There is no doubt that what Song Ziyu needs most during this period is talents! There is a huge shortage of talents in all walks of life and various fields.
Logistics deployment, frontline command, cutting-edge combat capabilities, diplomatic backbone, etc. In short, the current situation is that anyone who can stand up and carry the leadership, Song Ziyu can find a place for him.
In this case, when Song Ziyu heard that strange people were coming to pay him a visit, the feeling was no different from Cao Mengde's feeling that he had to go barefoot to welcome Xu You.
So Song Ziyu immediately asked the strangers from the future to come in! Then Song Ziyu saw an old Taoist priest wearing a purple and gold Taoist robe.
Hiss...Song Ziyu took a breath of cold air. There is no other reason than that the robes worn by this Taoist priest are very knowledgeable.
This robe is double-breasted, calf-length and has no sleeves. The sun, moon, stars and exquisite pagoda are embroidered with gold and silver threads, and are supplemented by auspicious signs such as dragons, phoenixes and cranes. It is a scene that will last forever.
When Song Ziyu saw this thing, he was not only impressed by its exquisite texture, but what also surprised Song Ziyu was that... this robe... was clearly something handed down from the civilized era.
For a moment, Song Ziyu was in a daze.
"Little friend, you are distracted." The old Taoist priest smiled. Song Ziyu came back to his senses and said word by word: "Master, your clothes are old." Venerable Xuetun was stunned when he heard the words, then raised his finger and said: "Young friend, you have good eyesight and know the goods, but I don't know you. What can you tell?" Song Ziyu cleared his throat when he heard this, and then said: "Taoist methods have their own unique levels."
"How strict is the law?" The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes. Song Ziyu said: "According to the identity of a Taoist priest, Taoist robes are divided into seven colors: white, black, green, green, red, purple and yellow."
"Do you still know this?" The old Taoist priest smiled. Song Ziyu murmured: "The Underworld wears white robes, and the Doubu wears black robes. These are the prototypes of black and white and impermanence."
"Continue." Xuetun was in a daze for a moment. Song Ziyu continued: "The inferior mage wears a green robe and conducts private affairs."
"A middle-ranking mage wears a green robe, and he usually performs birthday wishes and fights."
"The superior mage wears a red robe, which represents the ability to pray for blessings." At this point, Song Ziyu paused and said, "The yellow robe belongs to the Celestial Master in the robe, and the orthodoxy of the Yuxia Kingdom only has six ancestral halls and seven ancestral halls. Sect, in other words, in the same historical period, in the whole world, there were only a few Taoist priests who could wear yellow robes." After hearing these words, Xue Tun's eyes widened, and the blood red hidden in his eyes could hardly be suppressed. .
Because...the old Taoist priest heard it
The word "Yu Xia". Song Ziyu seemed not to notice this strange appearance, but pointed at the old Taoist priest and said: "The most noble thing under the yellow robe is the purple robe worn by the master."
"How to honor the Dharma? Please ask for advice." Xuetun asked slowly. Song Ziyu said: "Your purple gold robe is also called the Immortal Cave Clothes. Only senior masters who teach scriptures and teachings can be qualified to wear this robe. This shows that the status of the master is extraordinary." Xuetun was determined. After calming down, he slowly said: "It's unimaginable that you actually have such a connection with my Taoist sect." Song Ziyu thought to himself, these are the provisions of the religious affairs regulations. Anyone who studies history will know them by heart. He studied the history of Yu and Xia at Nanjing University. At that time, I had to deal with these in the first semester.
Thinking of this, Song Ziyu felt more and more strange about the old Taoist priest in front of him. It was true that he was wearing orthodox Taoist clothing, but the problem was that the clothes were too damn real.
What age is this? It’s the end of the world, why are there still Taoist priests? Even if there are Taoist priests, they should be wild Taoist priests.
Why would someone wear this authentic brand of Celestial Master uniform? Could it be that the inheritance of Taoism has been continued?
Then who continued it for them? It's not scientific. Thinking of this, Song Ziyu suddenly smelled a faint smell of corpse.
The smell of corpses was well concealed, but it still couldn't escape Song Ziyu's keen sense of smell. Something is wrong... Song Ziyu looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him, and he immediately had a terrible guess in his heart... Without moving his expression, Song Ziyu called Song Baibai in his mind.
A figure appeared behind him, and Song Ziyu just calmed down. After calming down, Song Ziyu looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him again: "I'm afraid you're not just here to serve me, are you? Please explain your purpose of coming."
"My little friend, what you said is wrong. How do you know that I am not here specifically to serve you?" The old Taoist priest regained his kind-hearted look.
But Song Ziyu sneered and said: "I am recruiting talents, but I am not crazy enough to dare to recruit zombies!" As soon as he said this!
Everyone who was still accompanying him broke into a cold sweat. Those who reacted quickly, such as Chen Tianxing, Tang Jian and others, immediately made preparations for battle. Several people and guns immediately surrounded the old Taoist priest.
Seeing this scene, Venerable Xuetun laughed: "Interesting, how did you discover my true identity?"
"Corpse stench!" Song Ziyu said lightly: "Although you are very careful and use incense to cover up the corpse stench on your body, it still cannot be completely eliminated. Qi is just right. I am very sensitive to this smell." While speaking, Song Ziyu pretended to be relaxed, but in fact he was not.
A zombie that can act like this and talk to itself slowly means that its level of evolution has been very high. Facing a zombie of this level, it would be a lie to say that you don't panic.
But Song Ziyu knew that he couldn't show panic! Because he is the backbone of everyone, he must remain calm enough. Only in this way can others feel at ease.
Looking into each other's eyes, Song Ziyu buried all his fears deep in his heart and showed off his strongest appearance.
as expected! The old zombie stared at himself and asked: "Aren't you afraid?" Song Ziyu said: "Fear is useless." Xuetun continued: "With the distance between you and me, I can make your head fall to the ground in one second. .”
"That's not a small tone." Song Ziyu said calmly: "You dare to come here to run wild even if you are single-handed. You really don't have a long life." Xue Tun said: "I am very curious about who can kill and injure my apprentices, so Just came here to take a look.”
"Now that you've finished reading, is it time to go?" Song Ziyu asked.
"No, no, no, I'm just curious. With your abilities, you're not strong enough to cause trouble for my apprentice." Xuetun said.
"Is there a possibility that you made a mistake?" Song Ziyu said with a smile.
"Oh? Really? Maybe..." Xuetun put away his smile, and then said: "Then I have to test your strength myself." That's it!
The old Taoist priest rolled up his sleeves, revealing his dark and strong arms. Without any unnecessary nonsense, the old Taoist priest stretched out his arm, and the nails on his five fingers grew crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time he caught Song Ziyu, they were like an old tree with knotted roots.
