Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 158: It’s Not Suitable to Read Today (25)

After finding their respective dormitories, the outer disciples had half a day to rest.

After packing up his things, Lin Yuan declined Shangguan Zhi's invitation to go for a walk together and went to the Sutra Library in Shennong Valley.

The disciple in charge of the place was a little surprised when he learned that Lin Yuan wanted to see content about gods, but he still invited Lin Yuan in and enthusiastically served him a cup of hot tea.

After putting the tea away, he walked into the library again, and a quarter of an hour later he brought over a full basket of bamboo slips.

“Fellow Daoist Lin, here are all the records related to the gods. Please take your time to read them.” The other party said enthusiastically.

"My fellow Taoist, have we known each other before?" Lin Yuan asked doubtfully.

"I haven't seen it, but we saw your situation through Tianxing. Your way of managing disciples is quite novel, so we remembered it."

"That's it..."

After thinking about it, Lin Yuan took out a piece of management experience from the jade slip, copied it onto a bamboo slip, and handed it to the disciple.

"This is the note I took earlier. If you have time, please correct me."

The disciple was immediately overjoyed and thanked repeatedly. After a while, he brought over a portion of dried fruit and then went to check it out happily.

Looking at the other party's happy expression, Lin Yuan felt that knowledge is hard currency everywhere.

While eating dried fruits, Lin Yuan picked up a bamboo slip and put it on his forehead to read it.

The Demonic Sect also has records of gods, but they are all kept in the Origin Sect.

Yue Linglong had already helped him obtain the qualifications to go to Benyuan Sect, but he didn't have time for the moment, so he could only put it off until later.

In this bamboo slip, Lin Yuan saw that the record of gods had existed since ancient times. It was indeed a coincidence that his previous "Mountain Travel" happened to be close to the record of the mountain god.

The gods in ancient times often did not have their own consciousness. They were more like the embodiment of a part of the power of heaven. They could be summoned through certain sacrificial rituals and the wishes of the worshiper could be satisfied by the amount of the sacrifice.

Later, with the rise of humanity, the ancestors could enjoy incense and become family gods, but they could only protect the safety of their own family and their children.

When the incense stops burning, the family gods will also disperse.

Afterwards, the concept of family gods was continuously promoted. For example, if a family god joins the army, he will become the soul of the army; if a family god joins a sect, he will become the guardian god and so on.

This kind of belief in God often leads to mutual complementation between the believers and the gods. The believers will influence the gods, and the gods will in turn influence them.

Some gods even combined with ancient gods and obtained some of the authority of heaven, thereby transcending incense and achieving immortality.

Some gods left this place with their authority, wandered into the sky, and did not return for a long time.

In addition to these hard science popularizations, the bamboo slips also record a large number of interesting short stories, such as the conception of a household god, the wrong household god being worshipped, resulting in a fox becoming a household god, the mutation of military spirits and the rampage of women's clothing in the army, etc.

As he read on, Lin Yuan discovered that there was a lot of unofficial history in it, which made him sigh that there are unofficial history enthusiasts everywhere.

Some things are so well made that you can’t tell the authenticity unless you look closely. You’ll only be shocked to find out they’ve been cheated when you discover they’ve turned out to be pornographic texts.

Of course, some of them are not unofficial histories, but they look even wilder than unofficial histories.

Just as Lin Yuan was watching with great interest, he heard someone beside him ask, "Fellow Daoist, is there anyone here?"

Putting down the bamboo slips, Lin Yuan looked at the sparsely populated Sutra Library, then asked in confusion: "There are so many seats here, why are you sitting next to me?"

"Haha, looking for you."

Lin Yuan then began to look at the person in front of him and found that he was wearing a red robe and had an evil smile on his face. He felt that he was planning something.

Moreover, the other party was at the Foundation Establishment stage, and suddenly appeared beside him at this time. There seemed to be something wrong no matter how he looked at it.

After looking at Lin Yuan for a while, the man bowed and said, "I am Li Nong, a monk from the Great Medical Sect. Nice to meet Junior Brother Lin Yuan."

"You know me too?"

"Junior Brother Lin has become quite famous recently. Almost everyone here knows you."

Lin Yuan nodded, feeling that it was no wonder that Haoran Jue had made good profits recently. He was happy to see the profits every day when he woke up.

However, he felt that he had just performed steadily, and he did not expect to attract so much attention. This was inconsistent with his undercover identity.

I really need to try to be more low-key in the future, but it seems quite difficult.

Li Nong didn't know what Lin Yuan was struggling with, and thought that the other party was wary of his identity as a demon sect.

So, he smiled and said, "Although I am from the Demon Sect, I also yearn for the righteous path, otherwise I would not have come to Shennong Valley to study. I was amazed by Junior Brother Lin's performance before, so I got some inspiration. These are some little gadgets I made, please take a look, Junior Brother Lin."

Then, without further ado, the other party handed over a bamboo slip and stood up and left.

Looking at the bamboo slips in confusion, Lin Yuan didn't understand what the other party was here for?

Send bamboo slips? One bamboo slip costs half a spirit stone. Aren't you afraid that I will sell the bamboo slips to buy snacks?

Although he was confused, Lin Yuan was not worried that the other party was plotting against him.

After all, he really wanted to see who dared to plot against the ancient gods.

As soon as he immersed his spiritual thoughts into the bamboo slips, Lin Yuan felt speechless.

Li Nong, you liar!
This thing was definitely not made by you!

As soon as he sank into it, he saw a black screen in front of his eyes, followed by a huge game title: "Shennong Valley Diary".

What’s more important is that the names of the producers are also listed below: Qingjun and Kong Jue!
And not only that, they even created their own mascot!
One is a cute straw man puppet, and the other is a one-armed black bear. The two mascots are waving their arms on the game screen, looking quite cute.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yuan just wanted to say: Awesome.

Apart from anything else, this forward-thinking awareness alone is already quite amazing.

After entering the game, Lin Yuan wanted to say hello to the two of them.

It can be clearly seen that the game they made this time is similar to "Human Emperor Realm".

They pulled out the farming part of the Human Emperor Realm separately, and then continuously copied the farming system inside, from using river water to grow ordinary wheat, all the way to "using the energy of the creation of the sky to grow innate Xuanyuan wheat."

There are also some of their own ideas mixed in, and compared to the previous "Survivors of the Demon Gate", the proportion of originality has also increased this time, which is very impressive.

Most gamers grow up by imitating and borrowing from others, but Qingjun and Kong Jue can actually make two games in a row. This shows that they either love games or have found a way to derive negative emotions from games.

No matter which possibility it was, Lin Yuan was a little touched.

I am not alone in my ways.

But after playing for a while, Lin Yuan felt a little unhappy again.

The Demon Sect is the Demon Sect, and its sinister and negative thoughts can never be changed.

It was fine at the beginning. The crops grew quite fast and the game feedback was quite comfortable, which made Lin Yuan enter a flow state.

Although the gameplay is a bit monotonous, Lin Yuan still enjoys it.

However, before long, as the quality of plants improves, the planting time will become longer. Players will then need to try to kill monsters to gain skills to speed up, and this part is stitched together in "The Way of the Sword".

There is a weak period after being beaten to death. The process of running around the corpses is a bit boring, but you have to run.

And when you are almost killing the leader, the opponent may kill you with only a little health left, which makes you feel even worse.

Putting down the bamboo slips, Lin Yuan decisively withdrew, cursing "shameless".

You actually use this kind of method to mess with people's mentality. What's the difference between you and those pay-to-win mobile games!
Then he continued reading, but soon noticed that someone else had come.

Wang Jiu hurried in and said to Lin Yuan, "Lin Yuan, is there anyone from the Demon Sect looking for you?"

"Have."

"Did he give you anything?"

"A bamboo slip with a game called Shennong Valley Diary in it. I played it but it was boring, so I stopped playing."

"Don't play... Wait, you said it's boring?"

"Well, there are too many repetitive routines, so I don't want to play after watching it for a while. What's wrong?"

"It's okay, just don't play."

With a sigh of relief, Wang Jiu took the bamboo slips and said to Lin Yuan before leaving: "Remember, don't touch the things of the Demon Sect. Those things may have hidden evil intentions. You are the chief of the outer sect, and there are many people watching you."

"Thank you."

After seeing Wang Jiu off, Lin Yuan was about to continue reading the bamboo slips when he noticed Zhang Ting sneaking in.

Holding Lin Yuan, he whispered excitedly: "I just got a treasure, it's..."

"Ah... "Shennong Valley Diary", right?"

"How did you know? Is this your special ability as the chief?"

"Ugh……"

After a long sigh, Lin Yuan decided that he should not read any books today.

(End of this chapter)