In the middle of a fishing village.

Faced with an unfamiliar Taoist priest, the villagers were more vigilant, and soon several adult men with farm tools came forward to ask.

For their vigilance, Li Changsheng understood very well, the more chaotic the world, the more bandits and robbers. In many cases, if they can live in peace, few people are willing to become bandits and robbers, and most people are often forced by life.

Today's Kyushu has not yet reached the great chaos in the world, but the disasters of the years have long since returned to the peace of the past.

One house and two doors will come to the rescue, and many disasters will be pressed down as soon as they emerge. But it depends on the sky to save fires, and it depends on life to save people. Not every rescue can be timely, and not everyone can be saved.

For example, in the Wu Dynasty, the Shangqing Palace reacted very timely, and reported to itself as soon as possible, and at the same time began to fall from other places.

"This Daoist, may I ask if there is anything to do in our Huangjia Village?"

"The poor road wanders here, and the dry food is exhausted, so I come here to ask for some food."

"Dao Chief, please go to the next village, our village has just been hit by drought, and there is no food at home."

"Poor people can be cured and fed."

Hearing that Li Changsheng could cure the disease, the villagers looked at each other and confirmed it a few more times, and then hurriedly invited Li Changsheng into the village.

In the midst of great calamities, there will be plagues and diseases.

No matter what era it is in, seeing a doctor is always extremely expensive, ordinary people in the Taiping era can still afford to see a doctor, but in today's world, ordinary people can only hold on when they get sick.

There are dozens of sick people in the fishing village, most of them are weak and suffer from cold and cold, and the best treatment is nothing more than to eat and drink enough, which is a poor disease.

Li Changsheng went down with a needle to replenish their qi and blood, although it could not ensure that they would have no worries for a lifetime, but at least it could help them tide over the difficulties.

"Immortal master, immortal master!"

When the villagers of the fishing village saw such a miraculous skill, they knelt down one after another and kept kowtowing after being shocked.

"Poor Dao is neither an immortal nor a great master."

Li Changsheng raised his hand to hold them up, and then continued to treat the next patient, basically picking up a silver needle and prick it into the Tianling cover, and the needle was eliminated.

In the blink of an eye, the patients in the fishing village were basically cured, and Li Changsheng asked an old man alone for questioning.

"How do you pay your taxes?"

"Back to the eldest lord, our taxes are not too heavy, thirty taxes and one. Although there have been many disasters and hardships over the years, we have finally been able to get by, and if we had been a few years ago, we would have all starved to death. ”

The answer was an old man with gray hair, who was more than forty years old, and was considered a long life in ancient society.

"What kind of emperor was before, today I want to build a forest garden, tomorrow I want to build a palace, and the day after tomorrow I want to see the emperor's mausoleum. These all cost money and people, and the officials and masters took people everywhere to catch strong men. At that time, there were not a few men in the village, and none of the people who were arrested came back. ”

Li Changsheng took the opportunity to ask, "What about the emperor now?" ”

"Dead, dead a few years ago." Saying that, the old man suddenly lowered his voice and whispered: "Although the court said that he died of illness, we all guessed that he was killed by immortals. ”

"After the old emperor died, the new emperor came up from the original ten taxes to one hundred taxes, and immediately became forty taxes and one one. In recent years, I heard that the gods are going to prepare for heavy rain, so now it is thirty taxes and one. Life is a little harder, but there is still food to eat, if this is replaced by the old emperor, I am afraid we will all die. ”

"It's better for you immortals, if it weren't for the immortals you were there, maybe those officials would have tossed us."

The old man already regarded Li Changsheng as a legendary immortal, but the immortal in his mouth did not specifically refer to Li Changsheng, but all the monks in the cultivation world.

In the eyes of the mortals of Kyushu, the monks are basically good people, and if there is any injustice, as long as they find the immortals, they will definitely be able to solve it.

In this way, it is not that the current monks all have noble qualities, but that the immortals and mortals are separated, and the disciples who often walk around in the mundane are basically disciples of one palace and two sects. These three sects are all righteous sects, and the disciples in the sect have been instilled with the idea of protecting the world and protecting the people since they were young.

However, by chance, the old man's voice of the immortal was actually not wrong.

Li Changsheng looked at the old man and praised the monk, and couldn't help asking:

"Old man, do you think it's good to let the monk rule the world?"

"Uh...... Little old man, I am stupid and short-sighted, and I don't know what a monk is. ”

"It's the fairy in your mouth."

"That's naturally very good, definitely better than those officials."

Li Changsheng declined their invitation to stay overnight and set off on his way to the next village

For the same reason, a bowl of rice is not too much, a bite of bread is not too little, and even a handful of wild vegetables can be used.

This is not for the sake of eating, but for the sake of seeing the big from the small. If the people couldn't even take a bite to eat, then there would be no need for this dynasty to exist.

Every year, the spirit library will allocate some spirit stone pills to the ordinary court, and there are countless yellow and white things, and the benefits for them are to let them toss the people less. If there are many disasters today, there will be enough food.

Watayo has been fighting for Kyushu for 5 years, and these 5 years are to prepare for the next 10 years.

Li Changsheng's speed was very fast, as soon as he walked out of the village on the front foot, he came to another village on the back foot, and in a few days, he could walk hundreds of villages and more than a dozen counties. If he didn't talk to the locals, he could cover 1/10th of a dynasty in a day.

If you encounter demons along the way, you will kill them, and if you encounter a sick person, you will treat them.

On the whole, the Qi Dynasty where he belonged was not bad, at least there was no famine, most of the people still had something to eat, and some villages even had chickens, ducks, and fish to entertain him.

Li Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, and then took a small boat and went to the next dynasty along the Taojiang River.

At the same time, after more than a month, the news of the abolition of the Wu Dynasty finally reached the Qi Dynasty. Suddenly, the government and the opposition were shaken, and when the emperor ordered a thorough investigation of the granary, countless officials were raided and beheaded.

Whenever there is a shortage of grain in any granary, there is no need for any investigation, and if the local parents and officials do not make up the grain, they will be executed on the spot.

As if he was crazy, the emperor of the Qi Dynasty issued one holy decree after another, and the army of the whole country ran everywhere.

As long as it involves greedy for grain, no matter what the emperor's relatives and relatives are, all the big families will be killed, and they must be made up for the grain if they are skinned. If it were the usual ministers in the court, the emperor would not be allowed to come so nonsense, and the local wealthy families were not soft persimmons.

Doing so would only anger the entire nationwide class of scholars, leading to violent unrest and even assassination. The emperor can't act recklessly, and there are very few emperors who can really be supreme.

But now it's different, it's a matter of the country, and the emperor wants to recover the grain.

Because the Wu Dynasty has set an example for him, if the grain is not recovered, Daqi will also have to change the dynasty.

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Later Wu Dynasty.

Later Wu is close to the Taojiang River, which was the richest place in Kyushu at the time of peace, but now it has turned into an ocean.

The farmland has been washed away, leaving only deserted beaches.

It was drizzling in the sky, and Li Changsheng walked on the muddy road with his hat. Along the way, most of the villages were ghostly, and the houses were deserted, except for a few hungry rats with red eyes.

Large tracts of land are deserted, and there are no longer the wheat fields that once flowed.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace, and finally met a group of people who were hurrying away. There were dozens of people in total, and each one of them was ragged and skinny.

Li Changsheng distributed all the dry food on his body to them, and he didn't have enough to eat halfway, so he turned around thousands of miles and caught a wild boar, which was probably the last pig in the land of thousands of miles.

The flood not only affected the human race, but also other living beings, and even perished. For example, at this time, the East China Sea was already a pot of hot soup, and it was difficult for ordinary creatures to survive.

After everyone had eaten enough and regained some strength, Li Changsheng asked, "What about the people here?" ”

"It's all gone."

The sparkle in the answerer's eyes as he was fed was shrouded in endless numbness the next moment.

There is a kind of suffering called numbness.

"The tide of the flood ebbed and flowed, flooding hundreds of miles in three years, and we also ran hundreds of miles, barely surviving with the grain issued by the imperial court. Then I found a place to continue farming and reclaim wasteland, thinking that I would be able to eat a bite next year. The water receded before it turned out, and most of the fields had no water to water. ”

Hou Wu is not in the place where the world changes the most drastically, and the rainfall is relatively normal, not three years at once. But the Tao River, on which they depend, runs through the whole of Kyushu, with heavy rain in the upper reaches and flooding in the lower reaches.

The Taojiang River is like a monster that engulfs everything, three years of heavy rain can swell for hundreds of miles, and then recede after three years of drought.

Li Changsheng was slightly silent for a while, and then asked, "Where did you flee?" ”

"Run away and go to the imperial capital, where there is food to eat. If you can run, you will live, and if you can't run, you can only wait for death. ”

Li Changsheng sent them to the Later Wu Imperial Capital, a huge capital, half of which was flooded and the other half was crowded with refugees.

There was a dead air in the city, and countless corpses were carried out and burned every day.

Pestilence.

Li Changsheng stood in the air, like a gentle breath like a spring breeze enveloping the entire city, I saw him wave his hand gently, and a spring breeze struck, blowing away all the pain.

He did not save people unhurriedly as in the past, but directly penetrated the human body with great mana to drive away the pain.

Although he pinched his fingers and counted, he found Emperor Houwu in an instant.

I saw an old man with gray hair and dressed in coarse linen kneeling in the dirt, carefully rubbing a rice plant, and the emperor was like an old peasant in the countryside, with dark skin, messy hair, and muddy.

Li Changsheng looked at the rice that the other party was holding in both hands, the rice was full, and the roots contained a trace of aura, but the rice had no spirituality.

Rice with spiritual energy is not uncommon, and it is basically spiritual rice cultivated by the cultivation sect. It can be used to eat, as an adjuvant of pills, or even to set up arrays.

Rice contains the gas of water and soil, and can reconcile the five elements of yin and yang.

But this rice plant is different, it is simply nourished by aura, and the rice that bears fruit has no aura.

"Where did this rice come from?" Li Changsheng asked.

After this moment, Emperor Wu realized that he looked up and saw a plain face, first puzzled and wary, and then his eyes widened slightly.

"Immortals?"

The portraits of the immortals in the world are basically preserved by ordinary emperors, and some emperors with perseverance and ability have also participated in the Guanghan banquet in the cultivation world. Although he basically sat at the last seat, he could see Li Changsheng's appearance through the projection spell of the Moon Palace.

Emperor Hou Wu came back to his senses, quickly turned around and knelt in the mud, and said, "Emperor Hou Wu, meet the immortals, and ask the immortals to save my people of Great Wu!" ”

"The poor road will naturally be saved, you should get up first." Li Changsheng pointed to the rice in the soil, "You cultivated this rice?" ”

"It was discovered by chance." Emperor Hou Wu replied.

"It only takes a little aura to be able to produce plump grains. And its roots are so long that they can be inserted deep into the ground and will not be washed away by heavy rain. ”

Li Changsheng picked up the rice and pulled it up slightly, only to see that the roots of the rice were more than ten meters long.

"This thing is the life of one of them."

Li Changsheng stopped at Hou Wu, and he worked with the Later Wu Emperor to study this rice.

Although most of the time Emperor Hou Wu was in the field, he could not intervene in research at all, and it was a great honor for him to coexist with the legendary immortals.

For thousands of years, the Kyushu human race grew up listening to the legends of the immortals, and whether it is the cultivation world or the mundane, there are stories of immortals in the world. People may not know his face, but they will hear about him.

When a person has existed for thousands of years, then he will be remembered and looked up to by all.

"Master Immortal, do we still have hope? When will the water recede? ”

"Don't worry, there is a poor road."

"Master Immortal, the rice has grown, and it will be ripe in just two months! However, this rice costs a lot of spirit stones, and a medium-grade spirit stone can only support half an acre of land, and it has to be replaced with three pieces every month. After this calculation, this rice is more expensive than gold. ”

"Don't worry, the poor road will be solved."

"Immortal, you see that one spirit stone of this rice can support one acre of land. It's unbelievable how you can do it. It's just that I heard that some monks are reluctant to use spirit stones to farm, after all, if they want to feed the whole world, I am afraid that they need a lot of spirit stones, which will affect the cultivation of the immortals. ”

"Don't worry, you can just agree."

"Immortal, Lao Chen's longevity is over, and you still haven't changed at all. My father is right, the four seasons rotate from winter to autumn, and only you remain the same. My father also said, "If there is trouble in the world, I will ask you." Please, please...... Save my people, we just ...... Just want to eat. ”

"Heaven dies my Great Wu, heaven dies my human race!"

The only emperor in the world who could farm had his arm hanging down, and another person left, and Li Changsheng couldn't remember how many of them were.

Emperor Wu had only been with him for a year, even if it was a mortal concept of time, it was not long. But the length of time has long lost its meaning to him, he recognizes the old emperor, whether it is a day, a hundred years, even if it is a thousand years.

Because he will not die after a day, he will not die after 100 years, and he will still be there for a thousand years.

It's just that the old man said West, and the sound was like yesterday.

Li Changsheng closed his eyes and said lightly: "Don't worry, there is a poor way." ”

The breeze blows from the window, and the rice on the potted plant moves with the wind, gently shaking its plump grains.

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Xiandao flood for 32 years.

The majestic rain came again, and this time it was more than 9 months, and countless rivers turned into wild dragons, engulfing everything around them. The valleys became rivers, the plains turned into oceans, and everything that was past was buried in the torrents.

Li Changsheng waved his hand, and the rushing torrent was diverted. At his feet, countless mortals, like ants, strode towards the plateau, and people kept falling along the way. At first, people still had enough time to take care of the wounded, but then they were buried hastily, and in the end, they didn't even look at them.

Unless a loved one falls, people will skip it indifferently.

And the monks don't have much energy to spare, and all their mana is used to protect mortals from the wind and rain. Let the rain not rob them of their body temperature, let the flash flood sweep them away, and let the road under their feet be smooth.

The rest of the long journey to Tianzhou needs to rely on mortals to walk step by step.

Li Changsheng can take away millions of people but can't take away tens of millions of people, and the entire cultivation world can take away tens of millions of people, but there are still tens of thousands of people left.

It was proposed to take only a few million people and leave the rest to fend for themselves. Even if all the dawn people in the world die, as long as their monks are still alive, they will not die.

Just like the past years, the Terrans have not faced the catastrophe of annihilation. Generally, in the face of this kind of catastrophe, there are cultivators who have the power to flee with a small number of people. Even if only a few hundred thousand, or even tens of thousands, are left in the end, it will be a prosperous era in thousands of years.

No one has ever fled with tens of thousands of people, and I don't know how many people will die along the way. Even if they fled to Tianzhou, where the climate was harsh and the soil was poor, it would not be able to support so many people.

Since they all want to die, why not let them fend for themselves. It's better to die happily than to take Tianzhou to the struggling ones.

There is no need to work hard for mortals, it is enough for them monks to maintain for decades, this is all fate.

Since the takeover of the mundane by the cultivators, there has been an endless stream of remarks about abandoning the mortals, especially in recent years, and there have even been similar remarks within the One House and Two Sects. In particular, when the state migration plan came out, more than half of the people in Kyushu opposed it.

In this regard, Li Changsheng only used two sentences to persuade them.

The first sentence is, "The poor will save the people of the world." ”

The second sentence is "Who is against?" ”

At this point, no one objected, and the people of the world began to migrate to the Tianzhou Plateau. Maybe a lot of people will die in this process, maybe less than half of the people who end up on the Tianzhou Plateau, maybe they will die, they will be tired, and they will be in pain.

If you are afraid you can not go, no one will force them.

Li Changsheng is just giving them a glimmer of life.

Thundered!

A mountain range blocking the way to the Tianzhou Plateau was cut off by a cold light, and then the mountains shook for a while, and the huge mountain range was slowly lifted.

I saw a Taoist in Tsing Yi bathed in divine light, and under the gaze of hundreds of millions of dawn people, he raised the mountain range with one hand, and a road to heaven appeared in front of them.

There are nine sufferings in the world, and I will go to eight of them, and the remaining one still needs to be spent by sentient beings themselves.

(End of chapter)