Zhao Feichen woke up from his slumber and was lying on a simple bed.

In fact, he woke up once before, in a cryocompartment on the side of the mountain.

All the things before are like the previous life.

Song Yexin said his final goodbye to him who was unconscious, and called him "dumb dust" affectionately for the last time, faintly heard angry shouts and hurried footsteps, and then everything came to an abrupt end, the memory was frozen forever, and his thoughts were silent in the cold darkness.

Zhao Feichen didn't know how long he had been asleep. The stars are moving, the mountains and rivers are changing, resulting in the collapse of the base hidden deep in the belly of the mountain, and the empty passage is almost all buried.

A hunter named He Da found him while hiding from the drifting earth and rocks, and took the risk of pulling a rope down to the bottom of the crack and rescued him to take care of him at home, until he woke up now.

Here is a small mountain village with simple folk customs, there are only a dozen households in the village, a hundred people, the men are surnamed He, so it is called Hejia Village, the interpersonal relationship is very simple, the young people in the village ask for a daughter-in-law, they have to go over two mountains to the neighboring village.

In Uncle He's opinion, the most knowledgeable person in the village is the old village chief, who can read and write, and when he was young, he worked as a guide for a lost caravan, saw the world outside the mountain, and learned some medical skills.

After two days in bed, Zhao Feichen went to help the old village chief do some chores and find an opportunity to chat.

He was originally an otaku, he couldn't pick his hands, he couldn't resist his shoulders, he hadn't done much housework before, and now he couldn't even do some odd jobs of carrying water and chopping wood, so he was sweaty and sore, not to mention, he basically helped in the morning.

The old village chief was a kind and kind elder, he had been snorting dry cigarettes, smiling and sitting in the shade of the big tree, neither complaining nor reproaching, seeing that Zhao Feichen was so tired that he stuck out his tongue like a dog, he beckoned him to come over and rest, and took out some sweet fruits and stuffed them into his hands.

Zhao Feichen took the opportunity to inquire about the situation in the world today.

"Now, the flood is still stable......" The old village elder's calloused thumb pressed the spark to light and dark, swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

He squinted comfortably and continued: "Our human race, of course, are all under the control of Emperor Xia!" It hasn't been a major war for many years. It is said that there are often invasions and looting on the border, but the old man has never seen it with his own eyes. ”

The old village chief's native accent was very strong, but it didn't affect his understanding, and Zhao Feichen was stunned when he heard it: "WTF? "Flood? Wu Man? What the hell are they?

The old village chief naturally couldn't understand his scolding mother's bird language, and still babbled on his own. Because he sincerely believes in the relationship between man and religion, he talks about the myths that are widely spread in the wilderness.

Legend has it that the great god of Pangu opened the heavens and the earth, and the body evolved into a flood, the left eye is the sun, the right eye is the moon, the limbs are the earth, the blood is the river, the original god turns into the three clears, and the essence blood turns into the twelve ancestors.

Legend has it that Nuwa Niangniang was born as a chaos demon, and later made people holy by pinching the soil, and was the Virgin of the human race. She appointed her ethnicity to hold the great demon Taiyi Column Heavenly Palace as the Emperor of Heaven, also known as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, to govern the stars and all races on the earth.

Legend has it that the witch has a strong body but no soul, and the human race has a spirit but a weak body, so the powerful witch clan regards the weak human race as a delicious food and often plunders the stomach. Moreover, because of the blessing of the Twelve Ancestors of the Saints whose combat power is comparable to that of the Saints, and the protection of the Taixu Saints, even the Eastern Emperor Taiyi was helpless against his brutal acts.

Legend has it that Taiqing Daode Tianzun took pity on the newborn human race for suffering, so he made a grand wish to establish a great religion and bless it, calling it "people", which is also the origin of the name of the human religion.

Legend has it that the two saints of Yuqing and Shangqing, who are also the saints of the Three Qing Dynasty, also set up the exposition of the religion and the interception of the teachings respectively, and the three religions come from the same source, and the generations are common and closely related.

Legend has it that in ancient times, gifted human races worshiped under the three sects, refining the aura of heaven and earth, increasing their own cultivation, and becoming true cultivators. Under the protection of the saints of the Three Qing Dynasties, generations of cultivators have overcome all obstacles, one after another, and the human race has been able to reproduce in the dangerous wilderness and resist the bullying of the witch barbarians.

Listening to the old village chief blowing / forcing myths and stories in a serious way with a strong local accent, Zhao Feichen in his heart: WTF+1, WTF+2...... WTF+10086！

In the past two days, he has found that the Chinese characters and Chinese are obviously used here, the font and accent have changed slightly, becoming a little complicated, and the clothing is also very retro, but that's all, there is not much obstacle to communication, and even the weights and measures are in the same vein as the world before him, but I didn't expect that the myth is similar?

Zhao Feichen hurriedly asked the old village chief about the situation of the so-called cultivators.

The old village chief said that there was a cultivator next to the great elder of the town, but the cultivator was noble, and he would not show up when he was free, and only when he was sacrificing, he would definitely appear as the chief priest.

Zhao Feichen hurriedly asked the time of the next festival, and found that he was very lucky, and the day was not too far away, so he pressed his urgent mind and waited for the festival.

After settling down in Hejia Village for more than half a month, the old village chief led the whole village of Hejia Village to go over the mountains and mountains to Yangshan Town to participate in this year's festival.

Of course, Yangshan Town is much more lively than Hejia Village, especially when the festival is imminent, and the mountain people within a radius of hundreds of miles all come to the village, crowding Yangshan Town, which is not small, into a bustling crowd.

The sound of vendors, children's fighting, and even the sound of firecrackers filled the air with a festive atmosphere, although it was summer, Zhao Feichen couldn't help but think of the Spring Festival, couldn't help but think of his wife who had been absent for a long time, and that he was hit into a vegetative state by a car and tried to get involved in his wife's ...... Fang Xinsan.

In the evening, as night fell, a huge bonfire rose in the square in the center of the town, and the high altar covered with red cloth was revealed.

With Zhao Feichen's weak chicken body, he couldn't squeeze into the crowd at all, and could only watch from afar on the periphery of the evacuation.

There are three tall bronze statues on the altar, and the golden ones are very eye-catching under the light of the sky-high bonfire.

The familiar image of Taoism Sanqing was reflected in Zhao Feichen's pupils in turn.

When he saw the appearance of Taiqing Daode Tianzun, that is, Taishang Laojun, Zhao Feichen suddenly stiffened and trembled, as if he had been struck by a wild thunderbolt.

The statue of Taiqing Daode Tianzun of the fairy wind bones often sits, with white beard and white hair, holding a wide feather fan, and lying on the Taiji diagram on his chest, which is no different from the image of Taishang Laojun that Zhao Feichen saw when he visited the Taoist temple in the past, but his appearance is so familiar!

The eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are lively, and it is the old Fang Xinsan! His appearance, even if he turns into ashes, Zhao Feichen will not forget it!

Fang Xinsan had a kind face and a kind smile. Zhao Feichen only felt creepy, and he was chilled.

Suddenly seeing the appearance of the enemy, he was still a Taiqing saint who was worshipped, Zhao Feichen's mind was in chaos, his past memories were retraced, his head was swollen, and tears filled his eyes.

…… z=z^2+c……