I was stunned when I heard this, not because I doubted it, but mainly because it was too dreamy.

I hurriedly took a few steps back, "Are you sure it's me?"

"After practicing for a hundred years, someone has rescued me, but they haven't been able to resist the temptation and want the dog's head gold on me!"

Seeing that he was so determined, I couldn't be sure for a while.

There are only two things that people can't control in this life, one is fate, but fate.

When to come, where to meet whom, there is a certainty.

Although I haven't lived like a human being now, I really have this chance to hit the hell.

But it also aroused my curiosity: "What do you say about the master?"

"It's a Taoist priest, with a dusty hand in his left hand and a jet-black shovel in his right hand."

I had an image in my head: "Is it a knife face, very thin, and I speak slowly?"

The joy on the old man's face instantly froze, and he said in surprise, "You also know him?"

It's completely right! We're talking about the same person, Ruhai Zhenren.

I hurriedly asked, "I've met Ruhai Zhenren twice, do you know what he's about?"

A long time ago, Uncle Ya said that Ruhai Zhenren hid his anger on my iron shovel, and he wouldn't let me use it at all.

I was always curious about his identity, but I couldn't find him, so I could only hide this doubt in my heart.

Now seeing this old turtle, there must be some relationship between them.

The old man smiled slightly, "I don't know who he is."

"All I know is that he flew on my back, and that's why he gave me a chance."

In this way, this Ruhai Zhenren is really a person who has attained the Tao.

But this doesn't make sense, it's impossible for the righteous god to attack mortals, why did he say that he would kill me for the last time?

"Master."

While I was thinking, the old man spoke again, "Now, I want to give you the real gift, and this one, you must ask for it."

"Yes...... What?"

The old man puffed out his chest with great difficulty: "Me."

"Huh?"

He nodded firmly, "That's right, it's me!"

The old man didn't give me a chance to speak, and said bluntly, "You need a foundation to build a view, fill me in!"

I looked at him apprehensively, unable to believe it was true: "You're not kidding?"

"Nope."

I knew the old man's intentions, and I had heard of it, but when it came to me, I couldn't believe it was true.

Many thousand-year-old temples have such records.

In the early days of the temple, there will be a link called filling the altar.

The surrounding people will rush to throw their most valuable things into the foundation pit, including antiques, calligraphy and paintings of the year, and countless gold and silver things.

In the temple of the Emperor Ziwei in the south of the Yangtze River, when you enter the door, you can see the temple history engraved on the stone tablet, which records the matter of filling the altar with spiritual objects.

It's just that there is a snake and a turtle buried under the temple.

The Great Emperor Temple has been established for nearly a thousand years and has experienced countless natural and man-made disasters, but it is stunned that not even a wall skin has been removed.

In the early years of the Republic of China, probably around the Dragon Boat Festival, there was a crack in the main hall in the south of the Yangtze River, where the thunder was not stopped, and the earthquake could not be broken.

On that day, everyone saw a red ladder hang down, and a golden light rose from the ground.

Some people say that they saw a dragon, but in fact, the soaring snake body and tortoise shell just looked like a dragon.

Since the fight against this snake and a turtle soared, the Ziwei Emperor Temple can be said to be responsive, more spiritual than before, and has been passed down to the present.

The reason why I can't believe it is because of the weight behind it.

If there is a spiritual object to fill the altar, my Taoist temple will also become a famous grand view.

I thought about it for a long time, and then slowly raised my head: "Once you are buried in it, you may not be able to come out for hundreds of years, which is worse than doing bitter meditation."

"Moreover, cultivation can't be forced, you are in such a deep place, once you go mad, so many years of Taoism will be ruined."

Hearing this, the old man hesitated for a moment, and then pleaded, "If it's convenient, can you build a pool with me?"

"One is to adjust your mind, and the other is to help you."

I barely hesitated, and immediately agreed: "Convenient! It's very convenient."

"That ......"

The old man lifted his robe and simply knelt down: "Please also ask the head to give me words."

Looking at his low body, my two lips seemed to be glued, and I couldn't speak.

"Otherwise, you'd better change someone."

After struggling for a long time, I still chose to refuse.

The old man looked up with a puzzled face, "Why is that?"