In the 41st year of the Wanli calendar! Many fragments of information flashed through Wang Chen's mind. Thanks to his master's degree in literature from a key university, he could still vaguely remember many things — the three major expeditions of the Wanli calendar, the old wild boar Pinurhachi, the Seven Great Enmities Rebellion, the Battle of Sa Hu, Zhang Juzheng, the eunuchs, Feng Bao, Imperial Concubine Zheng, the East Faction Guards, the West Faction Guards, Yu Huatian, and Tsao Suiyan.
Oh! No … the last two were virtual characters.
Wang Chen thought. His mind was in a mess. Feng Bao, Wang Zhi, Wang An, Chen Ju, and Wei Zhongxian, who had not yet developed but was already ambitious and lurking in the dark … Why were they all eunuchs? Wang Chen suddenly came to his senses. He counted tens of thousands of civil officials he remembered — Zhang Juzheng, Yu Qian … No wonder it was said that in the Ming Dynasty, the dead eunuchs and the civil officials divided the world equally!
Hearing the 'Celestial Master' sitting on the iron coffin in a daze for a long time, Shi Shigong couldn't help but sneak a glance and found Wang Chen in a trance. He thought anxiously, "Could it be that this' Celestial Master 'is a corpse with a spirit, but his soul is incomplete?"
Shi Shigong, who was old and shrewd, had found that the immortal resurrected from the ancestral treasure didn't seem that strange. He looked no different from an ordinary person!
Wang Chen's sharp intuition reminded him of Shi Shigong's doubtful look, and then he came to his senses. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that he had stayed in the barnyard for decades. Instead of muscle atrophy and exhaustion, he felt healthier. His brain was more flexible and his body was in better condition than ever, and even his spirit was sharper.
This made him more certain that the barnyard he slept in was indeed a black technology that surpassed the world he had traveled through. There was definitely something wrong with the Republic of Dimensions in the Chinese Multiverse. Wang Chen had a hunch that it might be able to reveal the secret of his time travel to the Ming Dynasty.
"Oh!" The little Taoist boy, who had fainted in fear, slowly woke up. He said quietly, "Master, I seem to have dreamed that the corpse in our ancestral treasure came back … to life!" Seeing Wang Chen staring at him, the little Taoist boy was so scared that his voice cracked!
Wang Chen was still having a headache. The master and disciple seemed to think he was an immortal … Should he bite the bullet and keep pretending? Or find another excuse to explain the current situation?
Logically speaking, for the sake of safety, Wang Chen had better maintain the identity of an immortal. However, the ancients were not fools. The old Taoist had recovered from the shock just now, and his eyes were already filled with suspicion. Wang Chen did not think that he had the ability to pretend to be an immortal in the ancients' eyes.
I've never heard of a swindler who can lie to the world without knowing anything about the person they're trying to deceive.
As a matter of fact, the skill of mystifying others had to be built on the advantage of information in order to be able to fool others in one fell swoop. Given the current situation where Wang Chen was clueless, he was not confident that he could handle the subsequent tests.
"But we can't just sit here and do nothing!" Wang Chen lowered his head and sighed inwardly. When he saw the cabin he was sitting on, he suddenly realized, "That's right! If this was really a high-tech warehouse … there was no way it wouldn't be equipped with self-defense weapons! Even World War II pilots were equipped with a pistol for self-defense! On the lifeboats of ocean-going ships, signal guns were standard equipment. How could a cabin capable of interstellar travel, which is highly likely to be a lost spaceship, not have any weapons? "
Wang Chen decisively lay back down and closed the glass cover of the cabin. Hearing the click of a mechanical lock, Wang Chen was finally relieved … At least there was a cabin to protect him. If there was any danger outside, he could just continue to sleep. After sleeping for eight to ten years, all dangers would disappear. Looking at the high-end atmosphere of this cabin, it was basically impossible for the indigenous people outside to open it without hundreds of years of research.
Seeing him lying back in the coffin, the two Taoists stared at each other. The little Taoist was no longer afraid. He plucked up his courage and asked, "Master, why did the Great Heavenly Venerable lie back down?"
Shi Shigong looked at this unlucky kid and wished he could slap him to death. He stepped forward and said respectfully, "Farewell, Immortal Venerable."
Before he could finish his words, the glazed lid of the 'magic treasure' — the old Taoist had always thought so — immediately opened again. The 'Celestial Master', who had just laid back on the bed, sat up with a piece of black iron in his hand. Based on the old Taoist's knowledge and experience, it was somewhat similar to the short guns of the Great Ming Dynasty's firearms camp, but it was more angular and somewhat inexplicably nimble.
In the lower left corner of the cabin, Wang Chen, who had found three magazines of nineteen bullets and a self-defense pistol, finally had the confidence to ensure his safety.
"With a gun in hand, I feel at ease!" Wang Chen sighed with emotion. He didn't want to pretend to be mysterious anymore. Instead, he imitated Gong Ganggang's style of cupping his hands and said, "Taoist, I'm not a god … I'm just a foreigner who's in trouble. To take refuge, I slept in this coffin. Master Taoist, please don't be so polite! "
Shi Shigong was intimidated. After thinking for a while, he finally believed the ancestor. The ancestor said that this coffin was brought here by a comet falling to the earth. How could it be false? Taking refuge from the sky — weren't they immortals?
As for why immortals didn't admit that they were immortals, the sky could see it. Would immortals think that they were immortals? Only mortals like us who were born, old, sick, and dead would think that immortals were immortals. As for the immortals themselves, they had seen too many of them and didn't think it was strange to live forever.
Wang Chen couldn't see through Shi Shigong's complicated thoughts. All he saw was that Shi Shigong was still bowing to the coffin, and even the doubts in his eyes had disappeared. He simply crawled out of the coffin. Wang Chen was also quite afraid that after the cover of the cabin was closed, even he himself wouldn't be able to open it. But he found that this cabin seemed to be operated by his brain waves or something, and only recognized him.
Just now, when he found the pistol, he was lying in the cabin, thinking about where the self-defense weapon was.
As a result, the secret compartment on the right opened by itself. Later, he found that opening and closing the cover of the cabin was also controlled by his mind … Maybe there was fingerprint and iris verification? Anyway, as soon as he pulled it, it opened. After he went out, he also tried it and found that he could still open it, but most others probably couldn't … He didn't believe that the natives hadn't tried to open the cabin after it had been in their hands for so long.
Just now in the cabin, Wang Chen also found a display screen — it was the glass cover through which he could see his upper body. When he lay back down, he found that the glass cover could project some data related to the cabin according to his needs. For example, he saw just now that 43% of the nutrient solution in the cabin had been used up, and there was also a nutrient solution nano-robot that could automatically collect and synthesize materials. Wang Chen checked the replenishment progress and found that it would take about 2% a day to recover.
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