Mei Qing held two things in her hand.

She looked at the fog in front of her.

Thick mist, pure and immaculate.

There are hardly any impurities!

I took a deep breath, and there was no unpleasant smell in my lungs.

It's not as clean as the world!

"What the hell is this place?" Mei Qing thought.

Unfortunately, the fog here is too thick.

And......

In this fog, Mei Qing's mana and cultivation seemed to be locked.

She can't use it, and she can't use it.

It's like the penance of the past years, doing day labor.

"Anyone?" She asked.

The sound echoed through the mist.

There was no response.

It's as if this place is a place where no one is in the middle of nowhere.

But......

The ground on which the feet are stepping on is unusually strong and very smooth.

It's like stepping on the marble halls of the royal palace!

So, here's someone!

At least, there is something.

Mei Qing raised her feet and walked forward bravely.

The fog seems boundless, borderless, vast.

I don't know how long I walked, when Mei Qing was already out of breath.

In the depths of the fog ahead, an orange lamp quietly appeared.

"Lights?" Mei Qing stopped, she looked at the lamp and hesitated.

Because......

It was so strange that lamp appeared!

In such a foggy place, visibility is no more than an inch.

Moreover, all spells and supernatural powers cannot be used.

But there was a light that appeared in it suddenly.

The light looked dim, but it stood out in the mist.

What does this mean?

Mei Qing naturally knew.

It will be the lamp of the Lord of the land!

And what could the owner of such a strange misty land be?

Now, the gods and Buddhas are all mourned.

Legend has it that someone once saw the gossip furnace dumped by Taishang Laojun in the Flame Mountain.

Legend has it that someone was in the South China Sea, looking at the purple bamboo forest, and the demon mist was rolling.

Legend has it that someone once saw that in the lion camel ridge, Dapeng spread its wings!

So......

What will the owner of this place be, do you still need to think about it?

Mei Qing lingered, hesitating.

But the fog seemed to come alive at this moment.

The fog around him was rolling, like a ghost.

In the distance, there was a terrifying and eerie sound.

Faintly, she seemed to see, there were indescribable monsters, crawling from the depths of the mist.

She took a deep breath: "Looks like I have to go to the place where the lights are!" ”

She knew that there was a master in this mist.

The master was urging her.

Come...... Or die!

She had no choice but to move forward.

Sure enough, as she began to move forward, the fog fell silent again, and peace was restored.

Soon, she was in front of the light.

Orange lights, shaking the fog.

The fog has become much thinner as a result.

She could even see what the land of the lights looked like.

A strange red brick building.

The dusty walls are covered with dust, and a plaque full of mottled traces of time hangs at the door.

On both sides of the doorway, it is decorated with some kind of colorless glaze.

A figure stood in the doorway.

On the side of the shadows? A little cat shadow? Shadow followed.

Mei Qing swallowed her saliva and mustered up the courage to step forward.

She looked at the mottled plaque.

"Qiyuan Bookstore?"

Those were a couple of words that seemed to be simplified.

Mei Qing asked cautiously: "Respect ......"

A figure at the door? Walked under the lights.

Just glanced at it, Mei Qing's hands and feet were cold? Shake all over your body.

For the man had a head almost made of mist.

In the rolling fog, there seemed to be two points of flowing fire in the eye socket, slowly swaying.

And its lower body? Even more quirky.

Dressed in unheard of clothes, it looks clean and weird.

Beside him, a little black cat? Follow closely.

Meow!

The black cat barked softly? Makes your scalp tingle? The six gods are restless.

God!

A god cultivated by a cat demon!

Furthermore, it is a righteous god who enjoys a country incense festival and is worshiped by the people!

Because behind the cat, a strange building was reflected.

Endless prayers of the living people, overflowing from it.

And as we all know, now because of the evil scriptures, the gods and Buddhas are mourned.

Legend has it that even the West Tianling Mountain was invaded by demons.

The golden body was also shattered.

In the underworld, there were no more Yamas, ghosts danced wildly, and the Dharma body of the Jizo Bodhisattva was trampled in the River Styx by his former mount, Diting.

Hell is not empty, and a bodhisattva who vows not to become a Buddha can no longer fulfill his vow.

Because He Himself has become a part of this hell.

So, how did this righteous god cultivated by the cat demon escape the catastrophe?

Mei Qing didn't know.

But she knew that she had encountered an ominous that no one had ever encountered.

"Guest......" heard the monster's voice in his ear, unexpectedly very easy-going, even friendly.

"Are you lost on this foggy day?" He asked.

The fire in the eye socket slowly lit up.

Like a golden crow, it soared with its wings and rolled in the thick fog of the skull.

Mei Qing's heart is ringing for a long time!

She hurriedly looked at the plaque at the door, and immediately said against her will: "Honorable driver, Poor Dao is here to buy books!" ”

As she spoke, she made a mockery and showed herself to dust.

………………………………

Ling Ping'an looked at the little Daoist aunt in front of him who called herself 'Poor Dao' suspiciously.

Is she about eighteen or nineteen? Maybe twenty years old?

It's young anyway.

It's just that......

What about the robe?

What about the crown?

Take a whisk and call yourself poor?

Is Taoism so lenient now?

After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an had to admit that the current Taoism accepts people so leniently.

Commandment?

Learn?

Inexistent!

The Taoist books of the Zhengyi factions and the Quanzhen factions, as long as they are willing, they can be obtained by individuals for some money.

This is also forced by the great monks!

Nowadays, as long as the great monks enter the gate of his temple, those who have burned incense are all laymen.

Moreover, various well-known temples have also played corporatization.

The monks go to work to punch in, there are five insurances and one housing fund, as well as year-end bonuses and stocks.

Some great monks, big gold chains, big watches, sports cars and nightclubs, are still monks!

The Taoist priests had no choice but to follow up.

Otherwise, the leeks will be cut off by the monks!

Thinking of this, I was relieved.

Everyone who comes is a guest, whether she is a bald donkey in the west or a poor road in the east?

The Constitution of the Federal Reich says: Religious equality, freedom of belief!

So, he smiled and said, "Come in, please come in......" He thought about it, but he really didn't understand what to call a female Taoist, so he simply said: "This Taoist leader!" ”

…………

Mei Qing listened to the words of the monster in front of her.

She hurriedly made a mockery, and then followed it tremblingly, and walked into the 'bookstore'.

It's the same as Mei Qing imagined.

This place is really terrifying!

As soon as she progressed, she felt endless coercion and rushed to her face.

She couldn't stand up and couldn't lift her head.

I can only bow my head and follow suit.

Fortunately, this coercion seems to only want to give her a dismount.

So in the blink of an eye, she was relaxed again.

But the body relaxed, and the spirit became heavy again.

"What the hell is this place?" Mei Qing thought in her heart, her eyes carefully observing this place.

The floor is wooden.

But very spooky.

From Mei Qing's point of view, there seemed to be something slowly squirming under these floors.

This reminded her of the legend that the turtle roamed the overseas immortal mountains.

On the walls on both sides, there are terrifying and strange murals.

Mei Qing only glanced at it, then immediately lowered her head, not daring to look again.

Because......

What's in those frescoes...... It's alive!

"Daoist, please take a seat!" In my ears, the monster's voice sounded again.

Mei Qing followed its instructions and sat on a strange bench.

The chair seems to be made of unknown leather, and it is soft and comfortable to sit on.

It's like sitting on a living monster.

"I've heard ......," Mei Qing thought, "There are some powerful monks who like to peel off the skin of their enemies and cover them on their utensils......"

"Wherefore its vessels receive spirituality, as if they were living creatures!"

This is a very common thing these days.

The great monks used people, demons, and ghosts as raw materials to make all kinds of unbelievable things.

Human skin lanterns, demon skin war drums, ghost skin talismans......

However, this is already a very merciful monk.

Hundreds of years ago, or even thousands of years, the immortals, Buddhas, and demons of the five major states killed people and devoured the people of a country at every turn.

The hearts of thousands, if not tens of thousands, of boys and girls are used in medicine.

These are all very common things.

But at that time, when the gods and Buddhas were all there.

The demon fairy god who did such a thing was not punished.

Instead, he was sheltered by power.

On the contrary, those who do good and keep righteousness, but if they are just a small mistake, they will be beaten up the mountain gate and killed all over the door!

Peeling cramps are nothing more than pediatric.

Up and down the house, chickens and dogs are not left, and the soul is scattered, which is a common thing.

Thinking of this, Mei Qing sighed slightly.

"Murder and arson...... There are no corpses in building bridges and paving roads......" she sighed as she read the words that her master kept on her lips every day.

At this time, a cup of steaming tea was handed to the eyes.

In his ears, the monster's voice sounded: "This Taoist master, do you want to buy some Taoist classics and study them?" ”

Mei Qing raised her head and saw the tea in front of her.

The golden tea liquid is bubbling and boiling.

It seems that in the legend, the fairy tea on the peach banquet of the Queen Mother is like the Buddha tea picked by the Bodhisattvas of the Lingshan Mountain.

The two points of flowing fire slowly rotated.

It's like two flowing fire yin and yang fish.

Orange lights, falling from overhead, fell on the man.

Let its whole body seem to be illusory.

Mei Qing swallowed and nodded.

The monster sat down across from him, cocking his legs.

The cat demon beside it jumped on it.

"So, what does the Taoist want to do?" It asked, the fire in its sockets glistening.

Mei Qing frowned.

She felt that the monster in front of her did not seem to be ominous.

On the contrary......

She looked at the righteous god cultivated by the cat demon, like a real pet, lying on the monster.

So, she plucked up her courage and boldness, and asked, "Venerable, do you have a secret book of Taoism here that can slay demons and eliminate demons?" ”

Who knows, the other side snorted and laughed.

Then he stood up, condescendingly, and asked himself.

"Dao Chief...... Want to slay demons? ”

Mei Qing nodded.

Who wouldn't?

Demons are full of nights, ominous everywhere, resentment is deep, and heaven and earth are lost.

The five major states have been in a mess.

The people are like ants, and the people are like dogs!

It's just that......

She also understands that it is impossible to clear the heavens and the earth.

Even the gods and Buddhas in the sky have been lost!

Today, it is a time of demons and ominousness.

Legend has it that it is the eastern land, the once splendid world, and now it is also ravaged by demons.

The big demon named An Lushan led the beasts to eat people.

The prosperous Chang'an City has been burned!

Therefore, all she wants is the ability to protect herself and her master and survive in such a chaotic and desperate world.

………………………………

Ling Ping'an looked at the little girl in front of him who called herself 'Poor Dao' and was dressed in what seemed to be a retro costume.

Very seriously, ask yourself if there is a secret book of Taoism for 'slaying demons and eliminating demons'?

He was immediately happy.

It can only be said that this federal empire is really too full to eat.

For one dollar of fried chicken, you can buy a set meal for five dollars.

There are also food banks and low-rent housing systems in every city.

This ensured that every citizen of the Empire, no matter what, would end up on the streets and starve.

If you have some skills and enter the factory to become a blue-collar worker, you can at least work alone, support a wife and two dogs, and save hundreds of thousands of stocks in 20 years.

Therefore, in today's society, a large number of idle people are going to get sick.

All kinds of strange hobbies and interests appeared.

In the Southern Zhou and Northern Zhou regions, 'retro wars' have been popular recently.

A group of idle ranchers and their children and workers organized themselves to buy a large number of equipment from the Hundred Years' War.

began to simulate the classic battles in the Hundred Years' War.

Last month, the Northern Zhou even organized a 30,000-strong drill for the Battle of Xin'anfu.

It was also made into a documentary for several hours and uploaded online.

Don't say it, these people are decent.

The organization, deployment, and march are exactly the same as the historical Battle of Xin'anfu.

Don't be too cool to line up and shoot!

In the local area, Ling Ping'an has also heard that now the feudal superstition is very poisonous.

The Internet circle and the financial circle have almost been wiped out.

The headquarters of almost all major Internet companies are on the seventh floor.

Why?

Because it's seven up and eight down!

There is a legend on the Internet that nowadays, within the Internet company, the most prosperous incense is the growth king, one of the four great kings of Buddhism.

In a well-known large factory, several masters are hired with higher salaries.

Do what?

Specifically count the eight characters for the promoted employees to see if they clash with the bosses and directors!

If you clash with each other, the employee will have to change his name, otherwise the promotion will be yellow!

Legend has it that a certain bigwig once did not believe in evil.

When I started my business, I had to build the headquarters on the ninth floor......

Then the big guy went bankrupt and lost money, and went to the live broadcast to bring goods to pay off his debts......

has also become the dark lamp of the industry, the legendary king of losses, people hate ghosts, and no one dares to talk to him about the project!

Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an gave up his intention to persuade the little girl to believe in science.

After all......

Even those Internet elites with doctorates and professors, and innovative talents who play with big data and computers, believe in feudal superstition.

How could he just let a young man who was obsessed with feudal superstition and seriously believed that there were demons in this world suddenly believe in science?

That's impossible!

It's like someone else can't help it, let him believe in some ghosts and gods.

And......

A little girl, superstitious and a little Taoist, doesn't seem to have any problems?

This is her freedom!

Ling Ping has always felt that this religion and diet are actually the same.

Some people like to eat coriander, and some people hate it when they see it, and they run with their noses covered.

Are they at fault?

No!

Cilantro is even more wrong.

A qualified materialist must learn to look at problems objectively and dialectically.

Then choose the most effective and feasible way to solve the problem.

With this mentality, Ling Ping'an laughed: "Guest, I don't have any secret books here that can kill demons and demons......"

"Of course, if you need to......"

"I can recommend you a few Taoist scriptures of self-cultivation and self-cultivation, quiet and inaction......"

"Of course......" his eyes narrowed, "You really want to see the magic of the Dao Law Secret Text...... I can also recommend a few to you...... Well...... The ...... of the counterattack of the immortal cultivator" He thought hard, and finally thought of a word that the other party might accept: "Classic!" ”

Look!

The ancient Romance of the Gods, Sou Shen Ji, and Journey to the West are classics.

Why can't the current Internet fairy be a classic?

If a young online writer has the opportunity, he is still willing to contribute a little bit to the development of online literature.