White Lotus Enlightenment in the Ancient World

In the young man's surprised gaze, butterfly wings fell down one after another. They either stopped on the treetops or landed on people's shoulders.

The crystal powder of stars scattered like the stars in the sky, and the young man suddenly realized that those who had evil thoughts turned into dust, and drifted into the distance along with the hot dust wind.

Looking back, there are only some old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the deserted village.

They were in a panic, but they were so hungry that they no longer had the strength to kneel down and worship, so they could only weakly shout to the gods for help.

The white-haired young man has neither sorrow nor joy. All mortals here have bad karma in previous lives, otherwise they would not be trapped here with no hope of survival.

Yun Lu lifted up lightly, and Chang Yi came to the young man's side in just one step.

"Why don't you drink?"

"me……"

The young man hesitated and was speechless. Chang Yi chuckled and opened the porcelain bottle for him.

Then with a flick of his jade hand, the nectar flew into the young man's mouth like silver threads. The water in the bottle seemed to be endless, and the young man drank it up.

It is said that a thirsty person should not drink water like this, but the water in the bottle is not ordinary water. If the young man has the opportunity to become an immortal, he will have a smooth future.

Xiaodie on the side recalled those butterflies and reassembled them into the gauze on her body. This is her natal spiritual treasure after transformation, butterfly gauze.

"Have you learned anything today?"

Xiaodie nodded, the reason why people are human is that they have human character. If they hurt people and kill them because of thirst, thirst and hunger, what is the difference between them and wild beasts?

People cannot deprive others of their right to life because of themselves.

Chang Yi nodded slightly, raised her right hand to capture Xiaodie's natal spiritual treasure.

"This treasure is of good quality, but its grade is a bit low."

As Chang Yi crossed the void, the treasure-gathering pot that absorbed essence from far away in the chaos slowly poured out. The essence of the treasure turned into pieces of butterfly wings and poured into the veil, and then was released. The bright blue moonlight.

This process seemed slow, but it was completed in less than half an instant. Looking at the spiritual yarn, it no longer looked like a mortal. It was swimming in the void without any manipulation, driving the starlight butterfly wings. It was really beautiful.

Xiaodie looked surprised and kowtowed quickly to thank him, but was blocked by her own spiritual treasure.

The gauze wrapped around her arms again, making her more dignified and beautiful.

"Thank you, sir!"

"You don't need to be so polite in the future. It seems that my Taiyin rewards are few and far between."

"Uh! Okay!"

Xiaodie was stunned, while Chang Yi raised the corners of her mouth slightly and looked back at the boy again.

This child has long been stupid. He has never seen such a magical scene in his life. Even the story books have never mentioned such a miracle. At this moment, he stood up with difficulty and imitated Xiaodie's gesture of greeting him with his hands.

"Immortal...immortal master."

Chang Yi waved his hand: "Who is the Master Jiu Chan you are talking about?"

When the young man heard this name, he didn't show disgust or resentment, but instead showed a look of gratitude.

"Forgive me, sir. I don't know where Master Jiu Chan came from, but since he came to our village, he has been collecting property and providing water."

After finishing speaking, the young man saw Xiaodie's disdainful expression and quickly defended the adult.

"Master, please don't misunderstand me. The property that Master Jiuchan wants is extremely simple. The cicada sloughs under the tree or the grass under the stove are all sparse and ordinary things. Only those bad people will collect real money from them."

Hearing this, Chang Yi found it interesting. He didn't expect that there was a demon immortal in this small deserted village.

But Xiaodie on the side was even more curious.

"In this case, how can the people in the village die of thirst?"

The young man was a little embarrassed: "I don't know, sister, Master Jiuchan has come and gone without a trace. We can only rely on luck to find him... By the way! Master seems to have said that he only saves people with a destiny, but I don't know what a person with a destiny is."

"interesting."

Xiaodie opened her eyes to explore, but Chang Yi knew his origin. This demon should be the blood heir left after the death of the ghost chariot demon god.

The ghost chariot is an ancient evil bird with nine heads. It is called a ghost chariot because its crow makes the sound of rolling shafts.

"Do you still want to hide?"

Chang Yi opened her red lips lightly, and before she finished speaking, a man in black shirt and green robe slowly walked over from the dead trees.

When he came near, he knelt down, kowtowed, and called Master.

As a demon who is both a ghost and a son, he naturally knows what kind of power it would be to be able to see through his own body.

"My master is aware that the little demon has never harmed the people."

Chang Yi's eyes darkened, and she saw the heavy karma lingering in his soul. She thought that this demon was not the son of Gui Che, but more like the afterlife of Gui Che's flesh and blood.

"Get up."

Hearing this, Jiu Chan was relieved. He was afraid that these immortals would be jealous because of his karma and directly kill them.

"How long have you been here?"

Jiuchan was not a pedantic person and knew that this was not what the young man in front of him was asking.

"Sir, I came to this continent of Middle-earth after I was reborn in the East China Sea. Because I created bad karma in my previous life, everything is not going well in this life, so when this disaster comes, I want to accumulate some merit in this world."

Chang Yi nodded. This demon had some knowledge. He knew that the calamity was raging and did not dare to drop rain directly. Instead, he went through the streets and alleys to save the "destined person".

"I am missing someone to swallow the calamity along the way. If you are willing, I can help you eliminate your karma and achieve great success."

"this……"

Jiu Chan's eyes were startled, what does swallowing calamity mean? And can the person in front of me really eliminate karma?

Wu Ling, who was behind him, curled his lips when he saw him stunned and silent.

"You, a demon fairy, don't know what's good and what's good. No one else can ask for such an opportunity. It's a good thing you're still hesitant!"

"Uh! No..."

"Just tell me if you want it or not!"

Seeing this situation, Jiu Chan didn't dare to refuse, so he had to bow respectfully.

When Xiaodie saw that he agreed, she laughed and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder.

"When the disaster is over, you have to thank Taoist Wuling, otherwise I won't bother to talk to you."

Jiu Chan nodded awkwardly, and then cautiously asked Chang Yi what to do here.

"When the rain comes, don't worry."

His eyes froze, rain! If the calamity is so strong and rain falls, wouldn't it mean that the karma will backfire?

But the young man in front of him didn't realize anything. After giving the young man a book of introductory Taoism, he slowly got into the chariot.

By the time the horse's hooves were in the air, the jade bells were ringing, and the carriage was drifting into the distance like smoke.

Jiuchan hurriedly followed, while the young man behind him stayed on the spot motionless. He was wondering if he was hallucinating due to thirst. It wasn't until he opened the book of Taoism that his mind slowly possessed him.

Chang Yi is not concerned about how the Huang Clan's Immortal Sect will grow in the future.

After leaving the deserted village, the carriage and horses headed towards the Huai River. The two places were extremely far apart. After several days and nights, they could only travel more than a hundred miles. Along the way, there were corpses and corpses everywhere, which was completely different from the original Catastrophe of Conferring Gods.

Dark Horse had unknowingly broken through to the realm of Xuanxian. Perhaps it was because of being around the saint. Now, even though he had been walking for more than a month, he was not tired at all, and instead felt light and healthy.

Wu Ling had been in close contact with him for many days, and they were able to understand each other's needs. They no longer rode horses and whips to drive around.

"Sir, there is a Holy Mother Temple ahead."

Xiaodie came from a distance carrying a palace lantern, swaying in a pink gauze dress like a fairy.

"Let's go and rest for a few days."

"yes."

Xiaodie hung the palace lantern on the eaves of the car and led the black horse to this long-dilapidated temple.

At this moment, Chang Yi was refining a pure bottle treasure in his hand. Pieces of chalcedony were kneaded into materials to fit the bottle, gradually revealing the magic of the fairy treasure.

The Dragon Clan was in trouble and Chang Yi didn't want to make things difficult for them, so he could only do the rain himself.