Chapter 1245 The World Is Worth It

In the first day of the twelfth lunar month of the first year of Kangping, the God-Slaying War, because of the sacrifice of the evil demon Si Luo, caused the common people to be devastated and the world suffered greatly. However, at the last moment when Qin Liuxi dragged Si Luo to fall into nothingness forever, the vitality array contained in the God-Trapping Array Plate she had refined was activated, and another mountain spirit entered the array as the array spirit, which made the vitality flourish, and the spiritual rain fell from the sky to feed the common people.

Therefore, after that battle, the spiritual energy of the world recovered and was more abundant than before the war. It was a blessing in disguise.

However, this blessing was exchanged for Qin Liuxi's sacrifice.

The spiritual energy of the world recovered, allowing the common people to quickly recover the vitality they should have, and the people who clearly felt the spiritual energy becoming abundant were all the practitioners. From the rapid replenishment of the vitality that was seriously injured in the God-Slaying War to the subsequent improvement, they all felt that the spiritual energy was indeed revived.

As for the place with the most spiritual energy, it was the former Black Desert, that is, the Realm of Nothingness, which made many practitioners come here and become hermits.

The world has changed.

Decades have passed, and the void realm has become the best place to hide from the world. Small sects of all sizes have been established here, each occupying a mountain, each having their own battles, but strangely living in peace.

The only place they dare not go to to establish a sect is the real void realm, which is also the place of fallen gods.

Yes, when the evil Buddha became a god, he was broken by Qin Liuxi and fell into the void with her. Later generations called it the place of fallen gods, but who is the real god has their own definition in their hearts.

Whether they dare not disturb the immortal who dares to sacrifice his body and soul for the people of the world, or they are afraid that the void realm will devour the soul, in addition to honestly coming to pay tribute to enlightenment, if they want to practice here for a long time, they must be prepared for the end of their spiritual power being devoured.

That's right, after discovering that the place of fallen gods is the source of abundant spiritual energy, some people want to practice here, but they find that as long as they practice here for more than ten days, they can no longer absorb a trace of spiritual energy, and their spiritual power is devoured.

Some people thought that they would come back after ten days, but it still didn't work. The Land of the Fallen God seemed to have a memory of them, and they would not let them in. After repeated attempts, they could finally come in three years later to absorb spirits and participate in the Tao.

This rule was also recorded. All practitioners who came to the Land of the Fallen God to participate in the Tao could only come once every three years, and each time was no more than ten days. Those who exceeded this limit, the higher the cultivation level, the higher the spirits they would be devoured.

Some people said that it was because the Immortal King was still protecting the common people. Otherwise, everyone would come to the Origin Land to circle a territory to absorb spiritual energy, and it would all be absorbed by you. What spiritual energy would there be in other places, and what would other practitioners absorb?

Practitioners are not just people, but also many creatures. They can be monsters, spirits, or spirits. All the people in the world are practitioners.

But whether they can comprehend their own Tao is a matter of opinion.

Over time, the Land of the Fallen God became the burial place of Qin Liuxi, and it was also a pilgrimage site for many cultivators. Even if it was only ten days, they were willing to come once three years ago.

Because it is more beneficial to comprehend the Tao here.

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The Land of the Fallen God has been called a sacred secret realm by practitioners. From being accessible once every three years to now being accessible only to those who are destined to enter, many people call it a miracle.

No high-level practitioners have enclosed it, but that mysterious secret realm is like suddenly giving birth to its own spiritual consciousness, with an invisible barrier. Only those who are truly destined to the Tao can enter that secret realm to comprehend, and when the ten-day period is up, they will be automatically sent out.

After the secret realm was formed, because few people came, the rare spiritual plants inside grew rapidly. In addition to spiritual plants, precious materials for array formations can be found, such as black gold lapis lazuli, and spiritual objects such as lightning-struck wood.

Knowing this, all the cultivators flocked to it, but not everyone can enter the secret realm, only those who are destined to enter, so when the cultivators who can enter come out, if they get good things, they will be robbed with a lot of money.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Normal transactions are nothing, but some people dare to kill and rob. For this reason, the Jiuxuan Auction House, which has been closed for many years, suddenly opened its doors again, providing a place for transactions for cultivators or mortals who have something to ask for.

If you want to ask for something, you can set a reward at Jiuxuan, and if you want to sell something, you can also sell it at Jiuxuan. Although the commission is high, Jiuxuan will absolutely keep the information of the buyer and seller confidential.

As a result, Jiuxuan became the world's number one auction house. As long as you can afford the price or bring out the same treasure, you can exchange for the things you need for trading.

Such an existence will naturally arouse the fear and covetousness of the royal family, but Jiuxuan is just like the Changsheng Palace during the Kangwu Dynasty, mysterious and powerful. Behind it stands the great power who participated in the God-Slaying War. Who dares to compete with it?

The royal dignitaries also know the existence of the Fallen God Realm, but let alone the entrance to the Fallen God Realm, even the entire void realm, ordinary mortals will be overwhelmed if they approach, let alone force their way in.

Therefore, although that place is in the mortal world, for ordinary mortals who cannot practice cultivation, it is a heavenly realm isolated from the world, giving people a feeling of two worlds.

The same is true for the royal family. As more and more people practice Taoism and become stronger, they already feel that the imperial power is somewhat precarious.

The more people fear losing, the more they will try to hold on to the power in their hands. Facing the threat of powerful Taoist practitioners, the emperor wants to retake the military power in his hands just in case.

Compared with his father, Emperor Kangping, Emperor Yongyan has a famous teacher to teach him and his character is not bad, but the world changes, and so do people. As a saint, Emperor Yongyan will naturally have the problems of an emperor, with heavy suspicion and heavy defense.

He was quite good-looking, unlike Emperor Kangping who was a widower and had to choose his concubines again and again. His sons and princesses even gave birth to one child after another. Excluding those who died in infancy, the total number of survivors was twenty. With more children, there will naturally be more people fighting for power. Emperor Yongyan only served as emperor for eighteen years before he collapsed due to the depletion of his dragon body. Moreover, the new emperor was not succeeded by his direct prince, but by his third son. , changed to Yuan Qianning.

As Kangping Emperor Qi Qian said at the time, a royal family's empire cannot last forever. Whether it can be defended depends on luck, and the luck of the Qi family actually began to decline from the Yongyan Dynasty.

Emperor Kangping managed to make Dafeng prosperous and prosperous. By the time of Emperor Yongyan, the harem was huge and the expenses were high. Later, when he was fighting for power, in order to consolidate military power, he was not in harmony with the Quan family and the Yue family, who controlled a large army. Not to mention that Emperor Yongyan was not as frugal as his father, but rather extravagant. Fortunately, the spiritual energy was revived, natural disasters were reduced, and the output in various places was not bad, otherwise it would have been empty long ago.

But if gold and silver are not produced, no amount of money will be enough. And when Emperor Qianning came, he intensified his efforts and became even more capable than his father. He was headstrong and suspicious, and he used force to gather military power. Whether it is the Marquis Mansion that controls the military power or the real warlord family, they regard it as a thorn in the flesh, and they are unwilling to pull it out. Their relationship with them is also on the same level.

"...This Qi family is almost exhausted, but fifty years of wealth will be enough for them." Feng Xiu leaned in front of the stone tablet, talking about the outside world, and stroking the already empty Qin Liuxi's three-character position said: "Even if you lose one painting a year, it will only be twenty-six years. I've given you a few more years, but you haven't come back. Could it be that you can't climb up? Or you're lost. Do you want me?" I’ll pick you up and give you a clear path!”

Ever since Teng Zhao brought his only disciple to Changdu to pay homage to his master, and said that the words on her tombstone were getting less and less painted every year, they began to wonder if after her name disappeared, she would also die. Appeared.

But the name Qin Liuxi has disappeared from the tombstone for several years. She has never appeared, and the fire of karma in hell has never been lit.

It has been fifty years since she left.

Feng Xiu didn't get a response, so he sighed, took a sip of wine, turned into his true form and curled up in front of the tombstone.

The emergence of a secret realm is no accident.

While other monks cannot stay here for a long time, but he can, it is no accident. It must be due to the selfishness of protecting his shortcomings.

She could always find her way back, it was just time.

…

On the twelfth lunar month of the twelfth year of Qianning, a grand temple fair was held in the Nanxian City God's Temple. Because this year was the birthday of the City God, the local squire held a grand temple fair for this purpose.

In fact, due to the blessing of the City God in these years, Nanxian County has always been in good weather and has outstanding people. There are so many Jinshi and talented people. The people believe that the Nanchang God has appeared and protected them, so they have great faith in the City God.

However, some outsiders came to participate in the temple fair and saw that the Chenghuang Temple was very simple, but the statue was just an ordinary bronze statue, and it was also covered with an old silk rune, as if it was an old thing found in a corner.

I don't understand this.

Obviously the believers here are very devout and the incense is flourishing. There are also many noble people in Nan County. There are always some people who are willing to build a golden body for the City God in order to repay God's favor, right?

Why is it still an old bronze statue, even the silk cloth is old?

Looking at the feet of the City God, there are also many new shawls wrapped around it, but the one on his body is very old.

If you don’t understand, just ask, are these believers just hypocritical?

"You know what? The City God himself doesn't want a golden statue or a new silk robe. His old man said that this silk robe was given to him by his disciples before leaving. The bronze statue remains as it is because he is afraid of his disciples. I couldn't recognize him when I came back, so I didn't want the golden statue." A local man snorted: "Our City God, if you can provide him with some good wine and roast chicken, he will be very happy. There is no need to change the statue. "

"This is a story you local people made up for you. Can the City God still speak?"

"Why can't you? It seems like you are not a sincere worshiper of gods. Gods can enter dreams. If one person hears this, then I made it up. However, several people who wanted to donate gold and bodies have received reports of dreams. Can there be any falsehoods? Have you seen that old Miao Zhu? Even though he is so old, his eyes are still half-blind, but he is very good at interpreting signs. I heard that he is over eighty, and he has been doing it for decades. Even those who guard the temple do not allow people to change their bodies."

"Really, then I'll ask for a signature too."

"Go ahead, go ahead, and put on some sesame oil. I heard that the City God will go on tour this year and will bless you. Have you seen those Taoist priests? They are here just for the City God's tour."

The stranger was wearing scholar's clothes, and he was obviously a traveling scholar. After hearing this, he asked with great interest: "What's going on when the city god goes on tour?"

The local looked him over and said, "Are you a scholar? I heard that you scholars won't talk about that strange power and chaos. You may not believe what I say."

The scholar Zhan Fan immediately said: "I am not that pedantic bookworm who only knows how to study behind closed doors. I am dedicated to reading thousands of books rather than traveling thousands of miles. Everything I see and hear will be compiled into volumes to prepare for compilation of travel notes. Yes, I have a name."

"oh?"

"There is a bookstore in Nan County. There is a layman from Yuntai who sells interesting and unofficial histories very well. If you are not talented, I am the layman from Yuntai." Zhan Mang said with a smile: "So just tell me and I will listen. It will be easier to write it down in the book later.”

"Oh, that's great." The local pulled him closer to the Taoist priests setting up stalls and said, "You have to know that there are three levels of people, just like the powerful and the common people. There are differences. This Taoist practice It’s the same with everyone. There are those with high cultivation levels, and there are naturally those with low cultivation levels, right.”

"That's the truth."

"Don't believe it, there are ghosts in this world. I saw with my own eyes the cow head of the City God's Temple going out to catch a little ghost. Oops, there was a lotus as big as a bowl on the cow's head. It caught the little ghost and beat him until he screamed. , not to mention how scary it is.”

Zhan Mang: "..."

Haha, bull head hairpin lotus, I believe you are evil!

"There are ghosts, so there is the underworld. My mother's good sister is a layman in a Taoist temple. I heard that if the Taoist priests catch a ghost, they won't just send it away..."

"If you catch a ghost, don't you kill it? Do you have to take care of it?" Is being a ghost so majestic?

"Young students, when it comes to ancient times, you don't need to be knowledgeable about ancient things." The local tsk-ed and said, "Who will kill Taoist priests if they catch ghosts? To be honest, before ghosts become ghosts, they are still human beings. People only become ghosts after they die. Some people who become ghosts do not believe that they are dead and are wandering around the world without harming anyone. They are good ghosts. Since they are good ghosts, they naturally have to transcend, right? Only those powerful and evil ghosts will be beaten by Taoist priests. It’s so soul-crushing.”

"Brother, you know a lot." Zhan Mang smiled and bowed his hands.

The local waved his hand: "I sometimes go to Taoist temples. Not to mention the distance, there is Qingping Temple in the next city, the largest temple in the world. They don't transfer ghosts to the underworld every day. They do it every year during Qingming Festival and Qingming Festival. During the Ghost Festival, you will be able to channel ghosts only after you have passed through them. Please open the ghost gate and send them away. If you are not in a hurry, you can go to Qingping Temple during the Qingming Festival. It is a grand event every year. So many believers.”

Zhan Mang recited Qingpingguan and said, "To be honest with you, brother, I came here for Qingpingguan. I heard that it is a sect that does not seek immortal kings."

"Yes, she is also a goddess. Old people often say that without those immortals and goddesses helping the world, none of us would be able to be born." The local said, bowed in the direction of Qingpingguan, and said, "That's too far. , as we mentioned before, not all Taoist priests have the ability to open the ghost gate to save ghosts. If you have low cultivation level, you have to rely on external forces, such as when the City God goes on patrol or uses other Taoist temples to do things. And go and send away the ghosts you saved. Oh, if you ask why they go to such trouble, it’s just for merit.”

The locals looked at the Taoist priests and said: "Taoists can help people, themselves, and ghosts. What they practice is the Tao, and what they understand is also the Tao. Only when your mind is right can you gain merit. I don't need to explain what merit is." ?”

Zhan Mang nodded with respect: "You know so much."

The locals smiled and said, "That's what I heard. They came, firstly, to get blessings from the City God, and secondly, because the City God can also transfer ghosts into the ghost gate, so they came to borrow a way. Seeing those Do you want to make offerings? Since you need to borrow money, you must have an attitude. They are all offerings to the city god and the various ghosts and gods."

Zhan Mang looked at the incense candles and had a picture in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He said, "Thank you for clarifying my doubts. I will definitely participate in such a grand event."

"Just follow me. The City God is out on patrol. When he blesses blessings, he doesn't just give blessings to people, but also to ghosts. It's not easy to mess around. After all, people have their own doors and ghosts have their own paths. It would be bad if they collide with each other."

Zhan Mang thanked him quickly.

As he walked with the locals, someone passed by him. He turned around and saw that the fiery red clothes disappeared in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but tilt his head slightly.

…

Karmic fire hell.

The Yin soldiers who were roaming in the hell suddenly felt agitated, their whole bodies started to tremble, and they felt a little frightened and weak.

That kind of fear, as if something terrifying was approaching and surrounding him, as if if he didn't notice, he would be burned and his soul would be scattered.

My feet suddenly felt a little hot.

Yin Bing froze and looked down.

A tiny spark flashed under his feet, and he blinked. Am I dazzled?

Another spark, a little bigger than the one before.

The Yin soldier felt something was wrong and instinctively wanted to leave. When a ghost saw him, he immediately shouted: "That ghost, what are you doing standing there? Come back quickly. That is the center of the fire. Do you want to die?"

"I, I..." Yin Bing was shaking all over. I wanted to leave, but the problem was, I couldn't move.

He stared at the ground helplessly, and the sparks lit up again, and his soul almost flew away.

Help, someone help the child!

The ghost opposite felt something was wrong and quickly floated over. He happened to see a spark lighting up and was also stunned.

No way, the fire has been extinguished for fifty years, right?

He knelt down and stared at the center of the earth. If it were you, then you should work harder, you will burn!

Phew.

The sparks lit up and went out.

Once, twice, three times, countless times.

Until there was a pop, a cluster of flames as bright as a red lotus jumped out from the center of the earth.

The two ghosts screamed, but before they had time to react, powerful pressure came, and they were on the edge of the Karma Fire Hell in an instant.

Around him, Emperor Fengdu, King Ksitigarbha, Lord Yama, King Biancheng and other Yama Lords from the Twelve Palaces all came. Everyone stared at the small cluster of flames, excited.

Fifty years later, the red lotus karmic fire that can burn all sins has been ignited again.

Under everyone's gaze, the small flame exploded with a bang, and deep in the earth's core, fire began to spring up.

boom.

As the fire started, in an instant, the huge hell of karmic fire burst into a fiery red lotus karmic fire.

It was righteous, arrogant, and could burn all sins.

Someone walked out of the fire step by step, as bright as a red lotus and as hot as a blazing flame.

The red lotus karmic fire returned.

…

Midnight.

The City God went out for a tour, and Nan County was like the New Year, with lights and decorations, and the curfew was directly postponed to the end of the hour of Hai.

Speaking of the tour, it was actually the Taoist priests who invited the City God out. Of course, the statue of the god was not a real bronze statue, but a paper statue. They burned incense and talismans to invite the god to the paper statue, let it sit in the sedan chair, and then the Taoist priests carried it through the streets. In addition to the City God, there were also his subordinates, such as the little judge with the cow-head and horse-face, who also had to be invited.

During the parade, there were incense to lead the way, and flowers and fruits were offered. The people consciously knelt on the ground holding incense and praying for the blessing of the gods.

In a place they couldn't see, the real South City God, accompanied by the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced God, holding the City God Seal, blessed the people. When he arrived at the Taoist priests' side to open the Yin Gate, he gave the ghosts food and wine offered by the people. After they were full and satisfied, he knocked on the Ghost Gate and sent them to the underworld.

When the ghosts entered the underworld, the Taoist priests felt that their merits had entered the God's Palace, and they were blessed by the City God, so they chanted the scriptures with more effort.

The City God saw that Teng Zhao was also here with his apprentice and grandson, and said, "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

Teng Zhao had already established his foundation. In recent years, he has been full of spiritual energy and has even touched the threshold of forming a pill. Although he is almost seventy years old, he still looks like a young man in his early twenties because he established his foundation early.

So according to his cultivation, he can definitely open the Ghost Gate and send away the wild ghosts and resentful souls without borrowing power.

Teng Zhao led his disciples and grandchildren to pay him a respect, then looked at the ginseng and the rat who ran back with the sugar man, and said: "It's a rare temple fair, they want to come and play, so they come."

Moreover, he himself felt very strange, and felt that he should come. This feeling is very strange now.

Some excitement, and some expectation.

The City God said: "Since you are here, then have fun."

He looked at the disciples and grandchildren and sighed.

Damn girl, it's really cruel.

He looked at the temple fair, the merchants greeted the guests with smiles, the hawkers shouted hard, everyone had a smile on their faces, the child rode on his father's neck, holding the sugar man and the windmill of the god to drive away evil spirits, and giggled.

A peaceful and happy world.

It was what the child liked to see, why didn't she come back to take a look?

The Southern City God held the City God Seal, and as always, he passed the incense and wishes to the little statue at his feet. It was the little statue of Qin Liuxi, with a body made of clay and human bones. It was a small finger bone that she broke off before she left that year, and left it here for Sha Yuanzi to make a human statue.

At the entrance of the City God Temple, someone overturned a pot of water, and it flowed westward.

He touched the little statue and murmured, "The water in front of the door should flow westward, and the disciple is here, what are you waiting for?"

Bang bang bang.

Fireworks were set off outside, brilliant and splendid.

Suddenly, a dazzling spark burst out in the night sky, like a flaming red lotus, illuminating everyone's face.

Teng Zhao raised his head suddenly and ran towards the City God Temple.

Nan Cheng Huang looked at the girl in a thin green dress coming from outside, standing in the door, smiling at him: "The water in front of the door is flowing westward, and the disciple is here too. Master Cheng Huang, Liu Xi is here to attend your banquet, and the jar of hundred-year-old wine can be unsealed."

Although late, he arrived.

Nan Cheng Huang was in tears: "Okay!"

"Master."

Qin Liu Xi turned around and saw Teng Zhao standing behind her. There were many people standing beside him, including Little Ginseng, Golden Rat, and his disciples, all looking at her with tears on their faces.

A red shadow appeared, and Feng Xiu, who was wearing a fiery red robe and had his hair tied with a hairband, walked forward. His pair of slender but clear fox eyes were filled with her, and he stretched out his hand: "It's been a long time, thank you for coming back!"

Qin Liu Xi smiled and touched his hand: "The world is worth it!"

The long alleys of the market, gathered together are fireworks, spread out is the world, it is worth it, and it should be returned!

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