Mythological origin

Chapter 67 The First Dao Zun
Of course, Zhao Zilin didn't know whether it was prosperous or not, but as the head of the Zhao family, she was forcibly disbanded in this round of reforms led by the top of the cultivation world.

Almost all the aristocratic families among mortals have some monk background.

Some of them were monks from their ancestors, and some were still monks.

With the support of the immortal masters in the cultivation world, these families can prosper for a long time.

But these relationships are nothing in the eyes of the Nascent Soul Huashen cultivator.

Each of them is a thousand-eight-hundred-year-old monster, and the worldly relationship has already dissipated in a long time.

In the eyes of the Nascent Soul Transformation God cultivator who dominates this land, the only meaning of the mortal world is to be a breeding ground, to cultivate as many cannon fodder as possible as quickly as possible.

There is no need for any shit complicated social relationships.

The upper echelon of monks does not allow the existence of mortals who do not work and only eat offerings.

Ordinary people are either in charge of farming, or in charge of childbirth, or come directly to the front line, don't do so many miscellaneous things.

What we are engaged in is a farm, not a society.

The monks do not collect taxes, or only collect "blood tax", and regularly send newcomers to the Yin-Yang and Five Elements Jue schools organized by various sects.

Many "training courses" that had been brilliant for a while were also swept away, some "teachers" were recruited, and the rest were all rushed outside Xuanwu Pass.

Let's go through the customs!
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"Miss, have you recovered yet?" Jin Guang asked daily.

Since the Zhao family was forcibly disbanded, Zhao Zilin, as the head of the family, has not been energetic.

She worked hard to run the family, and rushed to build the foundation with her life. She thought that after she built the foundation, her father would hand it over to her Zhao family to be carried forward.

As a result, a disbandment order now completely shattered this fantasy, and the flourishing Zhao family was split into dozens of small families.

Those who know how to farm will be pulled to farm, those who can't farm will go to the front line, and those who can't farm will pay blood tax before they go to the battlefield, and they will have to give birth to a child every three years.

Of course, there is only one exception. If the child born has true spiritual roots, the subsequent lifetime tax exemption.

More mortals have more true spiritual roots, and the monks have figured this out.

"No..." Master Shui Jing replied casually.

Master Shui Jing, who came from a poor background, was very pleased with the coquettish manipulations of the four major sects. He was used to seeing rich families oppressing the poor since he was a child.

How many people were raped by them to sell their sons and daughters, and their families were ruined.

Being able to witness their collective downfall with his own eyes, Master Shui Jing was extremely happy.

As for Jin Guang, he was originally a member of the poor, but unfortunately his thoughts were all on Zhao Zilin. Now that the eldest lady is unhappy, he also feels uncomfortable...

"The Jiabing Shenchou District she is in charge of has only had more than 800 births this year. If you don't urge me, if you don't reach the target, most of this year's bonus will be deducted."

"Zi Lin won't be able to slow down for a while, so let me remind her tomorrow."

"……Hopeless."

……

After stepping into the foundation building level, Master Shui Jing could clearly feel that the cultivation world had truly accepted him now and regarded him as a member of the cultivators.

Qi refining monks, especially those with pseudo-spiritual roots, are not regarded as real people by the mainstream of the cultivation world, but they are some valuable and talking tools.

But it's different now, he can also go in and communicate with the circle of foundation-building monks, and no one cares about the real spiritual root and the fake spiritual root.

Because even if it is a true spiritual root, there is no one in a hundred who can build a foundation. If you can build a foundation, you are the winner in life. Who cares about how to build a foundation.

Shui Jing also vaguely felt that there might be other calculations behind these big moves of the four major sects.

But his level is too low to see clearly.

……

In the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the Holy Land of the Monster Race, the Temple of the Monster God.

Huge candles that couldn't be hugged by two people burned blazingly in front of the altar of the demon god, and the melted wax slowly slid down like blood.

The light from the candles was not bright, flickering gently in the empty hall.

Where the light does not shine, there are still large and large shadows.

At the highest point of the altar, there was a huge insect egg with one corner cracked.

"Are you awake?" Such a mental wave came from an unknown shadow.

"It's you?!" The will in the egg instantly recognized the identity of the voice transmitter.

"Mother of all insects, Isis."

"White ink...!!!"

The next moment, a three-story-high girl covered in mucus rushed out of the giant insect egg in shock, directly smashing a hole in the altar of the demon god.

Such a huge impact naturally attracted the attention of many demon priests.

The Demon God Temple is the sacred place of the demon clan. There are dozens of big demons that are equivalent to Nascent Soul-level combat power stationed nearby on weekdays. Giant beast, rush to the demon temple.

However, even the most rebellious and unruly monster could hardly resist the coercion of the demon god, and had to prostrate on the ground.

A group of mythical behemoths waited respectfully and half-kneeling outside the temple.

"The concubine is fine, let's go away."

The giant girl dressed in insect egg shells lightly stroked the huge hole above the temple that she had pierced through, and the broken parts began to recover as if they were going back in time.

"Follow the law!"

Facing the coercion of the demon god above, all the big demons couldn't even raise their heads, and almost crawled away, but they didn't think there was any problem.

Inside the Yaozu, the strong believe in the respect of the strong, and the strong even directly feed on the weak. Dignity is nothing at all.

……

"You failed?" Isis asked in the direction of the shadow after the demons left.

From the moment she knew that she was not dead or demonized, she thought that Bai Mo had failed.

Isis has always believed that the other party wants to destroy the world and demonize the entire Daochen Realm.

"Are you sure?" Bai Mo said.

"..."

"You changed my memory?! You are not from the Daochen Realm at all, how could you become the original Daoist in the Daochen Realm—Moyang Daoist?!"

While thinking, Isis sorted out his memories, only to be shocked to find that there were two sets of conflicting memories fighting in his mind.

In one set of memories, Bai Mo was summoned by himself to help the two great masters of the Daochen Realm.

She, the mother of all insects, Isis, was originally the master of the starry sky Zerg, and was invading the Daochen Realm on a large scale, but was suppressed by the two Daoist Venerables of the Daochen Realm, and could not advance an inch.

So from a distant world, she recruited Bai Mo, whom she met by accident, who had just become a fairy less than 300 years ago, to help share the pressure on the battlefield.

In the end, he didn't expect that the other party turned against the guest, and after the real body came, he directly defeated three and suppressed himself and the other two hostile Taoist priests.

(End of this chapter)