My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 37 Obtaining merit is clearly within easy reach for him!
Wind Tribe.

A group of people, men, women, old and young, forgot to be afraid, and rushed from all over the place to encircle Han Shou.

Not long after, a circle of hundreds of people was formed on the tribal plain.

Everyone stared eagerly at Han Shou.

No, it's not Han Shou, to be precise, it's a tool gradually formed in Han Shou's hands.

A bamboo basket.

Human tribes lack convenient carrying tools.

Especially after collecting wild fruits and hunting prey, in addition to carrying the shoulders, the prey is dragged away with hemp rope.

Today, I witnessed a "heterogeneous" felling bamboo, and cut out bamboo strips with a stone knife.

Then gradually weaving bamboo strips into a...not very regular back basket, all of them are made by methods that the human race can do.

Everyone got excited.

"This... this, what an ingenious method."

"You can weave bamboo into baskets for holding things!"

"Shangxian, I pray to the Shangxian, this thing...can we and the rest of the tribe learn how to make this thing and use it in bamboo baskets?" A [-]m tall man wearing a feather hat looked forward to it. With Han Shou.

Han Shou grinned: "Of course!"

"I made a special trip here to weave this thing with bamboo strips, just to let you learn it, and there will be no shortage of things to carry sundries in the future!"

"Thank you, Shangxian, thank you, Shangxian!"

There was a deafening cheer from the crowd.

Han Shou laughed loudly: "I'm not some kind of immortal."

"I was also a human race before my death."

"Now, after death, I become a dead soul, and I entered the netherworld to become a ghost soldier!"

"But whether I live or die, what can't be changed is my identity as a human race!"

"Everyone, stop praying. If you have ingenuity, come to me, and I will teach you how to weave bamboo baskets one by one!"

Han Shou's voice fell.

The Fangfeng Tribe was in an uproar.

"It's actually the dead soul of our ancestors?"

"Senior, which tribe did you belong to?"

"So that's it, I just said, how could there be a foreigner who kindly taught us how to make such a convenient tool!"

……

When Han Shou revealed his identity as a dead soul.

Instead of being afraid, all the clansmen became close to him, and each clansman's face was deeply touched.

Vaguely, there was even a touch of pride.

Yes!

Only our human race, even if we die and become a dead soul, still think about dedicating to the whole race.

The men, women and children of the Fangfeng tribe quickly surrounded Han Shou.

Even if it was chilly and extremely uncomfortable to stay by his side, no one wanted to stay away.

"Everyone be quiet!"

The crowd had already gathered nearly 2000 people, but quickly fell silent, all staring at him eagerly.

"Whoever is strong, go and chop some bamboo!"

"I go!"

"My stone ax is the best at cutting, follow me, hurry up!"

……

There are a lot of bamboo forests around Fangfeng Tribe.

Each of the bamboos here is as thick as an adult's waist, and there are many bamboos with a height of more than 50 meters. Obviously, it is obviously not the same species as the bamboo on the earth.

However, Han Shou had traveled around the Middle East of the tribe before, and he had already confirmed that the bamboo here was harder and more resilient than the bamboo on the earth, but it was nothing to the power of the prehistoric human race.

It is still suitable for weaving bamboo products.

Soon, there were thousands of bamboos on the flat ground.

Han Shou commanded the crowd to cut the bamboo into bamboo strips with stone axes and stone knives.

At this moment, Han Shou suddenly heard a sound of thunder from the Dao Yin God.

Raised subconsciously, he suddenly saw the golden clouds of golden merit and virtue gathered above his head.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he didn't pay any more attention.

Glancing at the crooked pannier just now, she couldn't help but cover her face.

If the back basket is not connected with the hemp rope straps, it is naturally not a finished product. Therefore, the golden clouds of merit and virtue in the sky are just gathering, but not falling.

Secretly sighed: "Hands are born, hands are born. I learned how to weave at my grandma's house on Earth. I haven't touched this for many years. What are the things made?"

"If the merit falls, this thing will become a spiritual treasure of merit..."

When I think of this, I shudder.

Picking up a few cut bamboo strips: "I can see clearly!"

"Now start teaching the essentials of weaving."

Thousands of people surrounded Han Shou in the center, and imitated Han Shou to pick up a few bamboo sticks, staring at the movements of his hands without blinking.

"Whoosh~"

Daoist Taiyi's figure suddenly appeared outside the crowd, his feet were slightly suspended in the air, his face was pale and ferocious, and he was staring at Han Shou's movements just like the humans.

"how is this possible?"

"This thing can have merit?"

"No, maybe the merits will not fall. If this thing is considered to be in line with the general trend of heaven, how can Jinyun's merits and virtues not be reduced for so long?"

"The poor have not lost yet!"

"Not yet!"

"Personally handed down by a poor sage, it is impossible to lose to a little Yin soldier!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Han Shou glanced at Daoist Taiyi, didn't pay attention any more, and focused on weaving and explaining:

"Pay attention to my technique. I also pay attention to the matching order of several bamboo strips. You can't make a mistake, otherwise there will be a difference of thousands of miles!"

"Use the bamboo as the substrate first, and then intersperse!"

……

While weaving, Han Shou explained error correction.

The human race is inherently smart, and the weaving technique is not extremely complicated. It didn't take long for thousands of people to learn it gradually, although they were fast and slow.

Bamboo baskets gradually took shape in their hands.

Even though most of them have strange shapes when they are formed, there are still hundreds of bamboo baskets woven by Han Shou this time, which are semi-elliptical and regular.

"Whoo~"

The golden cloud of merit and virtue above the head rolled more and more intensely, and it would not fall.

Master Taiyi stared at Jin Yun, silently praying in his heart: "There must be a problem, there must be a problem!"

"Master Daozu, a shady soldier like an ant, he is also worthy of merit, refining merit and virtue Lingbao?"

"Master Mingjian, if he wins, won't this great prehistoric situation spread all over the world, my Xuanmen direct disciple is not as good as the little Yin soldier ghost cultivator?"

"At that time, Xuanmen will be shamed!"

Han Shou put down the finished pannier in his hands, and looked at the crowd with a smile.

"This backpack is short of two hemp ropes. As long as you connect two hemp ropes from the bottom to the mouth, you can carry hundreds of kilograms of weight on your back and move freely."

"Senior, I have hemp rope!"

"Use mine, use mine, I make the best twine in the tribe!"

……

Everyone was so excited that they rushed home to get the hemp rope.

Han Shou raised his hand: "No rush!"

"Do you think that weaving the pannier with bamboo strips is all it does?"

"No!"

"Bamboo strips can not only weave back baskets, but also bamboo baskets, dustpans, fish baskets, and large baskets that can be carried with a bamboo stick!"

"Look at how I weave the fish basket first!"

"The bamboo strips needed for fish baskets need to be cut thinner, and the weaving techniques are also different."

……

Next, Han Shou calmly taught the Fangfeng tribe how to weave various bamboo products one by one, starting from the fish basket.

Dustpan, basket, fish basket, cooking broom, bamboo mat, bamboo stool, bamboo chair, bamboo dustpan...

For a moment, it seemed to return to the time when I was a teenager, learning how to weave bamboo tools with my grandfather at my grandmother's house.

I was completely immersed in the joy of being a teacher teaching others to weave, and I forgot where I was.

above the sky.

When weaving it into a basket, the gold clouds of merit and virtue gathered were originally less than one mu.

With the emergence of new tools one after another, Jin Yun began to expand crazily.

one acre

two acres
五亩
……

Daoist Taiyi had no blood on his face, he stared blankly at Han Shou, and looked up at the ever-expanding golden cloud of merit in the sky from time to time, his whole body was crumbling.

As if bewitched, he murmured repeatedly: "Monster! Monster! This is monster!"

"How can there be such a monster in this world?"

Not far away, Emperor Donghua was stunned.

"it is true!"

"What Daishishen said is true!"

"It is not difficult for him to obtain merit!"

"No, that's not right!"

"He still lied to me!"

Emperor Donghua's face was full of fanaticism: "What is this that is not difficult? Acquiring merits and refining acquired merits and spiritual treasures are clearly within easy reach for him!"

"You can get as much merit as you want, and you can refine as many merits and spirit treasures as you want!"

"The way of heaven is above, how can there be such an existence as Daisi God in this world?"

"Even if a protagonist who measures calamity, it is impossible to have his wisdom and means!"

"Existing like this, even if he doesn't have the primordial purple energy and is not an innate god, how difficult is it for him to prove the Tao and become a saint? It may not be impossible to prove the Tao and become a saint with supreme merit!"

"The future saint..."

"If I stick to my heart and swear to follow...to prove Da Luo again, it is absolutely impossible for me to go a step further!" Emperor Donghua's eyes were as bright as stars.

(End of this chapter)