Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

In this day and age, teachers who impart knowledge and guidance are sometimes like parents in the afterlife.

Under the rule of feudal dynasties, ordinary people could not get access to books and even learning to read was difficult.

Aside from farming, hunting, and fishing, there is little room for advancement.

And often these seemingly ordinary, low-level workers are controlled by landlords, wealthy merchants, powerful officials, and influential figures.

A family of six or seven worked hard to cultivate more than ten acres of rice fields, but in the end, they didn't earn a single acre of income.

Grain yields were low, and there was no genetically modified scientific research and manufacturing like in later generations.

That's why Qi Tiezui is giving Su Mu such a grand salute right now.

Once he becomes Su Mu's apprentice, according to the rules, he must present a gift to Su Mu and greet him three times a day, morning, noon and evening, while he is by Su Mu's side.

He could only sit down and do other things if Su Mu nodded.

Otherwise, one can only obediently serve by one's teacher's side until the teacher passes away.

If nothing unexpected happens, Qi Tiezui may not live to see the day Su Mu passes away.

Zhang Qishan, Er Yuehong, and Yi Xinyue, who were standing to the side, all had the same thought of becoming Qi Tiezui's apprentice.

Unfortunately, they couldn't walk this path.

Even the art of talismans is so obscure, complex, and difficult to understand.

The path of Taoist cultivation is just one of the most ordinary aspects.

Get up.

Su Mu returned to his position and looked at Qi Tiezui, who was still kowtowing.

Many people in Changsha have seen the talismans drawn by Su Mu.

Many people cannot see the actual strokes of the talisman with the naked eye, and cannot remember them even if they want to.

But Qi Tiezui is different.

He not only saw the specific drawing method of talismans, but also possessed a wealth of Taoist experience and knowledge.

Coincidentally, what Su Mu lacked was this kind of knowledge and experience that he had never encountered in his two lifetimes.

At this time, due to livelihood reasons, tomb raiders were everywhere and craftsmen were as numerous as dogs.

But in later generations, you couldn't find even one person out of ten thousand who could find the dragon veins and pinpoint auspicious burial sites; they were truly skilled.

Even the most seasoned crafts will gradually lose their unique aesthetic appeal in this era.

On the contrary, it was crosstalk-like performances that became wildly popular online.

Su Mu was an ordinary person in his previous life.

He truly knew nothing about tomb raiding or Taoist arts, and had absolutely no knowledge of them.

Even now, if you asked him to complete the task of finding the dragon's lair and performing rituals on his own, he would be completely clueless, a complete novice in the field.

However, time is long.

He will have these things he doesn't have now in the near future.

"Master, you agreed?" Qi Tiezui was overjoyed and quickly stood up from his kneeling position and walked to Su Mu's side.

Su Mu took a sip of tea, pursed his lips, and said, "You've already kowtowed to me, do you expect me to return the favor?"

With a big smile on his face, Qi Tiezui patted the dust off his feet, got up, and quickly ran to Su Mu's side.

Su Mu did not accept or hide the talisman; it was still placed on the table.

The people around looked down and saw the yellow paper talisman that Su Mu had placed on the table.

Huo Xian'er rubbed her eyes, which were starting to sting from looking at them.

"I can't see it."

Zhang Qishan spoke first.

"It's strange that I can't remember, because based on my past experiences, I should have a very good memory."

Er Yuehong followed up with her words.

"Can't see clearly, can't remember, is this a real spirit communication talisman?"

Huo Xian'er held the talisman in her hand, but no matter what she did, she was unable to immediately apply the talisman to the mural and its contents.

"If I take this talisman and imitate what you just did, I can also control clouds and rain, and summon divine thunder?"

Yi Xinyue looked on with curiosity and asked a question.

Qi Tiezui shook his head: "The older generation says that without being ordained and recognized by the Taoist lineage, one will not have any magical power. Therefore, this talisman is just a useless piece of paper to us."

"By the way, Master, you're really not a Taoist priest who received ordination? Most Taoist priests in the market, even those who have undergone formal ordination procedures, don't actually have real magical power. Were you taken in as a disciple by a true reclusive senior who has entered the world?"

Qi Tiezui blinked in confusion.

Su Mu shook his head: "I really don't have a master, nor am I a disciple or relative of any senior master or Taoist priest. After recovering from my serious illness, I felt that some kind of divine power was blessing me."

Su Mu could not allow anyone other than himself to know about the existence of the system.

Therefore, he attributed all his miraculous abilities to surviving a serious illness.

"So, you open a shop selling pills and talismans, and they're all genuine, with real effects?"

"Then how did you determine the authenticity of the ancient scriptures and talismans you exchanged for pills and talismans? Did you really just sense them?"

"..."

Su Mu didn't know how to explain, so he simply took out the book on divine strike techniques.

Most of the things determined by the system can only be seen and comprehended by Su Mu alone.

Su Mu has tried this many times.

So he simply took out the divine weapon and tried to explain why surviving a great calamity inevitably brings good fortune.

Zhang Qishan frowned as he picked up the ancient book recording the Divine Strike Technique and quickly came to a conclusion:

"Is this for real? Drinking talisman water and worshipping gods can lead to possession by spirits and the granting of divine power?"

"Let me see."

Er Yuehong reached out and took the ancient book recording divine fighting techniques, and began to read it.

A star in the sky suddenly twinkled and then disappeared in a streak of light.

A voice that is indistinguishable between male and female suddenly appears.

"Riding on the wind wheel, rising into the sky."

This sound seemed to be audible only to the few people inside their private room. It was mysterious and elusive, like someone whispering in someone's ear, or like it was echoing in their hearts. It was not an external sound.

"The Daoist arts of Qian Yuan are infinitely wondrous."

"Traveling the world, as swift as the wind."

Suddenly, I saw it piercing through the clouds, right in the corner of my eye.

"I shall grow and grow, without counting the years."

"I fear only my teacher, not Heaven."

call--

A sudden night wind blew into the private room on the second floor of the New Moon Hotel, affecting everyone in Su Mu's room.

The rustling sound of pages turning was carried by the wind.

Er Yuehong, holding the ancient book, had a stiff expression.

Before him was a fiery red phantom, dressed in red lotus robes, with a red lotus mark imprinted between its brows.

It's strange.

Zhang Qishan carefully read through the ancient book several times, but found it dull, dry, and boring.

But when the book fell into Er Yuehong's hands, it became somewhat different.

When Er Yuehong turned any page in the book, he could only see one page with similar content.

The inscription reads "Great God of the Three Altars and Seas".

Looking more closely at Er Yuehong at this moment, her plain and clean eyebrows and eyes, which were without any makeup, suddenly had a touch of dark red color.

"They actually chose him?!"

Su Mu was full of surprise as he looked at Er Yuehong, who had subtly concealed a strange fluctuation in his mind.

"Foot-powered windmill"

"Qianyun Daoist Techniques"

"I fear only my teacher, not Heaven."

Of the many divine techniques recorded in this book, very few can articulate these contents.

None of the methods recorded therein, whether it be "Meishan Divine Strike", "Maoshan Divine Strike", "Liuren Divine Strike" or "Huaguang Divine Strike" which is closely related to the February Red Pear Garden, would dare to say the last sentence, "I only fear the master, not Heaven".

After eliminating other possibilities, the only remaining reason is why Su Mu bought this ancient book that the system determined to contain genuine "Divine Strike Techniques".

The first one, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, does not speak in such a delicate manner; his voice is a mixture of male and female.

Secondly, Erlang Shen, who is known to most people about the other party's past divine history, would not speak in such a delicate manner. He is an impartial and incorruptible guardian deity.

So, only the last one left is the great god of the Three Altars and Seas, 'Nezha'.

In no time at all.

The pale red lotus mark has been replicated on Er Yuehong's forehead.

Many records about this deity, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, reveal his preferences and personality.

They are generally recorded as joy, red, gold, pink, lotus, and fire.

Spotless and clean, bright, with red as the main color, and not messy.

Having lived for thousands of years, he still retains a youthful mentality, is cynical, and wears his heart on his sleeve.

Thinking about the descriptions of Nezha in his mind, Su Mu seemed to slowly understand why Nezha chose Er Yuehong as soon as he touched the book.

Because the real-world Er Yuehong shared similar tastes with the other party, and in every aspect, they were like a perfect replica of each other.

Protective, impulsive, vengeful, hot-tempered...

Plus,

This may also be related to the industry that Er Yuehong himself works in.

Although Peking Opera does not require the same level of effort in portraying different roles as television and film in later generations, most performers can quickly immerse themselves in the role.

To achieve a relationship where we are intertwined, each influencing the other.

"It's the Crown Prince."

Er Yuehong's lips curled up slightly as she looked at Su Mu and announced the other party's divine title.