"I have encountered this ghost sect many times. Where are they?" Zhang Feixuan asked.
Wang Qizheng's beard and hair were all spread out, and he was furious.
Zhao Di is his hometown, a land that has been in drought since he was a child. He originally thought that this was destiny, but when he came back now, he found that it was not the case. How could he not be angry.
"You know that, right?" Wang Qizheng looked at Gong Mingle.
This person seems to know it, and he should know it too.
Gong Mingle naturally knew what Shennongmen said, just like the restaurant, but he knew
It's of no use either.
Gong Mingle said: "This, the sect in the Central Plains is not limited to one place, but practices everywhere. There is really no specific address."
Just like the restaurant, the restaurant industry was spread throughout the Central Plains. Shennong could go to every place, and they did not have a fixed address.
The sects in the Central Plains may not even have any contact with each other. Except for the fact that their methods are the same, there is nothing else in common.
Zhang Feixuan said thoughtfully: "The farmers in Daqian don't know each other. They just plant the land and harvest food, waiting for people to come and buy it."
"That's why it's not easy to wipe out all the evil spirits in the Central Plains." Gong Mingle said.
This is putting it mildly. This is not only a difficult problem to tolerate, it is simply very difficult to do.
The vastness of the Central Plains is not comparable to that of Dayan and Dayue. If Daqian's current territory is placed in the Central Plains, it is just a Zhao land.
But there was no need for him to say this. At least Song Yin knew it, otherwise he wouldn't have adopted his opinion.
The three-hundred-mile road was quite fast for everyone.
Song Yin did not fly, and only traveled by foot power. Although the road was dry and there was no human habitation, Song Yin still looked around, as if he wanted to take note of this dry land.
The fierceness of the sun and the drought nearby also affected those who practiced Taoism.
Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth and spit out a gourd. The gourd grew bigger after it flew out of his mouth. He took it in his hand and drank some water.
But before he could take a few sips, Gao Sishu took the gourd and took a few sips.
"Don't you have one yourself?!" Zhang Feixuan said angrily.
"Lazy." Gao Sishu spit out one word.
"I drink this water on weekdays, but drinking it at this time gives me a unique and satisfying feeling of quenching my thirst." Wang Qizheng also sighed.
Everyone knows how to make mustard seeds, and they themselves will bring some daily needs. Although they are land gods, they are not usually hungry or thirsty, but everyone has the desire to eat.
This water is a waterfall created by the Fulong Pass. The senior brother used his magical power to attract water from the east. The water was blown by the strong wind on the top of the mountain. It was refreshing and refreshing. I used this water to make a lot of wine and meals. It all tastes better.
They originally had a batch of them, and they didn't pay much attention to them when they came to the Central Plains. But now that their mouths were dry and they took such a sudden sip, they felt a pleasure that they had not experienced in decades.
This feeling was something they hadn't experienced in a long time.
After cultivating an immortal, mana is gathered within oneself, so there will naturally be no illness or disaster, nor will it be like ordinary people who need to eat two or three times a day and drink water seven or eight times a day.
Naturally, they are separated from the world and do not know how mortals feel.
Even Wang Qizheng, who is most hungry but not hungry, cooks more out of hobby than fullness. The ingredients he uses are all high-quality. Even if it is wild vegetables from the mountains, he must season them well to make a delicious meal.
This isn't about filling people's stomachs, it's just about showing off.
Now that they had just entered the Central Plains and drank this water, they understood what their senior brother said.
"You sigh like this when you drink water, but mortals often need to drink water and eat. This is not only for the needs of the human body, but at the same time, the satisfaction after hard work makes people know how precious it is."
Song Yin smiled and said: "We are essentially aloof. If we don't share the joys and sorrows with the mortals, problems will occur sooner or later. Now that you can know that the water is delicious, it means that this Central Plains land has indeed done well in some aspects."
"Senior brother is right." Several people raised their hands to Song Yin.
Except for a few extreme ones, the evil ones are mostly numb.
We are all trained as mortals. There is no such thing as being born as an immortal. We clearly know the sufferings of mortals, but why do we become numb after becoming immortals and can we get what mortals want?
In addition to being evil in itself, there is also the reason why we no longer have mortal feelings. Without mortal feelings, we don't know the cold, warmth, hunger and thirst of mortals, and we will eventually become numb, resulting in the feeling of "why not eat minced meat".
The Jinxian Sect does not feel this way at the moment. That is because Song Yin is suppressing him. But for such a long time, even Song Yin himself has become a little numb. Now in the Central Plains, he can feel it again. Although it is the evil way of the Central Plains, there is something worthwhile about it. Song Yin also wanted to express his gratitude.
Otherwise, it would be easy to talk about it when I was alive, but if I were to ascend, the Golden Immortal Sect would probably fall into the evil ways in a few thousand years.
Everyone continued walking, but before they had gone very far, Song Yin suddenly stopped and looked at a dead bone not far ahead.
It was a human-shaped withered skeleton, but the skull and half of the chest were missing. When the wind blew up, the ashes from the dry land blew away another section of the withered bones, turning them into ashes.
"Mr. Gong." Song Yin shouted to Gong Mingle.
Gong Mingle walked over, squatted down and glanced at the bones. After his mind invaded, he said: "I escaped from the inn in front, but because of hunger, thirst and fatigue, my body could not hold on, so I died here."
No matter what, there is information in the Sea of Chaos, and dead bodies are no exception.
His Dharma Appearance, the Mask of All Things, can use the information of this dead body to add a layer of color to his mask that matches the information of this person's Chaos Sea, and then enter the Chaos Sea to explore.
Even immortals can detect it, let alone a dead man.
His life is naturally under his control.
"Fellow Daoist Song, this man is a refugee. He and other refugees were walking eastward in search of a living. They encountered an inn and wanted to make a living. The inn was willing to provide meat, but this man didn't want to eat it. He knew that his family was He disappeared after eating the meat, but the inn insisted on him tasting it, or even forced him to taste it, so he had no choice but to run away, but unfortunately, his body did not allow it." Gong Mingle said.
This person is just a mortal, and I don’t know whether it’s good luck or bad luck. He was born not to be welcomed by his family. This person is the eldest son in the family, but the eldest son sometimes means the most unfair.
This family used to be able to make a living. They saved money on food and never went to a restaurant. Later, when a child was added to the family, the parents gave the good food to the little one. The addition was not just one, but several. Finally, There was not enough food, and when a disaster struck, he had no choice but to go to the restaurant for help.
But let's go to the restaurant. The family also only eats for the youngest. As a result, the eldest son has never been exposed to any meat and fish since he was a child, but he escaped.
It's a pity that no matter how hard mortals run, they can't escape this death.
(End of chapter)
