Mythological origin

Chapter 38 The Cursed Land
"sit."

"I dare not..."

When facing this great cultivator, the two minor cultivators at the first level of Qi Refining finally understood what it meant to be truly unable to breathe.

The air seemed to have become a thousand times heavier, like amalgam, and he seemed to be trying his best even to take a breath.

Jin Guang looked around and saw the table full of spiritual food, he really wanted to sit down and eat it.

Recalling what he learned in the Immortal Cultivation Crash Training Class, he recognized that the raw materials of several dishes on the table were great tonics, and there were some that were not even recorded in the basic textbooks, but they must be good things.

If he eats it all and refines it slowly, the spiritual energy contained in it may be enough to support him to go straight to the fourth level of Qi refining and become a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining.

When they met Bai Mo's eyes again, they seemed to have read the self-importance in each other's eyes. They did not accept any objection, even if it was a polite objection. Down.

"eat."

"Thank you, senior, for your hospitality!" This time, the two of them learned how to be good. Moreover, the spiritual food in front of them is indeed a good thing, and it would be too hypocritical to hold back the politeness.

For such a table alone, they probably wouldn't be able to get away without a thousand spirit stones. With the current salary of two spirit stones a month, they would have to save a lifetime of money to eat this once...

Compared with the elixir with the same level of cultivation, the residual toxicity of spiritual food is much less, but unfortunately the price is also much more expensive, not only because the raw materials of spiritual food are rare, but also those who have the ability to cook must also be able to cook. A monk who must be cultivated.

A thousand spirit stones, even for princes and nobles, would definitely bleed if they tried to take them out.

……

"Senior, don't you want to eat it?" Venerable Jin Guang picked up a silver spirit lamb leg and asked while chewing his mouth full of oil.

"I forgot how many years I haven't eaten."

"..."

Jin Guang didn't know how to answer Bai Mo's words.

"I don't know if there is something wrong with senior letting the kid here?" Although Master Shui Jing was also binge eating, he was not completely blinded by his appetite.

There is nothing good without a reason in the world, and he knew this truth many years ago.

The value of this spiritual meal, to be honest, is completely enough to buy their lives.

"The reason for letting you come here? There is no reason, just to see."

"..."

"Could it be that Jin Guang and I are senior's long-lost sons?" Master Shui Jing heard Bai Mo's words, and involuntarily started the association of letting himself go.

Look at this word, it seems to be used like this, right?
"What do you think of the Yin-Yang Five Elements Jue?"

"Senior also knows this magical skill?"

"Good thing, our two brothers changed our destiny thanks to it. If it weren't for the Yin-Yang and Five Elements Jue, Shui Jing and I might die as coolies. If we can meet the real author one day, we have to give him a lesson no matter what." Kneeling three times and knocking nine times!"

"..."

"However, what if all the people in the world become cultivators obsessed with cultivation, no one is farming, no one is weaving...then what should we do?" Master Shui Jing said suddenly.

After graduating from the Yin-Yang training class and becoming a member of the immortal cultivators, Master Jin Guang and Master Shui Jing have never seen anyone go back to their old professions.

Some of them are farmers, some are coolies, some are craftsmen, and some are slaves who sneaked out. After graduating from the immortal training class, everyone is full of ambition for the future and ready to enter the world.

Only those who didn't think about going back to continue farming and moving bricks.

Yong'an Town is just a small town, even if no one grows grain and weaves cloth, the caravan passing by from time to time can meet the needs of the townspeople, but if the whole world, all the farmers and weavers, all go to the training class to learn how to cultivate immortals Woolen cloth?
The temptation to master the magic of immortality is too great, and the tuition is so cheap that it is almost free. It is hard for Shui Jing to imagine, except for the elderly who are too old to afford the method of blood sacrifice, who else would not want to learn it?
If no one grows food and weaves cloth, where will food and clothing come from?
Hearing Shui Jing's question, Bai Mo gave him a serious look.

It's interesting that the young man Shui Jing can ask such a question without much education.

"And if everyone is cultivating immortals, is there really so many spirit stones in the world of cultivating immortals? I heard from the sister of the training class that the forces in the world of cultivating immortals fight you to death every day for various resources." Jin Guang interjected.

"Does that mean that the vast majority of people in the world should be banned from cultivating immortals?" Bai Mo asked back.

"This……"

"Cultivating immortality is a great thing for an individual. How can everyone be able to cultivate immortality, but it seems to be a bad thing?" Jin Guang's little head couldn't make up his mind.

"There must be something wrong." Master Shui Jing also thought of this.

"Think about it slowly, and go back if you figure it out." Bai Mo didn't answer the two's questions, but got up and turned into a little bit of starlight, disappearing into the air.

His leaving blank made Jin Guang and the two full of doubts.

This problem is not big, but it is not small.

In a big way, this is related to the future of all monks. In a small way, this matter will not affect one's own path if you don't want to.

So they finally decided to eat their fill first.

I haven't reached the point where I'm full enough to hold on, why think about this.

……

"Yu Lan, what do you think about this?" Bai Mo, who suddenly appeared in the proprietor's lounge a few rooms away, continued talking to the man and woman who had just said goodbye.

"Junior...don't know."

"Junior...don't know either."

"It's boring."

The two of them are actually spies sent by the Holy Terra Empire to this celestial world, or more accurately, they are death squads exiled to the cursed land.

Yu Lan and Yulan are a couple, and they are also a little famous male and female robbers in a certain leader ship of the empire.

It's a pity that he was thrown into the cursed place of Daochen Realm because he stole from the head of a big man who shouldn't be messed with.

They were told that the only way to leave was to find the legendary "historical text".

As for what the historical text is, and how to leave after finding it, no one has ever told the couple.

Yu Lan and the two came to the legendary cursed land with blank faces, and they didn't know where to start looking. They simply found the nearest big city and opened a high-end teahouse, hoping to find some news through the teahouse. .

This is also the old line of work of the couple. Before they were arrested, they wore the vest of teahouse owners in the empire, opened teahouses during the day, and acted as grand thieves at night.

When Bai Mo came to Linzhou City and habitually scanned the whole city with his spiritual thoughts, he happened to find that the two of them were on the top floor of Zuiyue Tower, talking in a language completely different from the local one.

And this language, Bai Mo is very familiar with...

(End of this chapter)