry, I'm really a little excited. I promise not to talk nonsense and listen to you honestly.

Don't be too restrained, let me explain why you are needed here. The old man added tea to Zhao Mai and himself, with memories flashing in his eyes. There were once three mages, Lynch, Siegel, and a mysterious man whose name was hidden. They wanted to know the secret of the creation of the world, but they found an amazing method...