No matter what Zhao Mai asked, Zhong Jianbai always kept the old man's identity a secret, as if to keep the surprise - and possibly the fright - until the end. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Along the way, Zhong Jianbai swiped open one door after another with his badge, and gradually went deeper into more secret places, and there were fewer and fewer staff members who could get here, but there were more soldiers guarding the curfew. Zhao Mai looked at them curiously and found that they were still normal people, and they didn't seem to have any magical power except for hard physical exercise.

In front of the last door, the badge didn't work, "This means that I can only send here, you have to go in by yourself." Zhong Jianbai shook hands with Zhao Mai, and then helped him tidy up his clothes and smooth out the folds: "Remember, you have to respect the old man, he is amazing." ”

"Who the hell is he?" Zhao Mai just finished asking, the last door clicked, and the handle rotated itself half a circle and opened. Zhong Jianbai waved his hand to him: "I will contact you again, you can also call me, don't forget!" Then, he left the way he came without looking back.

"Come in, young man, I'm an old man inside. A kind voice came from inside the door. Before Zhao Mai pushed the door, the reserve grain arched open the door with his nose and wagged his tail in, so Zhao Mai hurriedly followed. On the other side of the door is not an office, but a bamboo forest surrounded by mountains. A babbling stream emerges from the verdant bamboo sea, the clear water flowing slowly, and small black and white fish swim through the gray stone crevices. Colorful flowers grow beside the stream, accompanied by a faint smell of flowers and earth, and delicate petals swaying slightly. The breeze blew, and a bamboo leaf fell from the branch, crossed in front of Zhao Mai's eyes, and fluttered towards the pavilion not far away. The pavilion was built next to the bamboo forest and the stream, with a gray stone base, brown wooden pillars, and a purple tile top. A round table with stone slabs sits in the center of the pavilion, and an old man sits on a pier next to it. His white hair was combed in a bun, and his three long beards hung down to his chest, and he was dressed in a long gown. The old man was a little blessed, but he was in good spirits, his red face was radiant, his laugh lines were crooked, and he always looked very happy. Next to him lay teapots and teacups, and next to the rising aroma, I saw half of a thread-bound book in his hand.

The old man stretched out two fingers and put them in front of him, and then the bamboo leaf flew between his fingers. He gently pinched the slender leaf, smoothed it with his hand, and then clamped it into the book as a bookmark. "Come and sit down, I asked Zhong Jianbai to bring you over. By the way, you don't have to worry about pooping. ”

"What?" Before Zhao Mai could react, he ran to the side of the bamboo forest with the reserve grain, pouted his butt and left a memorial, and then used his hind legs to dig two times of soil to cover it, completely covering his ears and stealing the bell or trying to cover it. "Uh...... I'm sorry. Zhao looked around, but couldn't find the trash can. The door he had passed through when he came in was open on a stone tablet, and counting the mountains and forests in the distance, the entire scenic area seemed to occupy a larger area than all the buildings in the relevant ministries combined, so he must have arrived here through some kind of teleportation effect. That's right! The mystery is right! The feeling of a company or an office of a party or government organ is definitely wrong!

"Don't worry about poop, it's all natural, let it be. The old man smiled and said, "Come and have a cup of tea to warm your stomach, I'm sorry to delay your meal." ”

Reserve grain stretched out his nose at the old man and sniffed, sneezed, and then turned his head to look at Zhao Mai, mainly staring at the leg of mutton in his hand. Zhao Mai threw the leg of mutton to it, thanked the old man, and sat down in the pavilion. Only then did he realize that the round table was a yin and yang fish pattern, and the inner roof of the pavilion was a bright starry sky.

"Hello, I think you should know, my name is Zhao Mai. It was my first time to come to this ministry, and I was very disturbed. ”

"Let's drink tea first, don't waste it, it's a hassle to clean. The old man stretched out his hand and pushed a small white porcelain teacup, which was colorless and transparent water, without any tea but with a faint tea fragrance. Zhao Mai tasted it suspiciously, and it didn't seem to have any taste, as if it was cold and white. It doesn't matter, just drink.

"My surname is Li, and my single name is an ear character. ”

Zhao Mai blocked his mouth, and finally didn't let the tea squirt out, because the old man said, "It can't be wasted, it's troublesome to clean." That name is absolutely unique, and no one will ever be arrogant or ignorant enough to share his name. Li Er is Lao Tzu, the author of "Tao Te Ching" or "Lao Tzu", and Taishang Laojun is also.

Now he understands why Zhong Jianbai is so mysterious!

"Dao Ke Dao, very Dao Dao?"

"That's what I said. The old man nodded, and the three long wisps of his beard trembled slightly: "Don't worry, adjust your breathing." I know you might have quite a few questions. The questions are endless, and even if you think about it for tens of thousands of years, you can't solve it in case. ”

"Well, I understand. Zhao Mai nodded, the training of his psychic ability allowed him to quickly calm down. "You say, I'll listen. ”

"No matter what conjecture you have in your head, it's likely to have happened, it's happening, it's going to happen, all three of these states exist at the same time, and time is a strange thing. What I tell you from a subjective point of view, I was first raised by my mother's biological father, and as I grew up, I kept thinking about the world around me, and my heart was full of doubts. Then I had the opportunity, just like you now, to be able to travel to other places, to wander around, sometimes to talk to people and discuss things, sometimes just to see all kinds of scenery. By the way, what are you going to use to get through the space-time portal now?"

"I have a car, my own four-wheeled car, and I usually work part-time as a taxi driver. ”

"It's good, there are doors, windows and air conditioning, times are really different. I only had an old green cow at the time. The old man stroked his beard and continued: "Many things happened after that. Everywhere I went, I observed, then learned, and slowly formed my own thoughts, step by step to where I am today. See more and think more, and you will be like me. Learn some of the wisdom of others, and when you mention a few words from others, it is no different from an ordinary old man. Now that I'm hiding here, I'm calling you here mainly because you're able to grab other people's shuttle requests, which is probably a unique ability so far. ”

"Unique, how does everyone else do it?"

"Generally speaking, you need to use the Destiny Gold Coin first, and then you have to have the idea of crossing in your heart. Then, by chance, it would be easy for these people to run into the emissaries of the Ring Alliance. After that, it is only necessary to make a request to the messenger and pay the gold coins. Of course, there are also people who can communicate with a higher level of will, God, the god of space, and the like, and then snap a thunderbolt down, and they will cross. ”

"Huh...... Sure enough, there is really such a ......" Zhao Mai's eyes rolled, and there were a few questions in his heart. As soon as he opened his mouth, the old man gave the answer.

"It's okay to live forever, saints exist, I know magic, the cow is old and dead, but I can shuttle without a cow, and it's me who asks everyone to call me old man instead of Lao Tzu - it's more convenient. The old man shook his head and said to Zhao Mai: "Don't ask, I have a special book, called "What's Going on in a Million", and let Zhong Jianbai give you a copy when the time comes, which basically covers all the answers, about as thick as a miniature version of Cihai." They always wanted me to make a database, but I don't like computers. The old man squeezed his eyes and smiled and raised his index and middle fingers: "It can only count to two, it's too stupid!"

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

"Don't be too inhibited, let me explain why you are needed here. The old man poured tea on Zhao Mai and himself, and his eyes flashed with the light of memory. "There were once three mages, Lynch, Siegel, and a mysterious man whose name was hidden, who wanted to know the secret of the creation of the world, but discovered a remarkable way to do it......" (To be continued.) )