Taoist Master Xuanhuang

"This is actually possible?"

Countless monks expressed the same sigh.

After receiving the message from Di Ting Tower, I saw that the owner of Bai Xiaosheng Tower said that it can improve control and strengthen will.

But they were very happy about this.

I never expected that the happiness was yet to come. After midnight, the reward of good luck came.

"Let the pressure come even harder!"

Although the monks did not say it out loud, they were all shouting in their hearts.

The joy of daily earnings completely swept away their heavy sense of pressure and brought them joy from the bottom of their hearts.

Xuan Huang in Qingyun Mountain also received today's daily salary.

Although it was an insignificant gain for him, when he thought that all his disciples were like this, Xuan Huang was completely relieved about the disaster.

I'm not afraid of it rolling up, I'm just afraid of it rolling into a cabbage before I can harvest it.

As long as there is gain and they can feel it, the monks are not afraid of losing, and they even want to be more aggressive.

"This gift is equivalent to the harvest after a day of pushing the limit. It is not a loss-making gift of luck. It is equivalent to giving the cultivator's luck back to the cultivator."

"It's just that cultivators can't achieve 3,000 merits and 3,000 fruits. Even 3,000 merits and 800 fruits are difficult. Those with good fortune can return 1,000 fruits to a cultivator's 3,000 merits."

The main thing is the enhancement of luck itself.

The stronger the monk is, the stronger the luck he represents will be. This is the fundamental principle.

The complete explanation is that Xuan Huang made a vow as the core of the source to protect all living beings, and then the vow achieved feedback of virtue.

It is a manifestation of luck and merit, which is easy to understand.

"In this way, the monks will experience a period of great explosion. Even if it is accompanied by crises and disasters, crises and disasters themselves are opportunities and complement each other."

After Xuan Huang figured it out, he immersed himself in cultivation.

The fourth trial of life and death has passed, and Xuan Huang is currently chasing the fifth trial of life and death, which is the second-level perfection.

As long as the five refinements are completed, you can step into the third level of Dongxuan.

I originally thought that this final refinement plus entering the third stage would take at least more than a year, but first there was the experience of training in the second training ground, Yujing Mountain, and now there is the pressure of carrying the heavy mountain on his back, plus the training of the four Five Elements Masters.

Xuan Huang was confident that he could reach the third level earlier.

In this way, seven days passed.

The disaster lasted for a week, and these seven days were the seven days that caused the greatest damage.

Due to inexperience and initial panic.

Gradually, the survivors discovered that fear is useless, worry is useless, and disasters will not stop because of your worries and fears.

It is better to resist than to do this.

Of course, such changes are also due to being guided by others.

The spiritual masters received instructions from the headquarters and learned that if people united as one, the impact could be reduced. As the overlords of a city, it was easy for them to do this.

Ordinary people have no choice but to believe and cooperate with the spiritual master's propaganda.

It seems a bit like forcing something to happen.

But when the real scene appeared and everyone worked together to avoid the impact, everyone believed it.

Things are moving in a positive direction.

On the monks' side, with the reasonable support of the four major organizations and the government, a grand selection is underway.

Just as Yan Lai expected, a glimmer of hope appeared in everyone's eyes.

"The four major and eight high schools have joined forces to invite you, who have outstanding talents, to participate!"

"In the new era, I am a farmer in the morning and climb the Qingyun Mountain in the evening!"

“The mountains and rivers are breaking, the world is calling, the sky is weeping blood, the earth is cracking, where are you?”

"..."

All kinds of dense propaganda and brainwashing that are forced upon us.

Suddenly, all the ordinary people under the protection of the monks of Qingyun Mountain were stunned.

No? This style?

Didn’t they say not long ago that at the ten-year mark, disaster would come?

How come when Yi Jue woke up he found that the catastrophe was over, instead those gods in his eyes were recruiting people, looking for those who were qualified to practice.

Don't be afraid even if you don't have the talent for refining. You will always be good at one of the hundreds of cultivation skills.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have this one either, there are other paths, such as spell monks, dream monks, divine monks, etc.

There is always something suitable for you. What are you waiting for? Everyone is invited to participate.

"Dad, I want to sign up and try to see if I have the talent for cultivation."

Seeing the exciting slogan, a boy asked his father nervously.

"Why go? Is that something you can think about? Cultivation requires talent. Do you have it? Moreover, once you become a cultivator, you need to deal with the cultivator's world and abide by the cultivator's rules. Life and death are determined by fate. You also have to go to battlefields in various places, and you might die. Don't daydream. It's good to live an ordinary life. At least under the protection of these cultivators, we ordinary people don't need to worry about strange attacks. This is already very good. Don't think about these useless things."

"But if I don't try, how do I know if I have the talent to practice?"

"It's better not to try. If you don't have any talent, it's fine. If you have a little talent, but it's neither good nor bad, we can't afford you. It's better not to try... The monks in Shinan are planning to develop it and recruit laborers to do the work. Let's go. If you go too late, the monks will be full and it will be bad."

The man grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him away in the boy's regretful and longing eyes.

Not everyone has the desire to become a monk.

There are also many people who feel that a simple life is good enough.

Monks, like the spiritual masters before them, have a glorious life, but behind the glory are countless hardships.

These people are used to hearing that so-and-so's monk died in battle, so-and-so's monk was killed, and so on.

There are countless news like this.

The scenery of Qingyun Mountain was built up by countless low-level cultivators.

The scenery of Qingyun Mountain is naturally unique.

But the current true practitioners plus the cultivators before Xuanhuang passed on his teachings are already a very large group.

There are nearly 10 million.

There are only 30,000 people living in Qingyun Mountain, and among these 30,000, only those with names can be called out, and many more are overshadowed by the geniuses.

This is the case even in Qingyun Mountain, let alone other places.

It is difficult to change people's thinking. An honest person will never agree to take a road that he is not familiar with and is very dangerous.

Just like this father and son, the child was attracted by the passionate propaganda and yearned for the world of monks.

The old father concluded from his own experience that this was not a good choice. What if he died in battle? What if he was killed by a strange creature?
In short, you can find countless reasons why you don't want your children to participate.

Even though an ordinary person lives carefully, there is still a risk of being swallowed up by the ubiquitous crisis.

But isn’t this getting better?

It was even harder before the monk came.

Now it has become better after all, and I am very satisfied.

The monk also made rules not to implicate ordinary people, which is very good and I am very satisfied.

Occasionally I learned about the rules of the monks.

It was so cruel, life or death was not important, if you wanted to make progress you had to look for resources, but resources were not something that would just come to you. If you wanted resources you had to fight for them, what kind of life was this...?
In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of life is precarious and the risk seems too great. They don’t like it and don’t accept it.

Just like the situation of this father and son.

This time, the publicity of the four major and eight middle schools mainly covers some less mature cities outside Nanshi.

There is no need for Nan City to hold such an event. Almost all those who have the qualifications to practice in Nan City have been selected.

Outside of South City, the immature city developed by the monks is the preferred location for this giant competition.

From the communication between this father and son, we can also see what immaturity is.

That's immaturity.

It has not penetrated into people’s hearts, and they are still comparing true cultivation with previous spiritual masters, thinking that they are all the same, and that cultivation will be accompanied by bad luck.

Moreover, people are more in awe of monks than admiring them.

Lack of courage to take a step forward.

However, what was surprising was that when the number of registered participants was counted, it was found that the small world took action this time.

Many small worlds in various urban areas saw the opportunity and got involved.

This is unexpected, but it’s a good idea for the Big Four to think about it, as at least it can increase the number of talents.

Just like that, the grand election began.

For a moment, the flowers were so beautiful that they were dazzling, which effectively restrained the panic caused by the falling stars.

Once panic is stopped, the number of weird things happening will decrease.

Within seven days, the number of strange things that occurred in the entire area of ​​refuge for the monks was far less than expected.

With daily settlement, the monks are more motivated and are satisfied with the speed of their progress.

I can clearly feel that I am making progress every day. Is there any better situation than this?

The disaster was decided in seven days, but it was nothing to be feared by the true cultivators headed by Qingyun Mountain.

the other side.

Existing as a special point, a sacred cradle, it is scattered throughout the realms of the blue planet.

This disaster is also a rare opportunity for them.

It’s not that a fourth-order being can leave the realm. This is not enough.

But in the powerful realms below the fourth level, the living beings in them can come out.

The suppression of the spirits and souls of these creatures is a realm. Living in this realm is equivalent to living in a perfect world, without the troubles of distorted rules and toxic spiritual energy.

So it was difficult for them to leave the realm before.

Even the existence of the Yellow River corpse catcher is just a short-term absence, and still relies on the strength of the Yellow River boundary for support.

For example, the divine generals in the Yinxu realm find it difficult to leave Yinxu.

The boundaries are also divided into levels. The gap between the boundary of Yinxu and the boundary of the Yellow River is too large.

This starfall caused the Blue Star to grow in nature, which resulted in a huge improvement.

As the essence grows, the creatures it can carry will become stronger, and at the same time, the control over the realm will increase, so the realm will have a little more freedom.

That’s right, the realm belongs to Blue Star, but strictly speaking, it belongs to the Complete Holy Land Blue Star.

It is not something that the current Blue Star can fully control. The current realms, especially the large ones, are a fusion of all the Yellow River, Mount Tai, Yangtze River and barren mountains in the myriad worlds.

There are too many thoughts, beliefs, etc.

The sheer size of the area is larger than the current Blue Planet.

It will take some time for the Blue Star Holy Land to fully control its operations.

At this moment, the falling star caused the Blue Star's foundation to increase greatly, so it was like unlocking layers by layers, releasing a layer of restrictions and seals on the realm.

Let the realm be more revealed.

At the same time, the unlocking process is also a process in which Blue Star further controls the realm due to changes in its foundation.

Due to various reasons, the boundaries were loosened, and the third-level creatures within the boundaries could leave the boundaries.

However, there are time and distance limitations. You cannot stray too far from this realm, and the time must also be limited.

After a certain distance and time, it is necessary to return to the realm to consolidate the loosened suppression of the soul.

But overall, it worked out.

Therefore, we can see that in all the realms of the endless blue star, there are living beings walking out of the realms.

For the first time, they solidified this world and looked up at the sky.

On the edge of the Yellow River.

A familiar figure appeared, with two similar figures beside him.

"You rag picker, you didn't see it wrong before, did you? How could there be an aura that is far beyond the sacred? The Lord of the Nine Territories has issued an order to us to find out who this person is. I have been implicated by you and I have to go through this world again."

Said a ragged old woman.

"You stinky beggar, you can joke about other things, but how can I say this casually? Fortunately, I was smart and stayed away from that existence. At that time, I always felt a vast aura, watching me through countless layers of the world. If I dared to move, I would be killed. I have felt this feeling with the Yellow River Dragon Lord."

The one who fought back against the old woman was the Yellow River corpse retriever.

The old woman calls him a rag picker, and the corpse retriever from the Yellow River calls him a stinky beggar.

In fact, the old woman is a priestess of the Yellow River Temple, a witch that people from all over the Yellow River pray for good weather and good harvests.

He is also a semi-saint level existence, or even more than semi-saint, but he has demonstrated such strength.

Even if one surpasses the semi-saint level, he will not leave the realm.

"Can you please say something, you hard-working person?" the witch said to the third person.

"I am just a laborer. Don't ask me to do anything that requires my brain. I will listen to you and complete the task of the Ninth Territory Lord as soon as possible. I don't want to stay here any longer. It's too depressing."

The laborer said that this man was the ferryman of the Yellow River.

All three of them exist because of the Yellow River. They are the result of the fantasies of countless worlds and creatures on Blue Star about some mysterious professions in the Yellow River.

I don't know if they have names.

The three called each other the rag-picking corpse-lifter, the beggar's fortune-teller, and the hard-working ferryman.

The corpse catcher's rags are all kinds of strange corpses, and the witch begs for food from the creatures of the Yellow River, praying for good weather and good harvests.

The hard work of the ferryman is to ferry all the dead souls, resentful ghosts and certain living beings.

"The Ninth Domain Lord only asked us to investigate clearly, but didn't tell us what to do?" asked the witch.

"Beggar, we are from a big realm, not from those small places that can't stand up to the public. Can you grow up a little bit? What should we do? Are we going to kill someone else? First of all, we can't do it. Even if we can do it, it's not the style of our Yellow River Realm. Do you think we are the Yellow River Realm and we have to eliminate every threat? Who do you think we are?"

The corpse catcher caught the witch making a mistake in speaking and started to output a lot.

"Besides, we need to figure out why we exist. Are we the continuation of humans or not? This is something that the big guys need to debate. We should not get involved. At least I personally feel that I am still a human being, just an extraordinary person."

"Shut up, you rag picker. I didn't mean that. I just wanted to ask what to do. ... And I don't want you to think, I want me to think. I think you, an old ghost, are not a human being... What kind of extraordinary person are you? You are just an old ghost, bah, a disgusting old ghost!"

The witch directly fought back.

The hard-working ferryman: …

I looked at my two old friends inexplicably and got used to it.

...(End of chapter)