There are few stars at night.
In the inner room, Baguio had washed herself and was lying on the bed wearing obscene clothes, with her legs crossed and her tender little feet dangling. The girl was thinking hard about how to better expand the production of grain and pasture, so as to better raise pigs and feed rabbits.
"Whoosh~"
Lele rushed into the room and fell from the sky with his arms and legs spread out.
"Meow!"
[I'm back, catch me! 】
Afraid that Lele would fall, the girl was a little nervous, so she quickly stretched out her hands, aligned her position, and gave her a full hug.
"Boom~"
There was a loud noise, and the entire house collapsed, including the bed, and the ground sank several meters deep.
In the pit, the disgraced girl lifted Lele up to her eyes and glared angrily. The little yellow cat opened its big blue eyes, its face was full of innocence, and it was holding a bunch of messy things on its key paws.
Something like a stone sword, paper, jade slips, etc.
"Oh, Lele, why are you so heavy now? Also, what are these things? They don't belong to others, did you steal them? Lele, let me tell you, stealing is not good!"
The little yellow cat rolled his eyes, raised his head, looked down at all living beings, and felt confident.
"Meow~"
[I don’t know. I picked them up on the road with no one around. They must be things no one wants. 】
Baguio felt something was wrong as soon as she heard this. After all, Lele's way of thinking is fundamentally different from ordinary people. Thinking of this, she quickly picked up the things that the little yellow cat randomly threw on the bed and began to identify them one by one.
Obviously, Lele, who had already drilled into his heart and fell asleep soundly from exhaustion, was very considerate. These things once seemed to be sealed by some extremely powerful spells, but now they have been opened.
"The First Volume of the Heavenly Book", "The Third Volume of the Heavenly Book", "The Fourth Volume of the Heavenly Book", "The Fifth Volume of the Heavenly Book", "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao", "Incense Jade Book", "Great Brahma Prajna", "The Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique"... ...
The more he looked, the bigger Baguio's eyes widened.
Good guy!
Since my father obtained the first volume of the Book of Heaven, the Ghost King Sect has developed rapidly. In less than twenty years, it has become the first-class force of the Holy Religion. It is powerful in the world and has many famous people joining it.
This Heavenly Book is known as the general outline of spiritual practice in the world. All the secrets of the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism are derived from the contents of the Heavenly Book, but in different directions.
What now?
Regardless of whether it is all the heavenly books or all the secrets of the righteous path, they are placed in front of him in a grand manner, allowing him to learn and comprehend. And this stone sword is actually the Immortal Sword of the Qingyun Sect, the leader of the righteous path, which dominates the world?
How come this thing was picked up by Lele?
Although she is not very old, since she became Lele's shit-sweeper, she has found that her cultivation speed is extremely fast and her thinking is sharper. Now that these three upright secrets, including the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, were lost, she could imagine how the world would be turbulent in the future.
Of course, with the righteous temperament, in order to save face or prevent others from taking advantage of the situation, they will most likely conceal the news, and then all go out to search for news about the missing treasure.
For the sake of the safety of the Ghost King Sect, she must not leak this matter to anyone, not even her father.
Otherwise, with his father's temperament, he doesn't know what he would do if he got these treasures, or even the suppressive techniques of the three sects of the righteous path.
She has to wait, wait until she can suppress everything, and then hand over these skills. Only then can the ownership and outcome of everything be decided.
However, in this case, the Holy Cult members who are still running rampant outside may be in danger.
Hey, I hope those people are okay!
.....
Three years later.
The Ghost King sat quietly on the top of the mountain, looking down at the Hujia Village below. He seemed a little confused.
At the beginning, those righteous people did not come to cause trouble. He could understand it. After all, everyone was busy, and even the brothers in the sect still had conflicts of interest.
It’s understandable that I didn’t come here later. After all, a horrific massacre of a village occurred at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, and I even heard that an eminent monk from Tianyin Temple was involved.
Not to mention Tianyin Temple's journey to eliminate demons in the past, what does it mean for a demonic demon to run to the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain? And even though Tianyin Temple is both a member of the righteous path, what does it mean to fight at the foot of the mountain where the leader of the righteous path is without notice?
But the problem is that after such a long time, the dignified Qingyun Sect’s chief disciple and the leader of the righteous path have all been captured and used to raise pigs. Why hasn’t the Qingyun Sect been mobilized in full force?
Is this reasonable?
Three years! Moreover, Hujia Village did not take any measures to block the news. Even if those messengers crawled, they would have climbed to Qingyun Gate, right?
In the end what happened?
If this right path does not come, he will feel uncomfortable. The dignified leader of the Ghost King Sect works as a bookkeeper during the day, killing pigs and bleeding them, and goes back to serve his wife at night.
If the service was not good enough, the wife would complain to the little yellow cat, and even cry in extremely cruel ways. Then the little yellow cat came over to teach him a lesson, taught him a few secrets of wife training, gave him a beating with a mallet, and gave him some rewards.
When does this day end?
That's not what he wants at all, but to lie drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman and wake up to take over the world!
pig? No dogs!
But now that Zhengdao ignores Hujiacun, he has no reason to provoke a war. The most important thing is that without Fulongding, he can't defeat those awesome Taoist priests.
Why!
With a long sigh, the Ghost King shook his head, looked at the sky, walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back, and continued to be a ruthless pig killer.
The white knife went in and the red knife came out. For three years, his heart was as cold as a knife.
…
School.
Yiyi Xian still insists on his education career. Not to mention, these little foxes don’t know what’s going on. They are extremely smart. The key is to be obedient. Those who are disobedient will be sent to raise pigs and rabbits.
It is said that those who were sent to work, after working for only a few days, cried and shouted that they wanted to come back to study, and then they were forced to work for another month. Nowadays, each one is better behaved than the other, and some students even take the initiative to stay up late at night and read.
As the number of students increases, the school also has a performance system: every month in the monthly exam, the three students with the lowest comprehensive scores will raise rabbits, and the next five students with the lowest scores will raise pigs.
With this system in place, everyone is learning more enthusiastically. It is obvious that all of them are good children who love to learn.
But one thing has always puzzled him. As time went by, he discovered that the luck of this little Hujia Village had not declined, but had been increasing rapidly.
For example, the ghost king insists on killing pigs every day. Not only does his luck not decrease, but it actually increases. He was originally destined to suffer from poverty and sudden death in his later years, but now he has the appearance of being rich and powerful.
Can killing pigs increase merit?
Zhou Yixian shook his head, puzzled, but he couldn't help but think about it and calculate it. As a result, he lost a lot of hair in just three years.
What surprised him was that the little yellow cat who played well with his little granddaughter and had always looked down on him actually smiled at him rarely after seeing him last time and didn't even steal his wine for several days.
Is this a sense of identity?
Why? That cat is not bald, so why should he identify with himself?
He is not convinced!
Who can save the bald man?
…
The Leyao courtyard is sunny and picturesque.
At this time, a girl wearing a green dress was meditating under a tall locust tree. Her temperament was fresh and refined, as if she was integrated with nature.
A little yellow cat was fishing in the pond nearby, focused and quiet, as if immersed in its own world like the girl. A cart of bait was neatly placed next to it, with colorful colors and an alluring aroma.
As we all know, as long as enough bait is sprinkled, those smart fish people will come and sacrifice boys and girls.
There are also some busy fairies under the shade of the trees to help spread and thread bait. The little yellow cat is in high spirits and swings the pole with its tail and expectantly, lifts the pole in extreme excitement, and is disappointed and depressed. These three expressions keep reincarnating.
There was a tortoise lying lazily in the fish basket, as well as a piece of lotus root and a beautiful stone. It was obvious that the little yellow cat had a rare harvest today.
Suddenly, Baguio opened his eyes, golden light shone, as if the whole world became brighter. Her eyes were deep and firm, like an abyss, making people afraid to look directly into them.
Refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, refining spirit into void!
The Qingyun Sect’s ancestors have rarely been able to achieve the state of Taiqing! She achieved it when she was only fourteen years old. With her peerless talent, her own hard work, and a little help from Le Ye, she finally became the most outstanding existence in the recorded history of this world.
Unprecedented!
She stood up and stood quietly by the pond, looking at Lele who was so angry that she was about to call someone to come over to draw water. Baguio covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. The female spy waiting on the side was stunned for a moment, and the feed in her hand unknowingly leaked a little.
The little yellow cat was furious.
"Meow!"
[It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t spread too little feed, how could I, the greatest fisherman in the cat world, not be able to catch fish? 】
Female spy:? ? ?
Baguio:......
Is it possible that your technology is just not good enough?
suddenly.
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a series of knocks on the door outside.
Ignoring the little yellow cat and the female spy quarreling and blaming each other, Baguio smiled and turned around.
"Wow~"
The courtyard door opens automatically.
Xiao Yicai outside the door was startled and quickly clasped his fists and bowed.
"Meet Miss Baguio."
Three years have passed, and the young man is still as handsome and handsome as ever, but there is a strange smell all over his body, which is lingering and breathtaking.
Baguio nodded.
"I know your purpose of coming. According to the rules, the three-year period has come and you can leave. Please don't send me far away!"
Xiao Yicai was stunned again.
He never thought that the Ghost King Sect would let him go so easily.
When he started raising pigs, he actually felt that there was something wrong with the entire Ghost King Sect. After all, although it is said that raising pigs has more vitality than humans, wouldn’t those smart people in the past and present know this?
But how much energy and food does it take to raise a pig? What's more, if there are hundreds or even thousands of animals, if they accidentally contract the disease, all those years of hard work will be in vain.
But people are different. The world is so big that you don't have to worry about it at all. You can just find a city, set up a formation, and successfully sacrifice tens of thousands of people in ten and a half months. Then you can stay anonymous and change places easily.
And how long will it take to raise pigs with the blood equivalent of hundreds of thousands of people? How much food? How much energy?
Why bother!
After raising pigs, he believed his guess even more. Everyone in the Ghost King Sect was definitely seriously ill!
He was a dignified high-level Jade Purity monk who could wield a sword for thousands of miles. He left early and came back late every day. Sometimes he had to work day and night. After only half a month, he suddenly felt that life was meaningless.
Who can be like a machine, spinning every day and not taking a break all year round?
For money? Is it important for money to have your body, your family, and your own happiness?
With doubts, he asked the villagers who came to work and were happy and satisfied every day. Finally, he understood one thing: Only when you have money can you have family and happiness!
Alas, Xiao Yicai was very sorry.
Although his parents died when he was young, since he was taken in by the Qingyun Sect and showed great talent in cultivation, he has never experienced the feeling of poverty and has no worries about food and clothing.
It was a pity for him not to be able to experience the happiness of these working villagers.
After working for some time, as the pig farm expanded rapidly, he noticed an extremely important thing: that is, if there is enough food and the scale of raising pigs is large enough, it really has an advantage over random blood sacrifices outside.
First: This pig is raised by the family. No matter how it is killed, no one else can control it. Even if Buddhism does not kill animals, it cannot force people not to kill their own pigs.
Second: With the popularization of the Hu family's excellent rice seeds, wheat seeds, corn seeds and guidance on planting methods, several nearby villages have sufficient food, and the price of raising pigs is so high, they don't have to worry about selling them, and every family raises them. Got several pigs.
Even if he gets sick unexpectedly, if he runs fast, he can sell it to the Hu family and give him direct euthanasia.
In this way, as the story about raising pigs to get rich spreads, the pigs grow faster than people. And it is now spreading to other states at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Thousands of pigs are nothing, but if tens of thousands of pigs are sacrificed every day in the future, wouldn't everyone in the Ghost King Sect have the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and unparalleled cultivation?
Yes, these pigs don't have enough resentment, and the power of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner may be a little less than that of a normal blood sacrifice. But the lack of resentment doesn't mean that the Buddhist techniques are no longer suppressing them so much?
Thinking of this, Xiao Yicai suddenly became anxious.
Although he didn't know why the master didn't come to save him, he must have been held back by something important, so he should think of a way to hinder the Ghost King Sect.
Yes, according to basic morality, the Ghost King Sect's pig-killing is certainly not a demonic way. But even if it is the right path, everyone will still have intrigues. Could it be that the leader of the Ghost King Sect of a certain generation, who was the most powerful in the world, did not want to be the king of this world?
Human nature is the last thing that can stand the test.
After another long time, Xiao Yicai finally thought of a way to make up for the lack of quantity and quality.
If the Hu family's techniques for cultivating fine crops and planting techniques are learned and promoted in other places, it will be able to feed at least ten times the current population.
If there are more people, there will naturally be more geniuses. When the time comes, the geniuses of the three sects will emerge one after another, but the Ghost King Sect is just waiting to die, won't it be possible to achieve a balance of strength?
No big deal!
In the next two years, with his intelligence and high-level cultivation, he studied hard for a long time, and finally mastered the magic of improving rice seeds and helping plants grow.
Of course he was worried when he came to say goodbye today.
There are sectarian disputes in this world, and stealing skills is a capital offense even if you are on the right path.
But according to his observation, the Ghost King Sect didn't know where it got its confidence, and it didn't matter to many things. For example, there are many monks who come to raise pigs. The mana fluctuations indicate that they belong to Tianyin Temple. If nothing happens, they will persuade those foxes not to kill, and then they will be beaten.
If this is okay, then he will definitely give it a try.
But just letting him go so casually, how much does the Hu family look down on him?
Xiao Yicai snorted in his heart.
Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. Sooner or later, the Hu family will regret letting them go today!
"Miss Baguio, take your leave!"
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