Chang Sheng sighed and hugged Wang Xiao Tai into his arms.
The expected pain did not come. Wang Xiaotai opened her eyes and saw that time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Eggs, vegetable leaves, and pebbles were all frozen in the air, and people's curses and anger lingered on their faces.
The sound stopped, the wind stopped, and under the flickering lights, everything seemed like a dream.
Among the still crowd, Changsheng hugged Wang Xiaotai and moved forward among the angry and silent crowd.
She helped Wang Xiaodai get into a carriage parked on the street. There was no one in the carriage and she started walking and running.
Past thousands of lantern festivals, past bustling markets, past the dilapidated Dragon King Temple, past all people and things.
Wang Xiaotai sat in the extraordinarily stable carriage, huddled in the corner and watched the scenery passing by outside the window.
Changsheng waved his hand, and a flash of light changed her into clean clothes, and the sticky egg liquid on her face disappeared instantly.
Wang Xiaotai touched her clean and smooth face. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that there was still egg liquid stuck to her face.
Egg liquid that cannot be washed clean.
"Those should all be believers of the Dragon King Temple, so don't take it too seriously."
Changsheng said, "The people who live in the Jinghe River in 800 miles now are all new movers. They don't know this place..."
"they know."
Wang Xiaotai interrupted her. She stretched out her hand to touch the wind flowing outside the window without looking at Changsheng's face. "They know everything. They just think it has nothing to do with them."
"You don't need to comfort me. I'm not a child anymore. Just tell me what you want me to do and how you want me to do it."
There is no free lunch in this world.
Wang Xiaotai herself knew that she must be of some use to Changsheng, and she also wanted to know what Changsheng could bring to her. It would be best if a win-win situation could be achieved.
Changsheng looked at Wang Xiaotai. This little human girl had a quiet, delicate and delicate appearance, with a fair face and elegant eyebrows. Her eyelashes were low-pressure like weak and dying butterfly wings. Her lips were light-colored and she was thin.
In this deep dark shadow, it seems like a little moon that has fallen into the carriage and been hidden.
But she lowered her head, looking timid and scared, which weakened the look of her face a bit, making her look very easy to bully.
She was probably frightened tonight, so she tried to put on a brave face.
Changsheng sighed softly and tried his best to speak to her in a gentle manner, "Have you ever heard of the Tao Xian Society?"
Tao Xianhui? Wang Xiaotai shook her head, "Which one is lighter?"
"Tao from Tao Xianlou."
When it comes to Tao Xian Lou Wang Xiao Tai, you will know it.
Tao Xian Restaurant is the most famous restaurant in Jiuzhou. It is opened all over the land of Kyushu. There are always one or two Tao Xian Restaurant in every big city. The dishes inside are expensive.
Naturally, Wang Xiaotai has never eaten in such a high-end restaurant, but she has seen the low-key yet stylish decoration outside the Xianxian Building.
Xixian Tower is always decorated in a place with beautiful scenery, close to mountains and rivers, and there are no white people coming and going.
There is a Taoxian restaurant at the foot of Lishan Mountain, and the dishes are said to be particularly delicious and rare.
Changsheng continued, "The Tao Xian Tower is the property of our Tao Immortal Association. Now that you have joined us and registered your identity, all your future food, clothing, housing and transportation can be settled at the major Tao Xian Towers."
"Take out the wooden statue I gave you before."
Wang Xiaomo took out the wooden statue from the storage bag.
In her opinion, the wooden statue was exactly the same as before, but Changsheng was amazed when he looked at the wooden statue. He looked at Wang Xiaotai strangely, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
"You actually brought me up like this. You should be my sect."
"Aren't you curious whose statue this is?"
Wang Xiaotai remembered what Huang Xianfei had said to her, and tilted her head slightly, "False God?"
Changsheng returned the statue to Wang Xiaotai, "Of course it's a false god, because this is who you are."
Myself?
Wang Xiaotai looked at the wooden statue in his hand and the strange, inorganic eyes. Does this have anything to do with her?
Is it just one eye?
Is it you who you have worshiped for three years?
Changsheng continued to explain, "Presumably you already know that you have no immortal roots in your body, and you are destined to miss the path to immortality, right?"
"Actually, we members of the Immortal Taste Club are all the same as you. If we follow the conventional path of cultivating immortals, we are destined to be nothing more than a mayfly that lives and dies. How can we be content with that?"
"The three realms are uneasy, like a house on fire."
"Master Tao Shen sympathized with the sufferings of all sentient beings and created another avenue to save all sentient beings. This is how we, the Tao Immortal Society, were created."
"Eating immortals will eat three hundred immortals every day."
"Do you still remember the piece of meat you ate?"
Of course Wang Xiaomo remembered the thin porcelain, the blue and white bowl body, and the cold and white meat. When you bite it, it looks like meat but not meat, like mushrooms but not mushrooms, and it slides in along the throat.
That was a piece of meat that Wang Xiaotai would never forget for the rest of her life. It was a delicious food that she thought about day and night.
Eat three hundred immortal pills every day...
Wang Xiaotai was horrified, could it be immortal meat? There was a turbulence in his stomach, and Wang Xiaotai felt like vomiting.
"I can't even vomit it out now. That's Immortal Mushroom. For mortals, eating it can increase life span, replenish energy, and maintain longevity. There are many benefits."
"It's just that most people feel extremely fishy when they smell the mushroom, let alone swallow it."
"But you, Wang Xiaomo, not only did you eat it quickly, but you also wanted another piece!"
Changsheng shook his head in admiration. He still remembers Wang Xiaotai's obsession with fairy mushrooms.
She looked like she was really eating something delicious, but Chang Sheng tried to eat it himself, and she spit it out as soon as she put it into her mouth, making it completely impossible to swallow.
Just a little contact with the fairy mushrooms caused her mouth to feel a burning pain.
Among so many people who have taken Immortal Mushroom for so many years, Wang Xiaotai's performance is the best. He is extremely talented and he is indeed a member of the Taoshen sect.
"Xianrenzhi is the threshold of another avenue to heaven."
Changsheng pointed to the sky above his head, "Those who can eat it are members of my sect. Those who can't eat it will have no access."
"And what I said is that our Tao Shen has created another avenue besides spiritual practice, which is to gain the Tao through faith and soar through faith."
After Gonggong, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was no longer as abundant as it was in the original period. Practitioners trained themselves hard, communicated with heaven and earth, and received blessings from heaven and earth. However, these spiritual powers were too thin, and later immortals People discovered the power to gain the faith of mortals.
Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.
The heaven is not around, but the immortals are still high in the sky, and they are worshiped for their magic. People hold them on the throne of gods, celebrate their birthdays, and place their statues at home.
But mortals don't know that immortals have actually lost the source of their spiritual power. All spiritual power comes from the offerings of mortals. Immortals without the offerings of mortals are just clay idols.
After discovering the power of faith, the common goal of the immortals and gods is to continuously perform miracles and gain the power of faith from mortals.
The more believers there are, the stronger the magic power.
But as time changed, things slowly shifted.
The immortals discovered that faith could bring power, but so could fear.
Those mortals who are as low as ants actually believe in what they fear.
