I don't have a system but I have a hammer

[In a few minutes, I had reached a platform surrounded by several tall protrusions. I stood still for two seconds, then slowly turned around in a circle. Soon, based on the strength of the biological signal, I Locking on one of the protrusions, he immediately replaced the energy particles and cleared the snow on the protrusion, revealing a temple also made of redwood...]

"This...should be the main hall, right?"

[After roughly glancing at the old brick walls of the main hall and the insect claw marks of varying depths on them, I had an idea and stepped into the main hall...]

[It is quite spacious. The overall layout is slightly different from that of a normal temple. There are no gods, Buddhas or Eighteen Arhats. There is only a Buddha body and head that has been obviously split open and is broken under the tribute platform. Obviously this This temple had already been visited by a swarm of sniffing mantises before the cold storm...]

[There are many futons scattered on the ground, indicating that many monks or tourists used to worship here, but now people go to relax, except for the frozen and hard futons, and the large black spots scattered on them, telling the story of the prosperity of the place. Outside, there are only various scratches on the floor tiles. It is estimated that even the Buddha did not expect that the last wave of worshipers would not only be people, but also a group of bugs that eat everyone they see...]

"It seems that even the Buddha can't protect you..."

[Looking at the monk's head hanging from the ceiling above his head, and its horrified and twisted facial features, I was very interested in teasing, guessing that this unlucky guy should have had his head cut off quickly by a sniffing beetle. It happened to land in the oil lamp on the ceiling. Otherwise, with the smelling mantis and its gluttonous personality, it would have been impossible to preserve the body...]

[And this guy was probably able to save his head in such a chaotic situation because of the good sealing properties of grease. Well... maybe this was the only good deed done that day by the Buddha worshiped by this group of people...]

[I curled my lips, looked back, crushed half of the Buddha's head on the ground with one foot, and continued walking inside. Soon I passed through the main hall and came to an open space surrounded by three buildings. I returned to the same place. After turning around in a circle, he followed the Blood Tide's instructions and entered the left hall. He called out the Blood Wings and flapped them up and down to clear away the accumulated dust. Finally, he set his sights on a small bronze Buddha near the window sill and asked softly... 】

"Is that it?"

[Seeing that the biological signal was getting stronger, I nodded, took a step forward, and took down this inconspicuous little Buddha. At the same time, I replaced the tentacles and wrapped them around it. I was about to ask what to do next, but the tentacles were out of control. Suddenly tightened, the little Buddha was crushed with a "touch" sound, revealing a dark and uneven spherical thing. I was so surprised when I saw it that I couldn't help but frown and ask...]

"Is this a relic? It doesn't look like it..."

[The Blood Tide Man did not respond to me, but separated another tentacle, slapped the small black bead hard, and used the wrinkles on the tentacle to grind it with a crunch, and finally removed the black bead. The powder was fed to my mouth, and the biological signals also sent out different contents at the same time...]

"Um...can't you just absorb it?"

[The Blood Tide Man did not reply, but stretched his tentacles forward slightly, with a very tough attitude. Looking at the powder mixed with copper slag in front of me, I could only draw out the corners of my eyes, open my mouth, and remove the powder from the tentacles. He inhaled all the air in his mouth, and in the next second, a strong smell of dust, mixed with an unspeakable smell of rust, filled his mouth. And because he inhaled too much at once, his throat felt dry and painful...]

"Ahem~ I won't have diarrhea after eating this, right?"

"Why do I feel like I'm eating iron powder..."

"Cough cough~"

[In fact, when I swallowed the dough completely, I didn’t feel anything strange except for the smell of rust in my mouth. The Blood Tide Man didn’t give any more biological signals, but controlled the tentacles to the right. Pointing at the gate...]

"I rely on?"

[It was only then that I realized something was wrong, because the Blood Tide has always only given biological signals, or used huge information flows to give hints about the future, and had never actively controlled the tentacles, or in other words, controlled my body. After discovering the existence of Little Buddha, Bloodtide seemed to be able to actively control the tentacles. So was he able to do this before, or was his potential stimulated because of Little Buddha? 】

[While thinking, I followed the tentacles to the door, turned left and right, and entered a side hall. No, to be precise, it should be a side room, which is dedicated to pilgrims or monks. The place…】

[And after all the dust was cleared away, the built-in display was different from the left hall I had seen before. Instead, it gave me a sense of wilderness from another world, because all the tables, chairs and benches were made of stone, even a few storage There are also stone locks hanging on the wooden boxes of the scriptures, and even under the bed there is a bed base made of square stones...]

[It can be seen that this wing must have existed for a very long time, so although it looks like an ancient wing from the outside, the interior retains the most original stone utensils. Also, most Tibetan monks are skinny and have weak hands. Without any strength, if you want to move these stones out, it will waste time and energy, and you will probably lose half of your life...]

[While observing the display in the room, I noticed that the tentacles in my belly had extended out without me noticing, probing around every corner of the room like a snake's head. It took about two or three minutes to stop the tentacles. He stood on a scripture box the size of a bathtub, and looked back and shook his head for a while, obviously asking me to open the scripture box...]

"You can control the Blood Tide Tentacle, so why can't you open it yourself? Is there something rare inside?"

[Pocking my lips, I summoned the energy particles and condensed them into a small dagger. I slashed horizontally at the two stone locks on the left and right of the scripture box. When the stone locks shattered, I opened the wooden cover and returned it. Before I could see what was inside, the tentacles had already entered the wooden box one step ahead of me, and I couldn’t wait to start rummaging through a large number of scriptures and documents...]

"Hey? What kind of words are these?"

[While I was rummaging around with my tentacles, I took out a scripture book from the wooden box and opened it. I found that the texture was hard, so I knew it was not caused by pulp. What surprised me most was that the words written on the page were not hidden. Instead, the text is full of primitive hieroglyphs, and there is even a rough illustration at the bottom of each page...]

[The content above is similar to many science and education films I have seen in the past. It records the daily life of primitive humans, such as working at sunrise, resting at sunset, playing, farming and hunting, kneeling down to worship gods, and...human sacrifice! 】