Those who only need pure air are immortals, those who only need turbid air are ghosts, and the living beings in between are both pure and turbid.
The land of the underworld needs more ghosts to enrich it, and the many practitioners in the world also need the supply of disciples, so the contradiction between the two sides arises.
Creatures with spiritual roots can practice, fly to the sky and enter the earth, live forever, and can do this in the underworld, but the prerequisite for practicing in the underworld is that you must die first, and you cannot die first without any cultivation.
Therefore, those with spiritual roots will either enter the spiritual world or become ghosts after death. If you have one more monk, I will have one less ghost.
This is the fundamental problem, so when there are too many monks in a certain place, it will cause a disaster of ghosts and ghosts.
The behavior of ghosts appearing in the human world is very simple, that is, killing. Kill enough human beings. Those with spiritual roots in the mortal world will be killed and become ghosts in advance. After killing, the talents in the spiritual world will wither and the strong ones will no longer be able to recruit naturally. More monk disciples.
The ultimate goal is to rob people.
If you have more people, I will come to beat you. If I have more ghosts, if you have the ability, come to the place where the turbid energy of the earth gathers in the underworld?
Therefore, the cultivation circles in certain places will be very cautious in recruiting disciples. This is also due to the large number of cultivating families. The maintenance of bloodline is the minimum.
Or to put it more directly, there is a separation between immortals and mortals. It is difficult for ordinary people to find immortality, and practitioners try their best to avoid appearing in the ordinary world.
Of course, there is also the other extreme, where ghosts from the underworld cause cholera in the world. They will kill one, or both, and then the practice world on that land will become more prosperous, and mortals can easily be accommodated in the practice world.
Zhang Qing feels that Yun Mengze should be regarded as the middle-of-the-road type, with some strength, but he does not dare to expand himself too much. He keeps testing on the edge of the cliff again and again. Maybe one day the events of more than two hundred years ago will suddenly break out. thing.
Or, Yunmengze will usher in unprecedented prosperity, and anyone with spiritual roots can become a monk.
Therefore, in this mortal country, there are traces of monks, and there are also legends of immortal masters in many places. However, on the other hand, there are strict restrictions on the movement of the population, making it difficult for mortals to move even without a guide.
Of course, Zhang Qing never thinks too much about the uncertain future, especially when his destination has arrived.
Raising his head and looking at the glorious mansion in front of him, Zhang Qing walked towards the high-rise inn not far away.
Perhaps because of its proximity to the mansion, the seven-story pavilion is considered the most luxurious place to enjoy in An Ning City.
"There seems to be more than one monk there, and there seem to be more monks in this city." Standing by the window on the sixth floor, Zhang Qing looked at the bustling city center below, and then looked at the phone in his hand. mask.
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As night falls, the central area of Anning City is still brightly lit, and there are even more people at night than in the evening.
Moreover, everyone put on masks and walked through the streets, which was very lively.
Among such a crowd, the door of Chuchen Mansion was gently opened.
Squeak~
The luxurious door opened a crack, and a pair of eyes looked at the masked person outside with caution, "Who is it?"
At the door, Zhang Qing stretched out a finger, and a stream of water surrounded him, making his eyes reveal shock.
"Xian...please wait a moment, I will report it right away."
The door was closed, but soon reopened. A man who looked like a butler respectfully raised his hand and led Zhang Qing into the mansion.
Passing through many small courtyards, the man did not say a word, nor did he look back at Zhang Qing. Finally, he was brought to a hall, where there were already three figures drinking tea casually.
"Another Taoist friend has come, and his humble abode has been filled with brilliance." A white-haired old man stood up and held his hands toward Zhang Qing. His voice was full of anger, which did not match his appearance.
"Old man Feng Yangzi, I wonder what you call your friends?" After the old man finished speaking, he glanced around and seemed to have come to his senses, "These two are my good friends, Taoist Priest Mingyue and Mr. Bei Bing."
Zhang Qing glanced at Feng Yangzi, then at the two others, and nodded, "Old sir, just call me Jing."
"It turns out to be Mr. Jing, please sit down." Feng Yangzi then said to the man: "Yao'er, go get my Youfeng tea."
"My child obeys."
Only then did Zhang Qing realize that the man was actually Feng Yangzi's descendant.
"I wonder where you are practicing?" Feng Yangzi asked after Zhang Qing took his seat.
Zhang Qing just replied casually: "It's just a water palace. It can't be seen by the old gentleman. It can be enjoyed in this mortal country."
"All that's left is enjoyment. It's no better than Mr. Jing's future, but Mr. Guan seems to be... his first time entering the mortal world?"
Hearing Feng Yangzi's words, Zhang Qing's face narrowed slightly, "How did the old gentleman know?"
Through the mask, Feng Yangzi could also feel Zhang Qing's vigilance, but he still couldn't help but smile: "Lie Yangfang City is about to reopen, so many colleagues have appeared nearby recently, including these two friends of mine. , In fact, it was only in the past few days that I arrived in Anning City, and I stayed with you temporarily."
"As for how I guessed that Mr. Jing entered the world for the first time, did you know that you were the first monk to show up to me in so many days?"
"That's it." Zhang Qing smiled and nodded, then picked up the tea and drank it.
"No, you still don't know, otherwise you wouldn't drink my tea rashly." Feng Yangzi still squinted slightly, but unexpectedly did not feel Zhang Qing's emotional fluctuations.
This made him couldn't help but doubt his own vision. Could it be that he had really guessed wrong and that this person had something to say?
"The old gentleman wants to say that although this Chuchen Mansion is the only open-faced monk in Anning City, in the world of cultivation, everyone is wary of each other, so even if they know that this is an opportunity for a small gathering, they will not come easily. Well, not to mention, they don’t know the old gentleman.”
"It is true, so Mr. Jing is quite courageous, but you can rest assured that I, Feng Yangzi, have not ruined my reputation in Anning City for so many years. If you are willing, sir, you can stay here and wait till the end of March. We will go to Lieyangfang City together in the future."
"It's no need to bother. I don't live far away, but I'm going to Lieyangfang City. I'm willing to come with you."
In Yunmengze, there are a lot of cultivators. The four clans are unparalleled in quality, but in terms of quantity, they are only a very small part in Yunmengze.
Most of them are small families and small clans, as well as casual cultivators who have no bloodline to maintain their inheritance.
Because these people have little background behind them, but their spiritual practice requires a lot of resources, of course it is not enough to rely on oneself alone, so there is a market.
The market is where the Yunmengze cultivation world usually gathers to trade with each other.
It can be said that except for the four clans, almost all practitioners need to rely on the market to quickly improve their cultivation.
