What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 86 The Price of Pastoral Songs

The wind blows gently on the body.

Below him, mountains and rivers, idyllic mountain villages, densely covered with stars.

The black-blue big water buffalo slowly walks in the clouds.

The time in front of me seems to have fast-forwarded countless times.

In the blink of an eye, day and night have alternated.

Xu Ji didn't react for a while.

Until, he saw the familiar divine sword and circled him twice.

He finally woke up.

"It turns out that I'm in the world!" He said softly, probably knowing that it was the old god who asked him to come to the world to see and walk away.

He gently reached out and grabbed the sword.

Under him, the big buffalo riding on it mooed, and it sounded very kind.

Ok……

It seems that there is nothing wrong with Taishang Laojun riding a green ox, and Laojun and junior brother riding a water buffalo!
The only problem is...

Xu Ji looked around and fast-forwarded an unknown number of times.

White clouds cang dog, wild horse dust.

Xu Ji remembered a story he had read, a peasant chopping wood saw two Taoists playing chess on the mountain, so he couldn't help but watch it.

At the end of the game, the peasants returned to the foot of the mountain, but it was a hundred years later.

The parents are high, the wife and children are gone.

The axe in his hand has long since decayed.

Even his clothes have turned to dust.

"Is this the difference between immortals and mortals?" Xu Ji thought.

An immortal's moment is a mortal's life.

This mythical world has such a core?

"How do I slow down time and return to normal flow?" he thought.

As soon as this thought moved, he inexplicably understood.

Like someone asked him what 1+1 equals.

He knew the answer subconsciously.

Just lightly patted the big buffalo under him, this psychic buffalo mooed and swept the ox's tail lightly.

The flow of time around him slowly slowed down.

The big buffalo riding on it also slowly descended to the mountains and rivers below.

When Xu Ji felt that time returned to normal, he and the big buffalo had landed on a narrow field path.

On both sides of the road, there are pine, cypress and willow trees.

The gurgling river waters the fields.

The vertical and horizontal chasm, with the same size, unfolded last time on the plain.

Wo millet oil, wheat ears green.

"The pastoral scenery is beautiful!" Xu Ji couldn't help but praise!

As a young man born in the industrial age, Xu Ji grew up and lived in a modern city built with reinforced concrete.

rural?

In his memory, it was a distant place.

Only occasionally on weekends, when I go fishing in the suburbs, or go to a farmhouse to experience it, I will see it in a hurry.

However, the countryside he saw was no longer the countryside his parents knew.

Almost all rural roads are cement roads or even asphalt roads.

Farmers, it is not like the past.

No need to face the loess and back to the sky again.

Various modern technologies have entered thousands of households.

The pastoral songs in textbooks are long gone.

It is said that traditional farming methods are preserved only in remote areas.

Now, I see the Qian Mo full of pastoral colors in front of me.

The nose smells the earthy fragrance that permeates the air.

Xu Ji remembered the "Peach Blossom Spring" in middle school, and suddenly felt a little bit of it.

Isn't he like the fisherman who strayed into the peach blossom garden?
He gently patted the buffalo under him, rode the buffalo, and slowly moved forward along the field trail.

After a while, on the horizon, there was a scene of smoke and smoke rising up.

Xu Ji and the buffalo under him instructed: "Go, go to that village and see!"

About 10 minutes later, Xu Ji rode a buffalo and came to a very simple and simple village.

A wide river flows through the front of the village.

Willows hang on the water, and fish jump out from time to time.

The sun has just risen in the middle of the day, and the small cottage is quiet and peaceful.

Just ...

Xu Ji looked at the houses in the village at the entrance of the village.

The courtyard walls are rammed with yellow mud, and the roof is covered with thick thatch.

At the entrance of the village, there are several children with horned braids playing under the trees at the head of the village.

They were wearing dirty, tattered old clothes, no pants, bare buttocks, dirty and snot, when Xu Ji rode a buffalo and walked past them .

These children also raised their heads curiously and looked at the stranger.

Their faces looked as if they hadn't been washed for a long time.

With sunken eye sockets, yellow skin, messy hair, and scrawny, it was obvious at a glance that it was caused by malnutrition.

Xu Ji couldn't help frowning.

This is not the same as the pastoral song he imagined.

What about the 'picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan'?

Or……

Is this the price of idyll?

In this way, Xu Ji, who was riding on the buffalo, looked at these children, and these children also looked at him.

There is curiosity in his eyes, as if he has never seen outsiders.

After a while, a boy who seemed to be about eight or nine years old stepped forward and asked weakly, "Daoist... Are you coming to our village?"

Xu Ji nodded lightly, previously he was worried that he did not understand the language of this world.

But now it looks like it's overthinking it.

It seems that in this mythical world, at least the language is the same.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he asked cautiously, "Are you sent from Qufu?"

"Qufu?" Xu Ji blinked, he remembered, this is a mythical world similar to the Spring and Autumn Period.

He checked, and in the Spring and Autumn Period, the capital of Lu State was Qufu.

Later, it became the hometown of Confucius, and because of Confucius, it was famous for the ages.

So, Xu Ji followed the child's words, nodded and said with a smile, "I'm from Qufu!"

The child's attitude immediately became respectful: "You are finally here!"

"I'll take you to see the village elder..."

"Okay!" Xu Ji said with a smile.

Under the leadership of this child and other children, they rode a buffalo and walked towards the village.

..........................................

Yan Liang cautiously walked into the room.

He looked at the young man surrounded by countless shadows.

That young man named Xu Ji.

At this moment, doubts appeared on the other's face, and those eyes that seemed to be full of supreme wisdom sparkled.

It seems that in the legend, the Buddha sitting next to the bodhi tree is also like the fairy who kills demons and eliminates demons in the fairy tale.

The temperature of the room seemed to drop by more than ten degrees abruptly.

Yan Liang felt that his skin was getting goosebumps.

Everything in front of him shocked him.

"What are these?" He pointed to the shadows.

"Remnant spirit!" Tongtian sect master looked at the shadows surrounding him, and said softly: "Dead souls, with nowhere to turn, remain in heaven and earth, turn into ghosts, and become unknown!"

In Honghuang, he had seen a similar situation.

That was the era before the Empress of Houtu incarnated in the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The witch clan, the demon clan, and the newly born human clan, the souls of the dead, have nowhere to go.

Therefore, the incarnation is unknown, and the mourning day and night.

Empress Houtu had a heart for the common people and sympathized with the Three Realms, so she resolutely gave up her body and transformed herself into the reincarnation of the six realms, so that the soul of heaven and earth has a place to return, and reincarnation is no longer the patent of great powers!

Therefore, the Three Realms of Demao, and the blessings of all generations.

Even the saints are no longer called fellow daoists, but are respectfully called: Empress!

But the shadows in front of him were different.

They are the remnants of the soul.

Moreover, it is not just the fragments of the soul!
Tongtian Sect Master looked at his hand, it was a puddle of viscous liquid, smelled some spiritual energy, but the smell was quite foul, there was no spiritual fragrance at all, on the contrary, it was similar to the food that had been left for several days and had gone sour.

In this world, spiritual energy is thin.

Unless there are places where spiritual energy is naturally abundant, the souls of ordinary mortals should decline rapidly because there is no spiritual energy to nourish them, and they will be wiped out within a few days.

Therefore, they do not have the conditions to become ghosts.

So, the so-called ghost, is this thing doing the trick?
Master Tongtian thought.

The remnant soul is soil, and the thing in the hand is water.

Stir the water into the soil to make the soil sticky.

Become a ghost! ?

Tongtian Sect Master put down what was in his hand, turned his head to look at the official in front of him, and asked softly, "Do you know the origin of the demon?"

"How did they appear?"

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