I have an eternal eye

clang! Clang!

In the early morning, the melodious bells echoed throughout the city.

In the thick fog, Li Erlang opened the wooden window and looked into the distance.

It was completely white outside the window, and he couldn't see anything clearly from a hundred meters away, but he knew that the bell was coming from Lushan Academy.

He has been waking up to the sound of this bell since he was a child.

But at that time, the academy was still populated by scholars from all over Huaizhou, and their families all had small assets.

He came from a commoner background and came to Lushan Academy, so he only dared to think about it.

But now, the bells on the mountain still ring.

But the people inside have become those master practitioners, and a single thought can determine life and death.

Lushan Academy,

He couldn't even think about it now.

“Ho ho…”

A moan came from the wooden bed. It was his old woman who was nearly fifty years old. She had a skinny face, dull eyes, and a bad smell.

Li Erlang hurriedly stepped forward, put his ear close, and asked in a low voice: "Mom...what did you say?"

"Hungry."

It took the old man a long time to mutter a word.

After hearing this, Li Erlang suddenly turned pale.

Since the arrival of the fog disaster, people's lives have deteriorated day by day. Material exchanges between various places have been interrupted, and food prices have soared.

He used to help out in a restaurant, and the boss was kind-hearted. He would also let the workers pack the leftover meals to give his family a living.

But now that the plague is spreading, he has also run out of rice.

This plague made people panic. I heard that those infected with the plague would turn into evil spirits that cannibalize human flesh. Wu Laoshi next door secretly ate his whole family.

Everyone is afraid.

His mother was not infected with the epidemic, but after the fog disaster came, she didn't see the sun all year round, and her home became damp and moldy, so she couldn't bear it and fell ill.

There are so many old people who have passed away like this.

Thinking of this, Li Erlang felt his heart twisting. Hearing the sound of footsteps passing outside the window, he gritted his teeth and pushed open the door.

He couldn't afford the money for medical treatment.

Nowadays, the price of medicine has skyrocketed, and ordinary people cannot afford it.

But at least let me have a full meal.

"Uncle, okay..."

Li Erlang ran to the side of the road, without even looking, he knelt down and kowtowed, with tears and runny nose streaming down his face, "Please give me something to stutter, my mother is going to starve to death."

He knew who these people were.

The officials of the Yamen have already explained that these are high-ranking monks, and it is the glory of Lushan City to gather here.

Anyone who dares to offend the guests will be driven out of the mountain city and fed to wild dogs.

But Li Erlang didn't want to wait for death, this was his only way.

He didn't dare to look up, he could only see the black leather boots of the person in front of him, and then a gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"Taoist Cui..."

"Okay, okay, I know."

"Boy, go to Changchun Temple. They are giving out porridge there and I can help you find a job."

Sugarcane!

A token was thrown at his feet.

Li Erlang quickly picked it up and held it tightly in his arms.

He knew where Changchun Temple was, and he also knew that he finally had a way to survive.

He hurriedly raised his head, only to see a few figures disappearing into the thick fog. He had no choice but to kowtow one after another, "Thank you, sir!"

Listening to the voice behind him, Zhang Biao sighed slightly.

Cui Laodao shook his head when he saw this and said: "In troubled times, people are worse than dogs. This Lushan City is relatively stable, but there is really no hope of survival in Luzhou."

Zheng Yongxiang also looked gloomy, "On the way here, I saw that some trees were dead, but some poisonous weeds that like shade were extremely prosperous."

"Three years of foggy weather, I'm afraid many people won't be able to survive this year..."

Zhang Biao did not speak, but looked at the sky.

After talking with the elders of the Five Immortals Sect yesterday, I stayed up all night.

As the elder said,

Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

Just like the mist disaster to mortals, the sect monks in this world are also helpless in the face of the plunder of those powerful beings.

Destiny is like a tide,

Everyone is helpless.

What he can do,

Just take one step at a time.

The only good thing last night was that he reached an agreement with the Five Immortals Sect, planted his own spiritual field, and exchanged the Awakening Herb for the precious medicine.

He was not surprised that the Five Immortals Sect had precious medicine.

Although the spiritual energy has been cut off for thousands of years, there are always special exceptions. He can find the Sanming Fire Zhi. In the snowy mountains full of rare treasures, there will always be some treasures left by chance.

As for the Nuo-faced Xiongbo, there is no need to think about it for the time being.

There are many monsters in the snow-capped mountains. They are so powerful that they can open caves in the sky. It is no surprise that they turn into ghosts and gods after death.

The Five Immortals Sect must have an existence similar to the Liuling Divine Realm. Even their local snakes can barely protect themselves. It is conceivable that the spiritual world there is terrifying.

After the auction, he went back to plant the spiritual fields.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao no longer hesitated and strode towards the mountain road with Cui Laodao and Zheng Yongxiang.

As Cui Laodao said, although it is simple, it can be regarded as a grand event after the spiritual energy is revived. Almost all the practitioners in Huaizhou arrived.

His evil reputation has spread.

Almost all the monks I saw along the way avoided him.

Zhang Biao didn't care, and his spiritual vision kept running.

With his current level of cultivation, exploring these low-level monks would cost him very little energy and spirit, and what he saw was eye-opening to him.

The skinny old man in front is a spiritual wizard.

Unlike Yu Ziqing's incense master Liu Ling, this old man was actually spotted by a snake spirit. He was not very capable. The old man also suffered backlash and had only a few years to live.

But the combination of the two makes life in the countryside very nourishing.

This kind of folk witch is very common, has no authentic method, and has a shorter life span than ordinary people, but it can live comfortably.

The man on the left is a mountain guard.

He was originally a hunter in the mountains. He is highly skilled in martial arts. When he awakens as a ghost, he can use his spiritual thoughts to communicate with the mountain elves. It sounds like he is very suitable for the magic of the Tiger Temple...

The monks who are farther away actually come from the Lotus Sect, traveling around the world, practicing asceticism to temper their minds, hoping to inherit the Buddha's treasure.

Zhang Biao now knows a lot.

The so-called Buddha treasure, even a magic weapon similar to spiritual roots, can awaken the so-called Buddha power by paying some price.

But it is still far from spiritual roots.

Hu Yunhai concealed something last night, but Zhang Biao knew that these people were willing to be controlled at home, mostly for the sake of their skills and spiritual roots after the foundation building period.

Spiritual roots are the condition for stepping into foundation building.

He has obtained the Blood Spirit Root, and it is of a high level and can accommodate two kinds of magical powers. However, it was damaged when traveling through the spiritual world, and now it can only accommodate one kind of magical power.

The spiritual roots are there, but the skills are missing.

According to what Hu Yunhai said, the Xuanyang Sect and the inner sect of Fang Xiang Sect all went to prevent the unknown being from taking the fruit. If he wanted to find the follow-up technique, he would have to find the remains of these people first.

"I met Taoist Taoist Tai Sui..."

Just when Zhang Biao was deep in thought, a voice came from the front. It was Gu Chou who had set up his own Baiyun Sword Pavilion.

Today, he is very enthusiastic. When they meet, he bends down and holds his hands, smiling and saying: "Two days ago, fellow Taoist Tai Sui really showed his power. He can be called a hero!"

Zhang Biao was speechless, "Just do it casually."

Seeing his cold attitude, Gu Chou didn't care. He took a step forward and whispered: "Zheng, Wang, Liu and Bai are the four great families in Huaizhou. The Wang family has been punished by Xuandu Temple for provoking demons and has retreated from Lushan City. The Bai family has It is adjacent to Bozhou, and the journey is far away, so no one has been sent.”

"If fellow Taoist Tai Sui is interested in the inheritance of Shanjun Temple, I will give you your full help."

Zhang Biao's expression remained unchanged, "What does Gu Xiangzhu want?"

Gu Qiu slightly raised his hand and said, "Mr. Tai Sui, please don't misunderstand me. I just admire you and want to make friends."

After that, he nodded and left with a smile.

Watching the other party go away, Cui Laodao chewed his teeth and said, "This Gu Chou, no wonder he can get along in the capital, he is really good at flattering."

Zheng Yongxiang was full of vigilance, "He is in a high position and is not arrogant. He is also able to bend and stretch. Immortal Master, be careful about this person in the future."

Zhang Biao looked calm and said: "Don't worry, I know it."

While talking, several people had entered the academy.

Today, the atmosphere in the academy is extremely solemn. There are heavy soldiers guarding the door, and there are even new Xuanduguan disciples appearing.

Cui Laodao said in a low voice: "With the matter of the Slaughter Cult, today's auction, Taoist Master Xu Chen has personally taken over it, Lao Dao, I can also worry less."

"What about the elders of Shanjun Temple?"

"Not showing up yet..."

Just as he was talking, the young Taoist leader in the hall that day had strode over and gave a Taoist salute, "Mr. Tai Sui, you are today's distinguished guest. My uncle has specially reserved a seat for you. Please come with me."

"I haven't asked for advice yet."

"Xiao Dao Lingxun."

Naturally, Zhang Biao would not be polite when others treated him politely. Under the envious eyes of the monks around him, he followed Ling Xun through the side door of the main hall.

The auction venue is in the academy lecture hall.

In this world, Confucian scholars have the custom of debating scriptures, which is a bit like an arena. One person steps forward to explain the scriptures, and the other person goes on stage to argue.

Therefore, there is a circular stone platform in the center of the lecture hall, surrounded by white jade pillars, and the platform is filled with tables and chairs.

It can be seen that Xuanduguan spent a lot of money this time.

An altar has been erected near the lecture hall. Several Taoists are sitting in the altar, burning incense and chanting mantras, which not only disperses the thick fog in the lecture hall, but also ensures the safety of the auction.

Zhang Biao's seat is naturally at the front.

There was an old man in rich clothes next to him, with an elegant temperament. He first smiled and nodded at Zhang Biao, and then looked at Zheng Yongxiang, "Yongxiang, Mo Yangcheng, most of the clan will leave it to you. From now on, we need to communicate with each other and keep in touch."

"Thank you, Uncle Huainan."

Zheng Yongxiang's eyes were filled with excitement and he respectfully handed over his hand.

He knew that he borrowed Zhang Biao's prestige.

Seeing Xuanduguan's attitude towards Zhang Biao, the Zheng family would naturally not suppress him easily again.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the venue.

I saw a middle-aged Taoist man striding forward. He was tall, walking with a wind, and his brows were full of majesty.

"I've met Elder Xuchen!"

"I've met the elder!"

Many monks came to greet him one after another, and even the city lord Zheng Huainan and Cui Laodao stood up.

Zhang Biao nodded slightly and activated his spiritual vision.

This person is a second-grade Huang level, and his cultivation level is similar to that of Ling Chong.

Zhang Biao was not surprised. Not long after the spiritual energy was revived, the cultivation level of these elders of the sect was similar to that of his disciples. Some even damaged their own foundation to speed up their cultivation.

He knew that these people knew that they had missed the opportunity, and most of them wanted to continue the sect and pave the way for their disciples.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Tai Sui is indeed extraordinary."

Taoist Xu Chen spoke very boldly, sitting directly in front of Zhang Biao, shaking his head and saying: "I should have visited earlier, but something happened at Yunxia Pass, so I was delayed."

Zhang Biao frowned, "Is the Corpse Plague really man-made?"

Xu Chen nodded, his face became solemn, "It's a life-killing sacrifice, and the person behind the scenes should be Pei Tu, the right protector. Li Mingshu sneaked into this place, most likely to cooperate with the inside and outside. Fortunately, fellow Taoist took action."

He said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank fellow Taoist. Duliang Mountain has succeeded. That thing is very important to my Xuandu Temple. I will give it to you as an ancient magic weapon later."

"Master Taoist, you're welcome."

Although Zhang Biao was curious, he didn't ask any more questions.

Soon, monks from all walks of life entered the venue one after another.

The young Taoist Ling Xun jumped onto the stone platform, saluted in all directions, and said loudly: "The heaven and earth are renewed. Although there is a misfortune caused by fog, the practice world is already full of vitality. I, Xuandu Guan, am willing to be your guarantor. Communicate whether or not.”

"This time, some things were brought into the temple, including spiritual materials, talismans, and paper. It can be considered as a way to attract others."

After that, he ordered people to carry boxes one after another.

There are not only the remnants of evil spirits inside, but also refined antidote and evil pills, and even some talismans.

Of course, the most popular ones were the blank talisman papers, which were so beautifully made that Zhang Biao felt ashamed and immediately exchanged some of them with the remaining white bone demon powder.

Ling Xun speaks well and is good at enlivening the atmosphere.

Unconsciously, the atmosphere of the auction reached a climax.

This is what monks are like. They spend most of their time practicing alone, especially since everyone here is considered a pioneer, so there are not many opportunities to get together.

Finally, all the items released by Xuandu Temple were sold out, and Lingxun's expression became solemn, "I know why you are here, and I respectfully invite you, Senior Yuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the side room creaked open, and an old man kept coughing and slowly walked onto the stone platform...