The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 551

Chapter 551: Creatures longing for a prosperous age

 Kongmiaomen.

Dark clouds enveloped the entire sect, and the entire sect was in panic.

The disciples in the sect looked up in the direction of the Hengduan Mountains from time to time, with a look of fear in their eyes. Everyone's movements became extremely cautious, and their spirits became extremely tense.

A foundation-building stage disciple flew into the city between high-rise buildings. The spacious six lanes underneath were filled with various tents and iron houses, and the six lanes were squeezed into only two lanes. Among the surrounding high-rise buildings that could have been used as residences, only the lower floors were still in use. Even gangsters did not bother to live on the high floors.

 Because there is no electricity or water.

  Today is no longer the industrially developed society it once was. Although the sect is consciously protecting the industrial foundation of modern civilization, it is obviously not as conscientious as the government in terms of construction management. Faced with the mess left over from the war, the sect only made some symbolic construction, and the subsequent management was almost chaotic and disorderly.

The lowest management organization of the sect is not a specially established legal department, but one gang after another derived from the disciples of the sect.

 Zongmen, disciples, gang.

 This is the operating logic of today's society.

 Purely governed by humans, what comes out of it is great evil.

The sect disciple's body skills floated to the ground, and the mortals around him cast awe-inspiring looks. Then the crowd silently retreated like a tide, not daring to come within a hundred meters of him.

 Because he was afraid of being beaten to death.

There is a clear provision that if a Foundation Establishment disciple intentionally kills three or more people, he will be detained for one month. If more than 10 people kill someone, their monthly salary will be deducted, and if more than 30 people kill someone, they will be handed over to the Law Enforcement Hall.

 It can be seen that the sect also maintains order, but it is not the order that ordinary people maintain.

 A gang leader immediately came up to us and said with a flattering face: "Welcome to the Immortal Master."

 Xianshi, a respectful title for monks.

 At first, they were called according to the customs and legends of various places. Some were called gods, some were called divine envoys, and some were called angels. Later, it was gradually changed to titles such as Immortal Master, Great Immortal, and Immortal, which meant that the power of monks completely overwhelmed the original civilization.

  Appellation is the definition of people's hearts and a kind of control over public opinion.

When the government still existed, in order to have better control or to protect themselves, early monks would disguise themselves as gods in the local culture.

 There is no need to pretend now.

"Um."

The disciples of the sect nodded slightly, then walked forward minding their own business and glanced at the slum-like residential area. The gang leader followed closely behind, nodding and bowing without any of the fierceness and superiority of the past.

 “Has anyone died recently?”

“Yes, there was a gas explosion, ten murders, and dozens of missing persons.”

 “How many died?”

“Not much, just some minor accidents, and the murderer was basically dealt with by us.”

 The gang boss's face froze, and then he quickly covered it up. However, this subtle change in expression cannot be hidden from the monks. It is not that ordinary people are not smart enough, and not every monk is so wise as a demon.

 The control of the body and spiritual awareness are the biggest differences between mortals and monks.

The disciples of the sect stopped and looked slightly sideways. The gang leader with a sinister face was so frightened that his breathing almost stopped.

"How many?"

 “One hundred and eighty people.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sect disciple grabbed the opponent's neck. The muscular gangster was lifted up like a chicken, his face flushed, and the fear in his eyes turned into tears.

 He wanted to beg for mercy, but he could only make monotonous sounds.

"Well"

There was a click, the neck was broken, and the sect disciples threw the body aside.

 “Which of you is the second in command?”

The gangsters who were following further away were trembling with fear, and no one dared to raise a knife to avenge the boss.

One of them took two steps forward, his feet softened and he knelt on the ground, saying: "I am the Immortal Master."

"From now on, you will be the leader and help me manage this area. My requirements are not high. Don't kill anyone. If there are more than 50 people, report it to me. I don't care who kills. I can suppress how many people die, but you Can't eat them.”

The disciple of the sect leaned forward slightly, and the smell of alcohol and stench from the other party floated into his nose, mixed with a trace of evil spirit.

 Spiritual breath technique can make the nose smell some special smells.

“Do you know that practicing evil arts is absolutely not allowed in our Kongmiaomen?”

 The dead are not important, what is important is practicing evil skills.

This has nothing to do with good or evil, it is purely because practicing evil methods requires a lot of blood food, a lot of human souls, and comes with many hidden dangers. The sect will not care about a few lives, but if there are tens of thousands of lives, the sect will hold them accountable.

This is the area under his jurisdiction. If an evil spirit appears, then half of his salary will be gone.

The gang's second-in-command's inner defense collapsed. He kowtowed to the ground three times and cried, "Master, please forgive me. I didn't practice any evil skills. It was all done by that old ghost."

 “Where's the evil work?”

"It should be on him. This dead old ghost has been carrying it with him. I thought it was a practice skill given by you, but I didn't expect it to be an evil skill."

From his words, it can be heard that he also wants to practice. The pursuit of transcendence is the pursuit of countless people in the world today, and countless people are crazy about it.

 “Go and find out.”

The second-in-command of the gang ran to the body and quickly found a palm-sized booklet.

The disciples of the sect took a look at it and then burned it with spiritual fire. The common evil skills circulating on the market are said to be the furnace methods created by some great power.

 Once you master it, your mind will be taken away, and then you can run away and let it be swallowed up.

The disciple of the sect took out a pill, and the man knelt on the ground with his eyes shining like a dog begging for food.

 He dropped the elixir on the ground. The man quickly picked it up with both hands and wiped the soil on it.

 “Did I let you pick it up?”

"It's just a little rudeness, a little disobedience to the rules." The gang's second-in-command quickly put the elixir back where it was and slapped himself hard several times.

The disciple of the sect stepped on the elixir, crushed it into the mud, and mixed it with the soil.

Fang Fang said: "Eat."

The man leaned over to lick the dirt on the ground without hesitation, looking more like a dog, and he only needed a dog slave.

 The way to train people is to belittle. Words and actions constantly lower the dignity and will of the individual, turning it into an established fact and forming the concept of superiority and inferiority.

The disciples of the sect burst into laughter and asked, "Is it delicious?" "Thank you for your gift, sir. Thank you for your gift."

The man kowtowed a few more times with his mouth full of mud. It wasn't until the sect disciples left that he stood up again.

　　Wiping the dirt from the corner of his mouth, it was like changing his face. The flattery on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of superiority, with the posture of a superior in every gesture.

“From today onwards, I have the final say here, who of you has any opinion?”

Hundreds of strong gang members expressed their loyalty, and no one had any objections. Because this is the candidate determined by the gods, just like the ancient divine right of kings.

 And this God does indeed exist.

Immediately afterwards, someone knelt at his feet to help him clean the dirt off his knees, and then leaned over to lick his leather shoes clean. This seemed to fill up the new boss's self-esteem, and he laughed to the sky and promoted this person to be the second in command.

The new second-in-command of the gang kowtowed again and again.

 “Thank you, boss, thank you, boss!”

　　　, night, red light district.

The second-in-command of the gang kowtowed like an emperor, sitting on the sofa. Three prostitutes knelt in front of him to serve him. He stretched out his feet for them to lick, for no other reason than to experience the feeling of trampling on others.

 “Hurry up and lick! Whoever licks me happily will be rewarded by me!”

 The romantic woman worked even harder, kneeling on the ground like a dog, just to survive.

After a night of madness, she sold her body to obtain several steel trampolines from the operators of the red light district, and dragged her scarred body back home.

 A house in an alley, with windshields on its left and right sides and an iron sheet hanging above its head. She had to walk through each neighbor's door and pass by their door, being careful not to disturb anyone, to say hello to them, and then she would turn around and hear the little rumors.

 “You're a bitch, I don't know how many people have **** you.”

 “Are you sick?”

"there must be."

 The woman returned home and her husband was lying on the hospital bed. When he saw her, he just said weakly and apologetically: "I'm sorry for making you suffer."

 “Not bitter.”

 She shook her head and smiled, took out a few pills and gave them to her husband to swallow.

 This way we can still see him tomorrow.

The breeze carried the woman's expectation for tomorrow to the narrow and dark slums separated from the sky, to the drunken and luxurious building controlled by gangsters on the upper floor, and further up to the sect with palaces lined with fairy spirits.

 Here is a towering tree, with flowers and fruits at the top, green leaves and high branches. In the middle is the trunk, which transports nutrients to the top. Below is mud, corpses, and unspeakably smelly rot.

In the past, people spent six years in elementary school, three years in junior middle school, and three years in high school to read through physics and chemistry and know thousands of years of history.

 People in the past learned painting, piano, flute, calligraphy, and experienced the cultural wealth of mankind for thousands of years.

 In the past, people played games, traveled, fell in love, and watched movies.

 Man today is a dog, a dog without dignity.

 Human beings' first need is to survive in a society where the law of the jungle is eaten by the strong and the order is constantly collapsing. Dignity, personality, beliefs, emotions, and all the good things endowed by human civilization can be trampled and insulted at will.

This is the sect, this is the law of the jungle. I am strong and I respect you. If you are weak, you will die.

 The same was true in the practice world in the past, but a Taoist stood up.

 The woman sat next to the man who was ill in bed, and the legend about the Taoist was playing on the radio.

　　【The Immortal Asks for Swords, the Age of Prosperity Reopens, All Nine Heavenly Gods and Buddhas Are Removed】

 Zheng!

Endless sword light appeared in the void, the light penetrated the clouds, and a huge crack slowly opened, illuminating this dim world.

Through the tattered roof, countless mortals saw light shining on themselves, and then the sky collapsed.

A figure came with sword light, overlooking the dirty and filthy society below. This was not the first time he had seen such a scene, but he was still filled with anger.

 He practiced Taishang Wuji Sword Technique and inherited it from the Sword Sect that once followed the immortals to create a prosperous age. This sword is ruthless in nature, but it has feelings because of those sword cultivators who created a prosperous age.

 The ruthless sword has a sentimental heart.

 This is the best sword in the world.

I pity the world, and when the world sees me, they should pity themselves.

Xiao Yuntian raised the fairy sword high and brought it down. A formation below instantly unfolded, supporting a barrier hundreds of meters high. Endless spiritual energy surged from the earth's veins.

 Among them, the disciples of the sect were in a mess, some elders jumped into the air, and even Nascent Soul stage powerful ones broke through the barrier.

Husbands in hospital beds, wives trapped in prostitution, lunatics on the street, children begging, and even gang members. The people living in this land, the people trapped in the mire, and the thousands of beasts that have lost their humanity, look up at In the sky, a broadcast from the East came to my ears.

The legend of the immortal has been lingering in their ears for a long time. Some people are looking forward to it day and night, some are dismissive, and some are numb.

 But when the sun falls on their faces, most people will burst into tears. Even gang members, even those who stand at the top of mortals, those with vested interests, they are also looking forward to the immortal.

 Except for the sect, everyone else is a domestic animal.

They stood there numbly, but deep down in their hearts, their personalities and souls were struggling hysterically.

 The thoughts of all peoples gather, entangle, and condense.

 A ball of incense soared into the sky and flew to the east. The incense originated from the best hope in the world.

 Humans are, after all, creatures who yearn for a prosperous age.

 Xiao Yuntian stood in the sky and came to the world with thousands of brilliance.

“I am the Azure Light Sword Lord under the Immortal Seat. I am ordered by the Immortal to bring peace to the troubled world, destroy the troubled thieves, and bring peace to the prosperous world.”

 “You guys, take the order.”

 The decree of the Immortal is like a punishment from heaven, with one sword falling, all things will be destroyed.

The formation collapsed, and the sword light fell into the sect. Countless people were sucked into it and turned into blood mist, swallowing up everything around them like a tornado.

Those elders with advanced cultivation sensed that something was wrong and tried to run away, but the next second they were still scraped away by the sword light, and eventually the golden skeleton was turned into powder.

 In the end, the sword light split the entire sect into two, and everything above was annihilated, leaving only the bare mountains.

Only one sect ancestor was left, vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

 Just now, he had actually tried his best to throw out all the Taoist magic, and even his own magic weapon exploded. But falling into the sword light that split the sky, it was like spring water flowing into a river, silently.

The high-ranking sect disappeared in an instant, turning into ashes all over the sky, taking away the haze that had shrouded people's heads for ten years.

There will be another update later

 (End of this chapter)

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