The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 102: I pity the world and worry a lot
Zhao Layue was preparing to practice since she was a child, and she stayed in the simple place until he went to Qingshan. Apart from his family and servants, he was in the same way. He never thought about these problems.
"This is the first time I have said this to people, because it is boring and meaningless, so it will be the last time to say it."
Jing Jiu looked at her calmly and said, "Monsters eat people, and practitioners also eat people. Some are real, some are fake, but they all eat."
Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "Like the pearl fishing people you mentioned when you were in Haizhou? But there is always a difference between the two."
Jing Jiu said: "In the final analysis, the cultivator sect needs mortal support, and what did the practitioner do for the mortal?"
Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows and said: "We have all walked across the Tongtian Bridge in Nanhe Prefecture."
Jing Jiu said: "Yes, practitioners can build bridges for mortals, cut demons and slay demons, but they still do too little compared to their abilities. Because the cultivation of the Tao is to cultivate oneself, just like our Qingshan Sect, if It's not that there is no chance to break the border, those second-generation disciples are not even willing to do it, so how can they talk about walking in the world and eliminating evil?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Do you mean that the attitude of practitioners towards mortals is like raising sheep?"
Zhao Layue stared into his eyes and said: "The bridge repair is just to help them make the sheep pens stronger. Slashing the demon is just afraid that the wolf will eat too much of his own sheep?"
Jing Jiu said: "It's a good analogy, but it's not accurate enough. Practitioners also come from mortals. The relationship between the two is countless times more complicated than the relationship between herdsmen and sheep."
Zhao Layue asked: "What problems will it bring?"
"Sheep will not be envious of herders, because no sheep will become a herder."
Jing Jiu said: "But mortals will be jealous of practitioners, because they have former companions who have become practitioners."
Zhao Layue understood what he meant and said: "How to solve this problem?"
Jing Jiu said: "The strong have everything, so Chaotian Da 6 has always been a monk who governs the country, and the current situation is also the same. The Jing clan is nothing more than the management of all the major sects based on balance and other considerations. Of course, the Jing clan will also use this kind of checks and balances to continuously strengthen themselves, in order to seek eternal life."&1t;i>&1t;/i>
If Zhao Layue had some enlightenment, she said: "It turns out that it started with Meihui."
"Yes, it was the Meihui that determined the six-hundred-year plan of the big six, but afterwards, some practitioners gave birth to some different ideas."
Jing Jiu said: "They feel that this pattern is too stable, the operation efficiency is too low, and the human race is too slow to improve, and they cannot really eliminate the threat of Snow Country."
Zhao Layue asked curiously: "Then what are they going to do?"
Jing Jiu was silent for a while and said: "They think that the human race cannot live too peacefully. At least before the Snow Country is wiped out, they also think that mortals should not receive too much care, and practitioners should tear away the hypocrisy. The mask directly enslaves mortals, and at the same time undergoes massive screening, selects mortals with potential for cultivation, and uses various methods to promote their growth and strengthen the power of the human race."
Zhao Layue’s black eyes showed surprise, and said, "It's like raising sheep?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Jing Jiu didn't speak.
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Xihuai Mountain is west of Chaoge City.
One thousand and seven hundred miles.
This is just outside the scope of the Yunmeng Mountain Array.
There is fog everywhere in the cliff. As the sun rises and the mist evaporates, the scenery in front of the cliff becomes clearer.
The young man sits on the edge of the cliff, holding a bamboo pole in his hand.
The line hanging from the head of the rod dropped to the bottom of the cliff and sank into a waterfall.
The sound of the water roars, the waterfall is very fast, but the thin line doesn't move.
He was fishing for birds in the cloud that day, but what did he fish for in the waterfall today?
Some very thin black shadows can be seen faintly walking through the waterfall, so fast, they can swim freely in the vertical curtain of water. I don't know what kind of exotic fish they are. &1t;i>&1t;/i>
Those black shadows staring at the front end of the thin line, knowing the danger, but refuse to leave, seem to be extremely greedy species.
The thin, short old man squatted beside the young man, rubbing his red nose with his hands from time to time, looking really like a dog.
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at a cliff more than ten miles away.
The old man looked around, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that a lame young man was climbing up the mountain with his suitcase.
"He is different from Liu Shisui. The fire in Liu Shisui's heart is fake, but he really hates them. The bad techniques of the Sanqing Sect are not worth learning."
The young man glanced at the old man and said, "How about making him become your master of the Profound Yin Sect?"
The old man said: "Interesting. Anyway, my disciples and grandchildren have never honored me, let alone help my ancestor to solve the trouble, they all deserve to die."&1t;i>&1t;/i>
The young man inserted the bamboo pole into the crevice of the cliff and stood up and looked into the distance.
The moment his hand left the bamboo pole, the thin black shadows in the waterfall rushed toward the end of the thread like countless black lightning.
Countless splashes of water were stirred up, mixed with piercing screams.
The young man ignored him, looking over there and suddenly said: "Did you ask him to jump off the cliff to find a cave, or fall into the lake to find a treasure chest?"
The old man smiled and said: "I think everything is fine."
The young man suddenly asked: "Do you really want to kill me?"
The old man looked as usual and did not speak.
The young man turned around to look at him, still with a friendly smile on his delicate face.
The old man was silent for a while and said: "I don't want to hide it from you, because it's meaningless and I can't hide it. Yes, I really want to kill you today."&1t;i>&1t;/i>
The young man said: "Why?"
"My disciples and grandchildren didn’t honor me because they didn’t know where I was hiding. They couldn’t help me solve this big problem because they couldn’t beat you Qingshan. But that doesn’t mean they don’t love me. When I worship the ancestors every year, my portrait will inevitably be placed in the third place."
The old man sneered and said: "My sect has been suppressed by your decency for thousands of years, and I have lived like a dog. I finally have some hope in recent years. Of course my ancestor wants to do something for the sect, but at this time you want me Do you think I have a reason not to be angry when you pass the exercises to this lame man you don’t know?"
"Yes, I heard that the young master of Xuanyin sect is pretty good now. I want to come and you are going to pass the exercises to him."
The young man smiled and said, "But I think it's very interesting, so that's it."
The old man squinted his eyes and said nothing.
Of course he wants to kill this young man and gain true freedom.
But he didn't do it~IndoMTL.com~ Naturally there are reasons why he can't do it.
The young man sighed, reached out his hand and touched the old man's head, his eyes full of pity.
Compassion is not sympathy, but more condescending.
The old man is a well-known big demon in the history of spiritual practice, one of the famous sword escapers: the three ancestors of the Xuanyin sect.
Who is qualified to have mercy on him?
Or.
Young people have pity on themselves.
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