The Nameless of the Common Clans

Has the body training improved?

Chen Mo, who was practicing the stance in the field, suddenly felt that there was a lot more information in his mind, and his body was warm as if soaked in warm water. A touch of joy flashed across his face. It had been half a month since he started to stand with Uncle Wang. The gods in his mind finally responded. Has his persistence finally paid off?

The fatigue of his body was swept away by the warmth. Chen Mo was ready to stand for a while. Maybe this time he could extend the time of standing to half an hour. According to Uncle Wang, if he could hold on for half an hour, he could start teaching himself stick skills.

"Fen Lang, why are you still standing here?" Da Lang passed by quickly, and at the same time did not forget to turn back and remind him: "The gods of the Taiping Sect are here, why don't you go and see them!"

"Why would the gods come to us?" Chen Mo hesitated after hearing this, and finally gave up standing and practicing calligraphy, and ran with Da Lang, asking at the same time.

In Chen Mo's mind, the gods and immortals are all high and mighty, and the county town is where they should stay, so why would they come to this village.

"I heard that they came to preach, but I'm not sure." Dalang was already a little out of breath and said impatiently.

Preaching? Teaching immortal methods?

Chen Mo didn't quite understand, and he was somewhat looking forward to it. He didn't know if the god in his mind could learn immortal methods. If so, wouldn't it mean that he also had the opportunity to become an immortal? Just thinking about it, Chen Mo felt a little excited.

After running back to the village from the field, it took about a quarter of an hour. A large group of people had already surrounded an open space at the entrance of the village. There were usually few people there, but today, almost all the more than 60 households in the village were here.

"Uncle Cai, have you seen my mother?" Chen Mo looked for a long time, but didn't see his mother. He came to Uncle Cai and asked with some doubts.

"Your mother said she still has to take care of the house and prepare dinner for you, so she won't come." Uncle Cai shook his head, pulled Chen Mo to sit on the ground and said, "Come, sit here."

Chen Mo actually wanted to go back and bring his mother to listen, maybe learning some magic can completely cure his mother's illness, but seeing that the altar had already been opened, Chen Mo didn't want to leave, so he could only sit down with Uncle Cai and watch several people in Taoist robes opening the altar there, waving wooden swords, and saying some words that were hard to understand.

"Uncle Cai, are these people also immortals?" After watching for a while, Chen Mo lowered his head and asked Uncle Cai, why do these people feel more like butchers than Zheng Tu? This is completely contrary to the image of immortals in the imagination.

"How can people be judged by appearance?" Uncle Cai shook his head when he heard it.

Chen Mo thought about Zheng Tu, Uncle Wang, the man in the city posthouse, and the old man named Liu Lao, and nodded in agreement. Good-looking people are not necessarily good people, and those who look fierce are mostly good people. He did not bother about the appearance issue at the moment, and began to listen to these gods and immortals talking about immortality.

"The way of heaven should be fair, but why is there so much injustice in this world? Those aristocratic families can be born with fine clothes and food, and can study, but we have to go through all kinds of difficulties and cannot have even a fraction of that in our entire lives. Why is this?" The man in the Taoist robe did not teach any immortal arts, but began to talk about some great principles.

Many people nodded their heads when they heard this. Indeed, in this world, the gap between people is too big. If you don't go outside and only stay in this small piece of land, you may not feel it, but if you have been to the city, you can feel the gap to some extent. Some people are born rich, but most people are like them. They need to work hard on the land and work hard for a year, but they can only make a living. If they encounter a small disaster or illness, they may directly make the whole family completely ruined.

Chen Mo felt that something was wrong, but it seemed to make sense, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a while.

"Because the sky is dead!" The Taoist looked at the emotions of the crowd and suddenly raised his voice, saying loudly: "Because the sky is dead, some people are rich and unkind, because the sky is dead, there are constant disasters in the world, because the sky is dead, those noble families can own thousands of hectares of fertile land, and have countless food, meat and wealth without working, while we may starve to death or freeze to death in winter because we have no food!"

The sky is dead? Chen Mo stared at the passionate Taoist in a daze, and couldn't help looking at the sky. Will the sky... also die?

If the sky dies, can people still live?

In addition, how did the sky die?

"The sky created all things to feed people. These things should belong to everyone, but they are taken by a few people for their own use, while the majority of people have to struggle to survive. Why?" The voice of the "immortal" became more and more excited, and Chen Mo felt that he seemed to be a little excited.

"The sky created all things, and they should be distributed fairly to everyone, but now most of them are occupied by those people without virtue, and they ignore the life and death of all living beings. Therefore, the sky sends disasters to punish those who are unkind and immoral, which is a warning to the world..."

The sky is alive again?

Chen Mo looked at the excited villagers around him, and wondered if there was something wrong with his focus, but the other party had clearly said that the sky was dead before. Since it was dead, how could it come out again to send disasters and punishments?

However, seeing that the people around him didn't seem to care about this, Chen Mo felt that he might be overthinking it. After all, these elders didn't react, and he might not have understood the real meaning.

Suppressing his doubts, Chen Mo continued to listen humbly, but he really couldn't resonate with the people around him, and was even a little disappointed. It seemed that these "immortals" were not as powerful as he imagined. The altar was more like a decoration except for worship at the beginning. What was it used for? Chen Mo didn't know.

The afternoon was spent in the passionate speeches of these "immortals". In the end, Chen Mo didn't see any magic, which made him very disappointed. But when the talisman water was distributed at the end, Chen Mo excitedly carried his empty food jar over and watched those "immortals" chant a spell, write a talisman paper with chicken blood, burn it, and throw the ashes into the food jar...

Can this thing really cure diseases?

Chen Mo suddenly had extreme doubts. He just watched the villagers around him happily carrying their own utensils and leaving. Chen Mo also took the holy water back home with doubts.

"Mo'er, what is this?" Chen's mother asked in confusion, looking at the water that Chen Mo poured out for her.

"The talisman water given by the immortal master is said to be able to cure all diseases. Mother, is there really something in this world that can cure all diseases?" Chen Mo, who had seen the process of making talisman water, was a little skeptical about its efficacy.

"Maybe there is." Chen's mother held the bowl of water, a little hesitant, but seeing her son's expectant expression, she still drank the bowl of talisman water.