Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

All practitioners, whether they are Taoists or demonic, seek the same thing, which can be summed up in four words: longevity and freedom.

Whether it is establishing a country or establishing a sect, it is actually contrary to the purpose of spiritual practice.

For high-level cultivators, the country and the sect cannot protect themselves, and governing the country and the sect will instead hinder their cultivation.

There is only one purpose for establishing so many countries and sects in the world: willpower.

Before transcending the tribulation, Taoist practitioners only relied on breathing in spiritual energy and comprehending the principles of Taoism to practice, and willpower was useless.

But if one wants to achieve Mahayana, ascend to heaven, and attain godhood, one must endure the calamity of thunder.

If everything goes well, one can ascend to heaven after experiencing the tribulation twice in the realm of transcendence and Mahayana.

However, the might of heaven is overwhelming, and the power of thunder is destructive. Many brilliant and talented cultivators have fallen under thunder, and their weapons have been disbanded.

After becoming a wandering immortal, one must endure nine thunder tribulations before becoming an earthly immortal and achieving immortality.

How many immortals could not survive the rolling thunder and ended up with their souls torn apart, without even the chance to be reincarnated.

The only thing that can weaken the power of thunder is the illusory power of wishes.

And this is the greatest role of mortals.

If it weren't for the way of heaven, I'm afraid all mortals would have died long ago.

The Demon Cult to the north of Wuding Sea took a different path, however. This is also the biggest dispute between Taoism and Demonism. This is a story for later, so we will not go into this issue for now.

The reason why Shangguan Qingyun established the Qingyun Kingdom, set up a court to manage mortals, and worked diligently to govern the country was for the wishes of mortals.

With his amazing single spiritual root of immortal quality, the thunderbolt will soon strike him.

But this is a double-edged sword.

If the people under your rule are in mourning and complaining, the power of the thunder will be greater than that of the thunder. It is better to withstand the thunder disaster head-on.

……

An hour later.

Shangguan Qingyun stepped on auspicious clouds and flew into the territory of Buffalo County.

As soon as he entered Buffalo County, he immediately discovered that it was different from other states and counties.

road.

The white road.

Looking around, all you can see is white roads.

Shangguan Qingyun was confused, so he hid his figure, pressed down the auspicious cloud, and landed on the white road.

He squatted down and touched the road with his hand.

He only felt that the road was very solid and hard like blue bricks. With his thousands of years of knowledge, he had no idea what material it was made of.

When I stood up, I saw that the road was flat and wide, enough for four carriages to pass side by side.

There were a constant stream of vehicles and pedestrians on the road. Most of the vehicles heading towards Buffalo were empty, while those leaving from Buffalo were all fully loaded with goods.

Shangguan Qingyun showed up, approached a caravan entering the city, and asked a driver:

“How can this road be built?”

The driver saw that the person asking the question had an extraordinary bearing, so he answered honestly:

"This is a cement road, it's smooth. This is your first time in Buffalo County."

When Shangguan Qingyun heard this, he thought of the bag of cement in the palace, and realized that the cement was so useful.

He felt like walking into town.

After walking for a while, we saw an amazing scene. We saw people planting rice on both sides of the road.

It is midsummer now and the rice planting season has long passed. Are the people in Buffalo County crazy?

Shangguan Qingyun walked to the edge of a paddy field and asked a middle-aged peasant woman who was planting rice in the field:

“Why are you planting rice at this time?”

Hearing this, the peasant woman straightened up, stretched her muscles, and said proudly:

"You don't understand. We can grow two crops of rice a year in Buffalo County."

Shangguan Qingyun has managed Qingyun Kingdom for nearly a thousand years and is very familiar with farming. He became even more confused after hearing this.

"Qingyun Country has long winters and short summers. How can we grow two seasons of rice?"

The peasant woman took the opportunity to rest, rubbing her waist and saying:

"You can broaden your horizons here, you who live far away. Our Buffalo County Agricultural Bureau has a greenhouse for growing seedlings. We distribute seedlings right after the spring starts. You can't learn this from other places."

Shangguan Qingyun was confused: "What is a greenhouse?"

"A greenhouse is a house made of glass. It's warm inside."

Shangguan Qingyun was even more confused: "What is glass?"

"Hehe, this is a treasure made by Lord Chu. It's very expensive."

When Shangguan Qingyun heard this, he thought of the glass cup that Zhao Yunting presented to him, and wondered if that glass could be used to build a house. How much would that cost!

So he asked again: "The seedlings should be very expensive."

"It's free. The Agricultural Bureau will give you the rice seedlings for free."

Rice seedlings are free? Shangguan Qingyun became more and more confused the more he listened.

"Then the tax must be a lot, right?"

"Hehe, not only is it not much, Lord Chu even exempted us from half of it. Outsider, you should not spread this matter around. If the emperor hears about it, he will transfer Lord Chu away and that will be the end of it."

Shangguan Qingyun twitched his lips when he heard this. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a little kid driving more than twenty ducks passing by in the distance.

The village woman who was planting rice shouted to the child:

"Goudan! Your father is coming home for dinner tonight. Ask your sister to cook some more rice, steam four eggs, and kill the lame duck and stew it. Do you hear me?"

"I heard it!" the doll replied from a distance.

An ordinary farmer eats four eggs and a duck for one meal. This made Shangguan Qingyun stop and ask:

"Are all those ducks yours?"

"Of course, it was Lord Chu who personally sent out the ducklings."

When the peasant woman mentioned Lord Chu, her face was full of pride.

The people of Qingyun Country privately raise livestock, and the court will collect taxes. Shangguan Qingyun was surprised and suspicious when he heard this, and asked again:

"Distributing ducklings? For free?"

"Not only does he not charge any money, he also doesn't collect taxes. Lord Chu must be a living Bodhisattva sent from heaven, the Guanyin who saves people from suffering..."

"Every family has ducklings?" Shangguan Qingyun was more and more surprised the more he listened.

"That's not necessarily true. Areas with more paddy fields give out ducklings, areas with more mountains give out chicks, areas with ponds give out fish fry, but every family gets a piglet..."

“All free?”

"Yes, I don't want a penny. Do you think this Mr. Chu is the reincarnation of a living Bodhisattva..."

"Where do these ducklings and chicks come from?"

"Some are bought from neighboring counties, and most of them come from breeding farms."

“What is a breeding farm?”

"That was run by the Agricultural Bureau. I heard that it was built according to the blueprints drawn by Lord Chu himself. Lord Chu even taught them how to raise pigs. Do you think Lord Chu is the God of Literature? How come he knows everything..."

Shangguan Qingyun became more and more confused as he listened. He was about to ask a question when he saw a manure cart coming up the road. The driver shouted loudly on the side of the road:

"Aunt Wang, where should we put this manure?"

"In front, there is a large field in front. I will take you there."

As the peasant woman said this, she hurried out of the field and walked towards the road.

"Who is that person?" Shangguan Qingyun asked.

"A sanitation worker." The old lady said as she walked.

"Sanitation worker?"

"He's the guy in charge of the city's sewers and septic tanks. Even if I tell you, a foreigner, you wouldn't understand."

"What is a sewer?"

"Why are you asking so much? Get out of the way. Don't block my way. I have to get to work."

Shangguan Qingyun walked back to the main road helplessly and headed towards Buffalo with full of doubts in his heart.

He thought he knew everything about the world, but today he was taught a lesson by a rural woman.

But he still hasn't understood this lesson.

Not long after walking, Shangguan Qingyun saw another strange thing.

I saw a boy and a girl, two young cultivators, about thirteen or fourteen years old, at the first level of Qi Refining, standing beside two fields. They were obviously cultivators but they did not wear Taoist robes. Instead, they wore a kind of clothes that I had never seen before, which made them look particularly energetic.

The little girl is holding a jade bracelet and casting a spell to bring rain.

The little fat man held the stone seal in his hand and squatted on the ground, turning the soil.

Wu Fang took on the task of watering the plants herself, and forced Xiao Pang, who lived in the same village as her, to take on the task of tilling the soil to keep her company.