Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

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Daxia, Yunting Prefecture.

In the past few days, Ji Yunting felt that he seemed to have encountered something that could not be explained by common sense.

Ji Yunting often felt that there was a pair of eyes watching her in the dark, and her every move seemed to be under surveillance. In the middle of the night, strange whispers rang in her ears, making it difficult for her to sleep.

But she searched the entire mansion and still found nothing.

Ji Yunting was, after all, a great monk of Jiuzang, and had slain many evil spirits and monsters. But the current situation did not seem to be the work of evil spirits at all, which made her feel unspeakable fear.

Inside the mansion, a girl dressed in priest robes walked out of the room and said affirmatively.

"Yun Ting, I have checked it. The activity of this holy object has completely dissipated. The kind of spying you mentioned... probably has nothing to do with it."

Ji Yunting frowned and murmured, "How could it be..."

The priestess girl looked at her good friend worriedly. In just a few days, Ji Yunting's face turned pale, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his soft hair became a little dry.

"Yun Ting, could it be that you have been under too much pressure recently and that's why you have hallucinations?"

Ji Yunting smiled bitterly and said, "It's really not an illusion."

She swept her eyes across the house and then landed on the central stone. She said in a deep voice, "I suspect it is watching us from here now!"

The girl advised: "Yun Ting, why don't you ask His Majesty for mercy and return to the battlefield. With your strength, you will definitely be able to return to a high position."

Ji Yunting said firmly: "I will never be an executioner again!"

"Ugh……"

The priestess girl sighed softly.

Since that battle, Ji Yunting seemed like a different person. She even began to doubt the oracles of the gods, causing all the major temples to be extremely disgusted with her. If it weren't for the deep friendship between the two, the girl would not have come to help her verify the activity of this holy object.

Now it seems that Ji Yunting's symptoms are getting worse.

Not long after, the priestess said goodbye and left. Ji Yunting was still staring at the Zhenyang Stone. Suddenly, she collapsed, tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and said.

"Come out! I know you're there!"

"What kind of hero is he?"

She gritted her teeth, picked up the Zhenyang Stone, and walked out of the room, saying, "Either you come out today, or I'll throw you into this lake!"

Outside the door is a flat and wide lake, close to the sea, with sparkling waves and rippling water. Once you enter it, there will be no daylight forever.

Ji Yunting waited for a moment, but still got no response.

She hardened her heart and threw the Zhenyang Stone out with force.

The Zhenyang Stone fell on the water, causing a small splash, and quickly sank and disappeared.

Ji Yunting stared blankly at the lake whose ripples were gradually calming down. Suddenly, he stretched out his slender hand and used his magic power to split the lake into two in the middle, holding the falling Zhenyang Stone in his hand.

At this moment, a vague voice came from the Zhenyang Stone, as if it came across time.

"Little girl, do you want to know...the secret of the gods?"

Chapter 323 Tianyuan Holy Mother

"Do you want to know...the secret of the gods?"

These few words, when heard by Ji Yunting, caused a huge uproar.

In Daxia, gods hold a very high status and send down oracles to guide the people of Daxia. Discovering the secrets of gods has always been considered a taboo and extremely disrespectful.

"The secret of the gods..."

Ji Yunting chewed over this sentence again, his heart awe-inspiring. He looked at the Zhenyang Stone in his hand and asked, "Who are you?"

A faint voice came from the Zhenzhong Stone: "My name is Wuxu, and I am here to solve the doubts in your heart."

The sound seemed to have spanned an extremely long distance, as if it could dissipate at any time. It also seemed to be mixed with some faint noises, making it sound extremely mysterious.

Ji Yunting was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted and sneered, "Are you the man on the battlefield that day, yes or no?"

Inside the Zhenyang Stone, Anle raised his eyebrows, knowing that his plan of playing tricks had failed.

Ji Yunting was obviously not as easy to fool as the people of the Great Tai Divine Dynasty. With only a few clues, his identity was guessed.

However, Anle did not intend to deceive the princess of Daxia, and said frankly: "It's me."

After the initial surprise, Ji Yunting had regained his usual composure and asked.

"So are you dead or alive now?"

Anle replied: "Dead, but also alive."

Ji Yunting didn't quite understand, but he didn't dwell on it for too long and asked directly, "What do you mean by the secret of the gods?"

"Hasn't Your Highness noticed it a long time ago? It's just... that you don't want to believe it."

Anle continued, "The gods are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs."

"Whether it is the Great Zhou or the Great Xia, they are just pawns of the gods. The truth may be more cruel than you and I can imagine. Your Highness, do you really want to know?"

Ji Yunting's heart trembled, but the expression in her beautiful eyes soon became firm: "I would like to hear the details."

Anle said sincerely: "First, please take me to see the current situation of Daxia, Your Highness Ji."

Ji Yunting hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"But in exchange, you have to tell me what kind of place the Great Zhou you mentioned is."

So, Ji Yunting brought the Zhenyang Stone to the city where Yunting Mansion was located.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going, very lively.

Among the pedestrians, there were both powerful monks and weak civilians. At first glance, this scene was not much different from that in the cities of the Great Zhou. The magical instruments held by the monks looked very advanced. Sometimes, someone turned into a stream of light and whizzed past from high above, attracting many envious glances.

However, there are no tall palaces for the original giants to live in, and their clothing and architectural styles are slightly different.

But when Anle took a closer look, he noticed something.

Ordinary civilians on the street were extremely respectful when facing the monks, even a little humble and fearful.

The monks also inadvertently revealed a condescending attitude when treating civilians.

Due to the gap in strength, it is natural for mortals to fear cultivators, and there is indeed a gap in status between the two sides.

But in the Great Zhou, this situation would not be so obvious.

After all, if you trace back to their roots, the people of the Great Zhou are all descendants of the original giants, and who knows if anyone's ancestor was a great man.

At the same time, the invasion of darkness made it almost an obligation and responsibility for the original giants and monks to protect the lower-class civilians, and the relationship between the two sides naturally became closer.

An Le thought: "The situation between Da Xia civilians and monks seems to be a little delicate."

Suddenly, Anle's pupils shrank and he looked at a carriage coming from outside the city.

The cart was pulled by a simple-looking large foreign horse, which looked strong and sturdy, and what it was pulling was a prisoner van. The wooden cage was packed full of people!

These people were dressed in rags, had dull faces, and lifeless eyes, and they didn't fit in with the other people walking on the street.

They were clearly in the same city as the rest of the people in Da Xia, but it was as if they were in two different worlds!

Anle calmed himself down and asked, "Who is... in the prisoner car?"

Ji Yunting was a little surprised, as if he didn't understand why he asked such a question, but he still said: "Those people are slaves."

"I guess he was forced into slavery because he wanted to escape the hard labor."

The more Anle listened, the more solemn he became: "Does Daxia still have slavery?"

"Isn't there any in the Great Zhou?"

Ji Yunting was surprised and explained: "In my Great Xia, the people are divided into six classes, namely slaves, farmers, merchants, scholars, priests, and kings."

"Slaves are the lowest class and can be killed or ordered around at will. Farmers and merchants are slightly better. Monks and priests have a very high status and are respected. As for the king, it refers to royal families like me."

Anle was stunned and speechless, thinking to himself: "This Great Xia is still in a semi-slave and semi-feudal stage."

What chilled Anle the most was not the slaves in the prison car, but the matter-of-factness in Ji Yunting's words. Influenced by what she saw and heard, she did not think there was anything unusual about this situation, and she would not object to dividing people into different levels. This was obviously the case throughout Daxia.

Next, Ji Yunting continued to take Anle for a stroll in the city, and everything he saw and heard confirmed his guess.

Compared with the Great Zhou, the life of the lower-class civilians in the Great Xia can only be described as "hard".

The hardest, most tiring and most difficult work was done by slaves. Farmers had to turn in their harvests regularly in exchange for daily necessities, and merchants' rights were only protected when they traded with people of their inferiors or equals.

Unless ordered by their superiors, monks rarely spontaneously help civilians build cities and solve problems.

The descendants of slaves will only be slaves, farmers will be farmers all their lives, but the children of monks can practice cultivation from the moment they are born.

There seems to be an insurmountable gap between different people.

The cultivation resources, food, clothing and other necessities of the upper class are all provided by the lower class. They are like leeches, greedily squeezing the blood of the lower class endlessly!

“Isn’t the heart supposed to pump blood?”

Anle murmured to himself: "How could this be?"

He originally thought that the conflicts within the Great Zhou were already difficult enough, but compared with the current situation in the Great Xia, they were nothing.

Ji Yunting couldn't understand Anle's feelings and asked, "Are there no slaves in your Great Zhou?"

Anle replied: "No."

Although the princes of the Great Zhou also had servants, they were not slaves but people who voluntarily served the king. The original giants would never regard the lives of ordinary civilians as worthless.

"How can this be?"

Ji Yunting frowned in confusion: "Who will do the dirty work of building the city wall and transporting building materials?"

Anle said: "It doesn't matter, the monks and the original giants will take action."

Ji Yunting: "The original giant?"

Anle briefly explained to Ji Yunting the origin of the Great Zhou and the relationship between the original people and ordinary civilians.

After hearing this, Ji Yunting was shocked and said, "Doesn't this mean that all of you are royals?"

Anle was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true.

Ji Yunting added: "It turns out... the extremely huge demon we encountered at night was your ancestor."

Anle felt a little heavy-hearted when talking about this matter. He thought of the people who died in that dark night, and the original giants who took away the Zhenyang Stone and led away the soldiers of Daxia. He didn't even know the names of those people, but he remembered their departing backs.

He began to speak: “You may not believe that the monks and giants of the Great Zhou are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect civilians.”

Ji Yunting smiled bitterly: "I probably wouldn't have believed it before, but after listening to what you said, I actually think this kind of thing really exists."

"Hold on."

Anle said to Ji Yunting, and then, an extremely weak wisp of innate Qi shot out from the Zhenyang Stone and fell in front of her eyes.

The innate Qi does not change with time. It neither increases nor dissipates. It is extremely stable.

Anle uses this characteristic to move in the dark and communicate with Ji Yunting.

Afterwards, this ray of innate Qi manifested a series of flowing pictures in front of Ji Yunting's eyes.

"This is……"

Ji Yunting saw the riots that broke out in Yuansheng City, saw Yuan Zhuo and Anle commanding everyone, and then saw the darkness coming...

These scenes came from Anle's memory, and presented Ji Yunting with the true face of that dark night from another perspective.

During this period, Anle was not only busy observing Ji Yunting's daily life, but also practicing his control over the innate Qi every day, which enabled him to do such a thing.

After a while, the scene froze on Anle being surrounded by Ji Yunting and others, and then disappeared.

Ji Yunting stood there in a daze for a long time before he smiled bitterly: "It is true. My hands have long been stained with the blood of many innocent people."

"I must also admit that this kind of thing is almost impossible to happen in Daxia."

These fragments of memory brought such a great shock to Ji Yunting that she was distracted while wandering around the city afterwards.

Anle couldn't help asking until Ji Yunting unknowingly walked in front of a magnificent building.

"here it is?"

This building looks like a palace and a temple, and is built extremely beautifully.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians passing by, including farmers, wealthy businessmen, monks, and even the lowest-ranking slaves, all looking towards the depths of the temple with respectful and expectant eyes.