Respectfully ask Your Majesty to kill the immortal

Chapter 155 It's time to die

Xu Mochen and the two captured Xinghua, and there were still a bunch of common people around the temple, all of them eagerly waiting for the mountain god to show up.

Little did he know that the so-called mountain god had already been captured by Xu Mochen.

Looking at the common people from a distance, Xinghua burst into tears: "Your Majesty, these people are doing nothing but harming the common people, and I hope Your Majesty will show mercy."

Xu Mochen glanced at her, the pear flower was crumbling with the rain, thinking that I would know what to do without you telling me.

Forget it, for the sake of being so well-behaved, let's go to the harem and be a little maid.

Think about the maids in my own harem, all of them are big and three rough, it's time to pursue quality.

The three of them returned to the Taishou Mansion, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw a group of people gathered in the hall, apparently waiting for him to come back.

"Your Majesty," An Zerui looked rather embarrassed. When he saw Xu Mochen, he quickly stepped forward, "Something has happened."

Xu Mochen didn't panic, it's only strange that there were no major incidents.

Anzeri began to narrate.

His task was to find the sect of Qiongqing Palace, and with his Jindan state, he arrived at the sect's location in less than half a day.

Unexpectedly, what I saw was a mess, and the original grand occasion had long since disappeared.

He turned pale with fright, and searched in the valley for a long time before he found some disciples of the sect.

Xu Mochen looked over, and there were a group of young girls standing behind An Zerui, all of them wearing old clothes and feeling extremely tired.

"This is a disciple of your sect?" Xu Mochen frowned, "I remember Ai Qing said that Qiongqing Palace is the guardian sect of Danzhou in the south."

"Your Majesty," An Zerui cried, "That happened more than a hundred years ago.

At the end of the troubled times, the old man represented the sect and entered the Daqian court, and he left for more than a hundred years.

He has no connection with Zongmen, and thinks everything is normal.

Unexpectedly, Weichen went back and looked, the sect had been destroyed long ago, and now in Danzhou in the south, there are only so few disabled children left. "

Listening to the words, the group of female disciples behind him all burst into tears.

"Why are you crying?" Xu Mochen wiped his face. After all, he is a cultivator, why is he so soft-boned, "Isn't Mo Meng clear about the matter?"

"The way in and out is blocked," An Zerui sniffed, "Anyone who wanted to contact the outside world was killed."

With such a ruthless method, Xu Mochen raised his eyebrows: "Do you know who did it?"

"Weichen asked, it's a masked man," An Zerui replied, "The state is not bad, but the supernatural power is a kind of strange fire, which is quite powerful. The suzerain and the masters of the sect all fell because of it."

The masked man, Xu Mochen's heart moved, he and Tang Derun looked at each other, and they thought of the cultivator who attacked Gu Jinge back then.

His strange fire, even Xu Mochen's eight-phase condensed soul, couldn't resist it.

It is also conceivable that Qiongqing Palace suffered such a catastrophe.

"So, there was no orthodox immortal cultivator secretly managing Danzhou in the south more than a hundred years ago?" Xu Mochen came to a conclusion, and combined with what he saw and heard today, he understood.

"You guys became mountain gods, maybe it started more than a hundred years ago." This sentence was asked by Xinghua.

"My daughter's qualifications are relatively late, and she became a mountain god more than 70 years ago." Xinghua replied.

"It's obvious," Xu Mochen said solemnly, "There are other cultivators who took advantage of the destruction of Qiongqing Palace to redistribute and control the resources of Danzhou in the south, and cut off the news."

Although this place is remote, but it can shield the world of the ten directions, this person's means are unusual.

Perhaps, everything is made by this person.

"Cuizhu," Xu Mochen ordered, "you settle Xinghua and the remaining disciples of Qiongqing Palace, and be careful not to leak the news, so as not to cause murder."

Cuizhu took the order and left with Xinghua and a group of female disciples.

"After it's safe, I will send them away first to my harem. With the blessing of the fortune of the country, they should be fine." Xu Mochen then sat down, "Tell me what you saw."

Shen Zhining spoke first: "Your Majesty, we took a stroll through the city, most of the people's thoughts were spent on worshiping the gods.

In addition, commerce is very underdeveloped, almost non-existent, and the common people use barter. "

In other words, gold and silver do not circulate here.

Xie Jing continued: "The old man wanted to find some medicinal materials, and only after he went there did he find out that there are not many at all.

After inquiring, no one has specialized in planting medicinal materials for a long time, not even picking them. "

"So if you are sick, you can get treatment by worshiping mountain gods, water gods, etc." Zhao Lingbo was also a little helpless because he didn't need a doctor at all. "The temple blessings will give medicine, and it is said to be effective after taking it."

This must be the participation of the immortal cultivator's magical powers,

Generally speaking, the diseases of mortals are trivial to cultivators, and they can be solved with a wave of hands.

In a world where immortal cultivators have fully intervened, mortals here have basically degenerated into animals that eat, drink, drink and sleep.

"Being so bound to the human race, isn't there a lot of immortality?" Xu Mochen asked.

"It's normal," Shen Zhining replied, "The concubine originally thought that with such an intimate relationship, immortal fate must be everywhere.

But in reality, it seems that there is no, or even if there is, it has been dealt with in time. "

Xu Mochen nodded. If there are too many immortal fates, the number of immortal cultivators will definitely increase. This will increase the demand and the population of the common people will not be enough.

In other words, there is a pair of invisible hands manipulating all of this.

"The immortals here don't have much evil spirit." Shu Wuyin also joined in, "It's not like those immortal cultivators who harm the human race."

She's a little disappointed that there's no room to be active.

Xu Mochen understood that the immortal cultivators were feeding the human race here, not trying to suck them dry.

"It's just," he sighed, "under such circumstances, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do anything."

Fairies big and small are fine, let's get started!
But if the people follow the riots, it will be terrible.

After thinking about it, he asked someone to call in the prefect Cheng Renjun.

Cheng Renjun came in and saw a group of people surrounding Xu Mochen, suspicious in his heart: "My lord, is there something wrong?"

Xu Mochen asked straight to the point: "Now the prefect's mansion, how many troops can be mobilized?"

"My lord," Cheng Renjun smiled wryly, "I believe that your lord has a little understanding of Danzhou in the south.

To be honest, the number of troops that can be mobilized is less than a thousand. "

In such a large state, there are only a thousand troops that can execute it?

Not enough to jam the teeth.

Cheng Renjun saw that Xu Mochen's expression was not good, so he became more cautious: "I don't know what you need to do, my lord."

Xu Mochen waved his hand, and Tang Derun stepped forward with a map: "We are planning to build a reservoir here, and once we succeed, we will not worry about the Wanquan River drying up and the seawater flooding back.

This is something that can be done once and for all, Mr. Cheng, a great opportunity has arrived. "

Cheng Renjun knelt down as soon as he heard it, this is not a big chance, it's time to die!
(End of this chapter)