Chapter 54 (1/2)

Yuncaiyue took out five inferior spirit stones and gave them directly to the city guard of the spirit realm.

After receiving the five inferior spirit stones, the city guard looked at Yun 13, returned a inferior spirit stone to Yun caiyue, and said, ”we cultivators here have a inferior spirit stone for each person in the city, but ordinary people don't need a spirit stone, just a silver coin.”

Unexpectedly, Wen Yan all looked at Yun 13. Yun 13 was also a little embarrassed. The feeling was that the city guard didn't notice his spiritual power and regarded him as an ordinary person.

At this time, the city guard continued: ”you don't have to be surprised. The charge in our louver city is very fair. According to different people, there are several standards. Only practitioners want spiritual stones. Ordinary people don't need spiritual stones. Ordinary people just need a silver coin.”

Such a standard is very humanized. Ordinary people use gold and silver. They don't have spirit stones.

The city entry fee of a silver coin is not high. Of course, this does not mean that a silver coin is equal to a inferior spirit stone. They also charge the city entry fee according to the income ability of different groups.

The cloud moon threw the inferior spirit stone back and said, ”we don't have gold and silver. Let's use the inferior spirit stone!”

”Thank you, fairy!”

Chengwei immediately took Lingshi with a smile and immediately released it to Yun 131.

Louver city is the only big city nearby, but it is also very lively. When you enter louver City, you finally feel the noise of the city.

Pedestrians come and go in the streets. All kinds of people run for all kinds of purposes, including vendors shouting on the roadside, children playing, couples, and prodigal children who are single.

However, there are many ordinary people, and only ordinary people have such a full life, but practitioners don't have much time to enjoy such prosperity.

The cultivation of immortality is bumpy and has a long way to go. Although the cultivator can increase some longevity yuan every time he reaches a state, he doesn't dare to relax. A slight neglect may have come to the end.

Yun shisan looks at the bustling crowd, which is the difference between ordinary people and practitioners.

Ordinary people yearn for cultivation very much, because after cultivation, they can increase their longevity, ride the wind and waves, and have the means of sweeping mountains and seas.

However, they don't know that the hardships of cultivation, as long as they don't become immortals, they have to be cautious and don't dare to neglect at all. The longevity of practitioners has increased, but they have all been used in boring meditation and cultivation, and don't dare to waste at all.

But how many can become immortals? As long as they don't become immortals, they are still a pile of dead bones. In the end, they find that their life is not as hurried as ordinary people for a hundred years.

Practitioners envy ordinary people. Ordinary people's time is short, but it is full.

However, the way of cultivating immortals and seeking Taoism goes one after another, just because everyone thinks they can, they won't regret, they can become immortals!

Which youth is not crazy? They thought that they would not regret it until they had been on the road of cultivation. However, when they embarked on the road of cultivation, they found that the difficulty of the fairy way was impossible to turn back.

”A flashy dream,

Flowers and embroidered brocades are everywhere,

A dream in the world of mortals is like a grandstand,

Thousands of red flowers fall back to the true bosom!

Getting up early and greedy for black two loads of firewood,

Wind and rain go to a table,

Stay safe and hope for no disaster,

Autumn goes and spring returns.

The rosy clouds disappear and the moon dew whitens,

Waking up from a dream, the Tathagata is a sea of pain,

See through the flashy heart no longer,

Lingtai Siyuan is outside the world of mortals.

The clouds in the deep mountains are startling,

A shadow in the clouds looks like an immortal,

Willing to give up the thousands of red sea of suffering,

A pure heart steps outside,

There are many monsters on the road,

It's half a hundred years since I stepped on the cloud mountain,

I've been looking for immortals for half my life,

He asked wholeheartedly, where is it?

Wasted decades,

Filled with sorrow,

The light wind caresses the clouds, and the eyes gradually open,

The blue sky and the red sun have not changed,