What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

"Rumble..."

The downpour was accompanied by thunder rolling down.

His hand holding the ax gradually became numb and sore.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, but it seems that only a moment has passed.The rain outside the door seeped into the house along the crack of the door, soaking half of his body.

The sound of crackling rain repeated itself and finally gradually died down.

Then the brilliance of Yuan Ling shone on the earth again.

Yu Laoer didn't come back.

He stared fixedly at the pool of blood that had turned dark red on the ground, and his soul seemed to have been split into two parts—one half of which was dazed and terrified;

Voices gradually appeared outside the house.

"Hey, there was a big wave last night."

"That's right, I really don't know if my fish trap is still there, it will be a disaster if I get swept away by the night waves."

"Speaking of which, why did I seem to see Yu Laoer going out to sea last night?"

"The villain?"

"Hey, the dock of his family is vacuumed up, my God, I'm afraid I'll die in the sea in that kind of horrible weather."

"It's fine to die, the two of his family can be regarded as liberated..."

He heard the voices of the fishermen's conversations gradually fade away, the hostility that had been supporting him suddenly loosened, and the ax in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

The belated cold and tiredness suddenly swept up at this moment, and he slipped to the ground unknowingly, losing consciousness.

……

A biting cold suddenly poured down on his head.

He woke up suddenly, and then felt a tingling in his scalp, someone forcibly pulled his hair and lifted him up.

"Ugh..."

The man with a fierce face and muscular body looked at his face for a few times, and snorted: "That second son has a rough appearance, but I didn't expect his son to have a good-looking appearance."

A few people around laughed loudly: "That's not right, I owe my son a debt. I think this kid can sell at least 50 taels, and I can still make money later."

"What's going on in this room? There's blood everywhere."

"Who knows, never mind."

It wasn't until this time that his body, which was paralyzed due to fainting, gradually regained consciousness. He immediately raised his leg and kicked the fierce big man in the crotch.

The big man fell to the ground screaming and let go of his hair.He got up and wanted to escape, but he didn't expect that there were people guarding the door, so he was pressed to the ground again and again.

The big man who had just been kicked by him groaned and got up, stomped on him twice, then grabbed his hair and smashed his head to the ground.He was dizzy from being hit, but he gritted his teeth and stared at the big man.

"Mother, why is this brat so fierce." The big man spat.

Someone worried and said: "Boss, this kid's personality... Will Goulanyuan really buy it?"

The big man said hesitantly: "Don't look at those young men who all look like that, in fact, the water in the Goulan courtyard is very deep. No matter what kind of hard bones go in and grind them, they will soften into mud."

After the big man finished speaking, he asked someone to tie him up with a rope, stuffed his mouth with a cloth towel, and then tied him to the carriage and started on his way.

"I don't know where that fisherman went, and I had to travel half a day to such corners to collect debts."

"If Grandpa finds him, he must be chopped into pieces."

"Are you saying that this kid was born to that Yu Lao Er? He doesn't look like him."

"It's hard to say. It is said that his disfigured woman was bought from a human trafficker, and I don't know what she looked like before she was disfigured. It's a pity, if the woman hadn't been disfigured, she might sell it for hundreds of taels."

"Come on, if she's not disfigured, Yu Laoer can afford it?"

"Why is this little brat a man with a handle?"

……

He curled up in a corner of the carriage, his body struggling indistinctly.

Can't break free.

The strip of cloth in his mouth was wrapped around and knotted behind his head, and he couldn't bite it off and spit it out, as if he had no choice but to accept his fate.

He stared at the group of people viciously, thought for a long time, and slowly closed his eyes.

Half an hour later, one of the big guys found the tied up boy, pale and huddled and motionless.

"What happened to that kid?"

"Is this sick? It looks so bad..."

"Fuck, don't let him die, he can't be sold after he dies."

"Feed him some wine first."

After a commotion, the cloth strip was removed from his mouth, and then a bag of spirits was handed to his mouth and poured down his throat.

The hot feeling burned all the way from the esophagus to the stomach.

"Boss, nothing happened!"

"...Damn, don't worry about it, hurry up. If you don't wake up tomorrow, take him to the medical clinic."

Bumpy all the way, the sky gradually darkened.

The group of big men cleared an open space by the forest and began to rest. Finally, they quieted down, and only one or two remained around the fire to watch the night.

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked around carefully.

Most of those people were asleep, and the car was filled with their snoring.He lowered his head, twisted the hand tied to Che Shi to his mouth, and started biting the rough hemp rope with his teeth.

About half an hour later, the rope tied to his hand was bitten open.

He felt the tingling on the tip of his tongue and the smell of blood, but he didn't care about that much, he just quietly went to untie the knot tied on his foot.

Perhaps it was the luck of misfortune, the group of big men around was not disturbed during this process.

Enduring the dizziness and pain, he quietly got out of the carriage and walked towards the direction where the sound of running water came.

"Who is it!" A violent voice sounded from behind.He was startled, and immediately ran forward without caring about anything else.

"It's that kid! Catch him!"

At this time, he had come to the source of the sound of water.

It was a cliff about ten meters high, and at the bottom of the cliff, a gurgling stream of unknown depth was rushing forward.Hearing the scolding behind him, he leaped without hesitation, and smashed into the water amidst the sharp wind.

Biting cold.

He struggled and drifted along the river for a long time in a daze, relying on his ability to fish in the sea since he was a child, he barely landed on the shore again at dawn.

His eyes were a little blurry, and he had lost consciousness all over his body.

Numbly looking down at himself, he realized that his wrists and ankles had been scuffed by the straw rope, and they had already been washed white by the river.He tried to raise his hands, but found that his skinny hands were trembling violently.

It doesn't hurt.

But why can't I move?

He forced himself to dig a small groove by the river beach, then fell asleep on his stomach again.When he woke up, a small fish was already trapped in the groove.

And he didn't know how long he hadn't eaten.

He barely held the fish with trembling hands, and he had no strength to start a fire, so he just stuffed it into his mouth.

A strong smell of fish and blood mixed into his mouth, he tried his best to cover his mouth to prevent himself from spitting out, but the glaring pool of blood flashed uncontrollably before his eyes.

His throat was suddenly blocked, making him unable to swallow the fish in his mouth no matter what.

"mother……"

All the pictures gradually freeze in this scene, and then slowly fade away into fly ash.

After a short period of chaos, it condensed again.

He saw the stele with three colors of light in front of him, and the crane flying in the sky in the distance.

"Bone age twelve, earth, wood, water, double grams, three spirit roots, fourth in cultivation sequence, eliminated."

He suddenly came back to his senses, knelt down to the monk in black robe in front of him, pressed his forehead tightly to the ground, and said in a shy voice, "Please let me stay, no matter what you ask me to do, I am willing."

"Rules are rules..." the ink-robed monk frowned.

"Mo Lan." An old voice sounded.

The ink-robed monk seemed a little surprised: "The Supreme Elder?"

There seemed to be a slight smile in that old voice: "This kid's soul seems to be quite extraordinary...and since he is the No.1 in the mountaineering assessment, he should be accepted as an exception."

Unspeakable joy grew in disbelief, he slowly raised his head and looked in the direction where the old voice came from.

It was an old man in a dark green robe, with long white eyebrows hanging down his face, looking at him kindly.

The old man asked, "Son, what's your name?"

He looked up at the old man and replied, "Puyang Xing."

The old man smiled at him and said, "Cultivators go against the sky, and use the supreme good fortune to gain a chance of survival. Since you have a destiny with my Mo Xingzong, you can regard this place as your home."

It seems that the traveler who has been walking in the abyss for a long time has finally found his destination.

He made this his new home.

He grew up here.

Like thousands of disciples of Mo Xingzong, he became a cultivator of Taoism.

He exhausted all his efforts, desperately delved into all the knowledge he could obtain, and finally broke through the shackles of the spiritual root at the age of 70, and became the fourth-order spiritual root golden elixir that "only one percent can break through" Expect.

He finally got the chance to enter the inner sect in the next inner sect assessment.

However, it was just one year before the inner sect examination, on that deep winter night.

"Boom--"

The loud noise woke him up from his slumber.He got up abruptly and rushed out the door, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the main peak of Mo Xingzong whose peak had been shaved off.

His pupils constrict violently.

"Run away! The Supreme Elder has fallen in the secret realm, and the Suzerain and the Great Elder have also failed to cross the tribulation!"

"The group of damned elders and inner disciples completely disregarded our life and death. They have already divided up the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and the secret treasure of Moxing and ran away! I just went up the mountain, and I can't even see a person!"

"Those guys never cared about the life and death of our outer disciples, they always oppressed us, and never considered us!"

"Everyone, let's go! Find your own way!"

"There is no Mo Xingzong anymore!"

He stood where he was, looking at the gray-robed outer doors who were shouting and cursing, watching them rushing to pry the Mo Xingzong's inscribed secret patterns on the floor tiles of the spirit-gathering array, and to dig out the ever-burning lamps embedded in the walls. Already a golden core stage monk who is not afraid of cold and heat, but inexplicably feels the coldness penetrating into the bone marrow.

Obviously not like this.

The sect distributes spirit stones on a regular basis, and also provides basic practice materials, and elders will come to teach them regularly.

Although there are handyman tasks that must be completed, isn't that what it should be?

He slowly raised his steps, passed by a few colleagues who were sitting on the ground in a daze, and walked step by step against the flow of people towards the half-remained mountain.

Sure enough, the mountain protection formation that originally blocked him had disappeared.

A few gray robes were running down the mountain with some bricks and tiles in their arms, and when they saw him, they showed a slightly embarrassed but understanding smile.

He ignored those people, continued to stare at the top of the mountain, and walked up.

"Pu Yang!"

An acquaintance in the gray robe stopped him: "Don't go up, there's nothing on it, let's run together."

He looked at the man blankly: "Run?"

The man said: "We... can go to other sects together. If you are reluctant, how about sharing half of the things I looted with you?"

Anger suddenly surged into his mind, and he suddenly punched the man down to the ground.

"Puyang! You!" The man covered his cheeks in shock and anger.

He stared at the man, and asked word by word, "Why!"

"Why...you, Puyang, what's wrong with you?"

Why can you abandon Mo Xingzong without hesitation?

Why can you say "Mo Xingzong is gone" so easily?

Why... suddenly became like this?

He wanted to question, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a word.

The man was scared away by him, and he walked to the top of the mountain alone, sat withered all night at the junction of the flattened and exposed dirt slope and the bluestone road, and finally forced himself to accept this fact.

Once again, he has no home.