As the fireball fell, the old man suddenly took action.
He, who was still stooped, suddenly straightened up, trying to avoid the fireball.
However, the speed of the fireball suddenly slowed down as it approached him, turned around and flew towards him again.
The old man was facing a formidable enemy, and being slow had its disadvantages. He couldn't find the opportunity to avoid it, so he could only forcefully block it.
Seeing this situation, Mingshu suddenly became happy.
"This old man pretends to be very similar, but he actually deceived me."
As she said that, she suddenly became happy and said: "Old guy, stop hiding, you can't hide."
As she finished speaking, the fireball accelerated again and landed directly on him.
boom!
Flames spattered and exploded on his body.
The sudden change made the old man close his eyes and wait for death to come.
But when he closed his eyes and the fireball dissipated, he did not disappear with it.
Not only did it not disappear, there was not even a trace of pain.
"Okay, I have something to ask you, and I don't mean to hurt you."
Mingshu stood up and laughed.
She was well aware of the little tricks used by Zhang Shengli.
How could a powerful empress not see Zhang Shengli’s methods?
The old man took a deep breath and touched his body. Not to mention being injured, even his clothes were not damaged at all.
This situation made him widen his eyes and look at the man and woman in front of him in disbelief.
He felt something was wrong from the moment the two of them appeared. Adhering to his habit of pretending to be deaf and dumb, he never chatted with them.
Although he was extremely curious about these two people, he just stood there and suppressed the curiosity in his heart.
"Where are you two from, and what is your purpose in coming to this small temple of mine?"
Hearing this, Zhang Shengli finally stood up and said straightforwardly: "You don't have to worry about where you are from. I just want to ask you, how long have you been the temple guardian here?"
"It started when I was thirty, and it has been seventy years now."
The old man seemed to remember his past experiences and sighed slightly.
If it weren't for the family's poverty, if it wasn't for being ugly, who would be willing to stay here for the rest of their lives.
Seventy years, a full seventy years of pretending to be deaf and dumb.
He faces the statues of gods every day, and occasionally goes to the mountains to talk to small animals. Although his strength has improved, he is still neither a human nor a ghost.
For him, life seems to have lost its meaning.
"This mountain temple absorbs the power of faith. Who told you?"
Hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly: "In the inheritance of the mountain gods, no one told me that I went into the mountains alone and was attacked by wild beasts in the mountains.
Originally I was supposed to be the dying person, but..."
The old man began to tell his story.
It's just that this story is basically the same as what Liu Ye experienced.
The only difference is that Mr. Liu has a friend named Zhang Qian, who comes from a village called Zhangjiacun.
So the development of the subsequent story is completely opposite.
"Then do you have anyone named Zhang here?"
The old man shook his head.
Zhang Shengli was stunned for a moment and continued to ask: "Have you ever had anything strange happen after living here for so long?"
The old man thought for a moment: "Isn't it strange that a weasel in the mountains would worship the mountain god?"
Zhang Shengli: "..."
"Then let me ask you again, apart from this mountain god inheritance, do you have no other purpose?"
"Purpose?" The old man suddenly became stupid: "I have obtained the inheritance of this mountain god and guarded this mountain temple all my life. What purpose can I have?
If there is a purpose, I can just leave here, get a wife, get married and have children, wouldn't he?"
Zhang Shengli: "..."
After asking so many questions, Zhang Shengli suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have asked anything. It seemed that the situation was completely different from what he thought.
It seems that he answered a lot and said a lot, but he said nothing at all.
"You two, where are you from? Looking at your methods, do you also have the inheritance of the mountain god?"
Zhang Shengli did not answer, but frowned.
The clue seems to be broken.
It can't be concluded, because it was just what he thought it was from beginning to end. Relatively speaking, it can't be called a clue at all.
Ming Shu looked at Zhang Shengli's depressed mood and felt a little uncomfortable.
"In my opinion, if I were to search his soul directly, I would doubt that he was telling the truth."
As soon as these words came out, the old man immediately knelt down.
It is said that a man has gold at his knees, but the old man was not aware of it at all.
He is a centenarian, and most of his body is buried in the earth. How can he care about this?
Although I don’t know what searching for souls means, let alone what harm this practice will do to me.
But this word doesn’t sound like a good thing.
In addition, Zhang Shengli kept shaking his head, and he felt that it must be something harmful to others.
"You two, I have not offended you. Old man, I have stayed here all my life. Apart from occasionally going to the village to peek at women taking a bath, I have never done any bad things."
Zhang Shengli: "..."
A 100-year-old man can still do things like peek at people taking a shower.
This made him a little confused what to say.
"Okay, he really doesn't know this. Let's take a look at the mountain first and talk about it later."
After Zhang Shengli finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a ray of light hit the old man directly.
Before the old man could react, he had already fallen down.
In front of him, the old man couldn't even stir up a wave.
Compared with the original Liu Ye, this old man is not just a little bit different, but a huge difference.
Ever since he inherited the mountain god's inheritance, Liu Ye has been thinking about improving his strength.
Even if the mountain temple was later established, it was all for the purpose of improving one's own strength.
"What are you doing in the mountains?"
Mingshu was a little confused, but her curiosity about this matter was getting bigger and bigger.
I am also very curious about the existence of a mountain temple here and the so-called power of faith.
"Let's see if there is an entrance to the small world."
Zhang Shengli has many thoughts about small worlds. At least in his opinion, there are small worlds on earth.
Then it should be here too.
He doesn't believe that the other party can't figure out things in the small world based on his methods.
But nothing has changed here, and the small world must be the same as before, with the division of forces.
As for the alien invasion, it may not exist, or it may have already occupied the small world.
"What is a small world?"
"Just think of it as a secret realm."
"Have you found the secret place?"
Mingshu followed Zhang Shengli closely, like a curious baby who wanted to ask questions about everything.
"When you find the secret realm, interfere with it and break it!"
When Zhang Shengli said this, there was a hint of domineering in his words.
In his opinion, since he couldn't find a way, he would break it by force, or at worst, force the other party to appear.
Then ask the other party why they sealed the earth and what is the purpose of doing so.