Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 501

At nightfall, Cao Wei, who was meditating in a quiet room in a bamboo tower in the mountains, suddenly finished his practice. A wisp of spiritual thoughts passed through the forest and reached the ears of Baiyun outside the mountain gate in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Baiyun, I don't know why the monk is here under the moon. If you say he is just here to chant sutras and recite Buddha's name, then brother Baiyun, please come back!"

As he spoke, Bai Yun, who was standing in front of the mountain gate, tapped the spiritual light barrier that was like a water curtain, then slowly withdrew his hand, clasped his hands together and said: "On a long night, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name is also an elegant thing. Ah. But Brother Cao, as he gets older, he becomes more and more like an ascetic monk, without any trace of the suave and free and easy way he was when he was young. Could it be that Brother Cao doesn’t like women now, but prefers men’s clothing? You see, this young monk can be considered a With red lips and white teeth, and a charming figure, I wonder if I can spend the night with you?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Wei had a strange look on his face: "How come I didn't know you still have such a hobby? Otherwise, Brother Cao would act as a matchmaker to find a match for you, a flowery monk?"

After saying that, he stood up, casually took off the large cloak from the golden sandalwood hanger, put it on his body, and walked out of the quiet room slowly.

With one step forward, the person disappeared into the building and appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Cao Wei passed through the light curtain and appeared in front of Bai Yun, saying slowly.

"Now that we have come to Zhongzhou, is it possible that Brother Cao has to wait for more than ten days to achieve his plan? You and I will not be short of this time to practice, right?" Bai Yun said with a smile.

Hearing this, Cao Wei sighed softly: "It doesn't matter this, it doesn't matter that. I won't regret it until my life is approaching."

Of course, these foods are fed by Lingyan Sect disciples through formations to every place where humans gather.

On the way, Cao Wei lay down behind the court, immersed in the clouds, took out the white jade jug, raised his head and took a sip.

"Don't put your hat on me. Without this xinxing, how could you and I practice till now?" Cao Wei said slowly.

This is why Wu Xiang and Jin Mu, the two god-transformation monks, dare not let Master Yuan Ling hide in the Ling Hu Blessed Land, for fear that thousands of years later, the other party will use the body of Black Mountain to become a demon giant.

"Master Wuxiang, don't you even have this face?" Bai Yun asked back.

"You are asking me to die!" Bai Yun sighed.

As they spoke, the two of them floated up into the air, walking on the sea of ​​misty clouds under the clear and bright moon, riding away in the wind.

Hearing this, Cao Wei chuckled lightly and said nothing.

Then he asked in a calm tone: "Brother Baiyun, why are you here?"

"Besides, now that my father-in-law has become a human venerable, he didn't like these dirty things when he was still in the Nascent Soul. I don't know if sending someone here will stop it this time!" Cao Wei closed his eyes and slowly said the voice.

Hearing this, Baiyun sat cross-legged, holding rosary beads in his hand, and said slowly: "In this Chongwu Domain Conference, among the output of your sect's lost paradise in the next hundred years, can you give me thirty thousand three-piece beads in succession?" A seedling with spiritual root qualifications?"

"What about the others? Unless you have the ability to convince them!" Cao Wei said slowly.

It can be said that the people here can live a carefree life from the moment they are born. The only thing they do on a daily basis is to follow their instincts and reproduce.

After every worship, these human beings can get spiritual rice, wine, meat and all the things they need for life out of thin air.

"They are them, and I am me!" Bai Yun said slowly.

After satisfying their instinctive desires, the human race living here was left with faith. They used incense to worship a god built by Lingyan Sect, with three pillars of incense every day, a small worship once every half month, and a big sacrifice once every half year.

"Amitabha, what this young monk admires the most is Brother Cao's self-control, which is really rare!" Bai Yun said, bowing slightly.

And it was precisely because of this that Cao Wei did not dare to quarrel with Yuan Ling and fight to the death.

This has lasted for tens of thousands of years, so that the human race here has already developed the habit of worshiping, and the power of wishes generated by these incense is collected by the formation and transmitted to the Yellow Spring and Black Mountain in the Linghu Blessed Land. In it, this place where earth immortals raise corpses is undergoing some kind of transformation.

"With the method you cultivate, do you need so many living beings? Furthermore, isn't your Wu Nian Temple the most disgusted with the Lost Paradise established by our Ling Yan Sect?" Cao Wei asked in a calm tone.

The Lost Paradise in the minds of the two people is an area covered by a huge formation, covering an area of ​​more than 100,000 miles, occupying a large part of the Lingyan Sect's territory, and tens of billions of people live in it. In the human race, there are no dynasties, no classes, no external moral laws, and no so-called ethics.

However, in order to control the population in this lost paradise to a stable state all year round, the formation set up by Lingyan Sect divided this lost paradise into twelve parts in concentric circles from the outside to the inside.

When the faith of the human race living in it is strong enough, they can move from the outer layer to the next layer.

After screening, the number of people in the circle will naturally be smaller.

Among them, those with the strongest beliefs, and after their qualifications reach a certain standard, will fall into the arms of the so-called gods in the glorious name of sacrifice.

Of course, he actually became the spiritual corpse of a disciple of Lingyan Sect.

Through this brainwashing model from the inside out, these people will not show any resistance at all, but instead compete to bask in the glory of the gods.

As a result, the possibility of these natal spiritual corpses backlashing back is very slim and can be said to be almost impossible to happen.

As for the human race in this lost paradise, whether it is the Elder Hall, Lingyan Sect and other forces, they are strictly prohibited from practicing and embarking on the road to immortality.

And every once in a while, when the human race in the outer circle reaches a certain number, the Lingyan Sect will erase them and sell them to the 3,000 Nascent Soul Sect in the seventy human domains for various experiments, and the cycle repeats.

Of course, in the inner human race, this situation will not be discovered.

As for ordinary mortals and those seedlings with spiritual roots, the prices are naturally different. This is an ancient business that is extremely long-term and can guarantee continuous profits.

The reason why Lingyan Sect has this qualification is all because of the ancestor who founded the sect in the past, fought for it.

As for the Hall of Elders, all they require is that the sects cannot use these tribesmen for in vivo experiments, and they cannot use them for research on souls.

It's just that these are just rules on the surface. It's normal for some to disobey them secretly. In the past, the Elders' Hall turned a blind eye.

After all, once there is no supply in this area, other sects will have demand, and things will naturally lead to more disorder and chaos.

It's a compromise between the two.

As for other sects, under the bright and majestic surface, there are also some dark and even bloody affairs hidden in the dark.

Those so-called evil cultivators, in front of these big sects, can be regarded as children of good families with innocent backgrounds.

They may kill a hundred or ten people, and then they will be wanted by various clans and even hunted down.

As for if he committed an act of slaughtering a city or a country and killed hundreds of thousands or even millions of mortals, even if he fled to other major cultivation areas, he would be sent back by the local sect.

Unless they are of great value and can escape to the outside world and receive protection from alien races, they will be destined to die without a chance to survive. However, similar to the Lingyan Sect, which systematically wiped out tens of billions of its kind every few decades, other sects seemed to act as if they had never known about it, and instead took action to erase all news about it.

On the surface, the Chongwu Domain Conference is about Yuanying monks discussing with each other and exchanging what they have, but at a deeper level, it is about exchanging the resources they possess and discussing the rules and regulations of various industries, so as to form a stronger alliance of interests.

Each such conference is held approximately four weeks apart. It can be said that at each meeting, the dozens of Nascent Soul monks present can determine the general direction of all the monks and even mortals in Chongwu Domain for the next two hundred years. .

The reason why such a time span is set is based on the longevity of the foundation-building monks, which happens to be the generation of the mainstay of the Chongwu Domain.

The Yuanying monks are a threshold for participating in this conference. Once they are excluded and become the target of carving up by other forces, the power of their own sect will begin to weaken.

This is why many Nascent Soul monks, knowing that there are many conflicts within their sects, still dare not easily initiate reforms and redistribute the interests of all the forces under their command. One of them is that they are worried that if something happens to them, and the sect Yuan If the infant monk has another fault, he will become a sinner through the ages!

Thousands of years ago, when the Qingxia Sect, Hehuan Sect, and Yunfu Sect in Southern Xinjiang were founded, the three ancestors relied entirely on the support of the ancestors of the contemporary human race to become gods, so that they would not be divided up by all the forces in the Chongwu Domain.

Without such a backer, how could the three sects survive the initial period of development so safely?

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After their discussions came to no avail, Cao Wei and Bai Yun tacitly shelved the topic for the time being.

They rode the wind and clouds all the way, overlooking the mountains and rivers of Zhongzhou in the night.

After seeing a fairy city with bright lights below, Bai Yun smiled and asked, "How is this place?"

"Menghua City?" Cao Wei said slowly.

"Exactly, the Magnolia Pavilion here is pretty good! I heard that a great master recently came out, named Qin Cao. He is also good at playing the harp and the flute, and he is even better at playing the flute!" Bai Yun said with a smile.

"I hope what you are talking about is really Qin Se Guan Xiao!" Cao Wei said indifferently.

He has been practicing all the way so far, and he has never enjoyed any kind of romance, and he has long regarded these things as normal.

This situation is similar to other Nascent Souls or Golden Core cultivators.

At their level, beauty is a redundant resource.

Since ancient times, although there have been stories of heroes falling under the pomegranate skirt, it is rare to hear of ordinary people falling under pomegranate skirts.

But the actual situation is that beauties almost never fall in love with ordinary people, but only swoop towards powerful people like them like moths to a flame.

In this way, it is normal for there to be a few occasional cases of high-level monks who were fascinated by beauty.

"Whether it's really Xiao or not, your master should know this best!" Bai Yun said with a smile.

"Zheng'er?" Cao Wei said slowly.

"Is it possible that there are others? Your eldest daughter has been as safe as a jade since her husband passed away. Cao Guiting also has a dull temper. She was a bit energetic when she was young. Now as she gets older, she only cares about cultivation and ignores the wind and moon. , Guihua is even worse. But I heard that this kid has been fighting fiercely with Jin Hong from Fengling Island over the years, aren't you afraid that something will happen between them?" Bai Yun shook his head lightly.

"For people like you, your eyes are dirty, so everything you see will be dirty! It's a blessing to have one or two friends in your life. It's not too late for me, a father, to be happy!" Cao Wei chuckled. There was a sound.

"What about Zuo An? There are so many beauties in the Hehuan Sect, but they haven't taken any wives or concubines yet." Bai Yun asked.

"What, you want to marry me?" Cao Wei asked.

"If it's possible, that would be great." Bai Yun nodded.

"I can't decide on An'er's major life events. You can ask his grandfather. If you really want to be a son and daughter with me, why not consider Cang'er?" Cao Wei shook his head lightly and said in a faint tone.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yun sneered: "I can't afford to offend that good son of yours! The incident in Arctic Yuanshan is about to come to an end."

After saying this, he waved his monk sleeves, and the auspicious clouds drifted down.

I saw the auspicious clouds falling in the bustling street. After the clouds dispersed, Cao Wei and Baiyun stepped on the ground.

The mortals around him, as well as the Qi Refining and Foundation Building monks, all moved out of the way.

Among the crowd, some experienced foundation-building monks were frightened when they saw their faces. They bowed lower and did not dare to make any move.

"Brother Cao, this place is quite lively. Can it compare to the prosperity of many cities in southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang?" Bai Yun asked with a smile.

After saying that, he led the way and led Cao Wei towards the Magnolia Pavilion.

"This city is so prosperous that it is so prosperous that people live in dreams, but they fail to take into account the life and death of the people at the bottom." Cao Wei's divine mind swept across more than two thousand miles in a random way, and he had a panoramic view of the people's livelihood in this place, and he knew it like the palm of his hand.

"After the trouble caused by the great monk Yuexuan, things are much better now than they were more than a thousand years ago." Bai Yun said slowly.

"But now that the great monk Yuexuan is coming to the end of his life, the intimidation he brings to Zhongzhou will definitely fade over time." Cao Wei shook his head lightly.

"Isn't there still the Venerable Wuxiang?" Baiyun said in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, Cao Wei sighed: "Don't you understand this? Why do all the tribes in the world worship the monks as gods? It's just because I can't make an enemy of them, so I hope to restrain them a little so that they won't be wanton. If you act recklessly, you will endanger ourselves and everyone else!"

"It's just a dragon-binding rope." Bai Yun said slowly.

As they spoke, the two of them walked to the attic of a magnificent palace.

The foundation-building monks who were stationed at the Magnolia Pavilion here led hundreds of charming beauties to welcome him.

"The presence of these two seniors in this hotel really makes this place shine." A woman with a graceful figure waved a round fan, came up with a smile, and saluted.

"Why hasn't the place been cleared?" Bai Yun asked in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, the woman looked embarrassed, and then a middle-aged man's voice came from the attic: "It is indeed a little late for you two to come. Today I, Wan, am the host, and I am here to entertain you two. , it can be regarded as an apology for Junior Brother Tuoba!"

"Songfeng Academy Wanshi Group?" Cao Wei asked slowly.

As soon as he said this, he walked forward, casually embraced the two beauties, and walked into the Magnolia Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)