What does a mortal mean to a monk in the face of an overwhelming balance of power?

The life forms of real people above the golden pill have undergone a qualitative change, and the difference between the true monarch above the god and ordinary humans is even greater than that between humans and orangutans.

A superhuman living on Earth may choose to hide in human society out of personal preferences and interests, but when thousands of superhumans form organizations such as sects and immortals, they will inevitably form two distinct classes from mortals.

The vague area was full of low-level miscellaneous disciples like Liu Wuniang who had practiced in the Immortal Academy.

They were fortunate enough to have peeked into the Immortal Dao, and no longer thought that the weak ordinary people were their own kind, but at the same time, because of the limitations of their qualifications, they stopped early, and they were destined to not be able to continue to move forward half a step on this avenue. The great loss and contrast have made many people turn to worldly power and money.

The monks have no interest in showing off their strength in front of ordinary people, and normal people have no intention of dominating the orangutan herd. But Liu Wuniang didn't mind.

In the eyes of osmanthus who has not yet faced the darkness of the world, those booklets can be described as blood and tears, shocking.

She only felt that her mouth was dry, and her heart was indescribably bored, so she poured herself a cup of tea that had just been replaced, and drank it all with her head up.

The green tea water entered the throat, first bitter and slightly sour, and then quickly returned to the sweetness of the teeth and cheeks, and the osmanthus only felt that a line of fragrant and clear meaning went straight from the tip of the tongue into the stomach, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "This is, Qingling nectar tea?"

Zhu Chengbi sighed, "Qingling nectar tea, is it the name of this tea? ”

"Didn't Zhu Zhenren think there was anything special when he drank it just now?"

"I don't really care about the way I eat, and I usually drink some bitter tea or grass water occasionally to refresh myself. The tea smells fragrant and bitter in the mouth, but it's much smoother than what I'm used to. Zhu Chengbi thought about it for a while and said: "In addition, there is a faint trace of aura in this tea, although regular drinking cannot increase cultivation, but it can moisten the lungs, it can probably be regarded as some kind of spiritual tea." ”

Osmanthus thought for a while, "Actually, I only read about Qingling nectar tea in the book. Zhu Zhenren must know about Bicheng Mountain, right?"

"The twelve songs of Bicheng are dry, and the rhinoceros dispels the dust and the jade. No matter how lonely I am, I also know that Bicheng Mountain is one of the ancient immortal mountains, and it is said that when it was in its heyday, there were countless caves on it, and the immortals came and went like clouds. It's a pity that the leylines were damaged in a certain war, and the space there is still distorted and chaotic, which is very dangerous, and the former Xianshan Cave Heaven has become a forbidden land. Zhu Chengbi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when she said it.

Osmanthus continued: "Qingling nectar tea is a specialty of Bicheng Mountain, although there is a tea word in the name, but it is not really tea, but made of special moss. This moss only grows in the place where the moon is in full bloom and the aura is abundant, and the entrance is very bitter when first drunk, and then it will be endlessly sweet, at this time, even if you taste a glass of white water, it will be like drinking agar nectar. And according to legend, this tea is often used to have the effect of rejuvenating the face, so it is very popular with female monks. ”

Zhu Chengbi frowned, "After achieving the Yuan Baby, you can naturally be reborn, and it is not difficult to keep your face forever." These people don't want to bother cultivating, thinking that they can stay old with a cup of tea, which is really a cheap and good thing, no wonder they are sought after. But isn't this moss extinct after the change of the veins in the Bicheng Mountains?"

Osmanthus nodded, "After all, Bicheng Mountain is an ancient immortal mountain, and it covers a wide area, so it is not surprising that there are still places suitable for the growth of this moss in some parts of the mountain." But now the space on Bicheng Mountain is full of cracks and is very unstable, even if the Yuanying real person enters it, it is very difficult. ”

Zhu Chengbiqi said: "Then how did they pick this moss?"

She immediately understood what Osmanthus meant, and gasped, "Could it be 。。。。。。 ”

The tea pickers on Bicheng Mountain have too much blood and casualties hidden in just seven words.

Osmanthus said slowly: "According to the book, mortals can't go too far in Bicheng Mountain, and the tea pickers enter the mountain early in the morning, only bringing a day's worth of water, and hanging a bamboo basket to seal the spiritual tea around their waists. If it doesn't come out at sunset, it has been swallowed up by the spatial rift, and even the intact corpse can't be recovered. Those who go into the mountains to pick tea will not return one out of ten. The cup we drank probably had several lives behind it. ”

"The biggest effect of the spiritual tea made of this moss is only to delay the aging of the appearance of the monks below the age of the first infant, and so take human lives in exchange for the spiritual tea on the dry heaven and harmony, so it has long been banned by the immortal road, and the name of Qingling nectar tea has never been passed on, and it is not surprising that Zhu Zhenren has not heard of it. ”

Knowing the meaning of Osmanthus, Zhu Chengbi snorted coldly, "I'm afraid it's a repeated ban." It is useless for Yuan Ying and above, but for Qi cultivators like Wu Niang, it is the same as Xianlu Ganlin. Bicheng Mountain is far away from Xiahe City, Liu Wuniang's hand can't reach for so long, and there must be someone else who controls the tea pickers to enter the mountain. She just exchanged the money from human trafficking to force good people into prostitution in exchange for this blood-stained spiritual tea. ”

"Hmph, she offered this Qingling nectar tea to please us, but what is the difference between me drinking human blood. Not only is there no benefit, but I am afraid that it will be damaged by the Dao heart, which is really hateful!"

Osmanthus asked: "After Wu Niang has explained what she has done over the years, how does Zhu Zhenren plan to deal with them, and how will the matter end here?"

In fact, according to Zhu Chengbi's original idea, Liu Wuniang's matter is just an unexpected gain that can be exchanged for merit points, and it can also guide the experience of Osmanthus, a newly recruited disciple. Qiao Da and his ilk are hateful, and the women in the Red Bean Pavilion are pitiful, but there are so many hateful and pitiful people in the world, if it weren't for the fact that Wu Niang happened to be a Qi cultivator, she was afraid that she wouldn't reach out to take care of this idle matter.

She didn't even care much about Wu Niang's ending, as long as she could cooperate honestly and let herself get that merit point smoothly, in exchange for the spirit grass and Danfang that she was thinking about.

But the discovery of osmanthus made Zhu Chengbi have to rethink.