Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 748: The Immortal Savior
"Brother, what did they say?"

When Master Lingsu saw the other party's expression, his heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling. Finally, he stopped keeping a cold face and took two or three steps closer.

"..."

Master Yun Miao was silent for a moment, then quickly put away the embarrassment on his face, cleared his throat and said, "My fellow disciples in the sect said that they have just transferred part of Kaiyuan Mansion to my Lingxu Cave. Don't be anxious, clean up this place first, and let Junior Brother Danhuang help you to provide relief to Tianta Mountain."

Hearing this, a hint of anger suddenly flashed in Ling Su's eyes. Rarely did she throw a tantrum, but instead stared straight at her senior brother.

The current situation is exactly why she was so resistant to Shen Yi's joining before.

The Lingxu Cave lineage was already weak, and the eldest senior brother had been hesitant and unwilling to really come forward to fight for the food. Now that there is suddenly one more mouth to feed, there is a high probability that he will take his share.

Being stared at like this by Junior Sister, Master Yun Miao felt a little guilty, and at the same time, he was also holding a little ghost fire, and whispered: "Why are you acting like this!"

He thought that he was at least a third-rank cultivator who had reached the highest level of transformation, and the leader of the younger generation in the sect. Moreover, the Shenxu lineage had worked for the sect and ended up being nearly wiped out, so everyone was involved. These people had to give him some face.

Even if he didn't really mark out a piece of land, at least he could say something and show an attitude that he would not treat the other party unfairly, so that he could stabilize the monk from Nanzhou first.

But now this is the result.

Unfortunately, Master Yun Miao had already made his promise, so how could he take it back now? He waved his sleeves with a serious expression and acted like a senior brother: "It's just right, and I'll take this opportunity to take Junior Brother Dan Huang to get familiar with Beizhou."

After that, he frowned and said meaningfully, "We'll talk about the rest after Master comes back."

After hearing these words again, Ling Su's expression did not improve at all.

She looked at her senior brother deeply and said, "I understand."

If you want to protect your own temple, this senior brother cannot be relied upon.

"..."

Shen Yi stood quietly by the side, seemingly not understanding the meaning of the two people's secret argument at all, and would not say anything to refuse.

Now I need to seize any opportunity and quickly integrate into the iron-clad empire of Beizhou.

As for humility?
If you are a little polite and give in, the other party will immediately take this opportunity to kick you out.

"Come with me."

Ling Su turned around and said in a muffled voice, then he summoned his magic weapon and flew off the half-fallen cliff without looking back.

Shen Yi carried the Fire Dragon Chariot but could not use it. Fortunately, the Shenxu lineage was very good at traveling. They only took a few steps and entered Taixu, not much slower than Lingsu.

……

Beizhou, Kaiyuan Prefecture.

The once majestic and towering city has now turned into broken walls, with dark red blood stains still remaining on the mottled bricks and stones. The city is in ruins, and the stench of excrement is everywhere.

Most of the people in the city were sitting in groups of three or five among the rubble, with lifeless eyes and dull faces. There were also some who were alone, still laughing foolishly.

This is the case in the provincial capital, not to mention other places in Kaiyuan Prefecture.

When we got to the vicinity of Tianta Mountain, we saw fewer people even sitting down. Most of them were huddled under tattered straw huts, not moving at all. If it weren't for their faint breathing, they would have been no different from the dead bodies on the ground.

"..."

Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging down, quietly taking in the whole scene.

With the means of the monks of the Three Immortals Sect, if they really wanted to provide relief, they could help these disaster victims rebuild their homes in a few days at most, and then quickly return to normal life.

But judging by the appearance of these people, the current situation has lasted for more than just a few months.

Ling Su walked slowly forward and looked around, like a little lioness checking her territory.

Soon, several monks with neat clothes and sage-like appearance came from the end of the path. The one behind them was dragging a jade bottle in one hand and holding a bag in the other, while the leader was holding the statue of Lingsu Zhenjun in both hands.

A group of people, with their clothes fluttering, walked quickly through this dirty and smelly place.

As they appeared, the people who looked like corpses just now suddenly moved. Their faces were haggard, their lips were cracked, and they were already dying. However, they still struggled to stand up with their last bit of strength, knelt respectfully on both sides, and cried happily: "Welcome to the Immortal Master!"

An endless long dragon, moving in unison.

They were crying because of the current tragic situation, but they were happy because they truly felt that they were a group of immortal masters who could save the world.

No reward required, food relief was distributed month after month.

All living beings no longer need to work for food. As long as they wait patiently, the immortals will not let them starve to death.

Of course, it is just that they will not starve to death. It is impossible to eat enough. After all, immortals also need time to collect enough water and food.

Now, this miserable scene is everywhere. There are too few immortals. How can they provide relief? It is a great kindness and merit that they can keep themselves and others alive.

As for the imperial court... after being conquered by demons, the imperial court had long since abandoned this group of people. I heard from the immortal master that the imperial city is still brightly lit and filled with music and revelry every night.

The Emperor was extravagant and foolish. He did not care about state affairs. He just drank and had fun all day long. This brought down the wrath of Heaven, which led to the current disaster.

Those who slay demons are immortals! Those who save people from suffering are immortals!
Only if you set your heart on the path to immortality, will you have the chance to return to the former heyday!
"laugh."

Ling Su took in the reverent expressions of the crowd and looked with satisfaction at the long dragon kneeling along the way. She clenched her five fingers slightly, and a light yellow mist gathered and condensed into a golden pill of a hundred calamities in her palm.

The rich harvest obviously washed away the previous unhappiness in the heart of this True Lord, and brought a smile to her face.

But when she caught a glimpse of the young man behind her, Ling Su couldn't help but roll her eyes. It was like a fly among the delicious food, which was really disgusting.

The disciples of Lingxu Cave finally began to distribute food. Every time they grabbed a handful from the small bags, countless figures would rush forward, filling the surrounding area.

There were even worse ones who finally managed to grab a handful of spiritual rice, but were afraid that others would snatch it away, so they simply lay on the ground and swallowed it in big mouthfuls mixed with dust. After choking, they pinched their throats hard, their faces turning blue but they refused to spit it out. If they spit it out, it would definitely be eaten by others...

The immortal master pushed aside the crowd, squatted behind this man, and patted him gently on the back. He had no intention of making fun of him, but his eyes were full of pity. He handed over the jade bottle in his hand and personally fed the other person water.

The man finally caught his breath and looked at the immortal master in front of him. For some reason, his eyes suddenly turned red and even his voice was choked up.

He said nothing, but kowtowed hard until his head was broken and bleeding.

"There's no need to fight for it. True Lord Lingsu went through so much trouble on this trip and collected a lot of food and water, which is enough for you to share."

The Immortal Master stood up again.

Staying alive is the instinct of all living things. When there is a shortage of food and water, it is normal to fight for it.

But with just these few words, without any interference, the noisy crowd around them suddenly and spontaneously lined up in neat queues and quieted down in an instant.

"The training was pretty good."

Ling Su cast a look of praise at the disciple.

If nothing unexpected happens and the original plan is followed, and relief efforts can be continued for another two to three years, coupled with a wonderful drama to warn the world with blood, it will stabilize people's hearts for eternity.

Of course, the premise is that nothing unexpected happens.

Without anyone noticing, a hint of coldness appeared in Ling Su's eyes.

She continued to walk towards Tianta Mountain in front of her so that she could better observe her own dojo.

At this moment, a stream of light suddenly fell from the sky, and with a loud bang, a huge body crashed onto the mountain. It was covered in blood, its scales had been stripped off, its tendons had been pulled out, and the two big horns on its head had been cut off at the roots.

It was clearly a white dragon, but it was extremely ugly at this moment. It had no chance of survival and was only breathing its last breath.

Its head was stepped on.

The young monk smiled at Ling Su and said, "Junior Sister Ling Su, look what I caught."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and shook it, holding a plaque between his fingers. On it were engraved a few small words: Immortal Department Rain Prayer.

"This evildoer actually dared to secretly bring rain to your temple. Luckily, I happened to pass by and caught it."

For these ordinary people, the most important things are water and food, among which water is the main one.

If there is no drought, there will be opportunities to farm and gather food, and the role of the jade bottle and the rice in the hands of the immortals will be greatly reduced.

Sure enough, Ling Su's face suddenly turned dark.

She glanced coldly at the white dragon, then bowed to the monk and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Mao Feng."

"..."

The white dragon's mouth was full of blood plasma, there was a huge gap on his throat, and it was sealed by the spiritual seal. Not only was he unable to survive, he was also unable to speak.

It stared at the three people in front of it with its bloodshot eyes, as if it wanted to eat them alive.

As one of the many rain-praying messengers of Kaiyuan Prefecture, it managed to survive when the city was breached, but was reluctant to leave.

After he recovered from his injuries, he saw that people were living in misery everywhere.

Seeing those people fighting over a small jar of muddy water, and even wanting to kill each other, it finally couldn't bear it and moved water to make it rain.

Now that I've been caught, I can only blame my bad luck. The result is nothing more than death.

"My Chiyun Cave and your Lingxu Cave have always been on good terms, so I am just being polite."

Master Mao Feng waved his hand and then looked at the terrified people below.

He said calmly, "This beast has evil intentions. He disturbed the destiny of the heavens and intercepted the rain and dew of my Kaiyuan Prefecture, causing a severe drought here. Now he has been captured by True Lord Lingsu, and I will make him pay the price!"

The words fell.

The white dragon, which had been ready to die, suddenly became a little panicked. Its tendons had been pulled out and it could only wriggle desperately like a maggot, opening its toothless mouth and growling, but it could not utter a single word in defense.

However, this crazy look made its already ugly appearance even more disgusting.

"..."

When the people looked at the white dragon again, there was no fear in their eyes anymore. They were all silent, but bloodshot eyes gradually appeared as they stared straight at the dragon.

The next moment, the sobs merged into a sad and murderous voice: "Please, immortal, kill this beast!"

"Roar--"

Under these countless gazes, Bai Long suddenly felt deeply powerless.

It gradually stopped being restless and looked at the three people in front of it again, its eyes full of resentment.

Shen Yi looked back quietly.

Although the other person did not have a long purple beard, he still reminded him of Zi Yang who was the rainmaker in Nanzhou.

Sometimes Shen Yi didn't quite understand.

Losing your life for some meaningless things, what is the point?

For example, after this rain stops, Kaiyuan Mansion will still remain the same as it was before, without any change.

But it seems that it is precisely because of these meaningless things that drive me to go further and further on a meaningless road.

He doubted whether he could really become a Bodhisattva or an immortal after the dust settled.

"..."

Taoist Mao Feng saw that the mood was almost built up, and cast a look at Ling Su.

In a situation like this, personally taking the demon dragon for a parade and then killing it would definitely leave a deep impression on these mortals.

Ling Su nodded in understanding.

The white dragon seemed to see through the two people's thoughts, and a hint of fear appeared in its bloodshot eyes. In its current situation, even self-destruction has become a luxury.

At this moment, it suddenly felt a slender hand falling beside its eye socket.

Bai Long looked to the side with trembling eyes.

The gentle-looking young man patted his head gently with a calm look in his eyes. The next moment, a mighty force of disaster instantly poured into his skull.

With such profound cultivation, the little demon, who was only at the seventh level, didn't even feel the pain and died instantly.

Shen Yi stood up slowly.

The many people who were originally staring at the demon dragon instantly turned their eyes to the tall figure.

"..."

This sudden scene made Mao Feng stand there in a daze, and he looked at Ling Su with some confusion.

He didn't know this young monk, and had no idea why he had suddenly stolen Ling Su's limelight.

Ling Su's face had turned ashen, and she stared at Shen Yi closely.

After a long while, a hint of evil appeared on the corner of her lips: "Junior Brother Dan Huang, don't blame me for not reminding you. You just came to Beizhou and you are too anxious... It's easy for something to go wrong."

After saying that, Ling Su waved his sleeves angrily, turned around and said, "Let's go."

She quickly and swiftly took Master Mao Feng out of Kaiyuan Mansion.

Wandering aimlessly for a long time.

He found a beautiful green mountain and then landed there.

"Junior Sister Lingsu, what's going on? Tianta Mountain is your dojo. He acted so presumptuously. Why did you leave first and leave him there?"

Master Mao Feng frowned.

"What's going on? My good senior brother plans to give half of Tianta Mountain to him." Ling Su sneered, his voice full of resentment.

"This... this is too ridiculous. As the eldest senior brother, Master Yun Miao doesn't side with you, but instead helps outsiders." Master Mao Feng complained a few words and then asked, "What are you going to do?"

Ling Su's mood finally improved a little, and she gritted her teeth and said, "No more waiting!"

This insect demon disciple has acted so recklessly. If we proceed as planned and provide relief for another two years, who knows how many more problems will arise.

Before Master Bie returned, his own temple was taken away by someone.

"Brother Mao Feng, please help me find that big monster. I want to build the Zhenjun Temple as soon as possible!"

"No problem. It just happens to be very hungry these days, so it's time for it to come out and move around... But you have to be careful when you attack it, and don't kill it. I have a great use for it if I keep it." Master Mao Feng laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't treat it badly. I'll at least fill up its appetite by half, as compensation for my injury to it."

Master Lingsu was also straightforward and agreed without hesitation.

If one wants to fight for the Taoist temple, what's the use of just killing the master and destroying the sect? What matters is strength.

This big monster has the ability to achieve the third level of transformation. Even if the insect monster disciple wants to do so, he doesn't have the means to do so.

(End of this chapter)