"Thousands of sails compete, hundreds of boats compete. The breeze is swaying, ten miles of lotus. ”

Zhang Daoran stood on the mountain peak, looking into the distance, and the corners of his mouth lifted a touch of bitterness: "What the hell is this world, and what kind of place is this?"

Zhang Daoran lost?

No, Zhang Daoran crossed the ......

Not in the mood to watch this mountain peak suddenly emerging from the water, and not in the mood to look at the Taoist temple behind him, Zhang Daoran felt that he was really about to collapse: "The dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel...... What kind of world is this world now? Why can't you see a single figure here?"

In his previous life, Zhang Daoran had just graduated from university, majoring in archaeology, and had just joined the work, following an archaeological expert to participate in archaeology for the first time.

What made Zhang Daoran collapse was that he didn't get any information from this body when he crossed over, that is to say, he didn't get any memory when he crossed over to this body. Including the age and name of this body, Zhang Daoran doesn't know.

I rummaged through the Sanqing Temple, but there was no belongings, no information about the Taoist temple and the island, including this body. In the Taoist temple, there are only a few scriptures, all of which are written in small seals......

"Is this Earth, or is it another world, and what time is it?"

No one told Zhang Daoran that this island in the middle of the lake seemed to be forgotten by the world, and it had been thirteen days since he crossed over, and Zhang Daoran was stunned that he didn't see a single figure or a boat. This island in the middle of the lake has no wharf, only a beach of no more than thirty or forty square meters, and there is no boat.

In other words, Zhang Daoran is isolated from the world......

"According to the inference, this should not be ancient......

The Taoist temple is extremely simple, the courtyard gate has been somewhat decayed, the doors and windows are also a little tattered, and some fine pieces of paper have been repaired I don't know how many layers, if it rains, the paper on these doors and windows will be soaked by the rain.

No lights, no internet, nothing about modernity......

"Ancient times are okay, preferably not troubled times. I'd rather be a peace dog than a troubled world... Even though I am a Taoist priest now, I want to live in peace......"

Zhang Daoran was at a loss at the beginning, from panic to calm now, the only thing he hoped for was to see a figure and be able to understand the information of this world.

"Goo-Goo......

With an embarrassed face, he stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, and Zhang Daoran muttered: "My stomach just doesn't fight, didn't I just eat two eggplants?"

There is no useful information on the island, which can be tolerated, and if it is really not connected to the outside world, he plans to really become a monk. However, on the entire island, everything that can be eaten is basically eaten by Zhang Daoran. Now the only thing that can be eaten is the eggplant, beans and peppers grown in the vegetable garden......

Stretched out his hand to pick two eggplants from the vegetable garden that were not yet fully ripe, looking at the bare bean shelf, only a few buds that had just grown, and then looking at the peppers, there were only a few white flowers left behind. Now, in addition to the two eggplants that have not grown ripe, the vegetable garden gritted his teeth and picked the two remaining peppers: "Even if you starve to death tomorrow, you will be a full ghost today!"

The last two eggplants were picked by themselves... What's next?

"Catch fish?"

Zhang Daoran didn't know how deep the water was, all the lotus flowers were around, and the lotus pods that were close to each other were ripe and not yet ripe, and they were all picked by Zhang Daoran...... As for whether there are any fish, Zhang Daoran doesn't know, anyway, I've tried to catch them a few times these days, but I haven't caught a single fish.

"Is God going to kill me?"

Burning the few firewoods, Zhang Daoran added some water, threw the eggplant directly into the clean water, and sprinkled some salt...... This meal is tantamount to delicacies from the mountains and seas, Zhang Daoran can eat these, and he is already very satisfied. Because after eating this meal, the next meal will be gone...... There is no oil in the Taoist temple, no soy sauce and vinegar, just some salt... The water is boiling, the eggplant is ripe, and the two peppers are put in, which is also a little spicy.

"Nothing left......"

Looking blankly at the pot stove made of three stones, which was almost extinguished and emitting green smoke, Zhang Daoran was a little dazed: "Do you really want to starve to death?"

"Zhang Daoran, receive the supernatural ......."

Suddenly, a familiar call came from his ears, Zhang Daoran's expression tightened, and his face turned a little pale: "This time, if you don't starve to death, you will be tortured to death." ”

Zhang Daoran sat on the ground with his head covered, feeling the familiar pain of the needle prick in his head coming again, and the constant calling over and over again made Zhang Daoran want to smash his head, pull out the person who spoke in his head and ravage him fiercely......

"Humph......"

With a muffled snort, Zhang Daoran felt that his forehead was about to explode, the sky was spinning, and something seemed to want to come out of his brain. followed by a suction, wanting to suck Zhang Daoran's soul away.

"It's been thirteen days, where are you sacred, show up, I'm a poor Taoist, I don't have anything to eat for the next meal, and I will starve to death in two days. ”

Zhang Daoran yelled, his voice trembling a little, I don't know if it was because he was scared or because it hurt.

The sound hadn't stopped since he crossed over and opened his eyes, almost every half hour. Twenty-four hours a day, there are forty or fifty such calls.

At first, Zhang Daoran thought that he had hit the evil spirit, and he hugged the statue of Sanqing to sleep, these were useless, this voice still did not stop, no matter what you were doing, whether it was eating or sleeping, this voice was like a shadow.

"Zhang Daoran, receive supernatural powers!"

This time, the voice is much louder, much louder, less ethereal, no longer so illusory. It's like a real call in your ear.

"Ah......h

Of course, as the sound of this exchange gradually became louder, the pain in the head became more and more severe, originally like a needle prick, but then it was like cutting with a blunt knife.

No matter how firm Zhang Daoran's determination was, he finally couldn't help but call out.

"Could it be that the predecessor of this body, because of this voice, didn't leave any soul, so I didn't get any memory?"

Zhang Daoran's face was full of misery: "I may have hung up like this, and then I don't know who crossed it again." ”

With this unwillingness, Zhang Daoran finally couldn't bear the pain like his head exploding, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

"It's ......"

Like a flower in front of him, Zhang Daoran felt that he had lost consciousness, but at a certain moment, his consciousness woke up in a vast space. This is a gray space with a radius of hundreds of square meters. There is no sky, no earth, no entrance and exit, this is a completely enclosed space, an unfamiliar space.

"Entrance to Hell?"

Instinctively, Zhang Daoran thought.

"Zhang Daoran, connect the supernatural ......"

Suddenly, a familiar voice appeared again, Zhang Daoran felt that his hair was standing on end, and in front of him, a Taoist priest suddenly appeared!

The Taoist priest sat cross-legged, floating lightly in front of him at a distance of only one meter, his eyes at the level of his own.

"Sneer......"

Before he had time to look at what this Taoist priest was, two golden lights shot out of the Taoist priest's eyes. The golden light is like electricity, and it travels through space, and even the friction of the air carries a sound.

The golden light entered Zhang Daoran's eyes in the blink of an eye, and Zhang Daoran felt his eyes tingle, as if his eyeballs had been pulled out.

"Lawlessness, colorlessness. The eyes of the Dharma are clear, up and down ninefold, the first is to see through the world's delusions, and to see the blessings and disasters of the world......"

There was a strange singing voice in his ears, Zhang Dao couldn't listen to it at all, and the sharp pain in his eyes made Zhang Daoran instinctively close his eyes: "Ah......hhhh

With a scream, Zhang Daoran grabbed his hands instinctively.

"Whew......"

Getting into a thing, it was hot and hot, Zhang Daoran withdrew his palm, opened his eyes, put his hand to his mouth and kept blowing. Blowing and blowing, he was suddenly stunned: "I'm back again?"

Looking at the ear pot that was knocked over, three stones, one was thrown far away, and it was obvious that the hot thing that was caught just now was one of the three stones that supported the ear pot.

Looking around in disbelief, everything on the island in the middle of the lake is all imprinted into my eyes, and it is all too familiar......

Eyes looked at everything around him, Zhang Daoran exclaimed again: "What's going on? I've become an immortal?"