No matter what Zhao Mai asked, Zhong Jianbai always kept the old man's identity confidential, as if he wanted to keep this surprise - or perhaps scare - until the end. Along the way, Zhong Jianbai used his badge to open one door after another, and gradually went deeper into more confidential places. There were fewer and fewer staff members who could get here, but there were more soldiers who defended the gate. Zhao Mai looked at them curiously and found that they were still normal people. Apart from the hard physical exercise, they did not seem to have any magical power.

The last badge in front of the door was no longer useful, "This means I can only send it here, you have to go in by yourself." Zhong Jianbai shook hands with Zhao Mai, then helped him tidy up his clothes and smooth out the wrinkles: "Remember, he is amazing to maintain respect for the old man."

"Who is he?" Zhao Mai asked, and the last door snapped and turned his hand half a circle and opened it. Zhong Jianbai waved to him: "I will contact you again, you can also call me, don't forget!" Then, he left along the way he came without looking back.

"Come in, young man, I'm the only old man inside." A kind voice came from the door. Before Zhao Mai opened the door, he opened the door with his nose and wagged his tail and entered. So Zhao Mai hurriedly followed. On the other side of the door was not an office, but a bamboo forest surrounded by mountains. A gurgling stream emerged from the green bamboo sea, and the clear stream water flowed slowly, and black and white fish swam around the grey cracks. The colorful little flowers grew beside the stream, accompanied by the faint smell of flowers and plants, swaying delicate petals. A breeze blew, and a bamboo leaf blew from the branches.

It fell, passing by Zhao Mai's eyes, and flew towards the pavilion not far away. The pavilion was built next to the bamboo forest and the stream, with the bottom of gray stones, the pillars of brown wood, and the top of purple tiles. A round stone table was placed in the center of the pavilion, and an old man sat on the pier next to him. His white hair was combed with a bun, three long beards drooped to his chest, and he was dressed in a long gown. The old man was a little fat, but he was vigorous, with a radiant red face, and his smile was curved and extended, and he always looked very happy. Next to him was a teapot and tea cup. Next to him, he saw half of a thread-bound book.

The old man stretched out his fingers and put them in front of him, and then the bamboo leaf flew between his fingers. He gently clamped the slender leaves, smoothed them with his hands, and then clamped them in the book as a bookmark. "Come and sit down, I asked Zhong Jianbai to bring you over. By the way, you don't have to worry about poop."

"What?" Before Zhao Mai could react, he ran to the bamboo forest, sticking his butt and leaving a souvenir. Then he used his hind legs to dig up the soil to cover it, completely covering it or trying to cover it up. "Uh... Sorry." Zhao Mai looked around, but couldn't find the trash can. The door he passed when he came in opened on a stone tablet. Including the mountains and forests in the distance, the entire scenic area seemed to be larger than all the buildings in the relevant ministries and commissions combined, so he must have arrived here through some teleportation effect. That's right! It's just a mysterious and mysterious! The feeling of a company or a party and government office is definitely wrong!

"Don't worry about poop, it's all natural, let it go." The old man smiled and said, "Come here to have a cup of tea to warm your stomach, I'm sorry to delay your meal."

The reserved grain stretched out his nose to the old man and sniffed it, sneezing, then turned around and looked at Zhao Mai, mainly staring at the lamb leg in his hand. Zhao Mai threw the lamb leg to it, thanked the old man and sat in the pavilion. Only then did he realize that the round table was a pattern of yin and yang fish, and the inner top of the pavilion was a dazzling starry sky.

"Hello, I think you should know. My name is Zhao Mai. I'm the first time I've been to the relevant ministries and commissions here, so I've been disturbed."

"Drink tea first, don't waste it, it's very troublesome to clean it up." The old man reached out and pushed a small white porcelain teacup over. It was colorless and transparent water inside, with no tea color but a faint tea fragrance. Zhao Mai tasted it in confusion, and it seemed to have no taste, as if it was cold and white. It doesn't matter, drink it.

"My surname is Li, and my single name is Er, and my name is Dan."

Zhao Mai blocked his mouth and finally failed to let the tea spew out because the old man said, "It's very troublesome to clean it up." The name is definitely unique, and no one will be arrogant or ignorant to share the name with him. Li Er is Laozi, the author of "Tao Te Ching" or "Laozi", and the Taishang Laojun is also.

Now he understood why Zhong Jianbai was so mysterious!

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary?"

"That's what I said." The old man nodded, and his three long beards shook slightly: "Don't worry, adjust your breathing. I know you may have quite a few questions. The questions are endless, and even if you think about them for tens of thousands of years, you can't solve them."

"Well, I understand." Zhao Mai nodded. The training of the supernatural powers allowed him to calm down quickly. "You said, I'll listen."

"No matter what kind of guesses you have in your mind, it may have happened, or is about to happen. These three states exist at the same time. Time is a strange thing. What I tell you from a subjective perspective is that I was raised by my mother and father. I grew up slowly, constantly thinking about the world around me, and my heart was full of doubts. Later, I had a chance to travel to other places like you now, and wander around. Sometimes I communicated with others and discussed things, and sometimes I just wanted to see various scenery. By the way, what are you using to pass through the space-time channel now?"

"I have a car, my own four-wheeled sedan, and I usually work as a taxi driver as a part-time job."

"It's great, with doors, windows and air conditioners. Times are really different. I only had an old blue cow at that time." The old man stroked his beard and continued, "A lot of things happened after that. Every time I went there, I observed, then learned, and slowly formed my own thoughts, and walked to this day step by step. As I saw and thought too much, you will be the same as me. When I learned some other people's wisdom, I would like to mention others' words, which is no different from an ordinary old man. Now I am hiding here for leisure. The reason why I asked you to come is mainly because you can grab other people's shuttle requests. This is probably a unique ability so far."

"Unique? How do others do it?"

"Generally speaking, you need to use gold coins with destiny first, and then you need to have the idea of ​​traveling through time in your mind. Then, by chance, these people will easily encounter the messenger of the Alliance of the Rings. After that, you only need to make a request to the messenger and pay the gold coins. Of course, there are also people who can communicate with higher-level wills, God, God of Space, etc., and then thunder strikes down and travels through time."

"Haha... It turns out that this is true..." Zhao Mai's eyes rolled, and he couldn't speak up a few questions in his heart. As soon as he opened his mouth, the old man told the answer.

"It is okay to live forever; saints also exist; I know magic; cows are old and die, but I can also shuttle through them without using cows; it is me that I asked everyone to call me an old man instead of me - this is more convenient." The old man shook his head and said to Zhao Mai: "Don't ask, I have a book called "What's going on with a Million". At that time, let Zhong Jianbai give you one, which basically covers all the answers, which is probably as thick as Cihai's shrink-printed version. They always want me to make a database, but I don't like computers." The old man squeezed his eyes, smiled and raised his index and middle fingers: "It can only count to two, it's too stupid!"

"Well! Two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things..." Zhao Mai nodded, and then realized what he said. "Sorry, I'm really excited. I promise not to talk nonsense, and listen to you honestly."
Chapter completed!