I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Xiqi.

Today the grain was distributed to the people one by one.

A man stood in front of the thatched hut and took the food from the officers and soldiers. He weighed the food, frowned, and said displeasedly, "Why is the food getting less and less?"

After the officers and soldiers left, he stared at their backs and spit on the ground.

"Eighty percent of them are ignoring our food!"

People around sighed one after another.

"My boy is getting more and more able to eat. Don't save the food in the family, we have to share some of our rations with the boy. I expected to give more food, but I didn't expect it to be less and less!"

People around were moaning and complaining that the food was not enough.Suddenly, someone whispered something.

"What if there is a lack of food in the first place, and there is nothing to send?"

There was silence all around.

Doubt flashed across everyone's eyes, and they looked down at the ground with panic flashing in their eyes.

Ji Fa stood in front of the rice hopper, the flow rate of the grain was getting smaller and smaller, and the caliber was getting smaller and smaller.

"Shua, shua...", grains of grain rolled into the sack, and the sound of grains falling down from the previous sound similar to water flowing.

Because these grains were taken from later generations, it is not known which year they were taken.The harvest this year was very bad, the grain was dry, and many of them were dry husks.

He clenched the railing beside him and asked the attendants, "What do my father, brother, and ministers say?"

The attendant lowered his head in a panic, "Back to Second Young Master, after the ministers found out about this, they all wanted to keep it a secret, and they must not let the common people find out..."

Ji Fa asked back: "It's just a secret, where does the food come from?!"

The attendant shook his head, "The ministers said that they should not startle the snakes, and not let the common people escape. If there is not enough food, grab it first, and if you can't grab it, you should first grab the nobles, and then the adults, the old and the weak, women, children and slaves... Put it last."

"Presumptuous!" Ji Fa cursed in a low voice.

The attendant trembled, and then said: "Other young masters, some young masters said why not pull some wild vegetables to eat? Others said to throw these to the gods. It's just...they suggested to Lord Hou while saying two things. Young master, your bad words."

Ji Fa fretfully covered her head.

Up to now, he has 88 brothers, [-]% of them are still in peace with the world, and the remaining brothers are trying to add trouble to him.

He asked again: "Where is my father?"

The attendant lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Master Hou doesn't know if he listened, but he rarely stops people from gossiping in front of him."

Ji Fa made a "tsk" sound, his eyes darkened.

The attendant hurriedly comforted him: "But don't worry, my lord. Recently, Lord Hou is telling fortunes, including where there will be food and when Xiqi will be saved."

"Destiny..." Ji laughed. He looked towards the sky and said hoarsely, "Is the destiny really accurate?"

-

Ben Xingcheng.

Zisheng's cultivation level is not as good as that of a saint. He roughly calculated that according to the aura fed to him by lotus flowers and immortal masters every day, his aura would be enough in only three to five hundred years.

Three fifty years.

Zisheng: ...

Of course, just having aura is not enough, he also needs a little understanding.

The aspect of comprehension is not bad, since the last time he listened to the immortal master, almost all his problems have been solved, except for a needle that pierced the window paper.

After practicing so far, his Dao heart has long been clear.He wants to calm the world and protect the common people as his way!

If he is lucky enough to become a saint in the future, he will make up his mind to keep the world peaceful.

However, among the six saints in the world, three established religion as the Tao, the two in the West made great wishes to become the Tao, and Nu Wa created human merits as the Tao.

No one has ever walked his way, and the remaining key points must be understood by him.

In the following days, Zisheng thought a lot, such as how to save the world in the future, and what situation should he be in?How to solve the matter of enshrining the gods?

Meditation was really effective. The mess in Zisheng's mind was gradually cleared up, and he also noticed something that he had neglected before - the list of gods.

In the early morning of this day, Zisheng pushed open the door and walked out.

Spring is approaching, everything is revived, and the yard is full of earth and the fragrance of grass and trees.

He walked out, thinking.

He wants to change the order of heaven, but what will happen after that?

If he can really succeed, how should he arrange it?

Everyone knows that it is not good to be included in the list of gods.

What is the function of the list of gods?Fengshen!

Conferring gods to protect the well-being of the world, if he really wants to overthrow the list of gods, who will guard the world?

Rely on him alone?He can only kill three corpses at most.

He came to a small courtyard, where the turtle spirit was cleaning its shell.

There are several benches on one side, which are full of colorful things.

Ten sets of colorful dresses, two sets of cotton quilts, and the rest are all kinds of snacks bought from the street.

The turtle spirit sealed the snacks with spells to ensure that they would not be damaged, and then put these things into the turtle shell one by one.

Zisheng knows that Guiling will make a big purchase every ten days, which is a habit that Guiling has only had since coming to Chaoge.

Of course, this habit has pros and cons.The advantage is that the life is more moist, but the disadvantage is that Guiling's fellow disciples often steal Guiling's snacks when the turtle is not around the shell.

When Zisheng came, the turtle spirit had already equipped the shell. She looked up at Zisheng, and Zisheng smiled lightly: "I want to chat with the Holy Mother for a while."

……

"...Isn't that the case? That old Heavenly Emperor is not trustworthy, and wants to enslave us to serve the Heavenly Court life after life. But everyone has cultivated so far, who is not a free and unfettered immortal, how can he be bound by others?"

Hearing this, Zisheng asked, "Are all immortals sanctified in flesh?"

Gui Ling nodded, "It's all because of our diligent cultivation for many years. The cultivation level is our own, not given by others."

"Given by others..." Zisheng recited these words silently.

An aura flashed in Zisheng's mind. He pinched Guiling's sleeve and asked again, "What is Calamity?"

Gui Ling was stunned, "Every few years, the world will face a catastrophe."

Zi Sheng shook his head, and asked earnestly, "Why is there such a calamity?"

Gui Ling blinked and began to recall.

"...Because the immortals have been cultivating, they can only get in and out, and their aura is in shackles."

She paused, and then said: "The saints' cultivation base is too high, and it is difficult to fall. The spiritual energy has been absorbed, and the world is getting poorer and poorer. There is a calamity."

She curled her fingers, "Originally, calamity cannot be avoided, but it can be eliminated."

Zisheng said silently: "No one is willing to die in the calamity."

Gui Ling nodded, "That's natural."

She looked at Zisheng's eyes reddened, "If my master falls, then I'd rather lose my soul and help my master overcome the calamity."

Zi Sheng patted Gui Ling on the shoulder, and suddenly he had an idea in his mind.

"Measurable calamity is naturally not a measurable calamity of one person. Every time it appears, it will make life miserable. All immortals with a certain cultivation base will be involved, and they are very likely to fall. But if..."

"Huh?" Gui Ling looked up with red eyes.

Zisheng said in a low voice: "If every time the calamity comes, you only need to surrender [-]% of your cultivation to survive the calamity, would you be willing?"

Gui Ling's eyes widened, "Why don't you want to?! How many immortals have given up their cultivation just to survive, and it only happens once in so many years. Even if they lose their cultivation, their realm is still there, and they will come back in time."

Zisheng nodded and stood up.

He smiled.

The young man was dressed in white, tall and slender, and looked handsome in the sunlight.

He walked outside the gate of the mansion, and the gossip was faintly visible under his feet, as if something was guiding him.

-

Even though spring is approaching, the old man is still teaching everyone how to make a kang.

He coughed, and everything in front of him became dizzy.He covered his head, and the mature man beside him quickly supported him.

The old man asked, "Did I faint just now?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Nothing."

The old man laughed, "That should be my old eyesight."

He sighed, "Hey, I'm old, I can't see anything clearly!"

Everyone on the side said: "What are you talking about?! You are still young, and you can live for decades."

The old man shook his head and coughed a few more times, then the sound became louder, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

He shook his head, breathing weakly, "No need, let me leave earlier, and save more food for the young baby."

He rested, and continued to work on the kang, the flames shone on his withered body.

Now he collects very little money on the kang, only for his own food and drink, and some for his grandson who is studying in Chaoge.If he meets a rich person, he will ask for more, and he will exchange the extra money for food and give it to those poor people.

The last winter snow arrived, and the sky gradually darkened.

He worked on the kang for a poor family, and only had one bowl of porridge.

There are many people around him. At the beginning, he still wanted to keep his craft, but slowly, he hoped that more and more people could learn this craft.

He never prevented others from watching, and he was afraid that they would not be able to learn, and the movements were slow and slow.

The firewood crackled, and after some people learned it, they knelt down and kowtowed to him.

As the night became more and more silent, he also set up the kang, and the master brought him a bowl of thick porridge, but he shook his head.

"Too thick...a waste."

"Plop" sounded outside the house, still loud in the silent night.

Everyone shook their heads and looked out. It turned out that it was a beggar who was too hungry to stand.

The old man's dark eyes saw it and slowly stood up, and he wobbled outside with the hot porridge in his hand.

The sound of gobbling was heard, and the old man looked up at the starry sky, and the stars were reflected in his eyes.

A few days later, the old man collapsed.

His body was like a dead wood that had been dried out, and Doctor B came to diagnose and treat him with a medicine box.

The people who had received his favor stood in a room, and the second doctor was a young man with great talent and superb medical skills.

But even so, he took the old man's pulse and shook his head.

The old man should not be afraid of death, but now he is.

With tears in his eyes, he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to die, there are still many people in the world who are suffering from the cold, I want to teach them skills, I want to keep them warm..."

Tears rolled down, he silently told his wish.

"I didn't really live until I was in my 60s...I was saved by a rich merchant...he gave me my life...and my grandson's life. I want to learn more skills...I want to save more people people……"

His hand lowered slowly, "If... could... never die... How wonderful it would be..."

The sound left in the air, and the light in his eyes went out.

When the first cry came out, everyone inside and outside cried.

Doctor B stared at all this in a daze, thoughtfully.

Standing outside the house was a young man in white, a soul with a gold border flew into the list of gods in his hand.

He muttered: "There is a difference between a god and an immortal. The list of gods is not the list of immortals...Sacrificing oneself to be a human being is a god, and being a fairy is free and easy."

The realization has come, he got the last needle, and he also pierced that barrier.