The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 349 He alone, namely Taiping (six thousand chapters)

  The Tianzhou Plateau has the least rainfall in the entire Kyushu, and it can even be said to be a blessing in disguise.

  In the past, the plateau was short of water, and basically could only survive on the few rivers left by the melting icebergs and snow. In the past, there were very few people living here, and most of them were small nomadic tribes.

  Because there are few people, monks seldom come and go here, which makes monsters rampant, and nomadic tribes will not go deep into Tianzhou.

  However, it is different now. Due to the heavy rain, the precipitation in Tianzhou has been rising, and many places are covered with lush green grass. Under the scouring of rainwater, the plateau will become a new plain, a piece of fertile soil, and a place full of vitality.

   But this process is long, maybe 100 years, maybe 200 years, maybe longer.

  At the same time, 20 million human races migrated to Tianzhou, spreading human civilization all over the plateau, and countless cities sprung up.

  However, turning the plateau into a new fertile land is just an unattainable expectation. What is really facing the human race is the cruel reality of food shortage.

   Every time at this time, a protracted war will break out, and the human race will rise up everywhere, cutting their blades at each other until the plateau can feed the rest of the people.

  The same is true for the many creatures of all races in the world. As long as there is a shortage of food, compatriots will kill each other.

  Li Changsheng was surrounded by a group of bandits holding knives. Some of them were officers and soldiers of the major dynasties of the former Kyushu, some were people from the Jianghu, and some were farmers. Today, under the torrent of the times, everyone is left with naked ferocity.

  There is red light in the eyes, blood on the corner of the mouth, resentment in the belly, and cannibalism.

  In the practice world, many ghosts and ghosts are essentially the resentment of living beings, so there will be monsters rampant in troubled times. It is human greed and madness driven by the environment that really give birth to demons.

   In troubled times, the devil cannot survive without madness.

  The light of the sword rises, the light of thunder appears, and the troubles of soldiers and bandits are wiped out like masts and sculls.

  The cool wind from the plateau blew by, and ashes flew under the hem of the Taoist's clothes, leaving only one leader with a broken knife.

  He sat slumped on the ground, looking at the Taoist with fear on his face,

   "Which city are you from? Why did you become a bandit here? And why no one cares about you?"

The bandit leader with a ferocious face was already scared to pee at this moment. Facing the calm and indifferent eyes of the Taoist, he could hardly control his mind, so he could only reply stammeringly: "Second-class deep city, we are ordered to kill people passing by here. People, reserve army. Army rations to prepare for future competition for the world”

   Halfway through the speech, the bandit leader's face was completely pale, and he only felt boundless fear engulfing himself.

   "Whose order? How can we fight for the world?"

   "The Lord of Shencheng, he said that the gods and lords don't want this world anymore, and they don't plan to control us mortals. The food in each city is not enough for a year, so the extra people must be killed."

   "Now the whole state is spreading the word that the gods want to reduce the number of people who eat. I heard those **** masters say it a year ago."

   "The little one was also forced to be helpless, begging for mercy on the little one's life, please show mercy"

  With a sigh, the bandit leader was instantly reduced to fly ash.

  They may be forced to become bandits, or they may be out of selfish desires. The dust of the times fell on mortals like a giant mountain, overwhelming everyone.

  The same is true for monks. Under the changes in the laws of heaven and earth, most monks actually follow the trend.

  Li Changsheng will not blame them, whether they are monks or mortals. Don't ask others to take on more responsibilities than you can handle, and don't blame others for avoiding them.

   It's just that some things need someone to carry them after all.

  The Taoist looked up at the vast sky, his eyes were deep and far away, there were endless stars in the sky, and among the stars was a star named Soldier, which was opening a road to him.

   Soldiers are born.

  This is the way of endless life, the way of reincarnation for all things in the world.

  As long as he can master it, he can make the grass and trees in a radius of a hundred miles luxuriant in a single thought, and he can be reborn with a drop of blood even if he survives.

   "Soldiers grow, soldiers live."

  Li Changsheng withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward with his head bowed. In the vision invisible to the creatures of heaven and earth, wisps of law above Zhoutian fell on a person.

   This is something that countless strong people have dreamed of throughout the ages. For others, this is a blessing from heaven, and this is enlightenment.

  But Li Changsheng just shook his head and refused.

  Two thousand years ago, he already understood that what is right is not his own way, so why do he do it again?

  Li Changsheng waved his hand slightly, and sowed his own way in this desert. A little bit of starlight is like a prairie fire, which will burn out this troubled world for a while.

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  An old poplar tree, the branches are covered with white silk, and each white silk hangs a corpse, and the corpses are all old people.

  An old man also held a piece of white silk, and hung it on the tree with difficulty, then stepped on the bench, stretched his neck and moved his feet.

   With a plop, the old man fell straight to the ground, and the white silk fell off the sheath and fell into the hands of a Taoist.

   "Old man, why commit suicide?"

  The old man squinted his eyes and stared at it for a long time. He could only vaguely see a figure, but he didn't know who it was.

   But it's not important anymore, he replied with a slightly numb tone: "I'm old, I can't do a job, I can't do a job after two bites of food. Living is also a trouble for the family, why don't you find a broken tree and hang it on it."

  Li Changsheng looked up at the dead bodies hanging on the tree, and asked, "These people also committed suicide?"

"Some are, some are not, but they are all caused by lack of food. In the past, with the help of gods and masters, even patches of barren land can be planted. A mu of land can produce 20 tons of rice. Although half of it needs to be harvested hand in, but the food that can be obtained can feed a family of five.”

  The old man had a little aftertaste on his face, recalling the fragrance of the rice, and smiled unconsciously at the corner of his mouth.

   "I, after living for so many years, this is the first time I can often eat dry food. Now that the gods and masters are gone, there is no food to grow in the fields, so I should go too."

  Tianzhou’s tax is ten to five, which sounds scary, but compared to the astonishing yield per mu, the people get more food than before. After all, this is a field supported by spiritual energy, and the output must be far higher than that of ordinary rice fields.

   But spiritual energy is not inexhaustible, and monks can't guard the fields day and night. Without the support of spiritual energy, the fields in today's state can be described as barren, and they can only rely on the grain stored in the first few years to survive.

  Of course the old man doesn't understand these things, but he can see the difficulties of the world.

   "It's better to be alive than to be dead." Li Changsheng said, "Just bear with it for a while."

   "Dead is better. If you live to this age, there is no need to waste food. Young people, you should also prepare early. It is best to enter the fairy gate, otherwise the only way left is to become a bandit."

  As the old man said, he hung up the white silk again, stretched his neck and kicked his legs, and hung it upright. Before he could die, Bai Ling died again.

  "Old man, it's better to be alive than to commit suicide. It will get better. Go back and tell your family, tell everyone, next spring."

  A pair of warm hands lifted the old man up, and the cloudy eyes became clear. It was an ordinary face with a smile like a spring breeze.

  It looks like the wandering Taoist in the fishing village many years ago, very similar, very similar.

   "The poor road promises you a million hectares of fertile land."

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   "Where's your father?"

   “Was washed away by the flood two years ago.”

   "Where's your mother?"

   "She remarried to someone else. I was afraid of causing trouble to him, so I ran to the orphanage by myself."

   "Then why are you running out again now?"

"Because there is no food in the orphanage, the adults are saying that the gods don't want us anymore. Without the gods, there will be no food in the fields, and everyone will starve if they can't grow food. The gods will choose some Talented children are taken to a place where they can eat, but unfortunately I didn't choose it."

  A Taoist in Tsing Yi sat with a child in the corner of the alley, watching the people coming and going outside. The child was gnawing on the coarse pancakes given by the Taoist priest, eating it with such joy that his eyes narrowed.

  Different from the joyful look of the child after eating, everyone outside looked lifeless, and an indescribable sense of oppression shrouded the city.

  People can feel that the monks are slowly disappearing. Without the monks to guide the spiritual energy into the farmland, it is difficult to grow enough food with the efforts of mortals. The cultivation of spiritual rice requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and it requires careful care on weekdays.

   It is not just a matter of throwing spiritual stones down casually to thrive, and more requires the joint efforts of monks and mortals.

   is responsible for guiding the spiritual energy, and mortals are responsible for taking care of the spiritual rice, both are indispensable.

  Because the monks escorted the mortals all the way during the Great Migration, many people became dependent on the monks. Regardless of the character of the monk, as long as he is a monk, he can be respected and loved by mortals.

  The common people know who saved them.

  This dependence is also the root cause of their confusion. After the monk disappeared, everyone was full of despair about the future.

  Li Changsheng leaned against the wall, looked at the hazy drizzle that kept falling from the sky, and said, "What if the immortal master you speak of doesn't want you anymore?"

  The child suddenly stopped talking, and reluctantly returned the half-eaten pancake to Li Changsheng, with a little saliva still dripping from it.

  He said cautiously: "I'll eat less, sir, can you leave us alone?"

  In his inexperienced knowledge, those who wear Taoist robes are all gods, such as the **** master in front of him. Although the clothes are very simple, not as radiant as other gods, maybe not as powerful as those flying around, but he is still a god.

   "I'm not a master of immortals, but a Taoist priest with no family or sect." Li Changsheng shook his head slightly.

   "You are!"

  The child's voice was slightly raised, and he said with certainty: "Mother said that only the gods and gods will give us food. Because they don't need to eat, they will share the food with us."

  In a child’s worldview, those who don’t eat or starve are gods, and only gods can distribute precious food to people they don’t know.

   "Can you leave us alone, I will try to eat as little as possible, and I will never be greedy."

  Facing the bright and dark eyes of the child, Li Changsheng showed a gentle smile, reached out and patted his head, and said in a gentle and gentle voice, "Okay, the poor will not ignore you, but you also have to be self-reliant."

   "How to be self-reliant?"

   "I will teach you a method. If you practice it well, you will help the world. If you fail to practice it, eat well and don't starve to death, okay?"

"Um!"

  At the entrance of the alley, a beautiful figure appeared holding a bamboo umbrella.

  Long and flowing hair, face wrapped in light gauze, bright eyes and white teeth, dressed in pure white palace attire like a fairy on the moon. People around turned a blind eye to this woman, and everyone who walked past her would consciously move away.

  If there are monks of Nascent Soul level here, they will recognize this great power. She is the Taiyin fairy who is famous all over the world and known as the number one beauty in Kyushu. However, since this fairy has become more and more refined, the title of the so-called number one beauty has gradually been replaced by Xingjun.

  Strength is the foundation of everything, Taiyin Xingjun can overwhelm most of the strong in the world just by his aura.

  In the final analysis, although the title of beauty is a compliment, it is a little more ridiculed and dissatisfied to call it a strong person.

  The Taoist in Tsing Yi waved his hands away, and the children in the alley kept waving. Fairy Taiyin took two steps forward and put the bamboo umbrella on top of his head, and the two of them disappeared into the crowd just like that. For a child, it may be a life-changing adventure, but for Li Changsheng, it is a matter of little effort.

  Li Changsheng and Taiyin Fairy ride the clouds and fog in the nine heavens, overlooking the many city-states in Tianzhou and the stretches of spiritual fields.

   Today's fields lack the care of monks, and they are not as vibrant as they were a year ago. Although there are still many fruits, half of them are empty shells.

   Fairy Taiyin said in an ethereal and gentle voice, "Prince Immortal, those people should be killed."

   "Who should be killed?"

   "The person who is forcing the palace in the Shangqing Palace."

   "Why?"

  "They don't respect the law of immortality, they get the result and don't pay back the cause. Now the crumbling of the human race is due to them, and if you let them go on like this, your efforts over the years will be in vain."

   Fairy Taiyin's eyes were a little cold, and a murderous intent traveled across thousands of miles and descended on the Shangqing Palace.

   Those cultivators who stood outside the gate of the Shangqing Palace and lowered their heads were tense, their foreheads were slightly sweating, and they felt the killing intent from a certain God of Transformation.

  Hua Shen is not good at fighting skills, after all, he is Hua Shen, and it is definitely not something that a group of Nascent Souls can resist. Even if it's just a random release of killing intent, it can affect the energy of heaven and earth, making them fall into an ice abyss, and those who are still inexperienced will even be unable to move.

   In Fairy Taiyin’s opinion, these people deserve to die. If the little Taoist priest Qingxuan hadn’t stopped her, she would have killed these people on the spot, so the problem would be solved.

  The Immortal Elder must have enough spirit stones if he wants to save the mortals in the world. As long as this sect is completely wiped out, there will be enough spirit stones. Fairy Taiyin doesn't care if it's right or not, she's not a human being, and she doesn't have any sense of identity with those fairy sects, as long as the fairy elders are happy.

   "It shouldn't be their responsibility, they have done enough." Li Changsheng shook his head.

   "If today's troubled times are beyond what people can bear, they are nothing more than ordinary people."

   Kyushu monks have been working for the world for more than 30 years, and have never harmed anyone. Now they are doing their best to give up in order to practice. If they don't practice, countless years of hard work will be in vain, and eventually they will not live forever and turn into a pinch of loess.

  Ordinary people, in order to have a bite to eat, or fall into the grass to harm others, or hang upside down poplar trees to kill themselves.

   It's all about living.

   "Go and tell them that they can go back to the mountains, and don't have to pay attention to this troubled world, and don't have to feel guilty. All this is the intention of the poor, and it's all the selfishness of the poor."

   Fairy Taiyin frowned slightly, but in the face of Li Changsheng's resolute tone, she could only agree in the end.

   "Immortal Elder, I am ready to receive hundreds of thousands of mortals. Let them recuperate at the foot of the Moon Palace for more than a hundred years, and it will be another prosperous world."

"Um."

  Li Changsheng just nodded slightly, and then did not reply. That calm and indifferent expression has never changed. I don't know if he has decided to give up most mortals, or he has already seen through the world of mortals.

   Fairy Taiyin left.

  She came to the Shangqing Palace with a little anger, and all the monks gathered outside the mountain gate bowed their heads out of fear. But for the inheritance of the sect, for their own practice, and for their disciples and grandchildren.

   All cultivators must get rid of mortals, otherwise they will have no hope of practicing and stop their practice.

   No one knows when the heavy rain will stop, and no one knows how long they will have to work for mortals?

   This lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the invisible coercion dissipated.

   A cold voice came from the sky.

   "Pass down the decree of the immortals, all cultivators in Kyushu can return to the mountains on their own, and you don't need to bear this world."

   All the cultivators were stunned for a moment, then bowed their heads deeply, and said in unison: "Thank you for your kindness."

   Master Yunhua and many sect leaders left Tianzhou, they flew over one earth city after another, no one looked down at those mortals.

  Because no one can afford these mortals, not in the cultivation world, not in them, maybe even immortals.

  Boom!

   Just when the cultivators had just left the boundary of Tianzhou, the sky and the earth shook suddenly, and the earth trembled, as if an unparalleled terrifying existence opened its long-silent eyes.

   Those were a pair of deep and calm eyes, quietly overlooking the world.

  Boom!

   There was a thunder, and a hole was pierced in the drizzle of the sky.

  Twenty million mortals in Tianzhou, all cultivators of immortality, fairies of Taiyin, and Taoists of Qingxuan all looked up. Even the East China Sea that has turned into hot soup, the green hills that cannot escape the world, and the ancient sacred mountain that has been burned by the fire, all the top beings have to look up.

  I saw a Taoist in Tsing Yi stepping into the sky, ascending to the sky.

  Li Changsheng stepped lightly on his feet, muttering the edict in his mouth, and said: "Soldiers are born and grow."

   Above the sky, the sky is flickering.

  It is a vast and vigorous will, as if it is a collection of all living beings in the world, and it is like the years from ancient times to the present.

  The thunder is mighty, and the thunder is rolling.

  This is God's punishment, and those who defy the sky will be defeated!

   Taoist was instantly shrouded in thunder, and a sun composed of thunder appeared with him as the center, and all creatures, no matter how much they cultivated, trembled under the breath of heaven's punishment.

   Fairy Taiyin suddenly understood Li Changsheng's meaning, one person's intention, one's own selfishness.

  The head of the fairy wants to take care of the world alone. How is this possible? It might not be possible for others, but if it is a fairy elder, he must have a way, and if there is no way, he will forcefully open the sky.

   It's just like renewing one's own life by refining alchemy back then.

  She suddenly turned her head and yelled at Taoist Qingxuan who was still in a daze: "Little Taoist priest, the immortal elder wants to continue the world with his life, help me and I want to stop the immortal elder."

"good!"

  Qingxuan agreed without hesitation, and passed all his mana to Fairy Taiyin.

  I saw a ray of moonlight soaring into the sky, plunged into the boundless thunder disaster. Tianlei's attack regardless of friend or foe was above the moonlight, Fairy Taiyin just wanted to burn her soul and lifespan when she was pushed out by another force.

   Fairy Taiyin knew that this was Li Changsheng's work. She wanted to continue to break through again, but she was frozen in place the next second.

  A meek voice came: "Rabbit, you can't bear such a punishment from God."

  Zheng!

  A little bit of cold light flashed, and thousands of thunders were cut open in an instant.

  The Taoist in Tsing Yi stood above the nine heavens, his black hair was turning white one by one, and his aura showed signs of weakness for the first time.

  Even if it was against the catastrophe and suppressed Moyuan back then, it never had such a breath.

   Burn life, risk your life to protect life.

   Fairy Taiyin's eyes were red, and she roared, "Could it be that you can afford to be the head of the fairy?! Why do you like mortals so much and this **** world, can't you think about it for yourself!"

"I?"

  Li Changsheng slowly raised his hand, and the Heavenly Sword started.

  Unknowingly, this sword has carried too many memories of me. Although I don't use a sword, I have a lot of fate with those who use it.

  The memory that had been buried for thousands of years suddenly broke out at this time. At that time, a woman with a sword asked herself: Brother Li has such a skill, why didn't he ask the sword world, why didn't he seize the universe?

  At that time, I answered yes, a wanderer in the mountains cannot save the world, only the people in front of me.

   Later, another group of knights with swords asked themselves: Sword Master, can we save the world?

  At that time, my answer was yes.

   "Why does Pindao want to save the world? For fame, for profit, or to make up for past regrets? To cover up his past powerlessness? Hehe, it seems a bit vulgar to say that, and it seems incomplete."

  Li Changsheng asked himself why he wanted to save the world, and why he insisted on saving these irrelevant people?

  In the end, the answers he got were figures that had passed away long ago, from Qingshui Village, parents and wives, Mrs. Wei, wontons on the street, farmers who invited him to drink, and children smiling at him.

  It is Xue Ye, a disciple of Jianzong, and a monk and Taoist Tuer.

  Four thousand years of cultivation, what you cultivate is the world, what you cultivate is the world of mortals, and what you cultivate is human beings.

  Tianxia is no longer a synonym for Li Changsheng, it is an old man, a newcomer, and the footprints he has stepped on in the world.

  The mind of the Dao is clear, and it will not change after thousands of difficulties, and it will not be destroyed after ten thousand kalpas.

  Li Changsheng held the Heavenly Sword against his wrist, and with the sword clanging, he finally gave his answer to the world and all beings.

   "Four thousand years of cultivating the truth, but what I want to protect is peace for the rest of my life, so the poor can afford it."

  The Taoist opened his eyes slightly, the heavenly sword pierced his wrist, and the immortal blood spilled into the sky and the earth, and when the ground fell, a river was born, and when the river passed by, rice was born.

  In the desolate land of Tianzhou, the golden wheat fields continue to grow like a prairie fire, until they reach the border of Tianzhou, until they can withstand this natural disaster.

  His voice is mighty, spreading throughout the world, blowing into the arms of all living beings like a spring breeze.

   "Poverty Li Changsheng, continue to live for the world, and make peace again!"

  Countless creatures in the world looked up at the Taoist, and were not intimidated by his divine light, but wrapped in warmth.

  He alone is Taiping.

  (end of this chapter)