"But if they knew that this is an era of firearms and these cold weapons are only for collection, would they feel heartbroken?"
The expert added from the side.
"No, he would find ways to buy weapons with money. This is a common trait of emperors."
"That's right, and he would also use it to select some people. If it weren't for Zhou Lin, Wan Nu Wang would have been impervious to swords and spears."
"It's estimated that it would cause turmoil if it got out. Fortunately, Zhou Lin is here. In Wan Nu Wang's case, even a highly lethal mist might not be able to solve it."
"And these centipedes are enough to wreak havoc on humanity."
The dean said slowly after hearing the voices.
Everyone echoed in agreement.
In the room next to the dean's conference room, these old Taoists were still arguing.
"These old guys are so full of energy. Is this the characteristic of cultivators?"
Professor Hu said after a while, hearing the voices.
"Heh heh, let them argue. We can't afford to offend them. When Zhou Lin comes back, there will be nothing more to say."
As the dean thought of this, he began to worry about Zhou Lin. These people were all looking for him, but the choice was his.
Inside the tomb.
Everyone came out one by one and then followed Zhou Lin out. Fortunately, a few tomb robbers dug out a passage, which provided convenience for these archaeological team members.
Looking at the scene before them, everyone felt that these tomb robbers were truly accomplished, to have dug such a long tunnel.
In the live broadcast room.
"No, I can't take it anymore. I really feel like I haven't seen the sun properly in a long time."
"Haha, I feel the same way. It's been a long time."
"It feels like about a year has passed, but I can clearly see the sun."
"Haha, it's good that we're out. Another tomb has been successfully resolved."
...
Three days later.
Zhou Lin and three professors had just returned to the academy when Zhou Lin was successfully surrounded by these old Taoists.
"Young friend Zhou Lin, I am the abbot of Guan Xiang Jin Daoist Temple. I have come to invite you to be the abbot in the mountains and to spread Taoist arts. What do you think..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled away by another Taoist, who grabbed Zhou Lin's hand.
"I am from Yun Zhong Daoist Temple. We also sincerely invite you to be the abbot. We are very sincere. As long as you agree, the entire temple will be yours, and this money will also be yours."
The old Taoist took out the black gold card in his hand.
Zhou Lin's eyes lit up when he saw the black gold card. Before he could agree, he saw other Taoists taking out their black gold cards in the same way.
"Mr. Zhou Lin, this is our sincerity."
"And I have one."
"This is mine."
Zhou Lin looked at these black gold cards, and they were all approaching him. His eyes were almost straight, but which of these black gold cards should he accept?
If he accepted, he would have to teach Taoist arts. Wouldn't that be difficult?
How could he teach Taoist arts?
Zhou Lin began to struggle.
Elder Tang, Professor Lin, the metaphysics professor, and the archaeological team members behind him twitched their mouths as they watched Zhou Lin being so popular.
All black gold cards? Are Taoists this impressive now?
In the live broadcast room.
"Holy crap, the big shot is really popular. Even Taoists are fighting over him?"
"Isn't that right? And they're black gold cards? Are Taoists this rich now?"
"Of course, the incense money for Taoists is very impressive."
"How will the big shot choose?"
...
At this moment, Zhou Lin, in order not to affect the academy's system, took these Taoists back to the conference room.
Elder Tang and Professor Lin returned to the dean's conference room.
"Dean, how could you agree to let these Taoists come? Professor Zhou Lin has something to do, right?"
Professor Lin knew without thinking that these Taoists were here to poach people.
"Don't worry, Zhou Lin won't leave. Compared to being an abbot, he prefers to go into tombs. He won't agree."
The dean said with great confidence.
"Wouldn't that put Zhou Lin in a difficult position?"
The metaphysics professor began to mourn for Zhou Lin. Wouldn't it be hard to have money and not be able to take it?
"Are you doing this on purpose?"
Elder Tang looked at the dean, knowing very well.
"You were extorted by Zhou Lin quite a bit along the way. This is a small revenge for Zhou Lin, and the choice is in his hands. If he succeeds, the money will be his."
"Now the whole country knows that Zhou Lin likes money."
The dean said with a light smile.
Professor Lin, Elder Tang, and the metaphysics professor mourned for Zhou Lin in their hearts. The feeling of having money but not being able to take it...
It must not be pleasant, right?
Zhou Lin was indeed in a dilemma. He really wanted the money, but if he took it, he would have to teach the techniques...
His techniques were all given by the system. How could he teach them?
"Does the system have anything to give them? If it can truly promote Taoism, it would be a good thing."
Zhou Lin quickly sought help when he saw their gazes.
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Zhou Lin looked at the system page. There were many treasured books, all of which were lost Taoist arts. They had appeared since the formation of the ancestors of Taoism, with handwritten notes.
Zhou Lin looked at these books and finally decided to exchange them. These did not require many points, and it was not impossible to exchange them.
"Exchange."
Zhou Lin looked at the points. Coupled with the points from killing Wan Nu Wang, there were quite a lot.
The number had now reached trillions.
What could he not have?
Finally, he absorbed all these Taoist books.
The other Taoists, seeing Zhou Lin sitting there in silence, became even more anxious. They had said so much, why wasn't he speaking?
"Young friend Zhou Lin..."
"Ahem, esteemed Taoist masters, I am a professor. My beliefs are science and verification. I cannot be an abbot, but since you esteemed Taoist masters have come, I cannot let you all come in vain."
Zhou Lin put his hand in his bag and took out his Taoist books from the system.
He distributed them to them one by one.
"These were given to me by my master. The greatest hope for us cultivators is to spread our Taoist culture. Giving these to you now is the best choice."
Zhou Lin put on a regretful expression.
The other old Taoists looked at the rare books in their hands. They were all handwritten notes, all written by people, not printed.
From them, one could see the preciousness of these items.
These old Taoists looked at Zhou Lin with great gratitude.
These were all lost arts?
"Esteemed Taoist masters, these require costs. Ten million each... what do you think..."
Zhou Lin's meaning was clear. If these books were handed out, there would be an income of one hundred million.
"I will transfer the money immediately, but I have a condition."