Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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Time passed little by little, the sky was getting late, and the mine would eventually be covered by mysterious fog again.

"It's almost time, we should go out!"

Bei Mingjin snorted coldly, and walked towards the entrance of the cave first, and when he got to the side of Liu Tianyi's body lying across the entrance of the cave, he picked it up casually.

Naturally, none of the new monks gave up their bottom line to eat Liu Tianyi's corpse, while none of the monks who came earlier did not move.

One after another, everyone walked out of the mine.

"Hand over the spirit stone!"

Beiming Jin raised the huge fur bag in his hand.

Whoa!

Whoa!

The monks who came first did not say a word, and handed in the spirit stones they had dug. The monks who came later saw it clearly. Each monk, the amount handed in was at most about 400 yuan. Depressed, why do they have to pay five hundred?

Soon, the monks who came earlier finished handing in, and it was the turn of the new monks.

On this first day, among all the new monks, there were only two unusually strong and lightly injured monks who dug up the number of more than five hundred, but after handing in the five hundred, they just fell behind. It cost more than twenty yuan.

Except for the two, no one dug more than 320 yuan. Although Ji Cangmang was injured again, he was not the one who dug the least. He even dug [-] yuan, ranking among the most injured.And in front of the frail friar.

His two flesh wounds recovered at a strange speed again, and many monks who watched were secretly surprised. Only he knew that it was the origin of wood presented by Taixuanmu that was at work.

"You three, you didn't dig enough 300 yuan. You can die!"

After Beimingjin collected everyone's spirit stones, he said coldly to three of them.

"Brother Dao, please forgive me. Today is the first day. I really can't do it until my injury has healed."

The expressions of the three of them changed drastically, and they hurriedly begged for mercy.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

Beimingjin didn't say anything more.With another movement of the fingertips, the heads of the three people were pierced directly, and three bloody mist rose across the sky.

Three more monks died on the spot.They may have had extremely high strength and realm before, but now, they are the weakest mortals.

This scene.All the monks, including Ji Cangmang, looked at it again, their eyes sank.

Beimingjin is here at this moment.After staring deeply at Ji Cangmang's direction, he picked up the bodies of the three people who had just died, and headed towards the camp.walked back.

Fog came in and blocked the mine again.

The setting sun was like blood, falling on a group of exhausted monks, dejected and destitute.

……

The mine was not far from the camp, and after a short while, everyone returned to the camp, and it was still dark.

The monks who came first, naturally went back to their houses, or practiced, or ate things that surpassed the bottom line of human beings, like ghosts, there were ferocious laughter from time to time, human nature may have long been extinct.

The later monks naturally had no place to live, so they could only sit on the ground. After a day of hard work, the feeling of hunger surged up more and more.

"These four guys are your dinner today. As for eating or not, it's up to you."

After Bei Mingjin left an indifferent sentence, he left the four corpses dragged back and walked into the camp.

The cultivators looked at the four corpses with complicated expressions. In the eyes of some cultivators, there was a wild animal expression, but they were struggling to suppress it.

Ji Cangmang shook his head slightly, as if he didn't want to watch what happened next, and walked towards the river not far away.His movement attracted the attention of many monks.

The river water is clear, rushing, flowing from the mist on the mountain, and going downstream.

Ji Cangmang walked to the river, and cleaned himself carefully first. After the dirt was removed, he finally regained some of its previous brilliance. The river water swayed layer by layer. After calming down, Ji Cangmang's own face was rare. His face was slightly gloomy, and his expression was extremely complicated, like Ye Bai.

After staring at it for a while, Ji Cangmang picked up the water with both hands, took a few big gulps, felt something in his empty stomach, and felt a sense of emptiness.

Ji Cangmang closed his eyes, let out a long breath, sat down on the ground, and fell into a long silence, like a curled up statue, motionless.

It is hard to believe that Ji Cangmang's mind has not been shaken or changed after this catastrophe.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and many new monks came over. After washing themselves, they drank a few mouthfuls of water. Just by the way they gritted their teeth, they knew that they would definitely not be able to accept it for the time being. Cannibals, but how far they can persist is uncertain.

After drinking the water, everyone stared at the river desperately, their eyes shining, but unfortunately there was no fish or shrimp in the water that could wrap their stomachs.

"Damn it, there are trees and water in this place, but why doesn't it even have half a fish."

A monk cursed.

No one responded to him, most of them were lying on their backs on the ground, panting heavily.

"Fellow Daoist, you are wrong."

Suddenly, there was a lazy and playful voice.

Hearing the words, everyone cheered up and looked towards the source of the sound.

The monk who spoke was a middle-aged man in tattered clothes, with messy hair, a thick beard, and a sallow and thin face. He did not know which corpse he had just picked up his blood-stained clothes. He came to the river and happily washed them. The water of the river was soon dyed red.

It seemed that he was one of the monks who came in earlier, but he hadn't been to the mine before, so he should be responsible for staying here to guard.

"I don't know what's wrong, please enlighten me."

Someone said in a calm voice, and his eyes calmed down, knowing that most of them were weird, otherwise how could these guys eat people.

The middle-aged man glanced at the monk who was speaking, his eyes flashed brightly, he laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't be too wary of me. My situation is not much different from yours. I'm still alive and well today. Killed in an instant."

"Fellow Daoist is too modest, please explain in detail the meaning of what you said just now."

The monk who spoke replied with a smile.An unfathomable look.

But of course no one would believe such words casually, especially in such a situation.

The middle-aged man nodded, and continued: "It is rumored that a very strong-willed guy fell by the river after enduring many days of hunger, but when he was about to starve to death, he saw two people, one big and one small. A fish came from the upper reaches. This man was ecstatic, so he must have caught his hunger and feasted on a big piece."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up again.But after thinking about it, it must not be that simple, so he blinked again, and continued to listen.

The middle-aged man stopped talking at this moment and concentrated on washing his clothes.

"and then?"

An impatient monk asked: "Could it be that the fish is poisonous. Was this person poisoned to death?"

"Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense, those two fishes are not poisonous. This person had a full meal. Since then, this person has been looking for fish in the river every day after returning from mining, but unfortunately he never found them again. Yes. After this news was revealed by him, many people searched for it, but no one found it again.”

The eyes of the crowd flickered, and they unconsciously turned their eyes to the source of the water, what secret was hidden on that high mountain.

"Fellow Daoist, it seems that we newcomers don't come here every day. What do you eat for a living in normal times?"

Another monk lowered his posture and asked.

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "Guys, although there are no fish in the water, and there are no wild animals on this mountain side, but there is grass under your feet, and there are trees over there. The grass and leaves - can also feed your hunger."

When everyone heard the words, they opened their eyes and immediately looked at the ground under their feet.The weeds on the ground are only as long as a palm, as thin as leek leaves, like bamboo, with bamboo joints, surprisingly unified, they are all of the same kind, no one can tell what kind of grass it is.

As for the trees not far away, they are also knotted like bamboo, and they are all of one kind. No one knows what kind it is. The leaves are green in color and shaped like swords.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid the grass and leaves are not that simple, right?"

A thoughtful monk asked sullenly.

"Hahaha--"

The middle-aged man laughed again, with a perverted meaning, and said: "Everyone, if you want to know, you can eat it yourself. I can assure you that you won't die if you eat it!"

After the words fell, the person pillowed his clothes and walked away.

Everyone glanced coldly at this person's back, helpless, and after carefully looking at the grass on the ground, no one made a move after all.

Ji Cangmang has been extremely self-disciplined since he was a child, and his will is not comparable to that of ordinary monks. Naturally, he will not eat randomly.

The old monk sat in meditation, suppressed the feeling of hunger with a strong will, and silently thought about the future in his heart.

The sky is full of stars.

On the riverside, there are hundreds of statue-like figures, lying or sitting, perhaps like Ji Cangmang, thinking about the future.

From time to time, the sound of crowing on an empty stomach came, which was extraordinarily clear, and when it fell, the custody immediately attracted a crowd, which made people dumbfounded.

Fortunately, the weather today is about the same as early autumn, and it is moderately cool. Even if you sleep on the grass outside, you don't have to worry about catching wind and cold. Otherwise, many people will die soon due to hunger and cold.

This night passed amid worries and confusion about the future.

……

Early the next morning, without Bei Mingjin calling again, all the cultivators had already woken up from hunger. This was the morning of the third day they had come to this place of imprisonment.

No one moved the four corpses that Beimingjin threw to the crowd, and no one had taken them away at this moment.There are monks who are hungry and feel a little uncomfortable. They can't help regretting that they didn't eat yesterday. They are all monks who have killed countless people. What does it matter if they eat a few pieces of human flesh?Why pretend to be so lofty?

The psychological bottom line of the cultivators has gradually begun to loosen.

In Ji Cangmang's empty stomach, it was as if there was a fire burning at the moment, and he was indescribably uncomfortable, all supported by his will.

"I've already given you the food. I don't care if you eat or not. Anyone who digs less than 300 yuan of ore every day must die!"

Bei Mingjin growled with a straight face.

A bunch of new monks.He was full of depression. This guy named Beimingjin might not have been better than them in his peak period, but now he came in earlier and rode madly on top of them.

"Where is the food being frozen by Daoist Chen? Those who want to eat, after returning today, go find him. Now, go to work!"

After Bei Mingjin said another sentence, he took the lead and walked towards the mine.

The crowd had no choice but to keep up, and the clever monk ran to the river to drink a few mouthfuls of water.Only then followed, thinking about whether to make a wooden pot or ask someone who has been repaired to refine an iron pot when I come back at night.

clank!

Loudly loudly!

It was the sound of felling again, which was endless.

exhausted,**.Come up together.

On this day, when it was evening, all the new monks were desperate.Only completed the minimum task of 300 yuan.

When they returned to the camp, there was finally an old monk who made calculations.If I don't eat a little more, I will definitely not be able to complete tomorrow's task. After struggling for a long time, I walked into the village.After a while, he carried out a frozen corpse, went to the edge of the forest to cut down the bamboo-like branches, and grilled them.

"Have fellow daoists gone crazy? That's human flesh!"

Some monks saw that their beards and hair were all stretched out, and they said angrily.

"If you don't eat, it will be my turn to be eaten tomorrow. I want to see how many more days you guys can endure compared to me!"

The old monk said with a gloomy gaze.

When all the cultivators heard the words, their faces were gloomy.After half a cup of tea, two more monks gritted their teeth and walked up.

Once this opening is opened, it is like a flood bursting its embankment, and it cannot be stopped.

……

Ji Cangmang looked at the monks whose eyes were burning with the light of beasts, turned around and left without saying a word, and came to the small river again.

After drinking half of the water, the false feeling of fullness finally made Ji Cangmang feel better. He was not in a hurry to rest for the time being. Ji Cangmang went to the edge of the forest, cut a small piece of bamboo, and made a simple water cylinder. Back to rest on the grass by the river.

The setting sun shone, once again illuminating his figure like a statue.

In Ji Cangmang's eyes, there are traces of awns as deep as the sea. Ever since he calmed down, he has been thinking about how to reverse the current situation.

There is no doubt that there must be something weird on the mountain next to it.But so many monks who came earlier must have tried countless times and didn't figure it out, so Ji Cangmang didn't think he could have better luck than others.

He has never been a person who solves troubles by playing tricks or taking chances. Rather than venture into the fog to explore, Ji Cangmang would rather think of a way to unlock the restriction that blocks the soul.

But as everyone said the night before, the well-known unlocking of the restriction on the soul is done through the thread of consciousness, but now everyone's soul is blocked, falling into an endless loop.

If Ji Cangmang wants to untie it, he must use his sword to untie it and use his magic power to untie it.This premise, of course, is to have mana first, that is to say, if Ji Cangmang wants to practice again, he needs to dig up an amount exceeding 500 yuan every day, and then slowly accumulate it, starting from the early stage of Qi refining to practice again.

There is no rush for this step.It is obviously impossible for other monks to give him their spirit stones, so they can only dig them by themselves.

And if you want to dig out more than five hundred, you need to have a healthy body and strength, and you can barely do it.

The injuries on Ji Cangmang's body were healed by the source of wood, so naturally there was no need to worry too much, all that was left was strength.

The strength of mortals can only be obtained through food.

Thinking of this, Ji Cangmang felt a headache. The cultivator who was caught here with him has already begun to lose it. How long can he last?

Thinking that in a few days, he would be like them, gnawing on the corpses of his own kind like an extinct beast, Ji Cangmang's stomach rolled over and over again.

In order to survive, for Taixuanmu and Taiqingsi, for his dream of cultivating Taoism, do he really have to do that?

Ji Cangmang's brows became tighter and tighter.

His current situation is really similar to Ye Bai's time when he was in the Four Phases Sect's Wan Evil Mill.

The difference is that Ye Bai knew very well at that time that the group of monks headed by Zang Jianfeng wanted to use human flesh to lure him, play with him, smash his Dao heart, and make him fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

But Ji Cangmang was different, no one forced him, no one deliberately seduced him, everything depended on whether he could hold on to it, whether he could hold on to it or not.This difficulty is much greater than Ye Bai's back then.

After suffering from a headache for a long time, Ji Cangmang emptied his mind and recalled the prohibition he had learned in his life.

Even if the magic power is abolished, even if the soul is blocked, this monk with extreme understanding can still improve his own restraint level, and he will never let himself sink.

From this moment on, the haze in Ji Cangmang's eyes finally dissipated a lot, and he returned to the detached look he had before.

This night, Ji Cangmang fell asleep after meditating until midnight.

The fourth day came, and it was still mining.

Relying on a pot of water, Ji Cangmang survived another day, but the number dug out was still in the early three hundred who would save his life.

And the few monks who ate big pieces last night were full of energy, dug out more than 500 yuan, and finally managed to drop some. In this scene, many other newcomers who didn't eat, their eyes lit up, and they were extremely envious , and finally made a decision.

After returning to the camp, the frozen corpses were coming, and more new monks joined in the gnawing. After noticing the movement on this side, the monks in the village laughed loudly. Self-deprecating, like the voice of the devil.

But on this day, there were still sixteen monks who did not touch him, and of course Ji Cangmang was among them.

……

Such a situation not only happened on the side of the human camp, but also on the side of the Linggen clan, where more monks insisted.

On the side where the minor races are mixed, there are also people who are sticking to it.

On the other hand, on the side of the monsters, no one felt that it was unacceptable psychologically. Most of the monsters, before they practiced, used the flesh and blood of other races as food, including other monsters. This kind of blood food, for monsters The physical body of the beast also has a strengthening effect of varying strengths.Therefore, it is really normal for them to feed on other monsters.

In addition, these three places are similar to the situation of the human race. They all surround the mountain, occupy a river and a mine, build a village, and repeat mining and cultivation every day, as if It's generally arranged in the dark.

Time passes day by day.

There are fewer and fewer monks who persevere.

The feeling of lack impacted Ji Cangmang's body and will again and again. Almost every day, Ji Cangmang was extremely difficult to dig out 300 yuan of spirit stones.

But the limit that his body and will can bear will be reached one day. (to be continued~^~)