Chapter 349 He alone is peace (six thousand chapters)

Author: Pig Heart and Shrimp

Chapter 349 He alone is peace (six thousand chapters)

The Tianzhou Plateau has the least rainfall in all of Kyushu, which can even be said to be a blessing in disguise.

In the past, the plateau was short of water, so we basically had to rely on a few rivers left by the melting snow of the icebergs. In the past, there were very few people living here, mostly small nomadic tribes.

And because there are few human traces, monks rarely come and go here, so monsters and beasts are rampant, and nomadic tribes will not go deep into Tianzhou.

However, things are different now. Due to the heavy rain, the precipitation in Tianzhou has been rising, and many places are covered with lush green grass. Under the erosion of the rain, the plateau will become a new plain, a fertile soil, and a land of vitality.

land.

But this process is long, maybe 100 years, maybe 200 years, maybe even longer.

At the same time, 20 million human races migrated to Tianzhou, spreading human civilization all over the plateau, and countless cities rose from the ground.

However, the transformation of the plateau into new fertile soil is just an unattainable expectation. What really faces the human race is the cruel reality of food shortage.

At this time, protracted wars would break out, with human armies on all sides, slashing their swords at each other until the plateau could support the remaining people.

The same is true for the numerous creatures of all races in the world. As long as there is a shortage of food, compatriots will kill each other.

Li Changsheng was surrounded by a group of soldiers and bandits armed with blades. Some of them were officers and soldiers from the major dynasties of the former Kyushu, some were people from the political arena, and some were farmers. Now, under the torrent of the times, all of them have only naked ferocity.

The eyes are red, the corners of the mouth are bloody, there is resentment in the belly, and he is a cannibal.

In the world of spiritual practice, many ghosts and ghosts are essentially transformed from the resentment of living beings, so in troubled times there will be demons running rampant. What really gives birth to demons is human greed and madness driven by the environment.

In troubled times, one cannot survive without going crazy.

The light of the sword rises, the light of thunder appears, and the dangers of soldiers and bandits are wiped out like the ashes of cannons and oars.

The cool breeze from the plateau blew by, and ashes flew under the Taoist's clothes. Only the leader with a broken knife was left.

He collapsed on the ground, looking at the Taoist with a fearful face,

"Which city are you from? Why did you become a bandit here? And why is it left unattended?"

The bandit leader with a fierce look on his face was scared to death. Facing the Taoist's calm and indifferent gaze, he could hardly control his mind. He could only stumble and answer: "Second-level deep city, we are here to kill people passing by."

People, reserve army, and military rations to prepare for the future struggle for the world."

Halfway through his words, the bandit leader's face turned completely pale, and he only felt boundless fear swallowing him up.

"Whose order? How can we fight for the world?"

"The Lord of Shen City, he said that the immortals no longer want this world, and they don't intend to care about us mortals. The food in each city is not enough for a year, so the excess people must be killed."

"It is now being spread all over Tianzhou that the gods want to reduce the number of people eating. I heard what those gods said a year ago."

"The little one is also forced to have no choice but to beg for his life. I beg you to show mercy and spare me."

With a sigh, the bandit leader turned into ashes in an instant.

They may have been forced to become bandits, or they may have done it for their own selfish desires. The dust of the times fell on mortals like a huge mountain, making everyone breathless.

The same goes for monks. Under the changes in the laws of heaven and earth, most monks are actually drifting with the trend.

Li Changsheng will not blame them, whether they are monks or mortals. He should not ask others to take on responsibilities beyond his ability, nor should he blame others for evading.

It's just that some things need someone to carry them.

The Taoist raised his head and looked at the vast sky, his eyes were deep and far away. There were endless stars in the surrounding sky, and among the stars there was a star named Soldier who was opening a avenue towards him.

Soldiers are born.

This is the way of endless life, the way of reincarnation of all things in the world.

As long as he can master it, he can make vegetation flourish for hundreds of miles in a single thought, and he can be reborn with a drop of blood while still breathing.

"Soldiers are strong, soldiers are born."

Li Changsheng withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward with his head lowered. In a field of vision that could not be seen by the creatures in the world, wisps of laws from the sky fell on one person.

This is something that countless powerful people throughout the ages have dreamed of. For others, this is a gift from heaven and this is enlightenment.

But Li Changsheng just shook his head and refused.

He already understood two thousand years ago that following the Tao is not one's own, so why would he do it a second time?

Li Changsheng waved his hand slightly, sowing his own path on this desert, and the little stars were like a prairie fire, which would eventually burn out this troubled world.

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An old poplar tree, the branches are covered with white silk, and there is a corpse hanging on each white silk, and the corpses are all old people.

An elderly man also held a piece of white silk and hung it on the tree with difficulty. Then he stepped on the bench, stretched his neck and moved his feet.

With a plop, the old man fell straight to the ground. The white silk fell off the tree sheath and fell into the hands of a Taoist.

"Old man, why did you commit suicide?"

The old man squinted and stared for a long time. He could only vaguely see a figure, but he didn't know who it was.

But it was no longer important. He replied in a slightly numb tone: "I'm old and can't work anymore. I can't make a meal with two mouthfuls of food. Living is just causing trouble to my family, so it's better to find a broken tree and hang it up."

Li Changsheng looked up at the corpse hanging on the tree and asked, "Did these people also commit suicide?"

"Some are yes, some are not, but they are all caused by lack of food. In previous years, with the help of the gods, even the barren land could produce patches of fertile land, and one acre of land could produce 20 tons of rice. Although half of it had to be raised.

We pay, but the food we get is enough to feed a family of five.”

There was a slight aftertaste on the old man's face, recalling the fragrance of the rice, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

"After living for so many years, this is the first time that I can eat something dry regularly. Now that the gods are gone, there is no way to grow any food in the fields, so it's time for me to leave too."

Tianzhou's tax is 10% tax, 50% tax, which sounds scary high, but compared to the astonishing yield per mu, the people get more food than before. After all, this is a field supported by spiritual energy, and the output is definitely far higher than that of ordinary rice fields.

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However, the spiritual energy is not inexhaustible, and the monks cannot guard the fields day and night. Without the support of spiritual energy, Tianzhou's fields now have no harvest, and they can only rely on the grain storage in the first few years to survive.

The old man naturally doesn't understand this, but he can see how difficult the world is.

"It's better to be alive than to be dead." Li Changsheng said, "Just bear with it for a while longer."

"It's better to die. If you live to this age, there is no need to waste food. Young man, you should prepare early. It is best to enter the immortal sect, otherwise you will only fall into the trap of being a bandit."

As the old man spoke, he hung up the white silk ribbon again, stretched his neck and kicked his legs, and hung it straight on it. Before he could die, the white silk ribbon broke again.

"Old man, it's better to live than to commit suicide. It will get better. Go back and tell your family and everyone in the spring of next year."

A pair of warm hands lifted the old man up, and his cloudy eyes became clear. He had an ordinary face, with a smile like a spring breeze.

It seems like the Taoist wandering in the fishing village many years ago, very similar.

"The poor Taoist people have thousands of hectares of fertile land."

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"Where's your dad?"

"It was washed away by floods two years ago."

"Where's your mother?"

"She remarried someone else. I was afraid of causing trouble to her, so I ran to the orphanage."

"Then why did you run out again now?"

"Because there is no food in the orphanage, the adults are saying that the gods don't want us anymore. Without the gods, there will be no food grown in the fields. If no food is grown, everyone will starve. The gods will choose some

Take gifted children to a place where they can get enough to eat, but unfortunately I didn't choose that."

A Taoist priest in Qingyi was sitting with a child in the corner of the alley, watching the people coming and going outside. The child was munching on the coarse cakes given by the Taoist priest. He was so happy that he squinted his eyes.

Unlike the children who looked happy because they had eaten something, everyone outside looked lifeless, and an indescribable sense of depression enveloped the city.

People can feel that the monks are slowly disappearing. Without the monks to guide the spiritual energy into the farmland, it will be difficult to grow enough food with the efforts of mortals. The planting of spiritual rice requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and it requires careful care on weekdays.

It is not possible to thrive by just scattering spiritual stones casually, but more requires the joint efforts of monks and mortals.

It is responsible for guiding spiritual energy, and mortals are responsible for taking care of spiritual rice. Both are indispensable.

And because the monks escorted mortals throughout the Great Migration, many people became dependent on the monks. No matter what the character of the monk was, as long as he was a monk, he could gain the respect and love of mortals.

The common people knew who saved them.

This dependence is also the root cause of their confusion. After the monk disappeared, everyone was full of despair about the future.

Li Changsheng leaned against the wall, looking at the misty drizzle falling from the sky, and said, "What if the immortal master you talk about doesn't want you anymore?"

The child suddenly stopped talking and reluctantly returned the half-eaten biscuit to Li Changsheng, with a little drool on it.

He said cautiously: "I'll eat less. Master God, can you please leave us alone?"

In his inexperienced understanding, those who wear Taoist robes are all gods, such as the god in front of him. Although his clothes are very simple and not as energetic as other gods, and perhaps not as powerful as those flying around, he is still a

immortal.

"I'm not an immortal, I'm just a Taoist priest without any sect." Li Changsheng shook his head slightly.
To be continued...