There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 29 A short break (please read and collect)
  After Xia Yao was silent for more than ten seconds after Feng Miao finished talking about human trafficking, he said: "All the clues on my side point to Shen Dong, the Prime Minister of Shu County, but fellow Daoist Guangxuan said that this person cannot be moved... After searching the mountain this time , he is also going to be promoted to the magistrate of Fucheng!"

Feng Miao didn't care about this. She responded casually: "Then don't worry about it. Let's just cultivate our way. The more we worry about mundane trivial matters, the more upset we will be. When the time comes, the inner demons will invade us, which will be very detrimental to our practice."

Xia Yao ignored Feng Miao's words, looked at Wang Ping and said, "Is this really the only way this can happen?"

Wang Ping was a little surprised by Xia Yao's reaction. He had always thought that Xia Yao was much more rational than Feng Miao, but now it seemed that she was the most emotional person.

"Where do you stand when considering this issue?" Wang Ping asked softly.

This question really stopped Xia Yao. She closed her eyes and thought quietly. Feng Miao stopped talking and meditated on the spot to regain her energy.

Wang Ping looked at Xia Yao seriously, and Yu Lian said in his spiritual sea at this moment: "She also practiced Shinto!"

"Shinto?"

Shinto...the way of the saints practiced by the royal family.

That's it!

In fact, the way of the saints is not Shinto at all, but a means used by the royal family to whitewash Shinto.

The so-called saints... are indeed most suitable to be emperors or kings, but as long as a saint accepts the throne of emperor or king, he is no longer a saint.

It's very contradictory, but it's true.

Every time Wang Ping thinks about Shinto, many Taoist classic records will appear in his mind, and he will laugh at himself in the end.

The way of a saint is not something he can understand...

Soon, Wang Ping also fell into meditation and regained his energy. This time, the camp was quiet for a long time.

Late at night, Xia Yao woke up from his trance, sighed, returned to his previous indifference and tranquility, and whispered: "I can't find a position yet!"

Feng Miao immediately opened her eyes, stared at Xia Yao in the darkness and said: "If you ask me, you don't have to worry about it. If you really want to have an opinion about the county magistrate, I have at least ten ways to make him disappear silently. Anyway, He is not considered a good person, so if we kill him, we will be doing harm to the people!"

Wang Ping praised Feng Miao in his heart, casual things should be done casually, and there would be almost no causal involvement later, because they and the county magistrate were from different walks of life.

Xia Yao nodded and said: "It is indeed a good idea, but I want to know what is going on with this chess piece!"

"What else can he be used for?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I just want to see it. Training is boring anyway, so let's just treat it as a little game."

The short conversation between the three ended here, and then they entered meditation one after another.

morning.

As a gust of autumn wind poured into the camp, Guangxuan walked in...

Wang Ping and the other three heard the noise and woke up one after another from their trance. They heard Guang Xuan say: "The little demons on the outside have almost been cleaned up. Most of the demons have retreated to the depths. I estimate that they will be able to find their lair in two days at most. When the time comes, we will be able to see how many shady activities there are in this mountain forest."

Watching Guang Xuan leave, Wang Ping expressed the doubts deep in his heart: "With the power of Daozang Palace, we can easily destroy the monsters in the Xia Kingdom, and even completely cut off the aura of the mountains and forests, making it impossible for them to reproduce, but Why bother?"

He had seen the power of the mystic monks above the clouds yesterday, and this question had been flashing in his mind.

"As the sixth seat of Daozang Palace, you don't even know this?" Feng Miao did not forget to ridicule him.

"I spend most of my time in meditation!"

"Ha ha…"

Feng Miao was laughing at Wang Ping again, but then she raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't know either, but it shouldn't be difficult to guess. For example, I can definitely deal with the monsters in an area now, but will you do this if you have nothing to do?"

All things can be easily explained on your own behalf. But Wang Ping felt that this was not the case, but he did not dwell on it any longer. The three of them continued to meditate, waiting for the search team to bring back good news.
  Noon the next day.

Wang Ping sorted out the evil spirits on his body, adjusted his mentality and walked out of the tent. The sea breeze outside was strong, the sky was dim, and it looked like it was about to rain heavily.

Militiamen staying in the camp are digging a temporary ditch to deal with the accumulation of water caused by heavy rains.

After two days of cutting down the forest in the north, a long road into the mountain was created, and temporary sentry towers were built twenty miles away.

"Brother!" Wang Kang came over with a female disciple. His left arm was injured, which was caused by the previous battle.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. I'll be fine after I go back to recuperate for a while. When I pass by Senior Brother Su's house, he will definitely be jealous."

This kid is still the same as before, and has not changed much because of this battle, because in his subconscious, fighting monsters is as natural as drinking water and eating.

Wang Ping looked at this junior brother's smiling face, his expression also full of smiles.

Then, he focused his gaze on the female disciple next to his junior brother for a while, and then looked at the notice board that had just been erected in the center of the camp. Just now he saw a county officer posted a notice...

The signboard was made this morning. After the battle the day before yesterday, part of the militia group continued to search the mountain, while the rest were busy expanding the camp. They really ran it as a village.

"Senior brother, do you still remember General Liu Yue whom I told you many years ago?"

"Remember!"

"The notice has just been issued. The imperial court has imprisoned all one hundred and three members of General Liu Yue's family for treason. I heard that they will be executed next month!"

"How is that possible?" Xia Yao's voice came from the tent, and then she walked out in disbelief.

"Everyone has posted a notice!" Wang Kang pointed at the notice board.

"General Liu Yue received a military order from the Ministry of War on the third day of last month to lead an expedition to the North with [-] troops. How could the imperial court imprison his entire family for treason at such a time!"

Xia Yao walked towards the notice board as he spoke.

At this time, a Sanheguan Qi practitioner holding a long sword walked quickly from the entrance of the camp to Wang Ping, clasped his fists and said: "Taoist Master Changqing, the mountain search team in front discovered the gathering place of monsters. Master Guangxuan Uncle asked me to take you over."

When Wang Ping was about to answer, heavy footsteps came from behind. It was Feng Miao. She opened the tent door and said, "Let's go then. We wasted a lot of time here. If we finish early, we can go back early!" "

...

The heavy rain fell half an hour after Wang Ping, Feng Miao and Xia Yao entered the forest, but their pace did not slow down.

Two hours later.

The sky was already darkening slightly, and Wang Ping, the three of them, and the Qi practitioner leading the way landed outside a makeshift camp in the mountains and forests.

When Wang Ping entered the camp, the first thing he saw was Guang Xuan handing out pills under the dim light. When he got up and walked over, Guang Xuan also spotted him, and they both walked towards each other when they looked at each other.

As they approached, Guangxuan introduced: "The gathering place of the monsters should be on the mountain peak in front. The locals call this place the Red Mountain, because in autumn, the entire mountain looks red when viewed from a distance."

“That’s a redwood tree, right?”

"Correct!"

"We have conducted reconnaissance and found that there are not many monsters in the lair. This time we have learned our lesson and plan to attack overnight without giving them a chance to breathe. If there are spoils, as agreed in advance, Sanheguan will take [-]% of it and Qianmu will take [-]% of it. If you’re interested, you can also choose some.”

(End of this chapter)