Chapter 162

After resuming from meditation, Ling Xiao continued on the road, all the way east, and did so for a month.

Coming to this completely unfamiliar world, Ling Xiao wanted to take a good walk, so he casually found a direction and headed east, aimlessly.

Although it is aimless, Ling Xiao has a choice of routes, and there are some places that he would not go to under normal circumstances.

Those mountains with mountain gods, Ling Xiao can avoid them.

Those densely populated towns, Ling Xiao will not go. Because most of these towns are guarded by city gods. Most of the city gods in a city are also fifth-order.

Therefore, Ling Xiao basically wanders in the wilderness and among the small population of mountain villages.

Although there are also land gods in the mountain village, their strength is insufficient, even if they are the highest, they are only the fourth order, and many people are simply mortal gods, and their strength is low.

These land gods have the home advantage of the legal domain, and Ling Xiao is not in sight.

After more than a month of travel, Ling Xiao's understanding of the immortal world has become more and more profound, it is indeed rich in spiritual energy, rich in resources, and there are gods almost everywhere, but the people who live in this world may not be happy.

On the contrary, in Ling Xiao's view, the ordinary people of this world live more tired and harder than ordinary people in the world.

These words are Li Changding's exclamation, and they are also the result of Ling Xiao's own observation and thinking.

Compared with the people in the original world, the common people in this world, in addition to being bullied and exploited by landlords and gentry, corrupt officials, and local tyrants and bullies, they also have to serve the gods and guard against demons, which is more than the common people in the ordinary world, with two more burdens.

Let's start with serving the gods.

The gods and spirits of this world have their own duties, and there is great merit in maintaining the operation of heaven and earth, protecting the land and people, and spreading clouds and rain, and all beings in the world depend on them for their lives. Therefore, the gods receive mortal incense and enjoy some sacrifices, but they should also.

However, there must be a limit to everything, Ling Xiao has met a few land gods, coveted the service of mortal incense, and tried his best to ask for it, completely ignoring whether the people in the village could bear it. And he is mean and unkind, and the people in the village will punish him for the slightest disrespect, without any mercy and compassion.

Such a land god is actually using the divine power in his hands to enslave sentient beings, which is essentially no different from those local tyrants and bullies, corrupt officials and corrupt officials.

It's a god, and a demon.

Along the way, Ling Xiao saw more than once that demon beasts ate people and hurt people, and even some powerful demons simply suppressed the land gods in the village, hung on them, stole the divine power by themselves, and enslaved the people of an entire village.

Of course, these things all happened in remote places with poor mountains and bad waters, and they were places where those high-ranking officials and nobles in the city disdained and didn't care.

It is precisely because powerful and powerful people don't care that these weak monsters and demons will appear there, otherwise wouldn't they be killing themselves?

However, it was also their fate, and they met Ling Xiao who traveled around, so they all died under Ling Xiao's sword, and their souls were thrown into the underworld. It's also the number of days, and there is such a catastrophe in fate.

Although Ling Xiao only traveled in the wilderness and some remote villages, what he saw and heard was inevitably a little one-sided. But by seeing the subtleties and seeing the whole picture, he could imagine what the rest of the world was like through these things.

For monks, this world is certainly a world rich in resources and full of opportunities, and the same is true for monsters, at least they have the same power as humans, they can survive, they can cultivate, unlike in some worlds, whether it is good or evil, they can be killed, and there is no sin.

But for the common people, their lives are not as good as those of other worlds, because the people of this world have the double burden of gods and demons.

If this god is conscientious enough, the people at least don't have to worry about the abnormal climate, and they can ensure that the wind and rain are smooth every year, and they are better than people in other worlds.

But demons are only a scourge, and they are not beneficial at all.

On this day, in the southeast of China, a mountain cliff, straight and steep, faced with a long river, the river is turbulent, rushing and turbulent.

On the opposite side of the cliff is a plain with several villages, and on the horizon the sun shines on the horizon, and it is the morning when the sun rises.

Ling Xiao sat cross-legged on this cliff, facing the long river, spitting at the rising sun, picking up the purple qi of the rising sun.

Although Ling Xiao is a sword cultivator, but the Chaoyang Purple Qi Yang and Purity, it is the first wisp of vitality between heaven and earth, which is beneficial to his body and sword species, because since he practiced, he, like Li Changding, is also a daily breath, never stopping.

After exhaling the purple qi of the rising sun, Ling Xiao closed his eyes and meditated again, continuing to adopt the vitality of heaven and earth, refining the sword species, and working diligently.

But it didn't take long for Ling Xiao to open his eyes and look at a village in the distance opposite, although it was nearly a thousand feet away, it was not much different from a stone's throw to him, everything was vivid.

In the village, there were more than a dozen men, all the pillars of the family, who were gathering together, their faces sad and sad, and there was a dead silence in the field. Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, all of them don't say a word.

The dozen or so men split into two groups and prepared to draw lots under the auspices of the village elders.

The way to draw lots is very simple, two bamboo tubes, with more than a dozen bamboo sticks inserted in them, consistent with the number of people. There is only one bamboo skewer in each bamboo tube with ink on it, and whoever draws the bamboo skewer with ink will win the lottery.

At the beginning of the draw, the dozen or so men in the field hesitated, and finally one man bit his silver teeth, stepped forward, and reached out to grab the bamboo tube.

The man was about to draw lots, suddenly stopped, struggled and hesitated in his heart, and finally closed his eyes, chanted words in his mouth, asked God to bless, casually drew lots, opened his eyes and saw that the bamboo sticks without ink were drawn, and immediately smiled, and shouted: "Haha!" I didn't win! God bless! God bless! Soil egg, your life has been saved! ”

On the contrary, those who have not yet drawn lots are sad and depressed.

There is something, and it is a life-threatening matter. Seeing this situation, Ling Xiao frowned, knowing that there must be a mystery inside, so he stood on the cliff and watched quietly.

The lottery continued, the dozen or so men around the two bamboo tubes, one by one stepped forward to draw lots, when the lottery was all hesitant, there were words in their mouths, asking God to bless, after the lottery found that they did not win the lottery, they were smiling and happy.

There are more and more people who draw lots, and these people are all lucky, and they didn't draw the bamboo sticks with ink, and they looked relaxed. But the atmosphere in the field is getting more and more tense, and those who have not yet drawn lots are staring at the lottery holder, and their faces are becoming more and more sad.

At this time, a man stepped forward, but he was unlucky, and drew the bamboo stick coated with ink, and for a while, a good big man burst into tears, like a mourner, crying, and the men next to him all breathed a sigh of relief, and some even couldn't help but show a relaxed smile.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the draw on the other side also had a result, and the man who won the lottery was also grief-stricken and cried, "Flowers! Daddy can't stand you! Daddy can't stand you! ”

"Hey. This year is over. A man on the side said relaxedly.

"yes. Pity the Iron Pillar and the Iron Ox, their children, ......"

"This year, they sacrificed their children to Hebo, and next year it will be the turn of the people from the next village. By the next time it was our turn in the village, my children would have grown up. A man said with a smile.

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