The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

The wonderful door of space.

Dark clouds enveloped the entire sect, and the entire sect was in panic.

The disciples inside the sect looked up in the direction of the Hengduan Mountains from time to time, with a look of fear in their eyes. Everyone's movements became extremely cautious, and their spirits became extremely tense.

A Foundation Establishment Stage disciple flew into the city between high-rise buildings. The spacious six lanes below were filled with various tents and iron houses, and the six lanes were squeezed into only two lanes. Among the surrounding high-rise buildings that could have been used as residences, only the lower floors were still in use. Even gangsters did not bother to live on the high floors.

Because there is no electricity or water.

Today is no longer the industrially developed society it once was. Although the sect is consciously protecting the industrial foundation of modern civilization, it is obviously not as conscientious as the government in terms of construction management. Faced with the mess left over from the war, the sect only made some symbolic construction, and the subsequent management was almost chaotic and disorderly.

The lowest-level management organization of the sect is not a specially established legal department, but one gang after another derived from the disciples of the sect.

Sect, disciples, gang.

This is the operating logic of today's society.

Pure human rule results in great evil.

The sect disciple's body skills floated to the ground, and the mortals around him cast awe-inspiring looks. Then the crowd silently retreated like a tide, not daring to get within a hundred meters of him.

Because he was afraid of being beaten to death.

There is a clear stipulation that if a Foundation Establishment disciple intentionally kills three or more people, he will be detained for one month. If more than 10 people kill someone, their monthly salary will be deducted, and if more than 30 people kill someone, they will be handed over to the Law Enforcement Hall.

It can be seen from this that the sect also maintains order, but it is not the order that ordinary people maintain.

A gang leader immediately came up to us and said with a flattering face: "Welcome to the Immortal Master."

Immortal Master is an honorific title for monks.

At first, they were called according to the customs and legends of various places. Some were called gods, some were called angels, and some were called angels. Later, it was gradually changed to titles such as Immortal Master, Great Immortal, and Immortal, which meant that the power of monks completely overwhelmed the original civilization.

Title is the definition of people's hearts, and it is also a kind of control over public opinion.

When the government still existed, early monks would disguise themselves as gods in the local culture in order to have better control or to protect themselves.

Nowadays there is no need to pretend.

"Um."

The disciples of the sect nodded slightly, then walked forward minding their own business and glanced at the slum-like residential area. The gang leader followed closely behind, nodding and bowing without any of the fierceness and superiority of the past.

"Has anyone died recently?"

"Yes, there was a gas explosion, ten murder cases, and dozens of missing persons."

"How many died?"

"Not much, just some minor accidents, and the murderer was basically dealt with by us."

The gang boss's face froze, and then he quickly covered it up. However, this subtle change in expression cannot be hidden from the monks. It is not that ordinary people are not smart enough, and not every monk is so wise as a demon.

Control of the body and spiritual consciousness are the biggest differences between mortals and monks.

The disciples of the sect stopped and looked slightly sideways. The gang leader with a sinister face was so frightened that his breathing almost stopped.

"How many?"

"One hundred and eighty people."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sect disciple grabbed the other man's neck. The muscular gangster was lifted up like a chicken, his face flushed, and the fear in his eyes turned into tears.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he could only produce monotonous sounds.

"Well"

There was a click, the neck was broken, and the sect disciples threw the body aside.

"Which of you is the second in command?"

The gangsters who were following further away were trembling with fear, and no one dared to raise a knife to avenge the boss.

One of them took two steps forward, his feet softened and he knelt on the ground, saying: "I am the Immortal Master."

"From now on, you will be the leader and help me manage this area. My requirements are not high. Don't kill anyone. If there are more than 50 people, report it to me. I don't care who kills. I can handle how many people die, but you Can’t eat them.”

The sect disciple leaned forward slightly, and the smell of alcohol and stench from the other party floated into his nose, mixed with a trace of evil spirit.

The spirit breath technique can make the nose smell some special smells.

"My Kong Miao Sect will never allow the practice of evil arts, do you know?"

The dead are not important, what is important is practicing evil skills.

This has nothing to do with good or evil, it is purely because practicing evil methods requires a lot of blood food, a lot of human souls, and comes with many hidden dangers. The sect will not care about a few lives, but if there are tens of thousands of lives, the sect will hold them accountable.

This is the area under his jurisdiction. If an evil spirit appears, then half of his salary will be gone.

The gang's second-in-command's inner defense collapsed, and he kowtowed to the ground three times, crying: "Master Immortal, please forgive me, I didn't practice evil skills, it was all done by that old ghost."

"Where's the evil power?"

"It should be on him. This dead old ghost has been carrying it with him. I thought it was a practice skill given by you, but I didn't expect it to be an evil skill."

It can be heard from his words that he also wants to practice. The pursuit of transcendence is the pursuit of countless people in the world today, and I don’t know how many people are crazy about it.

"Go find it."

The second-in-command of the gang ran to the body and quickly found a palm-sized booklet.

The disciples of the sect took a look at it and then burned it with spiritual fire. The common evil skills circulating on the market are said to be the furnace methods created by some great power.

Once you master it, your mind will be taken away, and then you can run away and let it be devoured.

The disciple of the sect took out a pill, and the man knelt on the ground with his eyes shining like a dog begging for food.

He dropped the elixir on the ground, and the man quickly picked it up with both hands and wiped the dirt on it.

"Did I let you pick it up?"

"It's just a little rudeness, a little disobedience to the rules." The gang's second-in-command quickly put the elixir back where it was and slapped himself hard several times.

The sect disciple stepped on the elixir, crushed it into the mud, and mixed it with the soil.

So Fang said: "Eat."

The man leaned over to lick the dirt on the ground without hesitation, looking more like a dog, and he only needed a dog slave.

The way to train people is to belittle. Words and actions will constantly lower the dignity and will of the individual, turning it into an established fact and forming the concept of superiority and inferiority.

The disciples of the sect burst into laughter and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Thank you for your gift, sir. Thank you for your gift, sir."

The man kowtowed a few more times with his mouth full of mud. It wasn't until the sect disciples left that he stood up again.

Wiping a handful of dirt from the corner of his mouth, it was like changing his face, and the flattery on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of superiority, with the attitude of a superior in every gesture.

"From today onwards, I have the final say here. Do any of you have any opinions?"

Hundreds of strong gang members expressed their loyalty, and no one had any objections. Because this is the candidate determined by the gods, just like the ancient divine right of kings.

And this god does indeed exist.

Immediately afterwards, someone knelt at his feet to help him clean the dirt off his knees, and then leaned over to lick his leather shoes clean. This seemed to fill the new boss's self-esteem, and he laughed to the sky and promoted this person to be the second in command.

The new second-in-command of the gang kowtowed again and again.

"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss!"

In a blink of an eye, it’s night, the red light district.

The kowtowing second-in-command of the gang sat on the sofa like an emperor. Three prostitutes knelt in front of him to serve him. He stretched out his feet for them to lick, not for anything else but to experience the feeling of trampling on others.

"Lick it quickly! Whoever licks me happily will be rewarded by me!"

The romantic woman worked even harder, kneeling on the ground like a dog, just to survive.

After a night of madness, she sold her body to obtain several steel trampolines from the operators of the red light district, and returned home dragging her scarred body.

A house in an alley relies on windshields on its left and right sides and an iron sheet hanging above its head. She had to pass through each neighbor's door, being careful not to disturb anyone, to say hello to them, and when she turned around, she heard the little rumors.

"You're a bitch. I don't know how many people have fucked you."

"Are you sick?"

"there must be."

When the woman returned home, her husband was lying on the hospital bed. When he saw her, he just said weakly and apologetically: "I'm sorry for making you suffer."

"Not bitter."

She shook her head and smiled, took out a few pills and gave them to her husband to swallow.

So we can see him tomorrow.

The breeze carried the woman's expectation for tomorrow to the narrow and dark slums separated from the air, to the drunken and luxurious building controlled by gangsters on the upper floors, and to the sect with palaces lined with fairy spirits above.

Here is a towering tree, with flowers and fruits at the top, green leaves and high branches. In the middle is the trunk, which transports nutrients to the top. Below is mud, corpses, and unspeakably smelly rot.

In the past, people had six years of elementary school, three years of junior high school, and three years of high school to read physics and chemistry and know thousands of years of history.

People in the past learned painting, piano, flute, calligraphy, and experienced the cultural wealth of mankind for thousands of years.

People in the past played games, traveled, fell in love, and watched movies.

Today's man is a dog, a dog without dignity.

Human beings' first need is to survive in a society where the law of the jungle is strong and order is constantly collapsing. Dignity, personality, beliefs, emotions, and all the good things endowed by human civilization can be trampled and insulted at will.

This is the sect, this is the law of the jungle. I am strong and I respect you. If you are weak, you will die.

The same was true in the spiritual world in the past, but a Taoist stood up.

The woman sat next to the man who was ill in bed, and the legend about the Taoist was playing on the radio.

[The Immortal Asks for the Sword, the prosperous age will be reopened, and all the gods and Buddhas in the Nine Heavens will be eliminated]

Zheng!

Endless sword light appeared in the void, the light penetrated the clouds, and a huge crack slowly opened, illuminating this dim world.

Through the tattered roof, countless mortals saw light shining on themselves, and then the sky collapsed.

A figure came with sword light, overlooking the dirty and filthy society below. This was not the first time he had seen such a scene, but he was still filled with anger.

He practiced Taishang Wuji swordsmanship and inherited it from the sword sect that once followed the immortals to create a prosperous age. This sword is ruthless in nature, but it has feelings because of those sword cultivators who created a prosperous age.

A ruthless sword with a heart.

This is the best sword in the world.

I pity the world, and when the world sees me, they should pity themselves.

Xiao Yuntian raised the fairy sword high, and with one strike of the sword, a formation below instantly unfolded, supporting a barrier hundreds of meters high, and endless spiritual energy surged from the earth's veins.

Among them, the disciples of the sect were in a mess, some elders jumped into the air, and even Nascent Soul stage powerful ones broke through the barrier.

Husbands in hospital beds, wives trapped in prostitution, lunatics on the streets, children begging, and even gang members. The people living in this land, the people trapped in the mire, and the thousands of beasts that have lost their humanity, look up at In the sky, a broadcast from the East came to my ears.

The legend of the immortal has been lingering in their ears for a long time. Some people are looking forward to it day and night, some are dismissive, and some are numb.

But when the sun falls on their faces, most people will burst into tears. Even gang members, even those who stand at the top of mortals, those with vested interests, they are also looking forward to the immortal.

Except for the sect, everyone else is a domestic animal.

They stood there numbly, but deep down in their hearts, their personalities and souls were struggling hysterically.

The thoughts of all peoples gather, entangle, and condense.

A ball of incense flew into the sky and flew to the east. The incense originated from the best hope in the world.

Humans are, after all, creatures who yearn for a prosperous age.

Xiao Yuntian stepped into the sky and came to the world with thousands of brilliance.

"I am the Azure Light Sword Lord under the Immortal Seat. I am ordered by the Immortal to bring peace to the troubled world, destroy the chaotic thieves, and bring peace to the prosperous world."

"You guys, let's take the order."

Immortal decrees are like heaven's punishment, one sword falls and everything is destroyed.

The formation collapsed, and the sword light fell into the sect. Countless people were sucked into it and turned into blood mist, swallowing up everything around them like a tornado.

Those elders with advanced cultivation sensed that something was wrong and tried to run away, but in the next second their flesh and blood were still scraped off by the sword light, and eventually their golden skeletons were turned into powder.

In the end, the sword light split the entire sect into two, and everything above was annihilated, leaving only the bare mountains.

Only one sect ancestor was left, vomiting blood and lying on the ground.

Just now, he had actually used all his strength to throw out all the Taoist magic, and even his own magic weapon exploded. But falling into the sword light that split the sky, it was like spring water flowing into a river, silently.

The lofty sect disappeared in an instant and turned into flying ash all over the sky, taking away the haze that had shrouded people for ten years.

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