The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 346 Xiandao flood, Tianzhou relocation

  In the fishing village.

  Facing a Taoist priest with an unfamiliar face, the villagers were more vigilant, and soon several adult men with farm tools came forward to ask.

   Li Changsheng understood their vigilance very well. The more chaotic the world, the more bandits and robbers. Many times, if you can live in peace, few people are willing to be bandits and robbers, and most people are often forced by life.

   Today's Kyushu has not yet been in chaos, but years of disasters have long since returned to the peace of the past.

  One palace and two gates will take action to relieve disasters, and many disasters will be suppressed as soon as they emerge. But fighting a fire depends on the sky, and saving people depends on fate. Not every rescue can be done in time, and not everyone can be saved.

   Just like the Wu Dynasty, the Shangqing Palace responded very promptly. It was reported to itself at the first time, and at the same time it began to fall from other places.

   "This Taoist priest, what's the matter in our Huangjia Village?"

   "The poor Taoist wandered around here and ran out of dry food, so I came here to ask for some food."

   "The Taoist priest, please go to the next village. Our village has just been hit by a drought, and the family has no food."

   "Pimpedao can cure diseases and exchange food."

  Hearing that Li Changsheng can cure diseases, the villagers looked at each other and confirmed several times, and then hurriedly invited Li Changsheng into the village.

  Under great disasters, there must be plagues and diseases.

   No matter what era you are in, seeing a doctor is always extremely costly. In the Taiping era, ordinary people could afford to see a doctor. In today's world, ordinary people can only struggle to get sick.

   There are dozens of patients in the fishing village, and most of them are weak and suffering from cold and cold. The best treatment is nothing more than eating enough and drinking enough. This is a poor disease.

  Li Changsheng gave them an injection to supplement their vitality and blood. Although it could not keep them safe for the rest of their lives, it could at least help them tide over the difficulties.

   "Master Immortal, Master Immortal!"

  The villagers in the fishing village saw such a magical skill, and after being shocked, they knelt down and kowtowed continuously.

   "Pin Dao is neither a **** nor a master."

  Li Changsheng lifted them up with his hands, and then continued to treat the next patient, basically picking up a silver needle and pricking it at the Tianling Gai, and the needle cured the disease.

  In the blink of an eye, the patients in the fishing village were basically cured. Li Changsheng asked an old man alone for questioning.

   "How do you pay your taxes?"

   "Back to the Lord, our tax is not too heavy. Thirty one tax. Although these years have been full of disasters, they are still passable. If this was done a few years ago, we would have all starved to death."

   The answer was an old man with gray hair, whose bone age was over forty, which was already considered a long life in ancient society.

"What kind of emperor was that before? Today we want to build a forest garden, tomorrow we want to build a palace, and the day after tomorrow we want to see the imperial mausoleum. All of these require money and people, so the officials and lords took people everywhere to arrest strong men. Back then, there were not many in a village. Man, none of the people who were captured have come back."

  Li Changsheng took advantage of the situation and asked, "Then where is the emperor now?"

   "Dead, died a few years ago." The old man suddenly lowered his voice and whispered: "Although the court said that he died of illness, we all guess that he was killed by a fairy."

"After the death of the old emperor, the new emperor came up and changed from the original tax of ten to one of forty. In recent years, I heard that the gods are going to prepare for heavy rain, so now it is thirty one. Life is hard. It’s a bit late, but at least there’s still something to eat, if it’s the old emperor, we’re afraid we’ll all die.”

   "It's better for you immortals. If there were no immortals, you might not know how those officials would torment us."

  The old man already regarded Li Changsheng as a legendary immortal, but the immortal he mentioned did not refer to Li Changsheng specifically, but all the monks in the practice world.

  In the eyes of ordinary people in Kyushu, monks are basically good people. If there is any injustice, as long as you find the gods, you will be able to solve it.

  This is not because the current monks all have lofty moral character, but that they are divided between immortals and ordinary people, and those who often walk in the ordinary world are basically disciples of one palace and two sects. These three sects are all righteous sects, and the disciples in the sects have been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​protecting the world and the people since childhood.

   But by chance, the old man's call of immortal was not wrong.

   Li Changsheng saw the old man full of praise for the monk, so he couldn't help asking:

   "Old man, do you think it would be good for monks to govern the world?"

   "Uh... little old man, I am stupid and short-sighted, I don't know what a monk is."

   "It is the fairy in your mouth."

   "That's naturally very good, definitely better than those officials."

  Li Changsheng rejected their invitation to stay overnight, and set off to the next village

  Using the same reason to exchange medicine for food, a bowl of rice is not too much, a bite of cake is not too little, even a handful of wild vegetables are fine.

  It is not for eating, but for seeing the big from the small. If the people couldn't even get a bite to eat, then there would be no need for this dynasty to exist.

   Every year, the spiritual treasury will allocate some spiritual stone pills to the ordinary imperial court, and there are countless yellow and white ones. The benefit to them is to make them less troublesome to the common people. Today, natural disasters continue, but food is sufficient.

  Toshi has fought for Kyushu for 5 years, and these 5 years are preparations for the next 10 years.

  Li Changsheng's speed is very fast, he just walked out of the village on his front foot and came to another village on his back foot. In a few days, he can walk hundreds of villages and more than a dozen counties. Without talking to the locals, he can cover 1/10 of a dynasty's territory in a day.

  When you encounter monsters along the way, you will kill them, and if you encounter patients, you will treat them.

  The Qi Dynasty where he lived was generally not bad, at least there was no famine, and most people still had something to eat, and some villages even entertained him with chicken, duck and fish.

  Li Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, and took a small boat along the Tao River to the next dynasty.

   At the same time, after more than a month, the news of the abolition of the Wu Dynasty finally reached the Qi Dynasty. Suddenly the government and the public were shaken. The emperor ordered a thorough inspection of the granary, and countless officials were ransacked and questioned.

   If any granary is short of food, there is no need for any investigation. If the local parents do not return the food, they will be executed on the spot by the imperial envoy.

  The emperor of the Qi Dynasty seemed to be crazy, and issued one imperial decree after another, and the army of the whole country ran around in a mess.

  As long as it involves greed for food, no matter what royal relatives, relatives, aristocratic families, they will kill them without mercy. If it were the ministers in the usual imperial court, they would not allow the emperor to behave like this, and the local aristocratic families are not soft persimmons.

  The emperor's actions will only anger the scholar class of the entire country, which will lead to violent turmoil and even assassination. The emperor also had no way to act recklessly, and there were very few emperors who could truly achieve supremacy.

  But it’s different now, it’s about the country, and the emperor wants to get food back if he fights to the death.

  Because the Wu Dynasty has set an example for him, if the food is not recovered, Daqi will also change the dynasty.

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  After the Wu Dynasty.

  Later Wu is close to the Taojiang River, which was the most fertile place in Kyushu in peacetime, but now it has turned into a vast ocean.

  The farmland has been washed away, leaving only barren beaches.

  The sky began to drizzle, and Li Changsheng walked on the muddy road wearing a bamboo hat. Along the way, most of the villages are ghost villages, the houses are empty, except for a few hungry mice with red eyes.

  Large tracts of land are uninhabited, and there are no longer continuous stretches of wheat fields in the past.

  He couldn't help speeding up his pace, and finally met a group of people who were on their way. There were dozens of people in total, and everyone was ragged and skinny.

  Li Changsheng distributed all the dry food on his body to them, but he didn't have enough food on the way, so he traveled thousands of miles and caught a wild boar. This might be the last pig in the land of thousands of miles.

  The flood not only affected the human race, but other creatures were also affected, and even perished. For example, the East China Sea at this time is already a pot of hot soup, and it is difficult for ordinary creatures to survive.

   After everyone had eaten and regained some strength, Li Changsheng asked, "Where are the people here?"

   "They all ran away."

  The respondent's eyes were full of brilliance, but the next moment he was shrouded in endless numbness.

   There is a kind of bitterness called numbness.

"The flood tide ebbed and flowed and flooded hundreds of miles of land in three years. We also ran hundreds of miles and barely survived with the food provided by the court. Then we found a place to continue farming and reclaim wasteland. I thought I can have a bite in the coming year. I didn’t expect the water to recede again, and most of the fields have no water to irrigate.”

  Hou Wu is not in a place where the sky and the earth are changing most violently. The rainfall is relatively normal, and it will not last for three years. But the Taojiang River they rely on for survival runs through the entire Kyushu. It rains heavily in the upper reaches and floods in the lower reaches.

  Tao River is like a monster that swallows everything. Three years of heavy rain can swell hundreds of miles, and it will recede after three years of severe drought.

  Li Changsheng remained silent for a while, then asked, "Where did you escape to?"

   "I fled to the imperial capital, where there is food to eat. If I can run, I will live. If I can't escape, I can only wait to die."

  Li Changsheng sent them to Houwu Huangdu, an incomparably huge capital. At this time, half of it was submerged in water, and the other half was crowded with refugees.

  The city was full of death, and countless corpses were carried out to be burned every day.

   Plague.

  Li Changsheng stood in the air, and the soft breath like a spring breeze enveloped the entire city. He waved his hand lightly, and a spring breeze hit, blowing away all the pain.

  He did not save people in a leisurely manner like in the past, but directly penetrated the human body with great magic power to drive away the pain.

  Although he counted his fingers later, he found the Emperor Wu in an instant.

  I saw an old man with gray hair and wearing coarse linen kneeling in the soil, carefully rubbing a rice plant. Once the emperor was like an old farmer in the country, his skin was dark, his hair was messy, and his body was muddy.

  Li Changsheng turned his attention to the rice that the other party was holding in both hands. The rice was plump, and the roots contained a trace of spiritual energy, but the rice had no spirituality.

   Rice with aura is not uncommon, and it is basically spiritual rice cultivated by the sect of practice. It can be used for food, as an adjuvant to elixir, or even used to form formations.

  Rice contains air of water and soil, which can reconcile yin and yang and five elements.

   But this rice is different, it just uses aura as nutrition, and the rice produced has no aura.

   "Where did this rice come from?" Li Changsheng asked.

  After this moment, Emperor Wu was bewildered. He looked up and saw an ordinary face. He was puzzled and guarded at first, and then his eyes widened slightly.

   "Immortal?"

  The portraits of living immortals are basically kept by ordinary emperors, and some emperors with perseverance and ability have even participated in the Guanghan Banquet in the practice world. Although they basically sit at the bottom of the table, they can see Li Changsheng's appearance through the projection spell of the Moon Palace.

  Emperor Hou Wu came back to his senses, quickly turned around and knelt in the mud, and said: "Emperor Hou Wu, pay homage to the immortal, and ask the immortal to save my people in Great Wu!"

   "Pindao will save you, you get up first." Li Changsheng pointed to the rice in the soil, "You cultivated this rice?"

   "I discovered it by accident." Emperor Wu replied.

   "It only needs a little spiritual energy to produce plump rice grains. And its roots are very long, which can be inserted deep into the ground and will not be washed away by heavy rain."

  Li Changsheng picked up the rice, pulled it up slightly, and saw that the roots of the rice were more than ten meters long.

   "This thing is the opportunity to escape one of them."

  Li Changsheng stopped in Houwu, and he and the emperor of Houwu jointly studied this rice plant.

  Although most of the time the Empress Wu was in charge, and could not get involved in research at all, it may be a great honor for him to live with the legendary immortal.

  For thousands of years, the Kyushu people have grown up listening to the legends of immortals. Whether it is in the world of practice or in the common world, there are stories of living immortals. People may not know his face, but they must have heard of his deeds.

  When a person has existed for thousands of years, he will be remembered and looked up to by everyone.

   "Master Immortal, do we still have hope? When will this flood recede?"

   "Don't worry, there are poor people."

"Master Immortal, the rice has grown, and it will be ripe in just two months! However, this rice will consume a lot of spirit stones. A medium-grade spirit stone can only support half an acre of land, and three pieces will be changed every month. So After conversion, this rice is more expensive than gold."

   "Don't worry, Pindao will solve it."

"Immortal, look at this rice, a single spiritual stone can support an acre of land. Your ability is unbelievable. It's just that I heard that some monks don't want to use spiritual stones to farm. After all, they want to feed the whole world. I'm afraid it will require a lot of spirit stones, which will affect the cultivation of the gods."

   "Don't worry, Pindao agrees."

"Immortal, the old minister's lifespan is over, and you have not changed at all. Father is right. The seasons change from winter to autumn, but you are the only one who remains unchanged. Father also said that if the world is in trouble, I beg you. Please." Please, please...save my people, we just...just want to eat."

   "Heaven kills my great Wu, heaven kills my human race!"

  The only emperor in the world who knew how to farm dropped his arm, and another person left. Li Changsheng couldn't remember which number it was.

  Emperor Wu lived with him for only one year, even in the sense of time of ordinary people. But the length of time has long since lost its meaning to him. He recognized the old emperor for a day, a hundred years, even a thousand years.

  Because a day will pass He will not die, a hundred years will not pass, and a thousand years will still exist.

  It's just an old man's Western speech, with a voice and appearance just like yesterday.

  Li Changsheng closed his eyes, and said lightly: "Don't worry, there is a poor man."

  The breeze blows from the window, and the rice on the potted plants moves with the wind, shaking its full grains gently.

  ———

  The 32nd year of the Sendo flood.

  The majestic heavy rain came again. This time, it lasted for more than 9 months. Countless rivers turned into wild dragons, engulfing everything around them. The valleys turned into rivers, the plains turned into vast oceans, and everything in the past was buried in the torrential flood.

   Li Changsheng waved his hand, and the rushing mountain torrent diverted its course. Countless mortals under his feet walked towards the plateau like ants, and people fell down constantly along the way. At the beginning, people still had enough energy to take care of the wounded, but later it became a hasty burial, and finally they didn't even look at it.

  Unless a loved one falls, people will ignore it indifferently.

   And monks don't have much spare power, all their mana is used to protect mortals from wind and rain. Let the rain not deprive them of their body temperature, let the torrents sweep them away, and let the road under their feet become smooth.

  The rest of the long journey to Tianzhou requires mortals to walk step by step.

  Li Changsheng could take away millions of people, but not tens of millions. The entire cultivation world could take away tens of millions of people, but there were still tens of millions of people left.

   Someone proposed to take only a few million people, and leave the rest to fend for themselves. Even if the tens of thousands of Liming people in the world are all dead, as long as their monks are still in the human race, they will not die.

   Just like the past years, it is not that the human race has not faced disaster. Generally, in the face of such a catastrophe, there are great practitioners who lead a small number of people to escape. Even if there are only hundreds of thousands, or even tens of thousands of people left in the end, it will be another prosperous world after thousands of years.

  No one has ever taken tens of millions of people to flee, and it is unknown how many people will die along the way. Even if they fled to Tianzhou, the weather there is harsh and the soil is barren, so they can't support so many people at all.

  Since they are all going to die, why not let them fend for themselves. It's better to die a quicker death than to take Tianzhou and struggle hard.

   There is no need to work hard for mortals, it is enough for their monks to last for decades, this is life.

  Since the practice world has taken over the mortal world, various opinions about abandoning mortals have emerged in an endless stream, especially in recent years, and there are even similar remarks within the first palace and the two sects. Especially when the Tianzhou migration plan came out, more than half of the Kyushu Yuanying people opposed it.

   Li Changsheng only used two sentences to convince them.

  The first sentence is "Pindao wants to save the world."

  The second sentence is "Who objects?"

   So far, no one objected, and the people all over the world began to migrate to the Tianzhou plateau. Maybe a lot of people will die in this process, maybe less than half of the people will reach the Tianzhou Plateau in the end, maybe they will die, get tired, and feel pain.

   If you are afraid, you can not go, no one will force them.

  Li Changsheng was just giving them a chance.

  Boom!

  A mountain range blocking the way to the Tianzhou Plateau was cut off by a cold light, and then there was a burst of shaking, and the huge mountain range was slowly lifted up.

  I saw a Taoist man in Tsing Yi bathed in the divine light. Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of millions of Liming people, he raised the mountain with one hand, and a road to the sky appeared in front of them.

  There are nine sufferings in the world, I will remove eight of them, and the remaining one still needs to be overcome by sentient beings.

  (end of this chapter)