The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

A farmhouse in the Western Region.

"He was inside. When we first picked him up, he was unconscious for half a month. He drank some water in the middle and was still alive."

The farmer walked into the farm with a man dressed as a priest, and everyone around him cast curious glances.

The world is changing from beginning to end, and when it comes to the social level, it affects the whole body. In the past, those with high status were powerful people, the asset tycoons in the financial street, and aristocratic families that had been passed down for countless years. Now he has become a clergyman, and his privileges are even more extreme.

This is a change in the top-level structure, and the middle and lower layers will also be affected.

Since reincarnations almost always show an emphasis on agriculture, the status of farmers is higher than before, especially collective farms, which are the main productive forces and are places where order rarely exists.

Attacking a city may not trigger a crackdown from the Holy Cult, but attacking a farm is tantamount to disrespecting the gods and will basically result in death.

The farmers' status is high, but it is not a good thing. The so-called status is relative. In a society with an overall collapse of productivity, living standards except for those at the top will basically lag behind before.

However, this does not affect the farmers' ability to invite clergy, who are actually a different kind of monks from the Western Regions.

The same Qi training, the same Changchun Kung Fu, and the same need for spiritual stones. The only difference is that the magic weapon used is an incense weapon.

Many people are chanting various scriptures from the Bible, but after the morning class is over, they turn around and pick up Changchun Gong.

There is no other way, Changchun Gong is so useful.

People can think and compare, and there will always be a small number of true fanatics. Compared with the Changchun Kung Fu, the skills given by the gods are as different as clouds and mud.

The pastor frowned slightly and blamed: "Since you are a clergyman, why didn't you report it earlier? What if the treatment is delayed? What if you are pretending to be a clergyman? Can you afford it?"

After asking three questions in a row, the farmer was sweating profusely and quickly explained: "Sir, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that it was too chaotic some time ago."

Recalling the chaos a year ago, the pastor nodded and stopped asking.

But since you can go without eating or drinking for a month, you must be a spiritual practitioner.

Arriving at a farmhouse, the farmer opened the door and saw a man in the corner lying weakly on the bed. Several white-feathered chickens ran in from nowhere, and were then driven out by the farmer.

There were only two people left in the farmhouse.

"Cough cough cough."

The priest cleared his throat to reveal his presence, lest the other party would be frightened and attack suddenly.

Practitioners are all superhuman beings. Due to the emergence of the spiritual sense of the sixth sense, many people will rely too much on their spiritual consciousness and their own intuition in the early days. Problems similar to the sequelae of war often arise, leading to unnecessary conflicts.

He wasn't sure if the man was injured in a fight.

After a few seconds, the pastor didn't see the other person getting up from the bed or turning sideways. He could only see the other person's back.

He raised his consciousness a little and probed the other party with difficulty.

Didn't feel any breath.

At least Foundation Establishment, maybe even Jin Dan Zhenren.

The priest's expression became respectful, he bowed down and said in fluent Shenzhou dialect: "Senior, please forgive me for taking the liberty of coming here."

The person on the bed had some reaction. Xu Zhongxian slowly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, coughed twice and asked: "How come the Chinese language has become popular in the Western Regions?"

Language is the most important feature of a civilization. There are dozens or hundreds of languages ​​in the human race in the spiritual world, but most of the monks use the ancient language of spiritual practice that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

The initial reason is that most spiritual books record this language, and many people learn it to facilitate communication and practice.

The world obviously does not have this need.

"Most of the exercises were introduced from the East, and they are all written in the Chinese language. In the end...even the Heavenly Father used the Chinese language at the beginning..."

The pastor had a slight embarrassment on his face.

Of course, there are places in the Western Region that retain their own language, but it is obviously not the area where they live.

Xu Zhongxian suddenly realized that in the short memory of the original god, it seemed that the first time Wuxiang sent down the divine metaphor was in the Chinese language.

I think it should be revived in China first, and then take the lead, and use whichever one you want.

Xu Zhongxian understood this idea very well. He preferred to use the language of the Western Regions from the beginning, because there was no need to learn another mortal language. It was not until later that Taoist Qingxuan reestablished the Immortal Way that he switched to the Chinese language.

Later, when he learned that the immortal was in China, Xu Zhongxian sincerely felt that the Western Region was simply a barbarian land.

He sat down and asked:

"What's going on outside now?"

The priest finally saw the face of this senior clearly, with black hair shawl, soft facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.

Now Xu Zhongxian has completely got rid of the influence of his original body, because Tianshu Yi left the body.

Tianshu Yi is both a sacred weapon and an evil weapon.

Only it will slowly merge with the original way of heaven and eventually return to heaven and earth.

Xu Zhongxian had spent a lot of effort simply resisting the integration.

Chinese people? With such good looks, he might be the chosen one (the reincarnation).

"Back to seniors, peace has been restored outside and civilized society is returning..."

Just as the pastor was mid-sentence, Xu Zhongxian suddenly appeared in front of him and pressed his hand on his forehead. He had no chance to react.

"I'll just look at it."

After saying this, his vision went dark, and the priest fell straight to the ground on the spot. He was not dead, but was just in a brief coma.

The farmers outside were so frightened that they ran away when they saw this scene, and the farm soon became chaotic.

Immediately afterwards, several auras approached here. Although they were only in the foundation building stage, Xu Zhongxian was surprised by such a quick reaction. Quick response to crises and mutations means order, and order does not match the impression of the Western Region.

God loves the world, God sets the law, order returns, and the spirit guards.

The Western Region is getting better, at an incredible speed.

Why? Why is this happening?

Xu Zhongxian looked solemn as he walked back and forth in the room, constantly pinching his fingers to gauge the outside world.

"Something's wrong. Why would a born god pity mortals? Why didn't Wu Xiang join the Tao and create peace again? From ancient times to the present, only immortals would do this. And why did Wu Xiang do this in the first place?"

Xu Zhongxian immediately decided to go out and take a look. What he saw was believing, and what he heard was false.

This is related to his plan. If the great saint does not use the original way of heaven "correctly", then Tianshu Yi will be a bomb that may kill the immortal at any time. If so, he might as well stay around and imitate his previous life.

After walking out of the farmhouse, a golden light fell, turning into starlight and falling on Xu Zhongxian's head.

In an instant, he seemed to see the gaze of a supreme being.

was discovered.

Xu Zhongxian's face was stiff, but he quickly understood himself.

For this supreme existence, he had no confidence in hiding when he had the original way of heaven, let alone now. There is no original way of heaven, and it shows its face in front of the formless.

Now is not the time when they were first reincarnated, when each of them only had Qi training.

"Little guy, let's go see the Western Region. Who is better, Li Changsheng or me?"

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Xu Zhongxian visited three cities in the Western Regions in the past three days.

1st city.

He saw the undistracted thoughts in the court sitting on the judgment bench, deciding good and evil, maintaining order, stating the law, and re-establishing peace.

The great power directly interfered with the law, which reminded Xu Zhongxian of Baiyu Palace. At that time, all criminal cases needed to be transferred to Baiyu Palace.

This can completely prevent someone from seeking personal gain with power, but Xu Zhongxian has always been opposed to this system. Having all the judges judged by immortals can indeed avoid seeking power for personal gain, but wouldn’t the workload of such immortals increase exponentially?

Misjudgments and selfish pursuits can be tolerated within a certain range.

In the Western Region, the people here in the West are judged by gods in name, but in fact they only rely on mortals.

That Wuxiang refined people into soul slaves, manipulated their minds and turned them into puppets.

‘A parody. ’ Xu Zhongxian commented.

He doesn't mind using any means to achieve his goals, but compared with the immortals, he is more than a star lower.

The reason why immortals are respected is because they can do what others cannot and go beyond all common sense.

Later, [Buddha] Xianzhou replied to him this way: This is a small love, the immortal wants to kill less people. The desires of the human heart are like weeds, they grow once every hundred years and in batches every five hundred years.

Xu Zhongxian gradually understood that there is also a historical cycle in the fairy palace. As long as the desires of the human heart still exist, they will repeat themselves again and again. It's just that the immortals bear the weight and kill the corrupt vested interest groups.

Rebellion is not uncommon in the Immortal Palace, but under the majestic figure of the Immortal, all rebellions seem so small.

The 2nd city.

Xu Zhongxian saw that there were spirit warriors transformed from incense on the street, acting as police officers to maintain order in the city. Although these spirit warriors are not as good as a monk with a ninth level of Qi training, they are enough to deal with ordinary people.

And according to his observation, the spirit warriors are more like supervisors, and the actual executioners are the police composed of mortals and monks.

There are also recorders for law enforcement in the cultivation world, and behind them are also the thoughts of immortals.

‘It’s very similar, barely qualified. ’

The third city.

Xu Zhongxian came to the core of Incense Court, the Holy City.

He finally saw a prosperous city in the Western Region, which was more similar to the Imitation of the Immortal Palace and had a third degree of charm.

Relying on the power of the original way of heaven, using incense as the body, he finally realizes that he can have thousands of thoughts like an immortal.

I am the world, and the world is me.

Finally, he came to the statue in the center of the square, where countless people gathered and knelt down to pray spontaneously, and the incense was even more prosperous than before.

Xu Zhongxian looked up and suddenly remembered that there were arguments in his previous life.

Assuming that an immortal walks the path of incense, he can have unparalleled incense in an instant, and even reach the ultimate level of incense in the legend, replacing the heart of heaven with his own heart.

But the immortal never took advantage of the incense from beginning to end, because it was not necessary.

In theory, incense has infinite possibilities, but in reality, the poison of incense alone is enough to stump thousands of people.

Panhu has a three-point immortal style.

"how?"

The voice fell from the sky, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in the incense cave, looking up at the great saint.

Panhu's eyes were indifferent, sitting on a high platform overlooking the prosperous world of the world.

‘It’s very similar. ’

Xu Zhongxian didn't know what the other party meant? Such a supreme being on the same level as an immortal can even ignore his own life and death, but at this moment he is asking for his opinion.

No, it’s compared to immortals.

For some reason, the other person seemed to be imitating an immortal.

Xu Zhongxian felt that the complimenting voice might help him survive, so he replied: "Handan is just learning to walk, but he still has the charm of an immortal."

Answering truthfully, what greeted him was not death, but a chuckle.

"If you say that I am better than him, you are ignorant. If you say that I am weaker than him, you are fearless. Three points of style, not bad, not bad."

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to tell Li Changsheng that Dazhou Shi Sheng will come to the church soon to learn from you."

Dazhou Shisheng is Panhu's honorific title. It was the most formal title in the ancient times. He didn't use it very much, but now Panhu feels that it should be more formal.

Xu Zhongxian returned to the same place in the blink of an eye, with the ability to move thousands of miles in an instant, the momentum of wanton movement was irresistible and undetectable.

Facing Wuxiang, he deeply felt a sense of insignificance and an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It's the same feeling when facing an immortal.

The great sage wanted to challenge the immortal.

Looking up at the sky, the incense cave is hanging high in the sky in the Western Region. The endless gathering of faith already has the power of the Holy King.

A Wuxiang with the cultivation of a Saint King.

"The Immortal must be told immediately."

Xu Zhongxian turned around and left the Western Region. Because his injuries had not fully recovered, and the transportation facilities in the Western Region were basically paralyzed. He could only walk and ran for ten days and nights before barely reaching the border of the Western Region.

There is still a long way to go to China.

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On the other side, the rental house.

There are still a few days until Zhu Xue's birthday, and the old tree spirits are still occupying the small peach forest, discussing the casting process and principles of the original way of heaven.

It can be seen that the old tree spirit is very interested in the methods derived from the specific environment of heaven and earth. The method of mending the sky is only at the Holy King level, but due to its special environment, the actual effect can reach the phaseless level.

Just like the Heavenly Sword, even if Li Changsheng is 5,000 years old, this sword can still give him a bonus to his strength.

Now it is useless to Li Yi.

Zhu Xue dragged her large Taoist robe and knocked on Bai Shi's door. Bai Shi opened the door with sleepy eyes and looked down at the little boy who was only as tall as his own thighs.

Asked: "Xiao Zhuxue, what's the matter?"

Zhu Xue said with a serious expression: "Aunt Bai, remember to prepare a gift for my birthday in three days."

"Ah?" Shiraishi was a little panicked, "It's too late to shop online now, I have to go out."

Zhu Xue nodded with satisfaction, then took the mobile phone from Li Yi and called Wei Xi and Dong Yunshu respectively.

"Aunt Wei, it's my birthday in three days."

"Aunt Dong, it's my birthday in three days."

"Taoist Priest Qingxuan, in three days..."

"Master of World Transformation, three days..."

After notifying everyone, Zhu Xue was finally willing to return the phone to Li Yi, and sat on the sofa in a prepared manner, with a pair of big bright eyes.

It can be seen that I am looking forward to it.

Li Yi yawned and suddenly felt something in his heart. He raised his head and looked out the window, and then continued playing on his mobile phone.

Not long after, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

A little old man hurried in, with disheveled hair and a nervous expression. He was Yang Cang, one of the eight masters.

"Fairy, fairy, fairy... people!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Yi had already figured out what the other party was going to say next. It was almost always the same thing when Tianji Pavilion came to him.

"Immortal! Something bad is going to happen, a catastrophe, a catastrophe, you will have a bloody disaster soon!"

Li Yi scratched his butt, turned sideways and continued to look at his phone.

The words of these magicians in Tianji Pavilion have never been nutritious and not pleasant to listen to. Tian Tian said that this was not good and that was not good, but in the end his masters and masters died, and he was still alive and kicking.

Yang Cang became even more anxious.

"This time it's absolutely true. I'd rather believe it exists than believe it doesn't exist!"