On the watchtower, several archers blended into the night, keeping an eye out for any movement in the distance.

Four months later, the camp built by Wang's family and other people who were originally employed to perform pioneering work has been erected.

Nowadays, the security is even stricter. In addition to the servants who do hard labor, there are also groups of martial artists who are responsible for security. It is like a small military camp.

At this time, at the back of the camp, there was a wooden house that was heavily guarded, with a guard post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps.

Under the oil lamp, Wang Xian, with disheveled hair and dressed in white, sat at the table, tirelessly flipping through ancient books and local county chronicles.

"No, no, how could there be no such a Taoist temple called 'Shui Heng Liu' in modern times?"

Wang Xian's eyes were bloodshot and he kept muttering to himself in a frenzy. He suddenly stood up and pushed all the books on the table to the ground.

"Master, the road to becoming an immortal is long, don't get angry, just follow me back to the city tomorrow."

Inside the room, there was an old man with a youthful face, white hair and a thin figure, who spoke in a light tone.

"Songbo!"

Wang Xian showed resentment: "I don't have spiritual roots, you all say I can't cultivate immortality!"

"But I don't believe it! The immortal path is vast and boundless, and the universe is created by nature. There must be a way for me to enter the immortal path!"

"The Taoist temple in this newly opened calamity zone may contain a chance for me to cultivate immortality!"

Upon hearing this, Song Bo sighed, looking somewhat reluctant.

Everyone said that Wang Xian admired the way of immortality and spent all day searching for immortal mountains and visiting hermits.

But only a few people in the palace knew that Wang Xian had no spiritual roots and was doomed to have no hope of becoming an immortal. He also had no martial arts training and was not even capable of tying a chicken.

A few months ago, Wang Xian accidentally broke into the calamity zone, which was a time inn. The scenery and existence inside were all fragments of history.

And that's all.

But the lost history can be "ghosted in the fire"! Ghosted in the fire, the afterimage of history is the burning fire, and those who step into that history are the ghost writers! You can interact and touch it, follow the rules of that history and play it, and even absorb the opportunities and fortunes of the past and bring them back to reality! The corresponding one is "watching chess with a broken chessboard", which can only experience a dream of a broken chessboard, like a passerby watching silently, but unable to intervene and change it.

It is easy to find a bad sword, but it is difficult to find a ghostwriter.

Even in dozens of disaster areas where time has been disrupted, it is difficult to encounter a person who can catch the sword in the fire.

That's why Mr. Wang, Yu Yuan and others were so surprised and shocked when they heard that Wang Xian could touch the Taoist temple and even touch the gate.

It is because of this kind of calamity realm where one can personally participate and even change the original trajectory of historical development that one can obtain various immortal opportunities and will also be granted by the Great Jiang court.

The Wang family would rise rapidly in prominence, from being a local tyrant in the county to a prominent family in the state overnight; it might even be possible for them to marry the emperor's daughter!

Therefore, the Taoist temple seemed to be the last straw for Wang Xian! Song Bo said: "The master has ordered you not to get close to this robbery area, so young master, don't make it difficult for me, come back with me tomorrow."

When Wang Xian heard this, his eyes darkened. He put on his coat, rushed out the door, and headed towards a dark forest at the end of the camp.

Seeing this, Song Bo showed helplessness in his eyes. He personally selected a few martial artists to guard the courtyard and immediately followed.

In the dark night, the silhouettes of the trees looked like ghostly shadows.

A small path that was artificially cleared, the road surface is a bit muddy.

"Young Master, please walk slowly and don't fall. Just take a look at the Taoist temple and don't get too close."

Hearing Song Bo's voice, which sounded like he was coaxing a child, Wang Xian became more and more angry.

The footsteps did not stop, and soon, they were in the dark night and the faint moonlight.

A Taoist temple with blue bricks, black tiles, and a gold-painted plaque hanging on it, with the faint smell of incense, suddenly appeared at the end of the road.

But looking towards the calamity realm from the wilderness is like looking at the moon in water or flowers in the fog; it is impossible to see the Tao clearly.

Song Bo was about to say more when he suddenly felt dizzy and his vision was distorted and spinning.

Oh no, it's poisonous! Song Bo suddenly opened his eyes wide, and saw Wang Xian standing outside the robbery area, holding Luo Dai on his right arm, and then he arched his hands towards him, as if to apologize.

Then, he stepped directly into the calamity realm and disappeared.

…

The endless mist filled Wang Xian's eyes, flowing like water.

He seemed to be falling in the air, with a violent feeling of falling, and his whole body was getting lower and lower. When he suddenly reacted, he had changed to another world.

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He looked up in confusion, and the three words on the Taoist temple's plaque came into view.

The warm sunshine shines on the earth, the insects and birds sing, the trees are lush and green, and the breeze from the mountain mist brushes across your face.

Further away, it was covered by a thin veil, as if it was the edge of the world.

"Stop coming here, Master Liquan has been traveling recently. Please go back or wait outside the door!"

In front of the Taoist temple, a Taoist boy who was guarding the temple saw Wang Xian and shouted loudly.

Wang Xian reacted immediately, his pupils focused and he came back to his senses.

"I'm back outside the Shuihengliu Taoist Temple again, and I'm stopped by the Taoist boy again. This time, I must get the chance to become an immortal!"

Wang Xian talked to himself for a moment.

The last time he was caught in the fire, after being stopped by the Taoist boy, he just stood outside the door stupidly, really waiting.

But he waited for fifty years! His hair turned white, his eyes became cloudy, his teeth fell out, and his face became wrinkled, but he never got to see Master Liquan back!

Finally, Yu Yuan arrived and, with the help of Luo Dai, dragged him back.

But the servants who accidentally set foot into the robbery zone with him were not so lucky.

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All of them died of old age in the calamity zone.

So this time, Wang Xian no longer sat and waited for death.

"Excuse me, Taoist, can I have some water to drink? I have been traveling for a long time and I am very thirsty."

Wang Xian took a few steps forward and said tentatively.

The Taoist boy closed his eyes and did not react at all.

Seeing this, Wang Xian became angry and picked up a fist-sized stone from the side.

"Child, please open your eyes."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist boy slowly opened his eyes, but the next moment, a stone hit his eye socket.

Wang Xian beat him repeatedly like a madman, and blood flowed all over his hands.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much, please stop hitting me, please stop hitting me..."

The boy wailed and rolled on the ground, but Wang Xian hit him more and more fiercely, and with greater force, until the boy could not move. Then he stood up in a daze, and the stone slipped from his hand.

He strode over the Taoist boy's body and slowly pushed open the door of the Taoist temple with his blood-stained hands.

Behind the door was an open-air alchemy well and furnace, with a flame still burning in the furnace.

The door of the main hall was not locked. From Wang Xian's angle, he could still see the statues of gods in the main hall.

There are multi-story structures on both sides. The first floor is also used to worship gods from all directions, while the second floor seems to be a place for Taoists in the temple to rest.

But at this moment, the entire Taoist temple was deserted, extremely empty and frighteningly quiet.

Wang Xian looked excited, yet a little hesitant.

He tiptoed over the threshold, walked straight past the incense burner, and came into the main hall.

He was somewhat afraid to look directly at the statues on the shrines, so he lowered his head and quickly searched the main hall.

"No, no, how could there be no."

Not finding what he wanted, Wang Xian became more and more anxious. He left the main hall and went up to the second floor, opening the doors of the quiet rooms and dormitories one by one.

"Where, where exactly?"

There is no second floor either.

Wang Xian returned to the main hall and paced for a while.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He looked up abruptly and saw the statues of the Three Pure Ones sitting cross-legged on a square seat in the center of the main hall. The one in the middle seemed to be holding something in his hands.

Wang Xian's eyes lit up with joy when he saw this. He knelt down and worshipped for a while, saying something like "don't blame yourself". Then he took the shelf, climbed onto the statue, and took the thing down.

I saw that this was a booklet that was almost made of jade. After opening it, the first sentence I saw was -

I have a book on how to become an immortal. I teach everyone. I hope everyone can become an immortal.

Seeing this, Wang Xian's eyes widened instantly, and he tightly grasped the booklet with both hands, crying with joy.

"I, I'm going to become an immortal!!"

(End of this chapter)