Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

This is an unusual year. Before the autumn harvest, the land of the gods is already covered with heavy snow.

The snow in June that the poor people talked about was almost embodied at this moment.

The heavy snow continued to fall for several days without stopping. The entire divine realm was covered with a thick layer of snow. The wealthy and nobles immediately waved their hands and a hot pot of beef and mutton soup was served on the table. They ate the delicious meat while appreciating the snow.

Some would even let their beautiful wives, concubines and maids dance in the snow when they were in the mood. Some self-respecting literati would wield their pens and paint a picture of the vast mountains and rivers in the heavy snow.

Outside the yard, young ladies and gentlemen in mink fur coats were excitedly playing snowball fights.

After all, heavy snow is only a product of the north. It rarely appears in the Divine Realm, even in winter. Therefore, the rich children in the Divine Realm have a special liking for snow.

Unlike the wealthy and nobles who were delighted to see the snow, the poor people had sad faces. They hid in their tattered and drafty thatched huts, shivering tightly in their yellowed and patched coats.

The coats they wore could not provide them with much warmth.

Of course, compared to the coldness on our bodies, the coldest thing is the hearts of the people.

The continuous heavy snow means that the snow on the ground will become thicker and thicker, which also means that the crops and vegetables that are about to be harvested in the farmland will be completely destroyed.

Many people's eyes were wet as they looked at the dark sky and earth. They didn't know how many days they could survive without food in such bad weather...

"Alas! Every time there is a catastrophe between heaven and man, countless seniors will perish."

"Every unusually heavy snowfall is a sign that the nine continents are weeping..."

In the dense snow, a figure walked further and further away, sighing continuously.

Perhaps it was because of the cold that he couldn't help but take off the bright yellow gourd from his waist and took a big gulp.

“Master, you once told me that our Taoist temple was inherited from the ancient human emperor.

But I have never understood, since we are all practicing, why can others pursue immortality and longevity, while the people of my Wuming Temple are destined to die in this world?

If this is the case, then what is the meaning of our practice?"

This is a Taoist with an untidy beard. He doesn't look very old. But at this moment, he is looking up at the sky. A warm current gradually flows across his face. It is unclear whether it is tears or snow.

"Now I finally understand."

"It turns out that we were born to protect the sentient beings of Jiuzhou, so we are destined to die in this world..."

The Taoist cried silently and stood in the snow for a long time.

He understood that his master was dead!

Not long after, he entered a dilapidated City God Temple and saw a skinny child shivering around a bonfire inside.

The Taoist was slightly startled, and at that moment his mind seemed to have returned to that snowy night hundreds of years ago.

He sighed, walked over to the child and sat down, stretched out his hands to warm them by the fire, and asked, "Kid, where are your parents?"

The child shook his head numbly.

The Taoist frowned and looked behind him, only to find a straw mat, but on the mat was lying the body of a little girl, who looked smaller than the little boy and had already died of stiffness.

The Taoist was silent when he saw this, and asked, "Why don't you bury it?"

"I don't have money, and the landlord won't bury me..."

The child pursed his lips, tears welling up in his eyes but never falling out.

The Taoist fell silent again after hearing this. In the past, he had lived in the mountains for many years and didn't know much about the sufferings of the world. But in the past half month, he traveled to various countries and knew that in many countries, the lower-class people were the most miserable. They didn't even have a piece of land. The land they worked hard to cultivate belonged to the landlords.

When the harvest is good, all the gains belong to the landlords, while these poor people work hard all their lives without a single piece of land of their own and can only barely make ends meet.

With this in mind, the Taoist said, "I can help you bury your sister, but I need you to repay me for your whole life, you..."

"I am willing!"

"As long as you can bury my sister for me, I will be willing to work like a slave for you for the rest of my life!!"

Before the Taoist priest finished speaking, the little boy fell to his knees on the ground with a plop and kowtowed to him repeatedly.

The Taoist raised his hand to stop the little boy from kowtowing, and then let the little boy drag the straw mat and follow him out of the City God Temple.

In the heavy snow, the little boy was ragged and thin, and his bare feet were red and swollen from the cold in the thick snow, but he never said a word. He gritted his teeth, dragged the straw mat, and followed the Taoist in front of him.

It was unknown how long they walked in the snow. When the little boy was about to faint, the Taoist stopped, took off the gourd from his waist, handed it to the little boy, and said calmly, "Take a sip."

The little boy didn't ask what was in the gourd. He took it and took a big gulp. Only then did he feel his almost unconscious body becoming warm again and all the fatigue in his body disappeared.

The Taoist took the gourd and asked casually, "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name..."

The Taoist frowned and asked, "Then how come you have a sister?"

"She is not my sister. I saw her when I was begging for food. I felt sorry for her, so I picked her up."

The Taoist was stunned by the boy's words. He couldn't help curling his lips and said, "You are so young and you have to beg for food to survive. How can you support others? No wonder she starved to death."

"If I hadn't picked her up, she would have starved to death. At least when she was with me, she could have survived a little longer." The little boy clenched his fists, then looked up at the heavy snow in the sky and said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for this inexplicable snow, she wouldn't have frozen to death."

The Taoist was silent, then asked: "Since you picked it up, you can just throw it away when it dies. Why would you risk your future for a dead person?"

"If you pick them up, they are your relatives. I've seen other families in the city bury their relatives when they pass away. They say that this is the only way they can rest in peace and not become wandering ghosts."

The little boy gritted his teeth and said, "She suffered a lot when she was alive. If she becomes a wandering ghost after death, she will suffer even more. That's not good."

"So you choose to make yourself miserable?"

The Taoist was surprised, and when he saw that the boy did not answer, he waved his hand casually, and the ground cracked, instantly swallowing up the little girl's body.

In just a moment, a brand new grave appeared in front of the little boy.

The little boy was immediately shocked.

The Taoist ignored his shock and asked, "Do you hate those landlords?"

"Why hate them?"

"They didn't let you bury her. Isn't that hateful?"

"They are not related to me in any way, so it's normal that they don't want to help me, so I don't hate them." The little boy shook his head.

"So do you hate your parents? They abandoned you when you were so young."

"I have never seen my parents, how can I hate them?" The little boy still shook his head, and then said with a bit of loneliness: "They brought me into this world, let me experience life, and see such a colorful world. I can't thank them enough!"

The Taoist was silent, and then asked: "Then do you hate this world?"

“No, because this is the land that raised me.”

The Taoist finally raised his lips and said without turning his head, "Okay, you can follow me from now on!"

"Oh."

"You said you didn't have a name, how about I give you one?"

"it is good."

"You are all alone and helpless, so you should use Gu as your surname. Gu means "gu", and it is also the surname of a certain emperor in ancient times. It is just right. Since you have no name or surname, you can just be called Wuming."

"Gu Wuming, what do you think?"

"it is good."

"What should I call you then?"

"Call me Master!"

"Okay, Master..."

It snowed heavily again this year, and a Taoist priest died in a catastrophe caused by nature. The orphan who once survived the heavy snow became the new abbot of the Wuming Temple in Jiuzhou Tianxia.

"Wuming, no matter what time it is, please don't be disappointed with this world. If you can, you must protect this world, even if it means death, because this is the heritage and mission of our lineage!"

Gu Wuming stood on the edge of the upside-down cliff, watching the heavy snow being torn apart by the storm. However, a word his master once said echoed in his mind, and his eyes gradually became red.

On this day, there was heavy snow on the Daoxuan Mountain, and a burly and tall figure climbed up the mountain.

"Jiuzhou is crying and a strange phenomenon of heavy snow is appearing. This is very similar to the scene a thousand years ago, which means that Gu Wuming is dead!"

"Even Gu Wuming is dead, so the mountain masters of the Upside-Down Mountain will certainly not survive. Today, this God will wash this mountain with blood and let the ants of the Nine Continents understand that the heavens cannot be reversed!!"

"Those who go against the will of Heaven shall die!!"

As soon as this person finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of the nameless Taoist temple.

It was an old scholar. He looked at the other person and said calmly, "My generation of cultivators is against the will of heaven. Besides, how can you, a person who is barely surviving, compare with heaven?"