The Tianfeng Continent is vast, whether it is east and west or north and south, it is more than a million miles, Qiyuan City is relatively central in Zhongzhou, and Shanghua City, where Yang Quan is located at this time, is a little northerly, very close to the Qi Dynasty in the north, and the two are still far apart.

In order not to delay watching the battle, Yang Quan set off more than two months in advance and prepared to rush to Qiyuan City. His own learning is too miscellaneous, just by his own exploration, it is difficult to really achieve a thorough understanding, but after coming to Zhongzhou for more than half a month, he has seen a glimmer of light, the monks here are very enthusiastic about the study of Taoism, from the foundation building period monks to the Jindan period monks, all used to issue their own opinions.

Crossing this continent from the sky, in fact, you see more mortals, mortal villages, towns, cities, and large farmlands. The rivers on the earth that seem to be like blood vessels connect these mortal gathering places, and Yang Quan found a very strange thing, that is, these rivers and rivers seem to have artificial signs.

"It's interesting, mortals in the world of cultivating immortals have lived so hard, and they have actually built some simple water conservancy facilities... No, this seems to be the handiwork of an immortal cultivator..."

In Zhongzhou, the number of immortal cultivation cities is much less than the number of cities built by mortals, and in terms of proportion, it is lower than any place he has visited, but the quality of these immortal cultivation cities is very high, unlike the immortal cultivation cities in some places, in fact, there are a few shops in a circle.

Starting from Shanghua City, after walking all the way for more than ten days, Yang Quan saw a strange scene again, a Jindan period monk, with more than a dozen foundation building period monks, together urged a strange magic weapon, all the way from the air to sprinkle water.

These people did it in an orderly and calm manner, and even used Taoist means to disperse the water in the magic weapon, and whenever they passed through some cities and villages, there were even mortals who looked up at the sky and saluted from afar.

This area is relatively arid, Yang Quan noticed a few days ago, the number of rivers here is obviously less than those areas passed through a few days ago, and when he saw the strange behavior of this group of monks, Yang Quan's face was stunned for a moment, and then a thought flashed: Are these monks artificially raining?

"This fellow Daoist has been with us for hundreds of miles, is there any problem?"

The leading Jindan period monk transmitted the message to Yang Quan from afar, and Yang Quan replied with some embarrassment: "Excuse me, Brother Dao, I'm just curious about what you're doing." ”

"Hehe, it's not a big deal, this place belongs to the realm managed by my Sanhe Sect, and this place is dry and short of water all year round, and this kind of rain thing must be done several times a year. The Jindan monk looked about fifty years old, and he looked very kind with a smile on his face.

"I see, your sect is really hearted, and Brother Dao is really kind-hearted, and the mortals here are really lucky to have your sect to take care of. Yang Quan said very sincerely, this is a Jindan period monk, in any sect, at least it can be regarded as a management, if it is a small and medium-sized sect, it is basically the head of the sect or the elder Taishang, he can put down his body to do this kind of thing, and a trace of admiration rose in his heart.

The Jindan period monk glanced at Yang Quan, and said with a smile: "Daoyou is not from Zhongzhou, right? This kind of thing will be done by all sects, and my Sanhe Sect is a small sect, but in this kind of thing, I will never be left behind." ”

"This... Brother Dao is right, I am indeed not from Zhongzhou, Brother Dao said that all sects will do it, what do you mean exactly?"

"Then it's no wonder. The Jindan period monk of the Sanhe Sect said: "Specifically, like us, if the land under our jurisdiction is dry, either organize or help mortals to cultivate water conservancy, or use rain regularly like me, and if the area under the jurisdiction of the sect is flooded all year round, we will find a way to drain it... Generally, non-Zhongzhou monks will have this question after coming to Zhongzhou, because in the eyes of the monks of the four major dynasties, monks are immortals, and mortals are mortals, and the two have nothing to do with each other. ”

Yang Quan nodded, and the Jindan monk of the Sanhe Sect continued: "But the lord of Zhongzhou, the ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, doesn't think so, that was a long time ago, almost when this realm first opened, he led other monks to kill demon beasts and compete for the living space of our human race, and then was elected by everyone to become the emperor." ”

"What does this imperial lord think?" Yang Quan asked directly.

"Monks, mortals and mortals, are all human races. Monks are also mortals, and mortal descendants can also produce immortal cultivators, and when they leave all sentient beings, monks lose all their roots, and they are rootless water. If the resources used by the monks are hundredfold, thousandfold, or even millions times greater than those of mortals, then they have to bear the corresponding responsibility. Brother Jindan said solemnly and proudly.

Yang Quan was shocked in his heart, and he slowed down for a moment before saying: "No wonder I was elected as the emperor, this heart and pattern are far beyond our comparison..."

Brother Jindan smiled and said, "That's right." ”

"Thank you Brother Dao for solving my doubts, it seems that I didn't come to Zhongzhou in vain. Yang Quan said, and the two said a few more casual words and then went their separate ways.

Since talking with the Jindan monk of the Sanhe Sect that day, Yang Quan has observed Zhongzhou more carefully, the emperor's words have made him have a strong sense of identity, in the world of cultivating immortals, there is really such a person.

He continued to go south, and soon a month passed, and he passed through several sects' territories on the way, and found that it was indeed as the Jindan monk of the Sanhe Sect said, the immortal cultivation sect in Zhongzhou was indeed included in what he said, ensuring that the mortals in his territory did not have major disasters.

Of course, not everyone is willing to do these things, and there are some people who are absent-minded and don't care when they do it, and they despise the people below when they fly in the air, and even engage in some petty tricks and disgust the people below.

There are also some monks who are very dissatisfied because they are assigned to help mortals, and secretly make small moves to toss those mortals who originally need help, but fortunately, these monks still have scruples and dare not kill mortals at will like monks in other places.

"Hmph, what do the elders of the sect think, originally the spiritual veins of our sect are about to be exhausted, the resources for cultivating immortals are not enough, and the resources allocated to our low-level monks are pitiful, and they have to spend mana to help these mortals, I really can't figure it out..."

"That is, if we have this time, it is better for us to meditate and do penance, alas..."

"Our great time for cultivating immortals has to be wasted on this useless work, it's really infuriating..."

"These mortals are dead, what's the big deal? Anyway, it won't be a few decades before they can recover again!"

"If only I hadn't been born in Zhongzhou, if the spiritual veins are exhausted and we can't get them, then you can still hunt demon beasts as resources, or do penance yourself..."

Yang Quan listened to these words, and thought in his heart, there are many people who complain like this, but this is also an understandable thing, something that is not beneficial to himself, and indeed not many people are willing to do it.

"That ancient emperor, his thoughts are very similar to mine, but it's a pity that this world can't be so idealized... Forget it, don't think about it yet, and when I have the ability to change these things, I'll worry about this kind of thing. ”

Generally speaking, Yang Quan's impression of Zhongzhou is still very good, even if many sects help mortals only superficially, or just for show, but for tens of thousands of years, just the basic combing of the river, etc., can be regarded as doing a lot of things for mortals, at least in these places he has walked these days, most of the people can be well fed and clothed.