Chapter 1389: Our past (2/2)

Without the past, how can there be a future?

When he was about to turn around and leave, Li Yao noticed a detail.

In front of the four clay-born idols, there are dozens of sacrificial offerings such as roast chicken, glutinous meat, steamed buns, qingtuan, and dried incense.

Li Yao knows that the poverty level of the villagers in this place can't even drink millet porridge. Roasted chicken, bad meat, white bread, and the like are supreme delicacies that you don't even think about during the New Year.

The villagers bought these things for the four clay-born idols, and they don’t know how much effort, effort, and thoughts they have taken!

However, these things slowly decayed in front of the mud-female idols, and in the end they became cheaper than snakes, insects, rats and ants.

A few unclothed, unkempt, beggar-like children stood outside the temple, but they stood on tiptoes and drooled, staring straight at these sacrifices, watching the roast chicken and the horrible meat a little bit. Corrupted, but dare not even lick it.

Li Yao heard the thunderous agitation from the children's stomachs.

A trace of goodwill for Gu Xiu just rose from the bottom of my heart, and was suppressed again in an instant.

At this time, there was another wailing cry from the village outside. The cries seemed to be contagious. At a time, the whole village, and even several nearby villages, were overwhelmed by cries.

When Li Yao went out of the temple to see, he saw that the whole village had already provoked hundreds of white banners, and many people were very familiar with them and put on sackcloth and filial piety.

”The day before yesterday, Elder Lei from Shiwumen led twenty new immortal masters into the mountain for trial. Unfortunately, he alarmed a strange python that had been dormant in the ground for decades and was about to transform into a flood. Elder Lei and six new immortal masters fell and fell. Up!”

Within the entire Shiwu City, within a radius of hundreds of miles, the sound of cannons sounded, crying into one.

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In one day, Li Yao tracked down and killed the strange python with a red tumor on its head, and took out the corpses of Elder Lei and three cultivators during the Qi refining stage from its abdomen, and condensed them carefully. Get up, take advantage of the starry night when there is no one, put it at the intersection of the three roads at the foot of the mountain.

After bowing to them three times, he returned to the Wujiang Wharf, on his own canoe with a complicated mood.

After that, I went all the way east to inspect the cities and towns along the river, but I put away the arrogance from modern civilization, and put myself in a position to look at the problem from the perspective of the local indigenous people.

After going eastward, the ten or twenty towns are almost the same, centered on the cultivating sects, and then expanded outwards, and the cultivators are indeed high-ranking, majestic and prestigious existences above the imperial power.

However, the landforms of the entire middle and upper reaches of the Wujiang River are almost the same as those surrounding the ”Shiwu City”. There are high mountains and dense forests, and there are many fierce beasts and monsters. Without the fighting of cultivators and monsters, ghosts, tigers and wolves, and dragons and snakes, ordinary people simply cannot survive. .

If Li Yao came from a local farmer, in the face of vicious monsters and tiger wolves, what else can he do except place all his hopes on the ”immortal master”?

If Li Yao is a local cultivator, I am afraid that he will not feel guilty about this relationship. On the contrary, he will feel that he is protecting the environment and protecting the people, eliminating demons and defending the way. With such a hard practice, he is in danger of dying every day. The people worship him. Isn’t it natural to worship oneself and fear oneself?

How to say this truth is not clear!

A few days later, they finally drove out of the middle and upper reaches of the Wujiang River, where there were dense mountains and dense forests, and into the hills and plains of the middle and lower reaches of the Wujiang River.

When I got here, I gradually entered the anointed land in the southeast, where the aura of Dagan was strongest. The development level was greatly improved. Naturally, there were not so many primitive jungles, and there were not so many demons, ghosts, wolves, tigers and leopards.

The hills and farmland here are highly exploited, making it difficult to find even a piece of barren land the size of a fingernail.

After thousands of years of mergers and accumulations, most of the fields and forests belonged to the local tycoons, who were then rented out to farmers for farming.

The rich family surnames are attached to a certain cultivating sect, and there are many more spiritual and best-quality ”spiritual fields” that are directly owned by the cultivating sect and never fall into the hands of ordinary people.

The land here is small and dense, and every inch of land is golden. Most of the cultivating sects' spheres of influence are intertwined and entangled.

Therefore, the biggest enemies of the cultivation sects in the middle and lower reaches of the Wujiang River are no longer monsters and tiger wolves, but-other cultivation sects!

Here, Li Yao saw the struggle between two cultivating schools for the first time.

Under the leadership of seven or eight foundation-building cultivators, nearly a hundred cultivators in the Qi-refining period fought the battle flags of their respective sects, like two groups of angry tiger wolves, rushing together fiercely, killing their lives with swords and swords. Extremely, there is nothing to say about the feelings of fellow daoists.

In just half an hour of the fire, a total of three foundation-building cultivators and more than twenty qi-refining cultivators fell.

And the cause is neither for any peerless supernatural powers, nor for any treasures of the world, but for a cow, an ordinary farming cow!

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Sorry everyone, I accompanied my wife to the postoperative review today, and I was delayed until the afternoon, so the update was late.

It's still three shifts today, don't worry~