[Travel + cool text + active sign-in system + semi-brainless]
Traveling through the world of immortality, Shen Que became a Taoist temple servant who guarded the graves of the dead.
There is no system, no spiritual roots, the mountains and plains behind are full of barren graves, and life is so poor that I can only eat steamed buns with mixed noodles.
Until that night, while he was squatting in front of the stove and eating, there were suddenly three muffled thuds under his feet.
"Is there anything to eat outside? I've been hungry for three hundred years."
Shen Que trembled and broke off half of the steamed bun and stuffed it into a crack in the ground. After finishing the meal, Shen Que burped with satisfaction.
"There is a treasure underneath the Taoist temple. It's right next door to me. You take care of the food, and I'll teach you how to get it."
From that day on, Shen Que fed the hungry ghost bosses underground every night.
Steamed buns are exchanged for martial arts, pickles are exchanged for secret techniques, and half a bowl of gruel is exchanged for a clue to ancient spiritual veins.
He thought he was just a feeder.
It wasn't until one day when the foundation of the Taoist temple was dug up that it was discovered that underneath was an entire ancient immortal tomb that had been trapped for three thousand years.
And all the bosses in the tomb pointed at the pottery bowl in his hand and asked:
"What's for dinner tonight?"
Shen Que looked at his broken pot and fell into deep thought.
How about going down the mountain to get some more steamed buns?
