The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 348

Chapter 348 Mortals and Monks

 In the world of spiritual practice, there was a flood in thirty-three years.

　　In an earthen city on the road leading to Tianzhou, on a flat mountain road in the distance cast by great practitioners and with great magic power, mortals who were tired of the journey came here dragging their families and families.

 Those who are in excellent condition are pulled by an ox cart and do not have to walk on their own. Those who are in poor condition have to ride a donkey or a horse.

This kind of people are generally the princes and nobles of various dynasties. During the Great Migration, only one name remained of their former noble status. If you have the ability to help the immortal palace manage mortals, you can still maintain some status by coordinating various migration tasks.

 If he has no ability and only holds a so-called noble bloodline, he will soon become an ordinary person during the long migration. Because Immortal Palace does not look at their bloodline and treats all mortals equally.

 Except for a very small number of family members who are related by blood, they can get special treatment by joining the Immortal Sect. However, these people are usually picked up directly by the disciples of their respective sects and will not mix with mortals.

 When the migrating crowd saw the huge earth city group sitting on the mountainside, there were no city walls and only densely packed houses. They could be roughly divided into two types. Some are densely packed cave dwellings embedded into the mountain, or some are square houses made entirely of loess.

"arrive!"

"Here we are!"

With the cheers of the people, the mortals at the front began to run faster. Some even knocked down the people in front of them and ran towards the city desperately.

The number of houses in Tucheng is limited, and the Immortal Palace cannot accurately calculate the number of people migrating in each batch. Sometimes there are vacancies, but more often than not they are packed.

 So it is very important to enter the city first, so as to at least have a place to stay.

　　　“Presumptuous!”

There was a loud shout in the sky, and terrifying power fell from the sky. All the running people fell to the ground on the spot and fell into a coma. One of them even fell off the cliff and his head was split open.

The monks standing in the sky just looked at this scene indifferently, and the golden elixir who took action didn't even look at it.

He was seen looking down at the crowd that was like a long dragon or marching like ants, and his voice spread for more than ten miles: "Those who make trouble will be killed without mercy."

The cold voice fell, mixed with the pressure of the monks, and the hundreds of thousands of mortals walking at the forefront all lowered their heads, with a trace of fear and awe in their eyes.

This may seem a bit unsatisfactory, and it is not in line with the kindness to mortals advocated by Asgard, but this kind of behavior is tacitly approved by Asgard. Because the prerequisite for good treatment is to abide by the rules, those who create chaos during the Great Migration are no different from killing people.

 So far, death from exhaustion and illness accounts for the majority of deaths during migration. Hundreds of people die on the road almost every day. Most of these people are elderly or suffering from diseases. Then the second category is commotion, including but not limited to camp roars, stampedes, scrambling for food, etc.

 There is no shortage of opportunistic and evil-minded people in the world, and being strict with them is the greatest kindness to others.

Of course, this severity is also mixed with the monks' emotions, including resentment towards mortals, deep-seated arrogance, and simply looking down on mortals.

 This is a long-standing historical problem in the world of spiritual practice. Although there is an immortal palace and a living immortal to support the mortal world. Most of the monks will see this immortal's face and don't have the same knowledge as mortals, but that doesn't mean they will love mortals.

Mortals are divided into rich and poor, high and low, and the rich and powerful do not regard mortals as human beings, let alone monks who have a life span of a hundred years. If you really want to compare, the monk is much kinder than the official.

 At least they rarely compete with the people for profit.

 Let's get back to business.

 After the monk's strong suppression, after killing several mortals who caused the commotion, the crowd fell into complete silence and meekly accepted the monk's command.

 “Don't push, don't crowd, anyone who pushes others will be killed without mercy.”

 “Those with children under 10 years old enter the city first.”

“If you are separated from your family members, follow the road to the end. There will be people there to help you call for help.”

"Anyone who is raped, hug the adulterer immediately, and the Immortal Palace will uphold justice for you. No matter what his status is, even an emperor will lose his head under the Immortal Law."

The monks flew through the air and quickly passed through the crowd. Amidst their shouts, the crowd was restored to order, but there was also some commotion. There are criminals who fear responsibility, and there are victims who need justice.

Without exception, these two types of people could not escape the eyes of the monks. Every mortal was caught in the air and sent to a special detention place.

 In the end, only one of the two parties can get out alive, just like the Colosseum from long ago.

 In troubled times, heavy rules should be used. Those who cause harm should be killed, and those who frame others should also be killed. There is no need to worry about the monks making misjudgments. It is impossible for ordinary people to deceive the monks.

On the city tower, Master Yunhua looked at the dense crowd. Seeing it start to rain again, a layer of gauze waved out from the sleeves.

Silver-white silk stretches for dozens of miles to protect people on their way from the wind and rain.

This is a golden elixir magic weapon specially created by the Shangqing Palace. It is different from the previous magic weapons. It is completely forged for ordinary people. Its purpose is to protect it from wind and rain. A piece of light gauze can cover a radius of 30 meters and a length of up to hundreds of kilometers.

 During the Great Migration, people who contracted wind and cold basically had a narrow escape from death. Monks can easily cure wind-chill, but there is no way to cure thousands of people from wind-chill. For some migrations with a slightly larger number of people, a cold wind may infect more than 100,000 people.

"When will this migration end?" An elder from the same sect next to him sighed, "It has been 30 years. If this continues, I don't know how many people's practice will be wasted. We should have jointly signed a letter to the immortals instead of being deceived by the Moon Palace. Be scared."

Master Yunhua glanced sideways and warned: "Forcing the palace to death is the way to go. Put away those thoughts of yours."

 A year ago, 12 practicing sects openly went to the Moon Palace to oppose the Great Migration that had been prepared for 8 years. It was the first time since the Immortal Era that so many people openly opposed the Immortals.

The ending was naturally to be suppressed by the Moon Palace and the Shangqing Palace. In front of the two great masters in the transformation stage, they were beaten down as soon as they shouted the first sentence.

 But the seeds of contradictory cause and effect have been planted. In just one year, Master Yunhua heard hundreds of complaints. There are disciples, close friends, and some unrelated people.

The elder said a little unconvinced: "After helping these mortals for 30 years, we have done our best to be kind and righteous. If these 30 years are used to practice, maybe I will have a glimmer of hope to break through to the Nascent Soul. Master, I am now more than 600 years old. time is limited."

 The lifespan of a person in the golden elixir stage is more than 500 years old, and his peak golden elixir cultivation level can live up to 700 years old. Now he is more than 600 years old, and he may die tomorrow. At this time, it is a race against time, and only by breaking through the Nascent Soul can there be a chance of survival.

 But he can't break through, even if he is given another 100 years, he still won't be able to break through.

Zhenren Yunhua is very clear about the foundation of his elder. From his perspective, he does not think that the other party can break through the Nascent Soul, but this cannot take away the cultivation of others.

He softened his voice slightly and said: "The next round of rotation is about to begin. I will help you submit the list."

 There were very few complaints among the monks at first, but since the Great Migration began, there have been more and more complaints. Because the number of rotation places is decreasing, now less than 10% of people can rotate.

 General candidates are monks who are in urgent need of a breakthrough.

 The elder immediately beamed with joy and said, "Thank you very much, Master. Thank you very much, Master."

 The elder left with satisfaction, and Master Yunhua continued to stand in the clouds, watching over the migrating people. From time to time, we have to kill some monsters that have escaped from the ancient sacred mountain. These monsters have also been affected by natural disasters and are now dizzy and bloated with hunger.

Facing the huge crowds during the Great Migration, there will naturally be those who are not afraid of death and want to **** food from their hands.

Zhenren Yunhua looked at the commotion of the crowd and the evil-looking mortals. There were always rapists and robbers, countless thieves, and it was not uncommon to form gangs.

 Over time, he also became a little bored.

The sun rose and set, and the rain came down again and again. Master Yunhua sat in the clouds for two full years.

He no longer remembered how many people he had picked up during the Great Migration, and how many mortals he had killed to maintain order. Only the fatigue in his heart became heavier and heavier.

Does it really need to save these foolish mortals?

Suddenly, a ray of light flew from the sky, and two figures were seen approaching quickly. Both of them were golden elixirs. One of them is the elder from the sect that he sent back two years ago, and the other is the golden elixir from Shangqing Palace.

Master Yunhua narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the Jindan from Shangqing Palace holding the elder of his sect. The elder had a gray face and had obviously been beaten severely.

When the elder saw Zhenren Yunhua, he quickly shouted: "Master, save me!"

Shangqing Palace Jindan stopped in front of Master Yunhua, took out a bright yellow jade silk, slightly bowed his hands and said: "It is the decree of the Immortal Palace to pay homage to Master Yunhua."

Zhenren Yunhua took the decree and took a look at it. The content inside was the punishment for him, the elder of the sect.

Zhenren Yunfan of the Xianxia sect failed to resist the decree and was not sincere in his intention to obtain the consequences. Therefore, he was punished to guard No. 23 Tucheng, Class A, to help the people of Li and repay the cause and effect. 】

“Senior, I still have a mission to do, so I left first.”

The golden elixir of Shangqing Palace carried the flying magic weapon and disappeared into the sky under the glow of twilight.

 The workload of monks in one palace and two gates is more than three times that of other monks, and they rarely stay in one place for too long.

There were only two people left on the cloud, and the atmosphere was silent.

 The elder inside the sect looked distraught and murmured: "I just failed once. Give me a few more years and I will definitely be able to break through. I will definitely be able to break through Nascent Soul!"

 Then he stepped forward and knelt in front of Master Yuanhua.

“Master, you must help me, I'm already in decline!”

 “Did you take the Yingying Dan from the spiritual library?”

 “Stay here and repay the consequences.”

Master Yunhua patted the other party's shoulder, both comforting and warning.

The Immortal Palace is not merciless at all, and will even provide resources to monks who are about to make a breakthrough, such as various elixirs for breaking mirrors. But everything has a price. Regardless of whether the breakthrough is successful or not, you need to do things for the Immortal Palace and write down the contract in black and white.

If it succeeds, the monks will naturally be willing to do it, but if it doesn't succeed, some people will always think it will be the second time.

There are not a few people who regret it.

Elder Jindan didn't know whether he heard it or not, but he was still muttering in place and tried again. He would definitely be able to successfully break through the Nascent Soul.

Zhenren Yunhua ignored it because it was his own choice.

 A month later, the Jindan elder who failed to break through fled and was caught by the monks from Shangqing Palace. A head was delivered to Master Yunhua and was seen by many monks.

 This is a warning to all monks who have such thoughts.

"Why."

Master Yunhua shook his head and sighed. He could feel that the Shangqing Palace was becoming more and more severe in its confrontation with the immortal sects in the world.

 The 34th year of the Immortal Flood.

 The Xianxia Sect has completed the handover with other sects, and they will no longer be responsible for the Tucheng during the migration.

Zhenren Yunhua came to Tianzhou and saw a huge city standing on the plateau for some time, with countless mortals recuperating in it. The endless rice fields put a golden coat on this desolate desert. The breeze blew and countless farmers wearing straw hats worked among them.

On the field ridges extending in all directions, there are wives and children bringing food to their husbands, and there are porters carrying tea and shouting everywhere.

In today's troubled times, it is like a lotus that emerges from the mud but remains unstained, or like the legendary Taoyuan Township.

Many monks from the Xianxia Sect looked at this scene in surprise, but soon their expressions became a little weird, and it could even be said that they were heartbroken.

“Master, these fields are supported by spiritual energy.”

“…It's really outrageous that such precious spiritual energy should be used to farm fields for mortals.”

“The Immortal Palace controls 60% of the world's spiritual energy, and would rather distribute it to mortals than to us.”

 Listening to the disciple's complaints, Master Yunhua just sighed and shook his head. In the past, he would definitely scold, but now complaints are also the mainstream.

 Just don't know when it will break out.

 The 35th year of the Immortal Flood.

 The number of people in Tianzhou has reached ten million, which is equivalent to two mortal dynasties. In order to cope with the increasing population, the First Palace and Two Sects decided to increase the planting of spiritual fields, and at the same time temporarily reduced the expenditure on the spiritual treasury of some monks.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately caused an uproar and shocked the entire spiritual practice world.

 All the monks could not sit still.

You must know that 60% of the spiritual veins of Jiuzhou are now controlled by the two gates of the first palace. The spiritual library can be said to be the entrance and exit of the spiritual veins of the world. I don't know how many monks rely on the spiritual library to practice.

 One palace and two gates want to reduce the supply to monks, which is equivalent to eating everyone's cake. Why are they not in a hurry?

Many monks came to Yuegong, who was in charge of the spiritual treasury, and wanted to ask for an explanation, but they were kicked out by Taiyin Star Lord before they could say a few words.

Taiyin Xingjun's response left people speechless.

“Spiritual veins are originally obtained by immortals, so don't take the grace of immortals for granted.”

 Sixty percent of the spiritual veins controlled by the Immortal Palace were killed by the living immortals in the past. According to the rules from ancient times, the powerful treasures reside there, and they belong to the immortals both emotionally and rationally.

 But there are only so many spiritual veins in the world, so they can't go and rob the Immortal Palace, right?

 The 37th year of the Immortal Flood.

 After 5 years of migration, all the people from the Nine Provinces have migrated to Tianzhou, and their number is approaching 20 million. Compared with the 40 million before the migration, it can be said that almost half of them were killed or injured.

These people either died on the road, or they did not agree to migrate and stayed where they were and were swallowed up by the flood.

No one cares about these dead people because the living are still struggling hard.

The soil on the Tianzhou Plateau is poor and can only grow some grass. In some places, it is even permafrost. In such a harsh environment, the more people, the better. People cannot cultivate the land independently and can only grow spiritual rice that requires spiritual stone support.

And spiritual stones are limited, and more than half of them that were originally used for monks to practice are now used for farming by mortals.

Although these spiritual stones all come from the spiritual vault, they are actually the property of the immortals. But for so many years, everyone has relied on the spiritual treasury for food, and over time, most monks have relied on the spiritual treasury.

 One palace and two gates have cut down the supply of spiritual stones, and many monks cannot even maintain their daily practice needs. Those with ability fled overseas directly, and some sects even moved out with their whole family.

 The vast majority of people do not have the ability and courage to escape Kyushu, because natural disasters not only target Kyushu, but the external environment is also harsh. It's just that Jiuzhou brought 20 million oil bottles, so it seemed difficult.

 The question of eating for mortals and the question of spiritual practice of monks, the choice of two gates in one house is biased toward the former.

The final conflict broke out in the 38th year of the Immortal Flood. The 24 great sects of the Immortal Way, powerful figures from all walks of life, and tens of thousands of monks gathered in the Shangqing Palace to confront Taoist Qingxuan.

Some people want to restore the supply of spiritual stones, some want to give up being mortals, and some just want to be able to practice with peace of mind.

 When Asgard paid them enough, everyone signed the contract. But now, 38 years have passed, and everyone is exhausted and no longer wants to worry about mortal matters.

Many sects even risk being held accountable by keeping their disciples in seclusion, or simply hiding their talented disciples.

As one of the few at the peak of Nascent Soul, Master Yunhua stood in front of Taoist Qingxuan, bowed his hands and said, "Please, Taoist Master Qingxuan, please help us. We just want to return to the mountain to practice and no longer care about the affairs of the mortal world."

Taoist Qingxuan was speechless.

He had the advantage in legal terms. All the sects and the First Palace had signed the agreement in black and white. To help the mortals overcome this difficulty, 40% of the spiritual veins held by the spirit library were given to them, along with many heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Now that they have taken the natural and earthly treasures, they will send out the spiritual veins after the work is completed.

 But rationally, he couldn't blame these people.

They have tried their best. Thirty years of running around day and night have exhausted their benevolence and justice. Now that I have given up my spiritual veins, it is difficult to find fault if I want to quit.

 Comparing one's feelings with one's own, it is difficult for Taoist Qingxuan to say harsh words.

All the monks bowed their hands and said in unison: "Please ask Master Qingxuan to help us return to the mountain."

Qingxuan sighed and said, "You should retreat first and wait for me to contact the Immortal Chief."

 “We are waiting for the immortal here.”

 (End of this chapter)

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