Journey to the head

Chapter 404 Secret Mission

Winter passes and spring comes, summer passes and autumn comes.

In the blink of an eye, it was August of the 372nd year of Jiashen, the time of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The bright moon shines in the sky, its brilliance is like frost, but as mortals, there is no time to admire the moon. They have a more important job to do.

Make babies.

All the mortals on this land have been protected by immortal masters. Although there is no guarantee of smooth weather, the immortal masters will extinguish large-scale diseases and insect disasters once they occur. In times of drought and floods, there are also immortal masters who use immortal means. be governed.

At the same time, between mortals, with the county as the boundary, it is strictly forbidden to attack each other, evil thugs are severely punished, and the mortals are allowed to live in peace and harmony.

The most important thing is that the immortal master does not want mortal wealth!

The gold and silver treasures of mortals are like scrap metal to the immortal master. You only need to pay a certain percentage of taxes to the county every year, ensure that there are enough emergency savings in the county's warehouse, and support a group of mortal officials, patrols, guards, etc.

With the supervision of the immortal master and the constraints of the law, even if the city lord of a county is a greedy person, he will not dare to collect too much. In addition, there are no offensive wars between counties, so no matter how much you collect, you won't be able to consume it even if you indulge in extravagance, so it's meaningless.

Therefore, mortals' taxes are very light and their lives are very beautiful. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to live a satisfying life.

For thousands of years, the immortal master's only request for mortals is to have children!

One person attains Taoism, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, and a baby possesses spiritual roots. Not only can the whole family become a person above human beings, but they can also be given spiritual elixirs that will prevent them from getting sick and have a long life.

Suddenly, a mist suddenly appeared in the mountain village. The mist was very strange. Instead of drifting to other places, it was blown by the same strange wind and gathered in the village.

In just one stick of incense, the entire village was completely covered by the thickening fog. The harmonious sound of life that originally floated in the night sky also disappeared, and the entire mountain village was as silent as death.

A county varies in size, with a small one having a radius of dozens of miles, and a large one having a radius of nearly a hundred miles. The average population of each county is hundreds of thousands, but only one in ten thousand can become a monk, so the number of monks is not enough. .

These tasks were arranged secretly by Master, and even the other elders in the sect had no idea. Therefore, the two of us will not receive any support and must rely on ourselves for everything.

On the brick roof of the village chief's house, two monks suddenly appeared silently.

Fan Shan nodded imperceptibly: "Junior Sister Wu, be careful."

Therefore, on this Mid-Autumn Festival night, in a small mountain village in the territory directly under the jurisdiction of the Xuanguang Sect, the lights were dark, and the sound of harmony was faintly rising. The cats and dogs did not dare to move or bark, for fear of disturbing their master's good things.

He put a spiritual elixir into his mouth, and in a flash, he slipped into the thick fog.

Materials are plentiful, people are fed, warm and safe. Every piece of peaceful land in the world of cultivation has a high population density and high birth rate.

Watching Fan Shan's figure disappear, Wu Zhilan tensed her heartstrings and stayed on the roof, carefully watching the surrounding disturbances.

Especially in some sects after the war, the monks were withering and needed to be replenished, so they had to promulgate various measures and order the mortals in the territory to work at full capacity. One word, life!

The voice of one of the female cultivators was so low that it could not be heard: "Senior Brother Fan, let me look after the wind. You should hurry up."

Fortunately, this work has been basically completed. If they can find something in this village, then this will be their last stop.

Fan Shan quickly flashed into the silent village. There were almost no anti-theft facilities in the small village. The doors of every house had the simplest latch. With just a breath of spiritual power, he could easily move the latch wood and push the door open.

He held an immortal mirror and went in and out of every house, scanning the dantians of babies one after another. The creatures in this village have all been poisoned by the secret medicine given by their master, Sweet Dreams Incense. This secret medicine has almost no harm to humans and animals, but it will immediately fall into a deep sleep after being inhaled, and will not wake up unless struck with a sword.

It's just that this incense is extremely effective on mortals without spiritual power, and is almost useless to monks.

It's just not good to stay in it for a long time, so Fan Shan still held an antidote in his mouth just in case.

Speaking of which, in the past six months, in addition to several unique elixirs that have gradually become more effective, the faction has also tinkered with many weird secret medicines. Although the output is not high, they are really effective when used on special occasions.

According to a good brother who is good at refining elixirs, he has also developed a colorless and odorless medicine called Zui Xian Powder. Even if a Taoist priest who builds the foundation is hit, his spiritual power will dissipate and his muscles and bones will become soft. real.

The source of these secret medicines all point to one person, and that is his master, the punishment elder and the security elder, Wang Yu.

Fan Shan couldn't help but shudder when he thought of his master's eyes without any white in them.

Over the past six months, my master has become the most feared person in the Yunshan sect because of his ruthless methods and strict enforcement of rules. Every trivial matter will result in heavy punishment.

I heard that several elders also tried to persuade me many times, but with little success.

So much so that his two disciples, Wu Zhilan and himself, were also shunned by everyone.

However, one thing to say is that the master spared no effort in guiding the two of them to practice, and the various resources and rewards were shockingly generous. I feel that my combat power has improved quite a lot in the past six months, and I have truly realized the benefits of being a true disciple.

In this case, I can only follow Master wholeheartedly.

After receiving this secret mission this time, the two of them naturally responded respectfully and did not think anything else.

With thoughts swirling in his heart, Fan Shan walked through the houses. Most of the men and women in the houses were entangled in various postures and were continuing to act in a dream.

Although he has seen many such scenes, Fan Shan still feels unbearable to look at them. Especially when I saw an old couple with chicken skin and gray hair, I was quite shocked and could only sigh that they are getting stronger with age.

Turning his eyes, there was a swaddle placed in the corner of the bedroom, with a chubby baby boy sleeping soundly inside.

I wonder if he is the grandson or son of the old couple?

Thinking wildly, Fan Shan raised the Immortal Mirror and swiped it gently, and a chaotic spiritual light bloomed in the mirror!

It's a spirit seedling!

Fan Shan was overjoyed and quickly held the baby in his arms, and then quickly scanned the remaining buildings.

After waiting for about half an hour, Wu Zhilan finally saw Fan Shan's figure reappearing, holding a baby in his hand, and she suddenly understood.

"Finally another spiritual seedling was found, and this time it was left alive. We can stop." Fan Shan said quickly and quietly.

Wu Zhilan breathed a long sigh of relief and nodded with joy on her face. The two of them got on the flying magic weapon and turned into a stream of light and flew away.

The fog in the village was unchecked and immediately spread in all directions.

(End of this chapter)