"Why do you live with the dead?"

Li Changsheng's gaze swept over everyone as he spoke, and 1/3 of them were living corpses. The spiritual light flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, he pierced through the nine shadows, and the spiritual veins of the land within a radius of a hundred miles, and the qi of all things in heaven and earth came into view.

These people's dantian has a yin qi that connects to the underground Lethe River, and uses it as a foundation to survive in the world. And everyone has the smell of incense, similar to the city god, but very messy and tiny.

In Kyushu, at most, it is just a sign in the ancestral hall of a certain family's temple, and it is impossible for people to become the god of incense and fire.

In my memory, there is an article about the opening of the method of the Yin God, the convergence of the Yin, the coming out of the Yin God, and the dojo above the corpse of the god. Some of the evil cultivators he killed, and the various methods he saw often pursued the place where the yin qi gathered.

The wind is cold here, and it can be seen from the feng shui that one season is cold and the other season is hot, which is the so-called both yin and extreme yang.

With the senses of mortals, it is hot to death in summer and cold to death in winter, and there is no spring and autumn all year round.

Borrowing from some evil and demonic dao exercises, if you want to train people to become living corpses and maintain their sanity, it is no less difficult than cultivating a golden pill. If there are sufficient conditions, you can become a golden pill in one year, a yuan baby in ten years, and a god in a hundred years.

There are pros and cons, and all kinds of filthy qi are still more dangerous to the corrosion of the self than the catastrophe. Monks who lose their minds are easier to deal with than monsters, and have plenty of time to trap each other.

Set up a thousand eight hundred magic circles, and he will also plunge into them.

In this way, a myth also appeared, the descendant of a certain major sect killed the peak of Jindan alone with the foundation cultivation, and directly crossed the 4 realms. Even if it is the Snow Night Sword Immortal, at most, it will only defeat the middle stage of Jindan with the peak of foundation building, and the peak may have to rely on the power of the Heavenly Sword.

At first, Li Changsheng also praised this person's talent above himself, but later learned that the person stopped at the Jindan stage for the rest of his life.

Back then, he killed an evil cultivator who had lost his consciousness and resembled a wild beast. It took him 30 years to prepare, exhaust a lot of resources, and lay out thousands of formations before he barely killed him.

Are these people evil cultivators?

Li Changsheng made such a judgment based on past experience, but quickly rejected it. There is yin, there is no evil, and even if there is evil, you can't judge a person's good and evil.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and some evils are not considered evil in Li Changsheng.

The black-faced man looked confused at the moment, tried his best to restrain himself from looking at the immortal master with disrespectful eyes, and said a little timidly: "Immortal master, isn't it like this all over the world?" If you don't live with your ancestors, how can you live? This night, the ghosts crawled, and in the summer and winter, a poisonous miasma floated in, and our family relied on the protection of our ancestors. ”

"We are in a small place in the village, and we can't stand the shady trees, so we can only put them at home and make offerings with incense day and night."

"Ghosts?" Li Changsheng looked at the four directions again, and he could indeed see a lot of evil cults, and their density reached one ghost in ten miles and one nest in a hundred miles.

You must know that Kyushu only had this scene during the most chaotic time, but it doesn't look like a chaotic time here.

Li Changsheng gathered his thoughts and said, "Can you take the poor road into the village to visit?" ”

"Of course, of course, when you enter the village, if the immortals come in person, our ancestors and ancestors in the village can enjoy the blessings of the shadow."

Led by the black-faced man, Li Changsheng walked into this creepy-looking village.

White cloth is hung in front of the house, coffins are on the beams of the house, children play with the corpse of the grandfather, and women put on death makeup for their mothers-in-law.

"How old are you?"

"Hui Immortal Master, Yang Shou is thirty years, Yin Shou is five years, a total of thirty-five years. If the descendants compete to get a Huaiyin wood to make a coffin, they can add another 10 years. ”

"How much is the tax?"

"Taxes?"

The black-faced man looked puzzled, and Li Changsheng patiently explained to him what taxes were? Hearing that farming had to pay taxes, all the villagers, including the black-faced man, widened their eyes and looked incredulous.

"The gods still need mortal things like us?"

"There are places where it is needed."

Li Changsheng remembered that this place was different from Kyushu, where immortals and mortals lived together, and the sect assumed the functions of a mortal dynasty. Naturally, monks don't need grains, so it's normal that they don't pay taxes.

"Will you then live in peace? There are enough grains to eat all year round, and there is a surplus after winter, which is better than in many places. ”

Taxes were inevitable for mortal dynasties to collect, and without them, a dynasty would not be able to function at all. In the era of the Snowy Night Sword Immortal, there was an elder Jindan who proposed to make the world tax-free, everyone had land to cultivate, and everyone had food to eat.

But this proposal was eventually scrapped because the dynasty could not function without taxation. The sect alone will definitely not be able to manage, and no matter how bad the dynasty is, it is better than chaos. No matter how bad the court is, it is better than the landlords and gentry.

Li Changsheng has never managed the world, but the classics of the Sword Sect he saw are all bitter criticisms of the sect's management of the world, and he said:

[Those who are in charge of the world in the sect, or the lazy government will fall into the squire's power and cannot be unruly, or the people will be encircled as animals, and they will be killed and taken away. 】

It is not known whether the scriptures are true or not.

"With the grace of the gods, it is natural to live and work in peace and contentment."

The black-faced man replied without hesitation, but answering too quickly was a kind of weakness. Li Changsheng could feel the other party's fear, as if his head would fall off as long as he shook his head.

That night, Li Changsheng stayed at the black-faced man's house for dinner.

The other party originally just said politely, but he didn't expect Li Changsheng to really agree. This made him surprised and delighted that the immortal who could fly the shield in the sky actually stayed in his home, which was a great honor.

Go out and say: "There is a sky fairy who stays in the cold house"

In this way, even the adults in the town have to give in three points, and others dare not kill them all when they encounter some things.

The black-faced man took out the surplus food at home and went to exchange for a two-month-old pig and two chickens. At the same time, they dug up the rice wine that has been treasured for many years, and they call it Huangquan wine here.

In addition to using millet rice, millet and glutinous rice as raw materials like normal wine, some medicinal herbs are added, which contains a strong yin qi.

A table of food was placed in front of Li Yi, and the family didn't dare to serve it, but just stood by and watched stiffly.

The black-faced man stood behind Li Yi, respectfully filled him with a bowl of wine, and said, "Immortal Master, this wine is brewed with pure herbs, and there are no miscellaneous things. It's not authentic, but at least it's not so penetrating. ”

Li Changsheng looked at the cold rice wine and asked, "How can it be considered authentic?" ”

"Take the corpse of the Yin man who has just died, refine it into yellow with a special method, and then add it to the wine. Wine is also exquisite, and it needs to be supplemented by many drugs that can stimulate yang energy, so as to achieve a balance between yin and yang. ”

"Where did the corpse come from?"

"Of course, it's my family's, and it's one of the aftertastes. However, some of the kings and calves went to steal other people's houses and made them into wine to sell. ”

The black-faced man lowered his voice slightly and whispered: "Half of the liquor shops in the city are stolen. My grandfather was stolen by them, and I originally wanted to use my grandfather to add two acres of land to the family. ”

"The city is mainly a Jindan real person, and he has been collecting heads recently, and every family wants to produce a corpse."

Li Changsheng only paused when he heard this, and then sighed: "Throughout the ages, big fish eat small fish, adults eat small people, sit down." ”

"A small lowly one is not worthy of being at the same table as an immortal master."

Li Changsheng could see that he was afraid from the bottom of his bones, and his attitude towards cultivators was completely different from that of Kyushu.

The people of Kyushu were equally in awe of cultivators, but they were not so afraid. On the contrary, because of the Sword Sect, cultivators are virtuous people in the eyes of the common people, so there are many things that seek punishment from cultivators.

He poured a glass of wine for the black-faced man and said, "Give me hospitality, I will give you a gentleman's friend, drink." ”

The black-faced man hesitated for a long time, and finally drank the wine tremblingly, and suddenly his whole face was red. Naturally, this was not any magic medicine that Li Changsheng had taken inside, he was just simply excited.

Then the family also sat down at the table tremblingly, and the old lady next to him, who had become a dried corpse, touched his arm with Li Changsheng, and the whole person jumped up.

After drinking, Li Changsheng asked the black-faced man for a method called a living corpse called a living corpse, and glanced at the method that was just a very rough corpse practice. The only thing that surprised him was that this method could circumvent Lethe's traction on the messenger's soul, so that ordinary people could still have the so-called yin longevity after death.

Yin Shou is essentially the time that the soul can exist by eating incense.

Li Changsheng felt that this method had the charm of the method of resurrecting the dead, so he stayed in the village and devoted himself to research. As for why he didn't choose a mountain and an old forest not to be disturbed, he needed to be angry more than concentrated.

He thought that if he went into the deep mountains and old forests again, he was afraid that he would be too forgetful again.

If there is no old man's way, what is there to worry about? He often had this thought. I don't know if I was confused by the way of heaven and seduced myself to enter the Tao again.

Moreover, he didn't know how to go to the Yellow Spring of Lechuan, and there was no record of it in the classics of the major sects. It is said that there is no heaven and earth in it, and no one is allowed to enter it unless it is dead.

Hearing that Li Changsheng wanted to stay, the black-faced man gathered the villagers to spend half a year building a wooden house. Although the wooden house is really not luxurious, it is already a rare mansion for a village where you can only live in mud houses and thatched houses.

There is an immortal living in the soil village located by the river, but you don't know it, and the immortals don't know.

Spring.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and a fresh breeze blows through the village, blowing away the yin energy emitted by the leylines. And the original coffin has been placed at the end of the village, so as not to be blown away.

The faces of the villagers were ruddy, and everyone had a smile on their faces. Yin qi is not a righteous path for the living, and if it is not trapped by life, mortals do not want to live with the dead.

"Immortal Master, this is the wild boar that was just caught today, and the right hind leg given to you by the village. And although this wine has no medicinal properties, it can be regarded as a high-grade yellow spring, and I bought it back for you. There is also this candied fruit, which is also a rarity that has been brought to you. ”

"I don't need that, I don't need to burden myself."

"Alas, where are you talking about this, since you came, there have been no ghosts in my village for dozens of miles. And the city knows that there is a great god like you, and this head will not be accepted, and in previous years a few boys and girls would be accepted. ”

"Immortal Master, what's wrong with you? Is it because the wine doesn't fit your mouth? ”

"I'm just thinking, just want to be happy, maybe I can live a little happier. It takes the right time and place to change the world, and there is no such thing here. ”

"But I see it, so let's kill him."

There was a thunder in the heavens and the earth, and the dark clouds for hundreds of miles dispersed.

The black-faced man looked in the direction of the thunder, which was the closest city to him.

Summer.

Every household in the village dries medicinal herbs, everyone reads medical fairy books, and Tucun has become a well-known medical village.

With the medical skills that Youzhou does not have, every household has enough food and clothing, and there are 300 stone brick houses for 300 households. The wooden house next to the stream at the head of the village has been remodeled many times, and it is a house with a small courtyard.

Li Changsheng's requirements are very strange, the house should be eight zhang wide, the courtyard should be twelve zhang, there should be an oval stone bench, there should be a tree, and there should be a sign engraved with the name.

"Immortal Master, this year's heat is so hot that people panic, fortunately, according to the prescription you gave, there are many medicines for heat stroke, otherwise people will die again. You are truly a man of God, and you are proficient in all things in the world. ”

"I just live a long time, so I naturally know a little more, did I give you that exercise?"

"E's talent is low, and he can't practice it."

"There is no need to force it, take it day and night according to the medicine I gave you, and you can increase your life by 10 years."

"Immortal Master, these signs you put up are incense every day, do you also have relatives who need to be worshipped? How can you worship others with such a golden body, or I will let the village build a special ancestral hall for you, so that every family can kneel and worship. ”

"Offerings? Poor Dao is just remembering, and I will comfort myself in this way, lighting a stick of incense and saying that they will not receive it. Even if you are poor, you can't do anything about death. ”

"Forgive the little trespasser, your relatives will definitely receive incense under the Yellow Spring."

"I hope so."

Autumn.

Li Changsheng sat in the courtyard as usual, he was dressed in white, and he had not changed for decades, but the people in the village had changed for two generations.

"Immortal Master, this is your candied fruit, and the best yellow spring. I know you don't like to use people to make wine, and the wine shops in that city are not clean, and I make them myself. And this is my youngest son, he will help you deliver things in the future. ”

"Why don't you meet the Immortal Master?"

"Meet the Immortal Master."

"Look at it well, remember it well, the immortal master has sheltered my village for thirty years, so that my village can be free from ghosts and monsters and have enough food and clothing for many years. When you were a child, you were rescued by the immortal master, and if you learn two points of medical skills, your grandfather in the city will have to invite you to see a doctor. ”

"Do immortals get sick too?"

"What kind of immortals, we are not immortals. In addition, the yin qi enters the body, and the foundation is often weak, and there are many deaths at sixty. ”

Winter.

Li Changsheng came out of the courtyard after several decades and arrived at the place where he went to the village to eat. The black-faced man's home has changed from a mud house of eight people crammed together into a large courtyard, and a family of more than a dozen people living together is not crowded.

And he himself is dying.

"Immortal Master, I am more than seventy years old, and you haven't changed at all."

"Change and immutability are in the heart, and appearance is only appearance. If you still want to live, you have to practice hard, and your life will be fought for by yourself after all. ”

"No, no, the little one knows how many pounds and taels he has, so he doesn't do that useless work. It's just that after I leave, I don't know if the turtle grandson can serve you well, just his memory! ”

"Where's your son?"

"Dead, mortals are only thirty years old, and I can only live longer with your grace. It's also infuriating, the lords in the city haven't lived as long as me, and they thought it was a real person when they heard my age. ”

"The Dharma practiced here is not the right path after all."

"Dare to ask the Immortal Master what is the right path?"

"My way is the right way."

It's spring again.

Li Changsheng looked at the worried middle-aged man in front of him, his black face and rough face were quite similar to his grandfather's appearance, but this wine was very poorly brewed. There is nothing wrong with this, after all, he is not his grandfather, and no one can replace others.

He just wanted to comment out loud, but suddenly looked up at the outside of the courtyard after a moment's pause. A black-faced man strode in, carrying a jar of wine in his hand, and his body was full of yin energy.

"Immortal Master, your wine, my turtle grandson is really not good at doing things sloppily, I have to crawl out of the coffin and bring you wine again."

"Aren't you afraid of breaking your cultivation?"

"I just want to pour wine for you for a few more years when I become a living corpse, and I don't have any ambitions. In our lifespan, it will be over, and there is still a yin life to live for a few more years. Unlike your Kyushu, when a person dies, it's just gone. ”

"Look, this body is a pole."

The black-faced man showed his sturdy physique and said, "Death does not necessarily mean that you will die for a long time, maybe your relatives are still waiting for you in Huangquan." ”

Li Changsheng's calm eyes had a trace of waves, and he smiled slightly: "Good." ”

After ten years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the black-faced man Yu Dabiao Yin died his life, and Li Changsheng left the village and entered the netherworld.

He stood high in the sky, overlooking the Yin Vein of the Earth, and grabbed it forward, grabbing it with a light grip and grabbing it in a form that ordinary people could not understand

In an instant, it shook the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, thousands of miles of yin qi, traversing the yin veins of thirty-six cities and seventy-two towns, countless existences entrenched on the nodes of yin qi, countless people trapped in ghosts, and tens of thousands of living beings involved.

All stay in place and feel the glorious power that falls from the sky.

"Open."

The words fell, the land was divided into two halves, and this ancient land of Youzhou finally heard the fairy power.