Hearing the old Taoist priest's voice ringing in his head, Zhang Bei relaxed.

But before he could speak, Lao Bai's voice rang out.

"How does it feel?"

"Changbai?"

"Hey, you didn't expect it!"

Listening to the two people chatting directly, Zhang Bei changed his posture and continued to lean against the tree.

Lao Bai thoughtfully explained to the old Taoist priest the origin of his current faith.

After all, Zhang Bei has gained the most from his live broadcast for so long.

Although he has not yet returned to his peak, there is already a lot he can do with his current strength.

At least he can rely on Zhang Bei to contact the mountain gods.

After listening to Lao Bai's story, the old Taoist priest was confused for a while and then the whole mountain became excited.

"So I can borrow your power?"

"No, the dragon vein is broken and the power cannot be transmitted."

"I'm going to fuck Liu Bowen!"

Hearing the voice in his head, Zhang Bei's tone of chatting with the live broadcast room slowed down a bit.

Zhang Bei had also talked with the mountain gods about dragon veins before.

When Liu Bowen cut off the dragon vein, he did not cut off the dragon on the land of China, but other dragon veins, large and small.

If this thing is left alone, it will probably continue to grow. If it is not suppressed by the imperial mausoleum, it will turn into a giant dragon sooner or later.

Killing the dragon veins was a good thing for the feudal dynasty, but it was a bloody disaster for these mountain gods.

The transmission of power between mountain gods relies on the dragon veins that are spread all over the land of China. Without this thing, there would be no way for the mountain gods to communicate with each other.

However, although communication was no longer possible back then, it actually had little impact on the mountain god.

They can still absorb faith and maintain themselves relying on the City God Temple.

After all, the largest dragon vein in China is still there. As long as nothing happens to that dragon, the mountain god will not die no matter what.

Unfortunately, when the Qing army entered the pass, the first thing they did was to cut off the dragon.

It was also from that time that mountain gods, large and small, died one after another, and the slightly stronger ones also fell into a deep sleep.

If it only reaches this level, it will not have much influence on mountain gods like Lao Bai and Old Taoist priests.

Although this great dragon has been killed, there will be people who will emerge at the right time to condense the destiny of the dragon's veins and re-establish the dynasty.

It will probably take two or three generations to recover.

But the person who came into being that time was too ruthless and didn't give Dragon Vein the slightest chance.

Use the red flag to scatter all the dragon veins. From then on, there are no more dragon veins, only everyone is like a dragon.

That's why Lao Bai said before that there is no need for gods in this era, and the mountain gods should have perished long ago.

The two mountain gods, who had not chatted for who knows how many years, had a very pleasant conversation.

I don't know what Lao Bai mentioned, but it immediately made the old Taoist priest angry.

"What the hell, if that bastard hadn't cut off his dragon veins, I would have used my power to blow up Mount Fuji!"

"Stop farting. Just a few shells made you sleep for twenty years, and you bombed Mount Fuji?"

Hearing that the two men were about to quarrel, Zhang Bei turned his head silently and walked in one direction.

The old Taoist priests within the range can absorb the faith, so take advantage of this time to go see those little guys.

Following a path all the way to a small stream, Zhang Bei's eyes continued to search the ground.

Soon, a cave built under a tree came into view.

Most of the entire cave entrance was blocked with soil, leaving only a ventilated space.

Looking at the traces of soil plowing around, we have basically determined the origin of this cave.

"Little guy, are you at home?"

With a gentle voice, there were questions in the entire live broadcast room.

But soon, a pig-like nose came out of the hole.

I smelled the smell in the air with my nose, and then my whole body appeared in the live broadcast room.

Looking at this little guy, Zhang Bei reached out and picked it up.

"Pangolin is a national first-level protected animal. The wild population is sparse, and its main food source is ants and larvae."

Zhang Bei carefully looked at the scales on the little guy's body, and soon found a slightly darker area on the tail.

"Although the number of pangolins here is not large, it is enough for them to reproduce. A few years ago, I and people from the Animal Protection Association made comparison marks on the pangolins here."

While speaking, Zhang Bei rummaged in his backpack for a moment with one hand, and quickly took out a jar filled with soil.

Opening the jar and placing it directly on the ground, the little guy glanced at Zhang Bei, then quickly dug up the soil in the jar with his claws, dug out two termites and stuffed them into his mouth.

While the little one was eating, Zhang Bei also started a new round of science popularization.

"Generally speaking, pangolins live alone and only live in pairs when they reproduce."

"April to May is when these little guys breed, but this one has obviously passed its estrus period and returned to living alone."

"There are eight subspecies of pangolin, and the scientific name of the one in front of us is the Chinese pangolin."

"They are used to hiding in the day and coming out at night. They usually block the entrance of the cave with soil during the day and come out to look for food at night."

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Not many people paid attention to Zhang Bei's science popularization. The entire live broadcast room's attention was attracted by the little guy digging up termites.

Davari: [Why are you so ugly!]

Hongchenjun: [The claws are so flexible!]

My wife took it out and said, "So this is the guy in Calabash Baby?"

Zhang Bei glanced at the barrage and nodded: "Don't be fooled by the animation. This guy doesn't have the ability to walk through mountains at all. If he reaches the sky, he just digs deeper."

"But there is one particularly interesting thing about this little guy, that is, every pangolin has mysophobia."

"Before each bowel movement, use your front paws to dig a pit five to ten centimeters deep 1-2 meters outside the hole."

"After discharging the feces into the pit, cover it with loose soil."

"These little guys usually have two caves, one is called the summer cave and the other is the winter cave."

"The summer cave is built on a hillside that is ventilated and cool and has a higher terrain to avoid rainwater. The tunnel inside the cave is short and the structure is simple."

"The winter cave is built in a low-lying place with leeward direction and facing the sun. The structure inside the cave is relatively complex. The tunnel is winding and shaped like a gourd."

The little guy hollowed out an entire glass jar. After seeing that there were no termites left, he crawled along Zhang Bei's trouser legs and into his arms.

After adjusting to a comfortable position, I lay down directly.

Seeing Zhang Bei getting intimate with wild animals again, the entire live broadcast room was filled with a flame called jealousy.

Beiming Youhai: [Grass, I’m so envious of this physique!]

Sister Zhou can also make: [Lemon fruit on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree!]

Friendly Burial: [It’s so sour, why am I not that pangolin.]
Chapter completed!