I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

Chapter 171 Rainy Night

Daqian, the ninth year of Yuantai, was not an easy year for the people of the world.

The food harvest was poor, taxes were not reduced, fields were occupied, and houses were invaded. When night fell, wild dogs appeared outside the city walls, gnawing on whose bones they didn't know.

This year, Prime Minister Zhang Zhiping launched the prelude to reforms, intending to redistribute fertile land and help the people. However, within three months, he was dismissed from his position and exiled on charges of "accusing the public" and "preparing for rebellion." frontier.

This year, heroes and martyrs appeared in every county in the world, killing corrupt officials and saving the people. They became famous for a while, but were brutally suppressed later, and their blood splattered on the execution ground.

This year, drought and tyrants were raging in the north, and the land was bare for thousands of miles. However, there was no trace of the food shipped by the court for disaster relief.

This year, floods flooded the south, flooding the plains, and the people had to leave their homes and starve to death thousands of miles away.

The common people in the lower dynasty were naked, exchanged their children for food, and wandered thousands of miles, but the powerful people in the upper dynasty walked on silk silk, drank wine and cooked meat, gathered in the church hall, and told about the good times of this year.

In the land of Kyushu, disasters occur frequently, and the reincarnation of dynasties seems to be before our eyes.

And our story begins here.

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Boom boom!

In the dark sky, a bright light suddenly appeared, and exploded in an instant, dividing a white line across the sky, followed by a burst of rolling thunder.

The strong wind mixed with raindrops slapped against the remaining walls of the ancient temple, making a crackling sound.

In the strong wind and in the dark night, a bright flame rises from the dark temple. In this swaying rainy night, it is like a lighthouse guiding the way forward in the storm on the sea.

Wow!

Suddenly, huge raindrops fell down, and the torrential rain turned into a curtain of water connecting the sky and the earth.

At this moment, between the heaven and the earth, the rustling of the wind, the sound of objects falling...it seemed that all other sounds had disappeared, leaving only the sound of the continuous rainstorm, and instead there was an indescribable silence.

Ta-ta-ta!

Um?

Ta-ta-ta!

Suddenly, in this silent rainy night, there was a very faint sound of... horse hooves?

As time goes by, this very light sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer.

Soon, with a bolt of lightning across the sky, the world suddenly turned white, and a group of people appeared in front of the ruined temple at some unknown time.

They were all wrapped in black clothes and were silent in the heavy rain. Even the horses' hooves were wrapped in black cloth to reduce the noise they made as much as possible.

Among the group of people standing in front of the temple, under a hood, a man in black with a young face, who looked like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, subconsciously looked to his side when he saw the bright fireworks.

"Brother, this..."

"It's normal for people to take a rest in the wilderness when it rains heavily in the wilderness." A middle-aged man in his thirties with a resolute face said calmly.

He seemed to be the leader of the team, and everyone in the team subconsciously looked at him while taking action.

"But we..." The boy hesitated.

What they do next is a big deal that will make them lose their heads. Under such circumstances, they have to be extremely careful about any disturbance.

"Go in and take a look, won't you know?"

Compared to the young man who looked forward and backward, fearful of this and that, the middle-aged man was surprisingly calm. He jumped off the horse, stepped into the temple gate, and shouted loudly inside.

"My brothers and I came from the northeast to the southwest, but there happened to be a heavy rain on the way, and we happened to encounter this temple. I hope the owner of this place can make it easy to take shelter from the rain. We apologize for any inconvenience caused. "

The middle-aged man's anger sank into his dantian, and he channeled his inner energy into his throat, and when the sound came out, it was like spring thunder exploding from his mouth. The strong voice transmigrated the heavy rain curtain and passed directly into the temple.

The next moment, the lights in the temple swayed, and the reflection changed erratically, as if the wind was blowing the candlelight, and it seemed like a human figure was flickering.

"The deserted temple in the wild has no owner, so why bother with it? If these brothers don't dislike it, they can come in and take shelter."

Not long after, a voice as clear as jade sounded, even though the sound of rain was blocking it, it was as if it was in everyone's ears.

"This..." The middle-aged man's expression changed.

Under such a heavy rain, I just let my voice penetrate the rain curtain, but the other party was able to ignore the heavy rain and let the voice echo in their ears.

This skill is truly incredible. I am afraid that the people here are not ordinary people.

To enter, or not to enter?

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but still waved his hand, and immediately, several people behind him entered one after another.

Inside the temple, there was a bright flame, and a lot of hay was spread on the ground. On top of the hay, a young man wearing a white silk robe, a yellow wooden crown, and auspicious cloud boots watched them enter, with a curved corner of his mouth and a slight smile. When he smiles, he feels indescribably approachable.

However, when he saw the young man in front of him clearly, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank sharply, and then he immediately calmed down and said calmly.

"Brothers, let's rest here for the night."

As soon as he finished speaking, various people following him began to perform their duties, some looking for firewood, some leading horses, some watching sentries...

The middle-aged man seemed to be watching the actions of the others, but from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the young man's position from time to time.

'Unexpected changes...'

Just when the middle-aged man was frowning and feeling troubled, he suddenly felt someone tugging on his sleeve. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was the young man in black.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man frowned, pulled him to a nearby side hall, and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, what we are going to do next is a bit dangerous. Should we get rid of that powerless pretty boy?" The young man in black, named Xiao Wu, also asked in a suppressed voice.

Don’t have the strength to restrain a chicken? Pretty boy?

The middle-aged man couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard this, and slapped Xiao Wu directly on the back of his head.

"You kid, I shouldn't have brought you here. Why are you so blind?!"

"What's wrong with what I said? Isn't that just a pretty boy? I've seen him many times in the city, a dandy boy from a wealthy family. If it wasn't for something important, I would have beaten him up!" He was slapped inexplicably. , Xiao Wu’s face was full of dissatisfaction.

"Can you use your brain more?!" The middle-aged man looked like he hated iron. "The reason why those dandies are so glamorous is because there are people like us in the city to support them."

"But now in the wilderness, with no village in front and no shop behind, a young man from a wealthy family appears in bright clothes and spotless. Don't you think there is something ghostly about him?"

"Uh...it seems that something is wrong." Xiao Wu couldn't help but touch the back of his head.

It is very strange for a rich man to have no servants or guards around him, let alone in the wilderness, not only the clothes are luxurious, but also spotless.

You know, this world is not a stable age.

Refugees, bandits, and soldiers are running rampant everywhere. Let alone one person, even if there is an entire family to protect him, he may not be able to survive safely.

"So, brother, what do you mean, is that pretty boy..." Xiao Wu seemed to have thought of some possibility, swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and lowered his voice desperately, "Ghost?"

"His grandma, your ghosts can breathe and have shadows?" The middle-aged man resisted the urge to hit people, "Can you usually practice martial arts with peace of mind for me, and don't always read those kind of female ghost books? !”

"Brother, you know it all." Xiao Wu looked a little resentful: "I'm just talking, why are you so angry...Brother, what you mean is, that pretty boy is a Martial Artist?"

"That's right." After hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression softened. "And I suspect that he has profound skills. I'm afraid he is already close to the Innate Qi state."

The cultivation of Martial Dao in this life is divided into two realms, the Innate realm and the acquired realm.

The latter's strength is only slightly greater than that of ordinary people. If they practice to the extreme, they may be comparable to natural divine power, but they can still be suppressed by the government's deployment of troops.

But the former is different. Innate Qi is the existence of Innate Qi.

It can kill people by picking leaves and flying flowers. Within five steps, everyone is invincible. It can even compete with hundreds of armor-piercing soldiers. It has vaguely touched the realm of being invincible.

Of course, the so-called man can defeat the country does not mean that one person can kill thousands of troops.

Instead, they can use guerrilla warfare to kill the government troops used to suppress various places and make them lose their rule.

Moreover, it can travel hundreds of miles at night and is difficult to be surrounded by large armies.

Annihilating hundreds of soldiers at once, being able to guerrilla in all directions and destroying rule is what is called an invincible country in a mortal dynasty.

"This is impossible!" Xiao Wu raised his head suddenly, then shook his head and denied, "These days, the only Innates in Daqian are the two in the palace and the old Taoist priest who lives in seclusion in Zhongxuan Mountain. He only made a breakthrough when he was decades old, how could someone exist at such a young age?"

"I mean close, not breakthrough." The middle-aged man only felt tired for this little bastard who only listened to half of what I was told, "Anyway, don't say anything next, just follow my look!"

Xiao Wu was about to say something, but when he saw the middle-aged man's increasingly stern eyes, his voice and face slowly dropped: "Yes, I understand."

The middle-aged man glanced at him suspiciously, with distrust on his face, but he had already come this far and there was no way to send this kid back, so he had no choice but to believe it.

Walking out of the side hall and arriving at the center of the temple, another bright flame has risen. Several men in black, put on dry clothes, are baking on the fire.

The middle-aged man and the young boy Xiao Wu also put on dry clothes and sat by the fire to bake.

On the other side, a man dressed in white seemed to be holding a book and reading by the light of the flames.

Both sides fell silent, and no one spoke. For a while, the temple was extremely quiet, with only the crackling of the fire and the soft sound of rain outside the house remaining.

After a while, the middle-aged man suddenly said: "Scholar is on his way?"

The young man in white suddenly stopped his hand, turned his head, and said with a smile: "Let's go to Jiangling."

"Oh? Seeking relatives?" the middle-aged man asked seemingly casually.

"No, study tour."

The young man in white looked at the people in front of him with a half-smile, as if he was aware of their tight bodies under their black clothes.

But this is normal. After all, this demon is running rampant and the world is crying at night. There are only dead people, so there is no need to worry too much.

"Looking at how you are dressed, you must be the son of a wealthy family, but you don't know your surname?" the middle-aged man continued to ask.

"The two trees are the forest, the sun, the moon and the stars. You can call me Lin Chen."

(End of chapter)