"Get in the coffin!"
At the elder's shout, the disciples seemed to have known everything already. They opened the coffin lid and lay down inside like zombies.
Seeing Russell dumbfounded, he felt more and more that this place was a cult. Why were there so many weird things
After thinking it over carefully, he immediately accepted it.
Coffin, coffin, promotion and wealth, perhaps ordinary people would be superstitious about something ominous, but Taoists certainly would not care.
If there are ghosts or some unclean things, the Taoist priest will definitely smile.
"Brother, I'm in a good mood today. How about giving you a ride and sending you directly to the underworld?"
Russell walked straight to the coffin beside him. Just as he was about to lie down in it like them, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
It was the elder.
The elder had a mysterious look on his face and said something that hinted at something, "Jiang Ziya is fishing, and those who are willing will take the bait!"
After saying that, he put the bracelet down.
Russell kept these words in mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
Isn't this a complete shady deal
But he likes it!
"Thank you for your advice, Elder."
"Hey, what did I say?"
Russell smiled without saying anything, then lay down in the coffin and closed the lid. In an instant, it became dark.
It was extremely quiet in the coffin. After a while, Russell's nose moved slightly, as if he smelled some strange fragrance.
A strange feeling enveloped Russell's body. From top to bottom, a strong suction force surged from somewhere and directly sucked his soul in.
Russell's eyes were hazy and he felt dizzy. His body involuntarily emitted golden light that enveloped him, and the dizziness finally eased a little.
When he opened his eyes again, the things in front of him had changed drastically and were no longer pitch black.
Instead, it is full of brilliance, splendor, and endless azure blue.
Russell stretched out his hand and waved the unknown liquid beside him, feeling this strange feeling.
At this moment, he finally realized why the hall was not called the Treasure House or the Treasure Hall, but the Treasure Lake!
There was no end in sight, and blue liquid was everywhere. It was clearly a lake!
It wasn't just the azure blue. Russell could sense a variety of other colors as he looked around.
Red, blue, yellow, green, and all kinds of wonderful and unimaginable colors. The lake in front of us seems like a dream world.
Dream
Russell suddenly realized that this might be the spiritual world created by the founder of Maoshan, and those coffins were the entrances to the computers.
"Why does it feel like this is very similar to that thing from my previous life?"
What’s it called
Metaverse
Just as Russell was deep in thought, a cough came from beside him. He turned his head and saw that it was the Maoshan disciple he met in the hall.
And she is a female disciple.
Her face was red, her lips were pouting, and she looked like she was having difficulty breathing, as if she was about to suffocate.
This scene almost left Russell speechless.
He kindly reminded her, "Have you ever considered that you don't need to breathe when you are out of your body?"
"Ah? Oh!"
The female disciple suddenly realized and slowly let go of her nose, as if she had discovered a new world.
"Ah, really not. I don't seem to need to breathe."
She was as happy as a doll, flapping her arms and swaying in the lake, but her face turned red as if she thought of something.
Wasn't it stupid that I acted so silly just now
She waved her arms quickly and rushed off into the distance, "Thank you, you need to catch those treasures as soon as possible. It seems that there is a limit to the time we can stay."
"These unborn disciples seem a little immature..."
Russell shook his head and sighed in an air of being an elder. The little kids in Maoshan nowadays are not at all troublesome and are so immature that it is scary.
He did not forget his goal for today. He came here to find treasures!
In an instant, Russell released a huge amount of spiritual power, quickly sweeping across the fish swimming in the lake.
Where is the fish
They are clearly all kinds of martial arts secrets and treasures!
"Low-level skills..."
"A medium-grade magical instrument..."
"Low-level skills..."
"Low-level skills..."
"Low-grade magic weapon..."
"Low-quality treasure..."
Russell's powerful spiritual sense swept across hundreds of fish in a row, but there was not a single good fish. He was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.
"Is this Maoshan Patriarch's surname Ma?"
The probability of finding something good in the Treasure Lake is so small that it reminds Russell of a money-sucking horse.
If I say too much, I will only shed tears of sadness!
"I don't believe it anymore!"
Russell swam towards a farther place like a fish. This treasure lake was so huge and boundless. There were treasures and pits everywhere.
In order to speed up, he even used his magic power to simulate two whirlpools under his feet, which served as accelerators for his forward movement, and he quickly shuttled through the lake.
Russell was moving very fast and soon met other Maoshan disciples in the lake. Some of them were holding mid-grade magical weapons and were smiling happily.
Some of them caught low-level fish but were not satisfied and continued to catch other fish.
But the fish was extremely agile and they couldn't catch it at all.
As they kept grabbing, the figures of some Maoshan disciples became fainter and fainter, and then disappeared into the lake.
"Is the duration of this existence determined by the strength of the soul?"
Russell understood instantly and was no longer anxious. With the strength of his soul, he could stay for a long time.
Time passed little by little, and a Maoshan disciple disappeared in front of Russell.
Then there was another one. As human teachers, they were already excellent disciples of Maoshan, but their spirits were still very weak.
After an unknown amount of time, there were fewer and fewer people in Baobei Lake, so much so that Russell wandered around for a while and never saw any other Maoshan disciples.
He was so angry that he kept stamping his feet. He was really convinced that the ancestor who created the Baby Lake must have the surname Ma!
Russell has seen tens of thousands of treasures, but there is only one top-grade magic weapon, and not a single top-grade one.
The probability is one in ten thousand, are you embarrassed
Can you sleep well
Russell was so depressed that he vomited blood. At this moment, a subtle white light floated past his eyes and instantly attracted his attention.
In the Baby Lake, besides fish and water, there are other things.
He looked carefully and found that the white light was actually a white line with a curved object under the line.
this…
this…
Isn't this his grandmother's fishhook
Russell was stunned for a moment, but then he remembered what the elder had said before.
"Jiang Ziya is fishing, and those who are willing to take the bait will do so!"
Really
Russell's eyes flickered and he grabbed the fishing line. A tremendous force came over him and the water around him flowed rapidly.
He seemed to be thrown into another environment.
"Wow, what a fat fish!"
A teasing voice was heard, and Russell raised his head with joy. He saw the man lying leisurely on the chair, holding a top-grade magic weapon - a fishing rod in his hand.
"Junior Uncle-Master! I missed you so much!"