If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 275: Can there be kindness among the immortals in the sky?
The densely packed figures in ragged clothes in front of me are all hungry people who were displaced by natural disasters and man-made disasters, moaning and howling.

Lu Jing raised his eyes, and all he could see was devastation and grief.

Many children who survived by chance are crying loudly.

Many women's lips were chapped, their eyes had no hope of life, they just kowtowed towards the altar numbly and stiffly with the crowd.

The men who were in their prime also shed tears. Natural disasters and earthly evils tormented their bodies as well as their spirits.

If they have a bite to eat, they are not afraid of hard work, they are tough men, but the sudden disaster in the middle of the river makes them almost unable to support.

And among so many people, it is rare to see an old man, and occasionally one or two official servants, with a knife on their waist, also with a sallow complexion, worshiping the altar devoutly.

The Dafu court did not completely ignore the Hezhong Road. As early as six years ago, when the Hezhong Road was in continuous disaster, there were many disaster relief measures, and food was also used from other rich lands to feed the hungry people.

It's just... the place that was hit by the disaster was the middle of the river.

The road in the middle of the river is vast, and there are tens of millions of people. When the disaster is not coming, the food produced here supplies the entire Dafu.

In the six years since the disaster in Hezhong Road, not to mention Dafu, even the other small countries around Dafu have also started to suffer from food shortages.

Two years ago, the Huangtao River broke its embankment, and the flood flowed across the river, flooding the middle of the river.

The disaster in Hezhong Road, which was originally only partially affected, has spread to the entire Hezhong Road in just two years.

Maybe it was because the Dafu court couldn't control it for a while, and a large number of people died in Hezhong Road, and countless disaster victims also flocked to the surrounding Taoist mansions.

And these officials were presumably sent by the Dafu court to lead the way for these victims.

But even these officials kowtowed to the altar at this time, and together with the old Taoist, they begged the gods in the sky to send clouds and rain and give them a way to survive.

If there are only two or three people in this scene, it may seem a little weird.

But when tens of thousands of people prostrated themselves on the ground, endured the scorching sun in the sky, and worshiped amidst the extremely loud noises and cries, the scene became palpitating and shocking.

Lu Jing stopped moving forward. He rode Zhao Ye and waited under the hills, but he looked around the thousands of victims with a ray of divine sense, and his eyes were a little moved.

It was a terrible sight.

The children in the arms of some mothers are dead, their bodies are almost rotten, but they hold them tightly in their arms and wrap them in ragged clothes, unwilling to let them rest in the ground.

Some middle-aged men couldn't bear to abandon their dying wives at home, and tied their wives tightly on their backs. When praying to the gods in the sky through the altar, they untied the bandages and made their wives kowtow likewise.

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Looking at these scenes, Lu Jing suddenly understood why Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Si moved the water from Yingwu Island to irrigate the middle of the river, and why they wanted to bring wind, smoke, clouds and rain to illuminate the sun that floated in the sky to cover the sky. scorching sun.

"The victims of the disaster... they are no longer living like human beings."

Lu Jing watched calmly, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Tens of millions of people were affected by the disaster, and the surrounding Taoist government simply cannot resettle them all.

In addition to supplying a large amount of food, unless the middle of the river is restored to its original state, there is no need to be scorched by the scorching sun, and the dry and deserted fields are reclaimed again, I am afraid there is no good plan. "

Thinking of this, Lu Jing looked up at the sky again.

If there are no rules in the world, if the supernatural powers of heaven and earth can be used to change the time and nature, many things may become easier.

It's just that those practitioners who have good intentions and use their supernatural powers to make clouds and rain, or to induce food production, have all paid the price.

"Even if there are supernatural powers in the world, even if Dafu is famous for being rich, these people still can't find a way to survive, and they can only pin their hopes on this altar for offering sacrifices to immortals."

Many prefectures and avenues in Dafu do not have the habit of offering sacrifices to immortals, and most of the Taoist temples enshrine are illusory gods and Buddhas, not heavenly immortals.

For example, the Haotian enshrined in the Haotian Temple, the Donghua Emperor enshrined in the Dongwang Temple, and the Zhenwu Emperor enshrined on Zhenwu Mountain are all misty gods.

But in this scene, these people kowtowed to the altar of the immortal clearly and respectfully.

What surprised Lu Jing even more was that they didn't have the slightest hope in their eyes, as if they were... trying their luck.

"There is no hope in the world. These people may have worshiped the gods they worshiped in the past, but the ethereal gods have not responded."

"So they knelt down to the immortals and prayed for clouds and rain. Thinking about it, they were numb and didn't know how to get out of the way."

Lu Jing rode Zhao Ye and stood silently under the scorching sun.

The scorching sun is nothing to him, but to ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts, it can be life-threatening.

These people walked out of Hezhong Dao enduring hunger and went to other state capitals. How many people can be resettled by other Dao government houses, how many people can survive in this increasingly chaotic world, and how many children can eat their fill? meal?
Lu Jing thought of the shantang in Taixuanjing. Even though the shantang was not small, it only accommodated thousands of children.

With thousands of mouths that cannot feed themselves, the cost of wasting a day is already terrifying. If there are millions, tens of millions of people...

Lu Jing's thoughts were disturbed, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Ping Chuan behind him.

Pingchuan, which was originally rich and endless, now only remains a mess.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles!
Lu Jing was fascinated, but the purple-robed Taoist on the altar suddenly pointed at the mahogany sword in his hand, and flames were burning on the mahogany sword in an instant.

The flame jumped, and the purple-robed Taoist lightly tossed the two yellow runes in the other hand.

Two runes hung in the air, and the purple-robed Taoist raised the mahogany sword, and the flame on the mahogany sword instantly ignited the runes.

Lu Jing was a little surprised.

Originally, when he saw the Taoist priest in Zipao, he thought he was just an ordinary Taoist priest, and there was no trace of vitality flowing on the Taoist Priest in Zipao.

But when the rune was burning, wisps of mist suddenly rose from the sky that was originally only covered by blood mist.

The mist floated into the air, and the purple-robed Taoist turned around. There was hope on his plain face, and he respectfully saluted the mist...

So thousands of victims kowtowed again.

Seeing the Taoist saluting respectfully, Lu Jing couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

Then there were seven more stars in the sky, which were the seven fighting stars.

The Dou Xing officer's Fate was triggered, and the Dou Xing's light shone on Lu Jing's body, and also merged into Lu Jing's eyes.

Dou Xing Tian Mu...

A strange light flashed from Lu Jing's eyes, and the next moment, Lu Jing's floating divine sense saw two figures reflected in the mist floating above the altar.

"It turned out to be two immortals wearing stars and wearing moons? Those seemingly ordinary runes can really meet immortals?"

With this in mind, Lu Jing took another serious look at the purple-robed Taoist.

The beard and hair of the purple-robed Taoist were very disheveled, his face was tired, and his eyes lacked any brilliance. Only when he looked up at the two immortals wearing stars and wearing moons, there was some hope in his eyes.

"hope?"

Lu Jingyuan looked at the mist above the altar, and at the two immortals wearing stars and wearing moons.

He still remembered that Immortal Phi Xing once said to him that people in the mortal world are nothing more than ants, and the vast mortal world is just a pastime for the immortals in the fairyland in the sky.

These immortals live in high places, and they have no pity for other living beings in their hearts.

"If this purple-robed Taoist pins his hopes on the two immortals wearing stars and wearing moons, I'm afraid he will be disappointed."

Lu Jing's thoughts fell.

The two figures reflected in the mist seemed to have sensed something.

Immortal Daiyue held the jade bottle in his hand and just turned his head casually for a glance, then turned his head and continued to concentrate on gathering the bloody mist in the sky, ignoring it.

Immortal Pi Xing obviously also saw the scene in the altar, but she frowned, not hiding her annoyance.

Even though tens of thousands of disaster victims kowtowed to her and prayed to her, the Immortal Pixian didn't take a second look.

"It's really noisy."

The star-piercing fairy was talking to himself, flicking his long sleeves.

The mist on the altar dissipated in an instant, and the purple-robed Taoist priest who had hope in his eyes seemed to have gotten used to it, but he was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head, turned around and continued to chant scriptures.

After a quarter of an hour, when the voice of the purple-robed Taoist chanting scriptures stopped, there was no change in the world, the sun was still shining brightly, and even the wind that blew was hot.

So... the disaster victims got up one after another, most of them never scolded, and even their eyes didn't change, they were still numb.

Standing up, even ignoring the dirt on his body, he continued to move forward.

Perhaps in the past years, they have been disappointed many times, let them learn not to hope before they learn to act.

If there is no hope, naturally you will not be disappointed.

As the disaster victims passed by, the purple-robed Taoist sat on the altar like a defeated dog, almost all the strength in his body was exhausted.

As night fell, there was no one around the altar that had been crowded with people.

Lu Jing led Zhao Ye to the altar.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes, the old Taoist didn't seem to be surprised by Lu Jing's arrival, but he just forced a smile: "It's the young man who saw the old man's joke."

Lu Jing shook his head, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Master Dao, why can your rune make you see immortals?"

The purple-robed Taoist glanced at Lu Jing up and down, and said, "You also saw the traces of the immortal?"

Seeing Lu Jing nodding his head, the purple-robed Taoist originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but he took another look at the barren Pingchuan, and his curiosity dissipated.

"To tell you the truth, my son, I entered the fairyland from a dream. I saw the splendid palace in the fairyland, and I also saw the immortals practicing the magic of immortality. Among them, the immortals wrote this immortal charm."

"The old man is not stupid, this rune was immediately memorized in my mind, after waking up from the dream, I drew the charm to attract immortals, sometimes I could see immortals in the sky, but I could not talk to them.

Sometimes it can attract immortals wandering in the world... I have attracted immortals many times in the middle of the river, but it is a pity... among those immortals, none of them answered the altar's begging. "

The purple-robed Taoist sighed.

Hearing the Taoist Zipao's calm talk, Lu Jing's eyes suddenly became a little clearer.

The Taoist in front of him who entered the fairyland in his dream turned out to be a man of immortal wisdom.

"The Taoist priest thinks that those immortals in the sky will come to help when they see the tragedy of Hezhong Dao?"

Lu Jing also boarded the altar, took out a jug of wine from the Yunkong pattern and handed it to the Taoist in front of him.

The Taoist glanced at Lu Jing's wine, shook his head, and took out another jug ​​of wine from his wide sleeve.

When the wine seal was removed, a strong fragrance of medicinal wine came out.

"This is the Tusu wine that Taoists all over the world will brew. It can generate yang energy, drive away evil spirits and avoid obstacles. The green bamboo leaves of this young master are too soft for me. It is not as good as the Tusu wine I brewed myself."

When Lu Jing smelled the Tusu wine, he felt that the aroma was long and lingering, so he simply took the Tusu wine without hesitation.

"Master Dao, put down the altar, persuade the common people, and use the immortal talisman to see the immortals... Do you really believe that those immortals will show mercy to the mortal people and send down clouds and rain to save Hezhong Dao?"

Lu Jing took a sip of the wine. The Tusu wine was strong and spicy, and it was full of fragrance, long aftertaste, full and mellow, and it was indeed a rare good wine.

The purple-robed Taoist thought for a while, and gave a wry smile: "I entered the fairyland in my dream, and I only felt that the fairyland was extremely beautiful, and all the immortals were extremely graceful, so I thought that they were all like perfect people, and they should have a kind heart."

"But then I entered the fairyland again, and saw some extremely evil things in the world, so I realized that the immortals in the sky are not sages."

When he said this, he glanced at Lu Jing, probably seeing the doubt in Lu Jing's eyes, suddenly sneered, and explained: "The reason why I have used the fairy charm to attract the immortals many times to let those immortals see the miserable situation in the middle of the river is just If you want to try your luck, if there are good people among the immortals, maybe they will feel guilty and pay back the blood debt owed to the ordinary people, so that this river will save some people from dying."

Lu Jing's eyes suddenly changed, and he became serious. He clasped his fists at the mysterious but certainly extraordinary purple-robed Taoist in front of him: "Studio Lu Jing asked the Taoist priest for advice, but he didn't know...what is a blood debt?"

The purple-robed Taoist sat cross-legged, put down the Tusu wine in his hand, and asked, "My lord, I climbed to the sky several times in my dreams and saw not only a few fairylands, but also the only one in the sky and on the earth... Tianque.

That day's que separates the sky and the earth, and at the same time reflects part of the truth of the world... It can be called the number one treasure in the sky and the earth since ancient times! "

"This day, Que helped the twelfth floor, five cities in the sky and many fairylands become more powerful, and helped the immortals win the fruits of spiritual tides several times.

For the heavenly fairy court, Tianque is the most important thing. "

"But such a fairy treasure cannot be born with great power for nothing, it needs some... nourishment to drive it."

"My lord, do you know what the Heavenly Court uses to drive the sky?"

Lu Jing subconsciously wanted to answer the word "immortal energy".

But then he suddenly reacted... He suddenly raised his head and looked at the bloody mist that was dispersing over the middle of the river at this moment.

There seemed to be some mysterious power hidden in the thick blood-colored mist. This power came from the soul of the living beings, from the will of the living beings, and from their countless thoughts!

The rather mysterious purple-robed Taoist followed Lu Jing's gaze and also looked at the bloody mist.

"Countless mortals have died in the middle of the river. Their souls should have been integrated into their hometowns, feeding back the world, making the world more prosperous, allowing them to blend into all things and nature, and return to heaven and earth safely."

"But... the people who died in Hezhong Road turned into this disgusting blood-colored mist, and then were gathered by those fallen immortals and brought them to the fairyland."

The Taoist in Zipao spoke eloquently, with the fatigue on his face getting deeper and deeper: "That time, I saw Tian Que, and saw countless warriors lock blood mist."

He pointed to the sky: "These are just a wisp of mist to you and me, but when they enter the fairyland, they will turn into countless souls, howling in pain, and being swallowed by the sky in eternal despair..."

"Swallow."

"Young master, if there are good people among the immortals in the sky, should they feel guilty about it? Should they save the surviving mortals in He Zhongdao?"

Lu Jing was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "From what the Taoist priest has seen, are there any good immortals in the sky?"

The Taoist shook his head expressionlessly.

"Not yet."

(End of this chapter)