After the ancestors fell

Chapter 226 Passers-by
"I often hear people say that monks compete with the heavens for their lives, so they are hated by the heavens. They often add sins and karma to their bodies, and use life and death disasters to destroy them. Even the catastrophes that I encounter now are also the disasters sent by the heavens."

Lu Changsheng pouted and stood on a dilapidated city wall. This was a small town that had been deserted for many years, and everything he saw was desolate.

The houses here are complete and there are no traces of robbers burning and killing. Mu Qingfeng looked at it with spiritual sense, and it is no surprise that he did not find any remnants of souls. This is probably another town that was slaughtered by ghosts.

I don’t know how many cases of one person and one donkey stop and go, except for those towns close to the main city, such remote and lonely small towns, in the eyes of those ghosts, they are just lambs raised in their own backyards. You can kill and eat meat at any time,
"If I save these weak mortals from the hands of ghosts, I wonder if I can accumulate some merits and let the heavens alleviate some disasters for me?"

Lu Changsheng pondered and said, but he denied it when he said this, "No, no, this Netherworld is different from other places. The life of mortals here is so hard, maybe the way of heaven here does not favor mortals, let alone, I am not here. Even if someone saves the world, he may not remember the merits and deeds on my head."

Mu Qingfeng listened to him talking to himself and ignored him.Suddenly she cast her gaze ten miles away.

Seventeen ghost messengers walked outside, and forty or so mortal warriors rode horses with swords inside. Among these people was a gorgeous sedan chair, and the person sitting in the sedan chair turned out to be a human cultivator, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm. Because, with a white face and no beard, wearing a broad robe and a high crown, he looks a bit like an official in the world.

The official was surrounded by five beauties in bare clothes, and they were joking and flirting in the sedan chair along the way, not caring at all that the voices of those men and women were heard by outsiders.

The group of people seemed to be in a hurry, but the actual speed was very fast, but they arrived at this abandoned small city in a short time.

Mu Qingfeng stood in the distance, not closing or blinking, watching the group of people approaching here.

As the distance shortened, the voice in the sedan chair stopped, and the cultivator inside sat upright and straightened his clothes again, his eyes passed by Mu Qingfeng's place through the small window of the sedan chair, without stopping.

The aura of human cultivation and ghost cultivation is different, unless the cultivation base is high enough or wearing treasures to cover up the aura, people with a little cultivation base will be able to see the difference.

However, because of kung fu and Taoism, Mu Qingfeng's aura is all contained in her body. If she didn't let it go deliberately, even if she meets a monk whose cultivation level is a big higher than hers, she won't be able to see her true self. situation.

Among the pedestrians, whether it was a ghost cultivator or a monk in a sedan chair, they looked around and saw that the woman on the wall had no ghost energy fluctuations around her body, unlike a ghost cultivator, and there was no other abnormality. You can't see the slightest vigor at a certain level, but you just intuitively feel that the other party is a little extraordinary.

Mu Qingfeng watched the other person's approach slow down coldly, as if waiting for something, but soon, a woman's coquettish smile came from the sedan chair, followed by a coquettish murmur at the person.

Soon, they resumed their rushing speed and left through the dilapidated city gate near Mu Qingfeng like no one else was around.

There was no disturbance, it seemed that they were just two lines of unrelated passers-by passing by.

After the group of people left, Mu Qingfeng jumped off the city wall, came to the door of a dilapidated house, raised his hand and pushed the door open.

(End of this chapter)