Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 651 Chaos
The Thousand-Faced Judge complained immediately when he saw Lu Ye.

"You, the elder who teaches skills, are finally willing to go into seclusion?"

This was the first time that Lu Ye came to this world to enter into seclusion. He locked himself in a cave for five years.

It was a rare occasion that the demon tribe outside was quiet. The tigress of the Red Tiger Demon Saint was probably busy giving birth to a little mother or hooking up with a new lover, and she didn't even send any of her subordinates into Mu Junlin.

Seeing that the two groups of people from the Dragon-Snatching Alliance and the Lingyun Sect were gradually merging, Lu Ye, as the elder who passed on the skills, passed on all the Lingyun Sect skills to Jia Sanshijiu, Long Shiba and others. All affairs in the village were on the right track, so they took some time out from their busy schedules to go into seclusion and practice.

However, once a person enters into a state of meditation, he becomes oblivious to the passing of time in the outside world. This time, he was in seclusion for an unintentionally long time.

"Brother Qianmian..." Lu Ye hurriedly apologized, "I didn't mean it. It's just that I'm practicing with true meaning. Time has no meaning in my sea of ​​consciousness. I've entered the wonderland of Tao and have forgotten the time."

"But I have gained a lot from this retreat. I have already reached the middle stage of the Spiritualization Stage..."

The Thousand-Faced Judge looked at Lu Ye with envy.

This kid has only been in the Middle Ages for fifty years, but he has already broken through to the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation. It's a pity that I have been honing my skills for a hundred years, but am still stuck at the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation.

He sighed.

"Brother Qianmian...I haven't heard this name for a long time."

"Thanks to you, everyone now calls me Master Shang and Leader Shang."

"After being called that for decades, I almost forgot my nickname, the Thousand-Faced Judge."

"From now on, in the Middle Ages, there will no longer be a Thousand-Faced Judge, only Master Shang."

Lu Ye clapped his hands and laughed.

"Brother Qianmian, don't worry. As long as I remember you, you will still be yourself..."

"Speaking of which, how is your practice of the Bodhisattva of Rescue Sutra that I taught you? Have you accumulated any merits?"

The Thousand-Faced Judge had an awkward look on his face, and the six eyes on his forehead looked around.

“Damn it…” He cursed, “I didn’t expect that my murders, arson, and robbery cultivation would actually accumulate merits in the Middle Ages.”

The Thousand-Faced Judge was not a good person. In later generations, he was a famous fifth-tribulation cultivator in the East China Sea, and he had committed countless murders.

However, in the Middle Ages, the thieves' nature did not change and they continued with their old business of robbery and plunder.

In the Middle Ages, the demon clan was the most powerful one, and almost all resources for cultivating immortals were in the hands of the demon clan. The only targets he could plunder and kill were the demon clan.

During this period, whether actively or passively, in order to facilitate their own cultivation into gods and to have more manpower for looting, they established the Dragon Stealing Alliance, which indirectly protected the human race and the inheritance of immortal cultivation.

The Thousand-Faced Judge shyly admitted it.

He had already entered the realm of the Sutra of the Bodhisattva of Rescue, but he did not gain much merit.

Having been accustomed to being a robber and bandit, he suddenly turned to practicing the method of gaining merit, and actually became famous for it.

This great calamity cultivator was really not used to it and felt ashamed.

Lu Ye immediately realized why he was hesitant and advised him.

"It's good to get started..."

"When it comes to merit and virtue, one should only ask about the result, not the cause."

"Brother Qianmian, you protected the human race and saved the inheritance, so why can't you gain merit?"

"At the beginning, the Hundred Thousand Mountains Human Tribe's territory had only a few thousand people, but later it grew to a scale of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands."

"How do we know that our small village of Mujunlin will not grow to this size in the future?"

"With these merits, the two of us can achieve the realm of refining emptiness, and maybe even break through to the stage of fusion."

"Brother Qianmian, we are the only two in this world who can trust each other. The road to immortality is long, and the road to human inheritance is far away."

"This journey is difficult and full of dangers. You and I must support each other and go on together..."

Lu Ye spoke with deep emotion.

But his eyes couldn't help but glance at the top of the Thousand Faces Judge's head.

There is no sundial mark on the head of the Thousand-Faced Judge, and it is exactly the same as the Shangtian Ladder back then.

I don’t know if it’s because of the move they made on the edge of the sundial magic treasure that the power of rules has weakened when it comes to them.

Or perhaps it was because neither of them had ever practiced time and space related skills, so after this mark sent them back to the cracks in time and space, it exhausted the power of rules and disappeared.

At the moment, all Lu Ye could see was the sundial mark above his head, which was still bright.

After practicing in recent years, he has felt that the tide of the long river of time and space is gradually rising, and he can't be sure that a big tide will come one day.

By then, it is still unknown whether Lu Ye can still stay in the Middle Ages.

But I can’t say this to the Thousand Faces Judge. Maybe Lu Ye guessed wrong, and the last time he rode the waves away in ancient times was just a coincidence?

Now that I've told the Thousand-Faced Judge, wouldn't I feel discouraged?
He could only give the Thousand Faces Judge some encouragement and promises, and just treat it as a white lie...

No, it's not a lie.

The Thousand-Faced Judge was already in the fifth tribulation stage back then, and his aptitude for cultivation was far better than Shang Tianti. As long as he had merits and virtues, he would really have hope of achieving the realm of refining emptiness or even the realm of fusion.

The Thousand-Faced Judge shook his head and sighed when he heard this.

"I dare not even think about merging into the body. If I can achieve the state of refining emptiness, I will be able to live for three thousand years."

"If I can rob a few more Demon Saints' treasuries, then my life won't be in vain."

have to.

This fellow still has evil intentions.

Lu Ye patted the Thousand-Faced Judge's shoulder without changing his expression.

"Brother Qianmian, you have great ambition."

"But what's so good about stealing from the treasury of a few mere Void Refining Demon Saints?"

"Then you and I will join forces and steal the treasury of the demon clan's great saint, okay?"

The Thousand-Faced Judge was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed and said hello.

The demon clan currently does not have a Taoist master who can transcend tribulations - the previous decisive battle between the demon and demon clans was brutal, and a large number of top masters and secondary masters died on both sides.

Many geniuses of the two clans who had the hope of achieving the status of a Tribulation-Transcending Dao Lord died one after another.

So even though the demon clan won, the Mahayana Sage was their ceiling. Lu Ye and the Thousand-Faced Judge wanted to steal the Mahayana Sage's treasury, which showed how lofty their ambitions were, how grand their goals were, and how they overestimated their own abilities. That's why the Thousand-Faced Judge laughed.

"Lu Miyan is a guy who dares to think and act more boldly than me..." The Thousand-Faced Judge muttered in his heart.

I just wanted to take a look at the private vault of the Lianxu Saint, but he actually dared to plan to steal from the home of the Mahayana Saint.

I dare not even think about this idea, I am not as good as him - if this guy really has the heart to rob, I am afraid that even the thirty-six thieves combined cannot beat him.

Forget it, I'll just follow him from now on. Maybe one day, I can really achieve unity and steal the lair of the Mahayana Saint?
Only then was the Thousand Faces Judge convinced.

The two of them changed the topic and talked about things in the territory, descending from the air side by side.

The two groups of people, the Dragon-Snatching Alliance and Jiazi Village, had been living together in the same village since they merged fifty years ago. During the past fifty years, they had shared the same land and learned the Taoist methods of the Lingyun Sect. They had intermarried and had almost become one.

The Thousand-Faced Judge said that there are about 5,000 people in the village now. In the past 50 years, there has been no harassment from foreign monsters.
In the Mujun Forest, the old wooden man Mu Baijun is a cultivator who is indifferent to practice. He has several disciples, each guarding a piece of the forest. They are all wood monsters as well. They have the same temperament as him and are able to settle down and stay at home. They do not raise a bunch of monster subordinates like the animal monsters.

With no hidden dangers of demons either inside or outside the village, the population of the new Jiazi Village will naturally increase.

This is because people did not dare to have children freely. In this era, because of the abundant spiritual energy, even ordinary people who did not know martial arts could live to 120 years old if nothing unexpected happened.

Everyone has not forgotten how they were displaced and fled in panic when they were being hunted down fifty years ago. Now that there are so many children, how can they escape at that time?

In addition to natural reproduction, there were also hundreds of refugees who entered from outside.

Thanks to the blessing of Mu Junlin who sheltered the refugees and threw the Three Transformation Cat Demon out of the forest decades ago, the news somehow spread in the territory of the Red Tiger Demon Saint. As a result, refugees who really couldn't survive fled to Mu Junlin one after another, and it is estimated that several times more refugees died on the way.

Every time two or three lucky ones escaped into the woods, they were considered lucky, and Sijiao Mulin pretended not to see them.

Although he didn't understand why his master treated these humans so well, in his eyes, humans were weak, no more than ants.

There were two or three ants rushing into the forest, so naturally there was no need for him to take action.

In this way, over the past fifty years, the number of refugees has accumulated and reached hundreds.

The refugees cried to the villagers about the brutal rule of the demon tribe, how they were starving and clothed, and how they had to work day and night without a break. They never knew when they would be spotted by the demon tribe's leader and forced to work like sheep.

Before going to work every day, I don’t know if I can come back alive.

This kind of life is so painful.

The villagers of Jiazi Village were filled with righteous indignation after hearing this, and they could only practice hard.

Thanks to the existence of these refugees, the villagers are reminded that the peaceful environment they are enjoying now is like a moon in the water or a tower of flower sand in the mist. It may be destroyed by a big wave at any time.

Therefore, all the villagers practiced diligently. Even the original villagers of Jiazi Village, who had been a little lazy, began to study and practice hard in this atmosphere.

"Brother Lu, in addition to the five hundred monks in Jiazi Village..." the Thousand-Faced Judge said, "get rid of the old, weak, sick and disabled who are not suitable for the job."

"There are still more than 2,000 young men and women without spiritual roots. According to your previous instructions, they also take the second-level bone-changing pill day and night."

"The medicinal pills you brought are almost used up, and some fake spiritual roots have also appeared among these two thousand people."

"The best is mid-C grade, and most are just around lower B grade."

“Is it worth spending so many precious elixirs to cultivate only two thousand more low-level cultivators who may not even be able to complete their foundation building?”

The Thousand-Faced Judge asked back in confusion.

Lu Ye nodded heavily and said, "Of course it's worth it."

He explained that back in the ancient times, he spent a huge amount of effort to develop the Bone-Changing Pill. In the beginning, due to insufficient materials, it was mainly used by the monks of Lingyun Sect, which could push their spiritual roots up two levels.

Mortals can also enjoy the cultivation of a Martial Saint, and obtain pseudo spiritual roots, but pseudo spiritual roots are still spiritual roots after all.

In this way, the more people with true and false spiritual roots there are in the territory, the higher the proportion of offspring with spiritual roots will be.

This is a major event that benefits the human race.

Later, he robbed the treasure houses of dozens of Demon Emperors and gained a lot. He refined bone-changing pills one after another, and kept a small portion of them on his body. Now it is more than enough to support a village of thousands of people.

"Even if they can't achieve anything with their cultivation, as long as they give birth to more offspring with spiritual roots, isn't that a good thing?"

The Thousand-Faced Judge shook his head and muttered that it was too extravagant.

"But those pills you brought are indeed top-grade."

"Now, there are more than 20 Yuanying people and nearly 200 Jindan people in Jiazi Village."

"It's our achievement in fifty years..."

"I really don't know how long this peaceful life can last."

While the two were talking, they had already fallen from the sky, stepped on the ground, and walked side by side.

This patch of woods is filled with human cultivators, many of whom are busy practicing various immortal arts in the woods. When they saw the two of them, they hurriedly saluted and addressed them as "Master Shang, Elder Lu."

The Thousand-Faced Judge and Lu Ye responded with a smile, occasionally giving some pointers.

At this time, a beam of light flew over from the sky, and three figures appeared on the ground.

One is a young swordsman, none other than Long Shiba, the only remaining Nascent Soul cultivator in the Dragon Snatching Alliance. After fifty years of practice, his cultivation has reached the late Nascent Soul stage.

He is also the strongest among all the Nascent Souls and is expected to break through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage in the future.

There was also an old man with a ruddy face, a hunchback and gray hair. He was none other than Jia Sanjiu, the descendant of Jia Yi. He looked much younger than he was fifty years ago. This was the result of taking the elixir given by Lu Ye.

The two of them are the Thousand Faced Judge's left and right arms.

Long Shiba was responsible for supervising all disciples' cultivation, while Jia Sanjiu was in charge of all the village affairs. He was originally the village chief, so he was the most suitable person to handle these matters.

The one in the middle of the two was wearing a green robe, had a horned head and a paralyzed face, with a faint green aura wrapped around his face. It was Mu Baijun's eldest disciple, the divine wood demon Mu Lin.

When the Thousand-Faced Judge saw Mu Lin, he forced a stiff smile on his ugly face.

"Brother Mu Dao, long time no see. What a rare visitor..."

Mu Lin's mouth curled up into an arc, and his smile was even stiffer than his.

"Meet Master Shang."

But he glanced at Lu Ye, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth smiled, and this time his smile was much more sincere.

"Elder Lu, you finally came out of seclusion."

"Thank you for your Wood Essence Pill last time. It was very useful to me."

Lu Ye laughed and with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen jade bottles flew out of the gourd.

"Brother Mu Dao, you are too polite. Since it is useful, I still have more."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I guarantee that you won't run out of pills."

It is also easy to deal with a monster with a "simple" mind like Mu Lin. Lu Ye directly gave Mu Lin magic treasures and elixirs, and knocked him down.

He had enough money, so naturally he didn't care about these small things.

These things are far from enough to impress Mu Baijun, but if they are to be used to deal with Mu Lin, who is also a great demon in the state of transformation, they are indeed treasures.

Lu Ye had long forgotten which demon emperor's treasury he had robbed in the past. He obtained a bunch of wood essence pills suitable for wood demon cultivation, and a measuring ruler made of three thousand year old dragon soul wood. With these two things in hand, Mu Lin could no longer straighten his back.

Mu Lin was overjoyed as he accepted the pill, his body slightly bent, and the smile on his face became even wider.

The three of them exchanged greetings for a moment, and Mu Lin's expression turned serious again.

"My two Taoist brothers, I am here this time because I have some information to share with you."

"It's not peaceful outside recently... I'm afraid it will affect me, Mu Junlin."

There are few monsters in Mujun Forest, but that does not mean there are no monsters. In addition to wood monsters, there are also some small animal monsters that run errands outside and collect intelligence.

In recent decades, if you ask what the demon race is most concerned about.

There are rumors that many demons have sneaked into this world and are causing trouble, and it is even suspected that the ancestor of demons, Mo Baiyi, is among them.

It was suspected that Mo Baiyi launched a surprise attack, and dozens of fusion geniuses of the demon clan died in a row over the past few decades.

These talented heroes are all expected to break through to the Mahayana stage or even transcend tribulations in the future.

In other words, Mo Baiyi was digging out the roots of the demon clan. He acted alone, using his Mahayana peak cultivation to attack at a lower level, so naturally he could kill them all.

The demon clan was furious, and several Mahayana monks came out together, vowing to surround and kill Mo Baiyi.

Unfortunately, the demon Baiyi had mastered a magic skill called Hunyuan Devouring that brought all races together. He was good at disguising his magical aura and even changing his appearance, so repeated attempts to encircle and suppress him were fruitless.

But there was good news on this day.

Mo Baiyi sneaked into Baisui Mountain, the former holy land of the demon clan, but was ambushed by the demon clan in advance, and four great demon clan members came out together.

This battle was so earth-shattering that even Baisui Mountain was destroyed.

Mo Baiyi was very brave and fought with Old Ancestor Kun and broke out of the encirclement, but he was also seriously injured.

The Taoist partner of Patriarch Kun, Patriarch Jinpeng, lost his lover and followed him all the way to be hunted down...

(End of this chapter)