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Chapter 51 Autopsy
Jing Chu looked at the smiles on the villagers' faces, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Zhu Leng didn't hold an umbrella, but he had a layer of magical protection around him, so the rain couldn't fall on him at all.

He glanced sideways at Jing Chu and said with a smile, "Suddenly, I seem to understand the meaning of cultivating immortality."

Jing Chu raised the corners of his lips lightly, "Do you still remember that day when you asked me why I entered the Immortal Sect?"

Hearing this, Zhu Leng nodded, his clear eyes twinkling with starlight.

Jing Chu raised his chin to the villagers, "This is my answer."

Zhu Leng listened in confusion.

"To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations. All I want is that the world will be free from suffering, the country will not be invaded, and the people will not worry about survival.

Since we know that the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, we must put ourselves to death and survive. Even if we die, we must die with value. "

Jing Chu's tone was very calm, so calm that it seemed like it could be blown away by the wind, but it was also very heavy, like a thousand pounds of iron hitting Zhu Leng's heart.
After saying that, Jing Chu had already walked away, while Zhu Leng was so shocked that he stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

He looked at the girl's leaving back with a complicated expression.

From the first moment he met the girl, he felt a maturity in her that was beyond her age.

Although sometimes she acts like a child and her temperament can be concealed, but her eyes with vicissitudes of life can never return to their former brightness and clarity.

After Jing Chu and Zhu Leng returned, the villagers knelt down and thanked them.

Neither of them had time to pull.

At this time, the old man took out half a small bag of flour and looked at the two people with an embarrassed expression, "It happened to be a severe drought at the time of farming, and the crops were not harvested. I could only make up so much. Please don't dislike it, Master Immortal." .”

As the old man spoke, he made a gesture to put the half bag of flour in Zhu Leng's hand.

Seeing this, Mingliang hurriedly waved his hands, "Old man, we can't harvest. There is no harvest this year and it will be difficult to survive this winter. Let's return these grains to everyone."

Besides, we cultivators don’t eat whole grains. "

At this, the old man expressed his shock, "What! No, no, no, no need to eat?!"

Zhu Leng nodded with sincere eyes, "So let's return the food to everyone!" Zhu Leng said again.

When they heard that they didn't want it, the villagers rushed up to grab it without waiting for the old man to say anything.

Zhu Leng couldn't explain how he felt when he saw this scene.

In the past, he was the darling of the family, with clothes on his hands and food on his hands, his mouth opened, he was squandering money, and he was always disliked.

Today he finally understood what suffering in the world is.

He subconsciously touched his pockets, wanting to give them some money, but found nothing. Then he remembered that he had not brought any banknotes with him when he went out, only spiritual stones.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that the spirit stones could still be used as money, so he wanted to take the spirit stones from the storage bag.

The next second, Zhu Leng's shoulders sank. He turned his head and saw Jing Chu shaking his head at him.

Although he didn't understand why, he still put down his hand holding the storage bag.

During the silent exchange between the two, the villagers fighting for food saw his actions.

They secretly exchanged looks that only they could understand.

After the fight for food was over, the villagers dispersed.

Only the old man was left to receive the reception.

At this time, Jing Chu expressed his desire to treat the sick villagers in the village.

Hearing this, the old man had a look of difficulty on his face. Jing Chu looked at his hesitant expression and spoke again, "What kind of trouble do you have, old man? It's okay for you to just say it."

"Master Jingxian is willing to treat them, which is naturally a good thing, but... I'm just afraid that their appearance will scare you."

"It doesn't matter. We haven't seen any strange and ferocious beasts. Maybe we can still be frightened by our own kind. I can just take us there." Zhu Leng patted his chest and said in relief.

The old man's eyes still hesitantly glanced at the two of them, and he saw Jing Chu nodding affirmatively.

Seeing how determined they were, the old man finally compromised and led them all the way to the innermost part of the village.Along the way, Jing Chu saw many black cats with shiny hair.

Some of them were standing on the roof and some were hanging on the trees. Without exception, their yellow vertical pupils stared at the three of them strangely.

Every time the old man bumped into a black cat on the road, he would chase it away.

Jing Chu always felt something strange when looking at the groups of black cats.

After walking for about a stick of incense, the old man stopped in an abandoned yard near the foot of the mountain.

He turned around with a look of panic on his face, "Two immortal masters, people with strange diseases in the village are locked up inside. I won't go in because I'm afraid. If you have anything, you can call me at any time."

Jing and Chu nodded in understanding, and then the old man left without looking back.

It was as if he was afraid that something was chasing him behind him.

Jing Chu pushed open the courtyard door, and the thick dust on the door fell.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be so much dust on the door if someone is inside.

As soon as she entered, a heavy smell of death hit her face. Now she finally understood why there was such thick dust on the door.

This house is clearly a charity village, with bodies everywhere inside and outside the yard.

Some corpses have turned into white bones, some are highly decomposed, and some still look fresh, as if they had just died a few hours ago.

No matter how much she wore a veil smoked with spiritual grass, she couldn't resist the soaring corpse stench.

No wonder the old man ran so fast just now.

"There are dead people here, so why did I bring us here? Don't you think we have the ability to become the living dead?"

Jing Chu put on his gloves and inspected several fresh corpses, then silently shook his head after hearing Zhu Leng's words.

"No, there are several corpses here that have been dead for almost two hours."

Hearing this, Zhu Leng frowned, "What do you mean?"

Jing Chu finished checking another corpse, straightened up, and said in a somewhat serious tone, "These people are thrown in here as soon as they get sick. People who come in only do one thing every day, and that is to count the time and live their lives. Even if Either he died of illness or he died of hunger!"

Zhu Leng was shocked. If the people who were still alive were imprisoned here, wouldn't they just wait to die? !

Even if you are not sick and live with these rotting, maggot-infested corpses every day, you will still be infected.

Zhu Leng was shocked and speechless.

"This corpse is also very weird. The surface of the body is intact and there are no fatal injuries. There is only a thumb-sized mouth on the neck. It seems to appear after death."

"Didn't the villagers say they had some strange disease? Why did they still need to check the wounds?"

Hearing this, Jing Chu did not answer, but looked at a rotting corpse and his empty stomach.

Then she found a fresh corpse, and she worshiped it devoutly.

Zhu Leng looked suspicious, "What are you doing?"

Jing Chu took out a small knife, squatted down and cut it open neatly. Seeing this, Zhu Leng couldn't help but feel nauseated.

Jing Chu, on the other hand, was very calm, "The law of heaven is clear. Someone has to speak for the dead."

"But don't they all die of illness?"

"You will know whether you will die of illness or not."

The knife quickly slashed across it, and the next second a stench rushed straight to the Tianling Gai.

Zhu Leng couldn't help but retreat one after another. Seeing Jing Chu's movements paused, he couldn't help but look at him curiously.

There was not a drop of blood where the knife had scratched, and his stomach was completely empty.

"What, what's going on?!"

(End of this chapter)