The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Among the fishing villages.

Facing a Taoist priest with an unfamiliar face, the villagers were more vigilant, and soon several adult men with farm tools came forward to ask.

Li Changsheng understood their vigilance very well, the more chaotic the world, the more bandits and robbers. Many times, if you can live in peace, few people are willing to be bandits and robbers, and most people are often forced by life.

Today's Kyushu has not yet reached the world's chaos, but the disasters in successive years have long since returned to the peace of the past.

One palace and two gates will take action to relieve disasters, and many disasters will be suppressed as soon as they emerge. But fighting a fire depends on the sky, and saving people depends on fate. Not every rescue can be done in time, and not everyone can be saved.

Just like in the Wu Dynasty, the Shangqing Palace responded very promptly, and reported it to itself at the first time, and at the same time began to fall from other places.

"This Taoist priest, what's the matter in our Huangjia Village?"

"The poor Taoist wandered around here and ran out of dry food, so I came here to ask for some food."

"The Taoist priest, please go to the next village. Our village has just been hit by a drought, and there is no food at home."

"Poverty can cure illnesses in exchange for food."

Hearing that Li Changsheng can cure diseases, the villagers looked at each other and confirmed several times, and then hurriedly invited Li Changsheng into the village.

Under the catastrophe, there must be plagues and diseases.

No matter which era you are in, seeing a doctor is always extremely costly. In the Taiping era, ordinary people could afford to see a doctor. In today's world, ordinary people can only struggle to get sick.

There are dozens of patients in the fishing village, most of them are weak and contracted cold and cold. The best treatment is nothing more than eating and drinking enough. This is a poor disease.

Li Changsheng replenished their qi and blood with one injection. Although it could not keep them safe for the rest of their lives, it could at least help them tide over the difficulties.

"Master Immortal, Elder Immortal!"

The villagers in the fishing village knelt down and kowtowed in shock after seeing such a miraculous skill.

"Pindao is neither a god nor a master."

Li Changsheng lifted them up with his hands, and then continued to treat the next patient, basically picking up a silver needle and pricking it at Tianling Gai, and the needle cured the disease.

In the blink of an eye, the patients in the fishing village were basically cured, and Li Changsheng asked an old man alone for questioning.

"How about your taxes?"

"Back to the elder, our tax is not too heavy. Thirty one tax. Although these years have been full of disasters, they are still passable. If this was done a few years ago, we would have all starved to death."

The person who answered was an old man with gray hair, whose bone age was over forty, which was already considered a long life in ancient society.

"What kind of emperor was that before? Today we want to build a forest garden, tomorrow we want to build a palace, and the day after tomorrow we want to see the imperial mausoleum. All of these require money and people, so the officials and lords took people everywhere to arrest strong men. Back then, there were not many in a village. Man, none of the people who were captured have come back."

Li Changsheng took advantage of the situation and asked, "Then where is the emperor now?"

"Dead, died a few years ago." The old man suddenly lowered his voice and whispered: "Although the court said that he died of illness, we all guess that he was killed by a fairy."

"After the death of the old emperor, the new emperor came up and changed from the original tax of ten to one of forty. In recent years, I heard that the gods are going to prepare for heavy rain, so now it is thirty one. Life is hard. It’s a bit late, but at least there’s still something to eat, if it’s the old emperor, we’re afraid we’ll all die.”

"It's better for you immortals. If you weren't there, those officials might not know how to torment us."

The old man already regarded Li Changsheng as a legendary immortal, but the immortal he mentioned did not specifically refer to Li Changsheng, but all the monks in the practice world.

In the eyes of ordinary people in Kyushu, monks are basically good people. If there is any injustice, as long as you find the gods, you will be able to solve it.

So it's not that the current monks all have lofty moral character, but that there is a separation between immortals and mortals, and those who often walk in the mortal world are basically disciples of the same palace and two sects. These three sects are all righteous sects, and the disciples in the sects have been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​protecting the world and the people since childhood.

But by chance, the old man's call of immortal was not wrong.

Li Changsheng saw that the old man was full of praise for the monk, so he couldn't help asking:

"Old man, do you think it would be good for monks to govern the world?"

"Uh... little old man, I'm stupid and short-sighted, I don't know what a monk is."

"It's the fairy in your mouth."

"That's naturally very good, definitely better than those officials."

Li Changsheng rejected their invitation to stay overnight, and set off to the next village

For the same reason, to exchange medicine for food, a bowl of rice is not too much, a bite of cake is not too little, and even a handful of wild vegetables are fine.

So naturally it is not for food, but to see the big from the small. If the people couldn't even get a bite to eat, then there would be no need for this dynasty to exist.

Every year, the spiritual treasury will allocate some spiritual stone pills to the ordinary imperial court, and there are countless yellow and white ones. The benefit is to make them less tossing the common people. Today, natural disasters continue, but food is sufficient.

Dushi has fought for Kyushu for 5 years, and these 5 years are preparations for the next 10 years.

Li Changsheng's speed was very fast, and he came to another village as soon as he walked out of the village. In a few days, he could walk hundreds of villages and more than a dozen counties. Without talking to the locals, he can cover 1/10 of a dynasty's territory in a day.

If you encounter monsters along the way, you will kill them, and if you encounter patients, you will treat them.

The Qi Dynasty where he lived was generally not bad, at least there was no famine, and most people still had something to eat, and some villages even entertained him with chicken, duck and fish.

Li Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, and then took the boat along the Tao River to the next dynasty.

At the same time, after more than a month, the news of the abolition of the Wu Dynasty finally reached the Qi Dynasty. Suddenly the government and the public were shaken. The emperor ordered a thorough inspection of the granary, and countless officials were ransacked and questioned.

If there is a shortage of food in any granary, no investigation is required. If the local parents do not return the food, they will be executed on the spot by the imperial envoy.

The emperor of the Qi Dynasty seemed to be insane, and issued one imperial decree after another, and the army of the whole country ran around.

As long as it involves greedy food, no matter what the royal relatives, relatives and aristocratic families will kill without mercy, if they are peeled off, they will have to replace the food. If it were the ministers in the usual imperial court, they would not allow the emperor to behave like this, and the local aristocratic families are not soft persimmons.

What the emperor did would only anger the scholar class of the entire country, which would lead to violent turmoil and even assassination. The emperor also had no way to act recklessly, and there were very few emperors who could truly achieve supremacy.

But it's different now, it's about the country, and the emperor wants to get food back if he fights to the death.

Because the Wu Dynasty has set an example for him, if the food is not recovered, Daqi will have to change the dynasty.

———————

Later Wu Dynasty.

Later Wu was close to the Taojiang River, which was the most fertile place in Kyushu in peacetime, but now it has turned into a vast ocean.

Farmland has been washed away, leaving only barren beaches.

The sky began to drizzle, and Li Changsheng walked on the muddy road wearing a bamboo hat. Along the way, most of the villages are ghost villages, the houses are empty, except for a few hungry mice with red eyes.

Large tracts of land are uninhabited, and there are no longer continuous stretches of wheat fields in the past.

He couldn't help speeding up his pace, and finally met a group of people who were on their way. There were dozens of people in total, and everyone was ragged and skinny.

Li Changsheng distributed all the dry food on his body to them, but he didn't have enough food on the way, so he traveled thousands of miles and caught a wild boar. This was probably the last pig in the land of thousands of miles.

The flood not only affected the human race, but other creatures were also affected, and even perished. For example, the East China Sea at this time is already a pot of hot soup, and it is difficult for ordinary creatures to survive.

After everyone had eaten and regained some strength, Li Changsheng asked, "Where are the people here?"

"They all ran away."

The brilliance in the respondent's eyes because of the full meal was shrouded in endless numbness the next moment.

There is a kind of suffering called numbness.

"The flood tide ebbed and flowed and flooded hundreds of miles of land in three years. We also ran hundreds of miles and barely survived with the food provided by the court. Then we found a place to continue farming and reclaim wasteland. I thought I can have a bite in the coming year. I didn’t expect the water to recede again, and most of the fields have no water to irrigate.”

Hou Wu was not in a place where the heaven and earth changed most violently, and the rainfall was relatively normal, and it would not last three years at a time. But the Taojiang River they rely on for survival runs through the entire Kyushu. It rains heavily in the upper reaches and floods in the lower reaches.

Taojiang is like a monster that swallows everything. After three years of heavy rain, it can swell for hundreds of miles, and after three years of severe drought, it recedes.

Li Changsheng was silent for a while, and then asked, "Where did you escape?"

"I ran away to the imperial capital, where there is food to eat. If I can escape, I will live, but if I cannot escape, I can only wait to die."

Li Changsheng sent them to Houwu Huangdu, a huge and incomparably huge capital. At this time, half of it was submerged in water, and the other half was crowded with refugees.

There was a sense of death in the city, and countless corpses were carried out to be burned every day.

plague.

Li Changsheng stood in the air, and the soft breath like a spring breeze enveloped the entire city. He waved his hand lightly, and a spring breeze hit, blowing away all the ailments.

He did not save people in a leisurely manner like in the past, but directly penetrated the human body with great magic power to drive away the pain.

After counting, he found Emperor Hou Wu in an instant.

I saw an old man with gray hair and wearing coarse linen kneeling in the soil, carefully rubbing a rice plant. Once the emperor was like an old farmer in the country, his skin was dark, his hair was messy, and his body was muddy.

Li Changsheng turned his attention to the rice that the other party was holding in both hands. The rice was plump, and the roots contained a trace of spiritual energy, but the rice had no spirituality.

Rice with spiritual energy is not uncommon, and it is basically spiritual rice cultivated by the sect of practice. It can be used for food, as an adjuvant to elixir, or even used to form formations.

Rice contains the air of water and soil, which can reconcile the five elements of yin and yang.

But this rice plant is different, it only uses aura as nutrition, and the rice produced has no aura.

"Where did this rice come from?" Li Changsheng asked.

After this moment, Emperor Wu was bewildered. He raised his head and saw an ordinary face. He was puzzled and guarded at first, and then his eyes widened slightly.

"Fairy?"

The portraits of living immortals are basically kept by ordinary emperors, and some emperors with perseverance and ability have even participated in the Guanghan Banquet in the practice world. Although they basically sit at the bottom of the table, they can see Li Changsheng's appearance through the projection spell of the Moon Palace.

Emperor Hou Wu came back to his senses, turned around and knelt down in the mud, and said, "Emperor Hou Wu, pay homage to the immortal, and ask the immortal to save the people of Great Wu!"

"Pindao will save me naturally, so you get up first." Li Changsheng pointed to the rice in the soil, "You cultivated this rice?"

"I discovered it by accident." Emperor Wu replied.

"It only needs a little spiritual energy to produce plump rice grains. And its roots are very long, which can penetrate deep into the ground and will not be washed away by heavy rain."

Li Changsheng picked up the rice, pulled it up slightly, and saw that the roots of the rice were more than ten meters long.

"This thing is the chance to escape one of them."

Li Changsheng stopped in Houwu, and he and the emperor of Houwu jointly studied the rice.

Although most of the time, the Empress Wu Emperor was doing his hands and couldn't do anything in terms of research. It may be a great honor for him to live with the legendary immortal.

For thousands of years, the Kyushu people grew up listening to the legends of immortals. Whether it is in the world of practice or in the world, there are stories of living immortals. People may not know his face, but they must have heard of his deeds.

When a person has existed for thousands of years, he will be remembered and looked up to by everyone.

"Master Immortal, do we still have hope? When will this flood recede?"

"Don't worry, there are poor people."

"Master Immortal, the rice has grown, and it will be ripe in just two months! However, this rice will consume a lot of spirit stones. A medium-grade spirit stone can only support half an acre of land, and three pieces will be changed every month. So After conversion, this rice is more expensive than gold."

"Don't worry, Pindao will solve it."

"Immortal, look at this rice, a single spiritual stone can support one mu of land. Your ability is unbelievable. It's just that I heard that some monks don't want to use spiritual stones to farm. After all, they want to feed the whole world. I'm afraid it will require a lot of spirit stones, which will affect the cultivation of the gods."

"Don't worry, Pindao agrees."

"Immortal, the old minister's lifespan is over, and you still haven't changed at all. Father is right. The seasons change from winter to autumn, but you are the only one who remains unchanged. Father also said that if the world is in trouble, I beg you. Please." Please, please...save my people, we just...just want to eat."

"Heaven perishes my great Wu, heaven perishes my human race!"

The only emperor in the world who knew how to farm dropped his arm, and another person left. Li Changsheng couldn't remember which number it was.

The Empress Wu lived with him for only one year, which is not too long even in a mortal's sense of time. But the length of time has long since lost its meaning to him. He recognized the old emperor for a day, a hundred years, even a thousand years.

For a day passes and he does not die, a hundred years passes and he does not die, a thousand years still exists.

It's just that the old man's speech in the west, his voice and appearance are just like yesterday.

Li Changsheng closed his eyes, and said lightly, "Don't worry, there is a poor man."

The breeze blows from the window, and the rice on the potted plants moves with the wind, gently shaking its full grains.

—————

The 32nd year of the Sendo flood.

The majestic heavy rain came again, and it lasted for more than 9 months. Countless rivers turned into wild dragons, engulfing everything around them. The valleys turned into rivers, the plains turned into vast oceans, and everything in the past was buried in the torrential flood.

With a wave of Li Changsheng's hand, the rushing mountain torrent diverted its course. Countless mortals under his feet walked towards the plateau like ants, and people fell down constantly along the way. At the beginning, people still had enough energy to take care of the wounded, but later it became a hasty burial, and finally they didn't even look at it.

Unless a loved one falls, people will ignore it indifferently.

And monks don't have much spare power, all their mana is used to protect mortals from wind and rain. Let the rain not deprive them of their body temperature, let the torrents sweep them away, and let the road under their feet become smooth.

The rest of the long journey to Tianzhou needs to be walked step by step by mortals.

Li Changsheng could take away millions of people, but not tens of millions. The entire cultivation world could take away tens of millions of people, but there were still tens of millions of people left.

It was proposed to take only a few million people and leave the rest to fend for themselves. Even if the tens of thousands of Liming people in the world are all dead, as long as their monks are still in the human race, they will not die.

Just like the past years, it is not that the human race has not faced disaster. Generally, in the face of such a catastrophe, there are great practitioners who lead a small number of people to escape. Even if there are only hundreds of thousands, or even tens of thousands of people left in the end, it will be another prosperous world after thousands of years.

No one has ever taken tens of millions of people to flee, and it is unknown how many people will die along the way. Even if they fled to Tianzhou, the weather there is harsh and the soil is barren, so they can't support so many people at all.

Since they are all going to die, why not let them fend for themselves. It's better to die a quicker death than to take Tianzhou and struggle hard.

There is no need to work hard for mortals, it is enough for their monks to last for decades, this is life.

Ever since the practice world took over the mortal world, all kinds of opinions about abandoning mortals have emerged one after another, especially in recent years, and there are even similar remarks within the first palace and the two sects. Especially when the Tianzhou migration plan came out, more than half of the Kyushu Yuanying people opposed it.

Li Changsheng only used two sentences to convince them.

The first sentence is "Poverty wants to save the world."

The 2nd sentence is "Who objected?"

So far, no one objected, and the people all over the world began to migrate to the Tianzhou plateau. Maybe a lot of people will die in this process, maybe less than half of the people will reach the Tianzhou Plateau in the end, maybe they will die, get tired, and feel pain.

If you are afraid, you can not go, no one will force them.

Li Changsheng was just giving them a chance.

Rumble!

A mountain range blocking the way to the Tianzhou plateau was cut off by a cold light, and then the mountain shook for a while, and the huge mountain range was slowly lifted up.

I saw a Taoist man in Tsing Yi bathed in the divine light. Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of Liming people, he raised the mountain with one hand, and a road reaching the sky appeared in front of them.

There are nine tribulations in the world, I will remove eight of them, and the remaining one still needs to be overcome by sentient beings.