Jiang He followed the guidance of the old housekeeper and walked along the mountain road in the direction of Ningzhou.

The distance between Qingzhou and Ningzhou is not too far, only a few thousand miles away.

Jiang He walked very slowly, as if he had walked a hundred thousand miles-

He helped the mountain people clear roads and rebuild houses; In the crying of the villagers, he carried his sword into the mountain to exterminate the evil bandits.

It didn't take long for the money in his bags to be squandered, and even the horses he bought for transportation were slaughtered as emergency rations to fill the bellies of the hungry.

Eating and sleeping in the open became a daily routine, and when the rations ran out, they had to look for food.

Fortunately, he learned the method of qi induction from Qingcheng Guan.

Although it was only the most basic method and there was no further path, it also allowed him to absorb spiritual energy, refine his body, and become half an immortal man.

Only then did he persevere, and did not fall halfway.

Even so, when he arrived in Ningzhou, five full years had passed.

He has changed from a young boy to a dark-skinned, dusty young man with a weathered face.

"Five-year ......"

"Those who practice fast have already reached the late stage of the first order in their cultivation."

"You're still drawing ...... breath into your body"

Lu Rong shifted his attention to Jiang He.

Ningzhou's Jishi Sect is also a famous sect of the Yun Dynasty in the past, representing the path chosen by some people.

They think that becoming immortals is false, and they don't want to indulge in false dreams.

Even more unwilling, due to the limitation of yang longevity, after thousands of years, he turned into a handful of loess like a mortal, and his soul was scattered.

So, they went the other way.

【Yin God】

Since there is no liberation, it is difficult to live forever.

Then pursue the path after death, become an immortal god of the underworld, be worshipped by incense, and live forever.

It is also an alternative method of immortality, and there is a reflection of the path of predecessors, which is extremely realistic.

They help the world and protect mortals from the intrusion of evil spirits and natural disasters......

In this way, it is revered by mortals and incense is obtained.

For example, this major earthquake has triggered many cascading disasters, causing turmoil in the world and making people's lives miserable.

The people of the Immortal Sect ignored everything and did not intervene, causing the chaos to intensify.

However, it was the sect of Jishi, and the yin gods took decisive action to calm the calamity, let Ningzhou return to peace, and sheltered hundreds of people.

Those refugees who fled to Ningzhou have also received proper relief, and they seem to have come to a fairyland on earth.

"Because you are a Taoist who ignores mortal dust, you abandon immortals and do not cultivate."

"Immortal Sect helps the world, Pudu sentient beings ......"

"This should always be to your liking, right?"

However, to Lu Rong's surprise.

Jiang He has been through the wind and dust all the way, has seen countless human purgatory caused by natural disasters, and has been angry with evil more than once.

However, when he came to Ningzhou, he saw a prosperous scene.

The weather-beaten face did not show any joy, nor did he see any relief.

It's said to be calm, but it's more like indifference.

He did not follow Lu Rong's conjecture and went to Jishizong.

Instead, when he killed the demon, he exchanged the materials he collected for silver money, and traveled around the land of Ningzhou, walking through cities, towns, and villages.

It seems to be a place to enjoy delicious food, browse the beautiful scenery, and recuperate.

After half a month passed, his complexion recovered a lot, and he found a craftsman to repair the sword, and left Ningzhou on the road.

From beginning to end, not even a single disciple of Jishizong has been in contact.

“…… It took five whole years to hurry, and when I got to the door, I went home? ”

"What's wrong again?"

Lu Rong was a little confused.

simply turned into an old man again and descended on Ningzhou.

……

In the post teahouse, Jiang He poured a cup of tea and rested for a while.

An old man came up and sat down next to him.

"The young man came from afar, why did he leave in a hurry."

"Are you not satisfied with this prosperous scene?"

Jiang He drank the hot tea, and his face was as usual.

"Prosperity? Why did the old man say this. ”

The old man looked left and right.

In the post house teahouse, many pedestrians rest here, all dressed neatly, chatting and laughing, and there are often carriages and horses caravans galloping past outside the house, and the figures are in a hurry.

In stark contrast to the chaos of other states.

"After the catastrophe, the world is in chaos."

"The immortal elders don't ask about the world, they are alone."

"Only the sect that helps the world helps the people of the world and turns this land of Ningzhou into a pure land ...... the world"

"Right now, these people can live with peace of mind and stay away from chaos, isn't it a grand scene?"

The old man paused, and said in confusion.

"Could it be that Shaoxia is blaming Ji Shizong, only saving Ningzhou, not the world?"

"Definitely."

Jiang He shook his head.

"Don't say that in the land of a state, in this troubled world, it is admirable to be willing to save people, even if it is just one person."

The old man was puzzled.

"Why did the young man turn a blind eye to the grand scenery of this place?"

"Spectacular?"

Jiang He smiled and looked out the door.

A caravan drove past the caravanserais, seemingly laden with valuable goods.

With the car guards, the number is quite large, and the momentum is extraordinary.

"Dare to ask the old man, where did this caravan come from and where is it going?"

"Come from outside Ningzhou and go to the direction of the state city."

You don't need to use authority, you can determine the direction of the convoy by the direction of travel - it's not hard to guess.

Moreover, the old man had already understood what Jiang He meant.

Caravans are in business, and profits are naturally taken into account.

In the chaotic world, the surrounding states are extremely chaotic, and the people are not happy, only Ningzhou is alone, with the help of Ji Shizong, it has a prosperous scene.

So, the caravan runs business inside and outside Ningzhou, and it is needless to say what business is the most profitable.

【Grain】

Low cost and high profit.

As long as you press it, half of the people outside will starve to death, and the profit can be increased a lot......

In other words, the prosperous scene of many caravans and busy traffic in Ningzhou is undoubtedly built on the accumulation of bones.

Jiang He poured a cup of hot tea and drank it all.

"Uncle, do you ever know about the business run, the sect of the world?"

“……”

The old man sighed.

Don't say you know.

Without the consent of the Immortal Sect, how could mortals dare to traffic the grain of Ningzhou?

Behind the ten percent of the caravans, there were disciples of the Jishi Sect.

In this way, they earn money for themselves – and resources are also indispensable to walk the path of incense.

The old man spoke again.

"Even if it is to make money, according to Ling, in the process of running a business, he has always saved many people......"

"Then let's put that aside and talk about something else."

Jiang He picked up the teapot and spoke.

"I heard that the Jishi Immortal Sect has compassion and loves mortals."

"As long as a mortal gives enough offerings, he can ask for good weather and peace."

"When there is a disaster, we will help people through it......

"For example, this time the earth dragon turned over, such as the dragon walking in the water thirty years ago, and the great drought ...... even more ago"

"I often help the people of Ningzhou to resist demons and evil cultivators......"

"Leaving countless legends and good names, so that thousands of families worship, countless incense."

When the old man heard this, he already knew what Jiang He was going to say.

He reached for the teacup and gently blew away the heat.

Sure enough, Jiang He spoke calmly.

"Uncle, I was born in Qingzhou, although the Taoists of Qingchengguan do not ask about the world, so that the catastrophe and chaos have lasted for many years......"

"However, this is also the only major disaster in Qingzhou in hundreds of years, and as for the evil cultivators, it is even more rare to hear of it."

"I look at this land of Ningzhou, it seems that it is rare to be peaceful."

The old man took a sip of tea and cleared his throat.

Only then did he pick up Jiang He's words.

"There is no calamity, no suffering, what is the use of asking God and Buddha?"

"Yes, it is only through suffering that faith becomes more religious."

Jiang He let out a long sigh.

The richness of these five years of experience far exceeds that of his previous ten years of life.

This truth was also realized by him in a ruined temple.

A man who did not worship ghosts and gods in the past, knelt before the idol of the god at the time of his life and death, and became the most devout believer......

The idol did not respond to him.

Only Jiang He gave him half a hare.

His belief in the idols was more religious.

Jishi Immortal Sect follows the path of the Yin God, and the more pious the incense, the more precious it is to them.

Therefore, they give relief to the world, but they often give suffering, so that they always remember to worship the gods and maintain the most devout faith.

If only someone could understand all this.

So, they tell each other.

These hardships are meant to sharpen them and allow them to grow faster......

Jiang He looked outside the post station.

He didn't see much prosperity.

He only saw a group of yin spirits who sought immortality after death, using calamity as a whip, taking shelter as food, keeping mortals in captivity, and harvesting incense.

"It's not a Jishi."

"It's ...... Demon! ”

"Ugh."

The old man felt a little headache.

Seeking immortals is different from his path, so they don't conspire with each other.

The Great Dream Immortal Sect is addicted to illusion and is regarded by him as a.

Today's Jishi Immortal Sect is even more regarded as an evil demon of the outer way.

If you want this guy to cultivate an immortal, why is it so troublesome?

However, he was unwilling to abandon it—

He wanted to see what way this guy wanted to go.

"In the land of Cangzhou, there is also the ...... of the Immortal Sect"

"Are you going?"

"Thank you for your advice."

Jiang He got up without hesitation.

He bowed, left the money on the table, and took up his sword and departed.

……

Jiang He walked for four years, arrived in Cangzhou, and saw Hanhai Immortal Sect.

He visited the Immortal Sect, listened for a few days, shook his head and left.

This is not the end.

As if there was a tacit understanding, Lu Rong reappeared and guided him to the next sect.

Jiang He also did not doubt that as long as it was the guidance of the nameless old man, no matter how far away the distance was or how difficult the journey was.

After a long time, he always arrives at his destination.

However......

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Forty-seven years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has traveled all over the world, but still found nothing.

"Fifty-six years have passed since I dreamed."

"The second with the highest comprehension has cultivated to the third order, and the yang longevity has also continued to two hundred and fifty years, and his appearance has not changed at all, and his youth is permanent."

"But you ......"

"So far, I haven't gone any further, and I have been staying in the realm of inducing qi into the body, and there is not much left for a hundred years of yang life."

"There's not much time left......"

Lu Rong shook his head and sighed lightly.

Jiang He dreamed at the age of sixteen, and was a vigorous and energetic young man.

Now he is seventy-two years old, and even if he has experienced the reiki quenching, his hair is gray, his face is full of wrinkles, and he is no longer heroic.

Even if there are twenty-eight years of life left......

To deduct the last twenty years of debilitating illness.

The last time left for him was less than eight years.

For immortal cultivators, eight years is just a flick of a finger.

Even if you start practicing again, it's too late.

"Is this who you really are?"

"No one is convinced, no one is repaired, running around all my life, regretting and ending ......up"

"It's a pity."

Lu Rong shook his head.

It is true that Jiang He has a natural Dao heart and a strong will.

The problem is that he is on the wrong track.

In the past fifty-six years, Lu Rong has seen Jiang He's character clearly - based on kindness, doing whatever he wants, unwilling to be reluctant, and happy to take revenge.

It's like a fairy who plays red dust.

However, he has not yet become an immortal, but he first has the state of mind of an immortal.

But if he bows his head, worships a sect that does not follow his heart, learns the Fa first, and then thinks about the follow-up, he will not end up like this.

Lu Rong felt sorry for Jiang He's situation.

After he left Wentianzong, he came to a teahouse, made two cups of tea, and sat and waited-

For decades, this has almost become a tacit understanding between the two, which can be regarded as a signal of invitation.

Lu Rong closed his eyes.

"I'm going to give you one last ride."

……

Tianwen City, tea house.

Jiang He, with gray hair, sat on the edge of the tea table, with some shriveled and wrinkled fingers, holding a cup of hot tea.

The old man pushed the door open and sat down on the opposite side.

Fifty-six years have passed, and his face has not changed in the slightest, and time seems to have stopped at him.

Jiang He knew very well that this was the characteristic of an immortal cultivator.

"Not to your liking?"

The old man asked.

Jiang He spoke.

"If you ask the heavens and the earth, but you don't ask your own heart, it is difficult to be elegant."

The old man couldn't help but shake his head.

All the cultivators in the world don't seem to have his mind.

Yes, all.

"You have traveled all over the world, even if you haven't walked through all the sects, you have seen all the choices of immortal cultivators."

"The last immortal gate was also closed by your own hands."

"I don't have any Immortal Sect to recommend to you."

"If you want to pursue the Immortal Dao, you can only choose from the past sects."

"Thank you, uncle, forget it."

"The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other."

Jiang He seemed to have expected this day.

His face was calm, not half disappointed, and he spoke.

"However, there is one thing, uncle, you are wrong."

"Oh? Am I wrong again? ”

The old man laughed for a moment.

But I heard Jiang He say.

"Have you forgotten?"

"I haven't made a choice yet."

“…… Well? ”

The old man was stunned.

All the immortal cultivators in the world made their own choices in order to pursue the immortal path......

Jiang He can only induce qi into his body, and he is not even an immortal cultivator, just a stronger mortal.

What's the best option?!

Right here and now.

The sword qi that was pure to the extreme, rising from in front of the old man-

In a trance, he seemed to see a long sword sharpened by pure Dao heart, slowly unsheathed, blooming with dazzling light, illuminating people's hearts.

It seems that the immortal gate cave is opened, and the violent aura swarms and gathers in the body.

Jiang He's momentum is rising, although his hair is gray and his age is approaching, his eyes are bright and bright.

The young Dao heart has never changed.

"Since there is no way in this world that suits me."

"Then I'll make a way."

(End of chapter)