The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 116: The Foundation of the Great Sect
Seeing Uncle Jiu seemed to be lost in emotion, Song Feng pushed his wheelchair and came to his side:
"These days, the food is not good, the clothes are not warm enough, and there are all kinds of accidents. It is normal for a few people to die."

"Besides, the number of child deaths has always been relatively high, but you just didn't pay much attention to it before."

There are some things that you won’t find out until you do them, but rather that this thing is just an objective fact, it’s just that someone has paid attention to it.

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine also shook his head and threw away the trace of emotion in his heart:
"Yes, Uncle Seven, you are right. Childhood mortality is a common phenomenon nowadays."

"People like Ah Niu who are willing to arrange a spiritual infant ranking for their deceased child can be considered as relatively thoughtful parents."

"So many people came here to buy spirit infant tablets in such a short period of time. One can imagine how many children died silently..."

The folk saying is that if a child dies at a young age, he or she cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb nor included in the family tree.

According to Confucianism, dying before a certain age is considered unfilial and the body will not be buried in the ancestral tomb.

Being able to overcome all kinds of obstacles and come to Uncle Jiu, and being given a lock of hair and some silver and money, this can be regarded as extremely doting on the child.

After all, this is not an era of enlightened thinking, and there are many old stubborn people.

Otherwise, those people who help to set up the tablets for the spirit babies wouldn't be so sneaky and covert.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu sighed as he came to the nearby Lingying Hall, then he dug out the soil from the jar next to him and began to mold the Lingying in a familiar way:
"Speaking of which, Uncle Seven, judging from your condition, I believe you must have passed the weakest period."

"When are you going to take us younger generations to the north to broaden our horizons and give us some pointers?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu busy making clay figures, as if he was casually saying this to him, Song Feng suddenly laughed:

"Ajiu, Ajiu, if you want to follow me to the north to help, just tell me directly. There's no need to be so shy."

"Even if you don't want to go, I will drag you there. A good tiger cannot stand up to a pack of wolves. I am not a fool..."

When he was here, Song Feng paused, then spoke softly:
"But there's no need to rush this matter. It won't be a problem if we wait a little longer."

"This is a special transitional period, both at home and abroad. I also want to enjoy a few more days of family happiness."

"If it takes any longer, I'm afraid I won't have that much time even if I want to enjoy myself..."

The cultivation world is currently in a strange period of calm, with all sects and schools expanding their strength and tacitly preparing for the next impact.

This extremely fragile balance can be said to be the best time for him to rest in peace and enjoy family life.

If a fight really breaks out after this period of time, then even if he wants to enjoy himself in peace, there are some things he will be forced to do.

Hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine was also subconsciously stunned for a moment, and then continued to make his clay figurine:

"Yes, this is the only peaceful time..."

But in the blink of an eye, with his exquisite craftsmanship, the strand of hair had been molded into the clay figure.

Although the little clay figure has not dried yet, it can be vaguely seen that the soul, which had been gradually weakening, has begun to return to normal from this moment on.

He placed the finished clay figurine on the table next to him, and then Uncle Jiu sighed helplessly:

"Seventh Uncle, given the current situation, when will the Nine Provinces be able to settle down?"

Now can be called a dark moment, with warlords fighting each other, internal and external troubles, even some knowledgeable people are groping in the dark.

The situation can be said to be quite bad.

Even if these practitioners have some extraordinary abilities, they are ultimately unable to control the destiny of the country.

Although sometimes if you risk it enough, you can do assassinations or something like that, but it can only be considered superficial.

More importantly, when it comes to national wars, do you really think that there are no people practicing cultivation in other countries?

If you don’t become an immortal, you will always be just an ant.

After all, it is impossible for a mortal practitioner to confront a huge country. It is unrealistic.

"Every hundred years, the land of Kyushu will experience changes in the wind and clouds. In the end, it is nothing more than people's murderous intentions that turn the world upside down."

"When times of crisis come, the hundreds of millions of people in the Nine Provinces can raise a few real dragons, who can eventually plow through the fields and save the crumbling empire."

"We are just outsiders seeking immortality. For major national events like these, we can only influence a small part..."

When he said this, Song Feng couldn't help but look towards the north, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to no longer be concealed.

Even the tone of voice became a little sharper:
"We can't intervene in the fighting among the people, but if there are cultivators who want to step on us, I won't allow it."

"After all, no matter how hard we fight, it is our own business. If we let outsiders get involved, it will truly lead to the destruction of our country and our race!"

When he spoke to the end, there was a faint and extremely powerful aura that suddenly burst out from Song Feng's body.

For a moment, even Uncle Nine couldn't help but look sideways.

But when he heard what his seventh uncle said, he nodded subconsciously, seeming to agree with it:

"It has been like this since ancient times. Naturally, we cannot allow people from other countries to enter our land."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and then, as if he remembered something, he looked at his seventh uncle in front of him:

"By the way, Uncle Seven, do you have any accurate information? I heard that some sects in the north are preparing to go outside the Great Wall."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Song Feng shook his head slightly:

"I don't have many connections in the South, and most of the information I get is outdated and can't keep up with the development of the times."

"But I have heard a lot of similar news, but I don't know how far the North has developed now..."

Seeing that Uncle Seven had no definite news, Uncle Nine sighed helplessly, as if there was nothing he could do:

"If those immortals outside the Great Wall had not been killed so miserably back then, they would have had some advantages now, right?"

"Now it seems that we are in a situation where two parties are fighting each other, and the people of Fusang in the north are the ones who benefit the most..."

Ever since the court ran into problems, the Tantric masters who represented the court's power and the immortals from outside the imperial court had all been purged.

Among them, the immortals from outside the Great Wall are particularly important. It is said that the imperial court wanted to bring the immortals from outside the Great Wall into the Great Wall to reshape the government and use the power of the practitioners to reverse the situation of the war.

Of course, there are many knowledgeable people in various sects and schools, and naturally they cannot allow these monsters from outside the pass to enter the pass at will.

It is precisely because of this.

After receiving the specific information, some masters whose names were unknown gathered together quietly and headed towards the outside of the pass in tacit understanding.

The result is naturally predictable. The court's plan has been completely foiled, and some of the old masters of Tantric Buddhism have been killed.

Among the remaining elves outside the Great Wall, basically only a small number of the older generation of great monsters are still alive. The rest of the great monsters who had paid attention to them had died in their old nests without anyone noticing.

Similarly, after this incident happened, many elders of various sects also died quietly in some unknown places.

Anyway, after that period of time, the imperial court collapsed completely, and the immortals outside the Great Wall basically lived in seclusion in the mountains and refused to leave.

This matter can be said to be a secret in the cultivation world that is no longer a secret and is known to everyone.

It is said that our family also participated in it.

The question is, no one knows what happened.

The main character knows nothing about anything.

After hearing Uncle Jiu say this, Song Feng couldn't help but sneer a few times, seemingly not caring:
"The so-called Dragon's Rise Land by those monsters outside the pass is actually an uninhabited area. The unique conditions of the white mountains and black waters have nurtured countless great monsters."

"Those who are not of our race must have different hearts. Even if the imperial court offers them tributes, they are not loyal to the imperial court."

When he said this, Song Feng subconsciously stroked the rattan stick in his hand.

Then he leaned back in the wheelchair, assumed a comfortable position, and said sarcastically:
"Hundreds of years of worship have made the demons outside the Great Wall somewhat unscrupulous, and they no longer treat humans as human beings."

"Believe it or not, even if they are not liquidated, they will still turn against us when Fuso invades in the future?"

"Those monsters are only pursuing their own interests. They are pursuing the desire to become famous and to make further progress. Don't expect them to give anything..."

Although what he said was a bit blunt and a bit too sarcastic, it was also true.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. This is no joke. We can't let a group of monsters fight for humans.

How naive and stupid must someone be to have such an idea?

Seeing Seventh Uncle not caring at all and looking down on the big monster outside the pass, Nineth Uncle couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

But then, he nodded in approval:

"Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts. It seems that I have indeed thought of them as being too kind."

Although this old fellow, Seventh Uncle, sometimes likes to take advantage of his seniority and does things in a very shady way, it is undeniable that he is indeed an old senior.

To be honest, compared to him, this little Taoist priest has never dealt with the immortals outside the Great Wall in his life.

My Seventh Uncle, an old man from the last era, must know much more than he does.

Maybe in that incident back then, this old man, Seventh Uncle, was also the masked and nameless knowledgeable person.

Seeing that Uncle Nine in front of him had already acknowledged what he said, Song Feng smiled and nodded:

"You're right. After all, after killing so many radical old demons, the ones left outside the pass are relatively mild."

"Although they have closed the mountain now, they may be useful in a few decades."

Although the saying that those who are not of my race must have different hearts is correct, it can be slightly adjusted occasionally.

Just transform it slowly.

As the radical old demons are killed generation after generation, won’t the ones left be moderate comrades?

Those who are on the same front with me are called the immortals outside the pass, and they are elves who have achieved success in their cultivation.

But if they stand against me and are my enemy, then they are evil monsters who deserve to be killed by everyone!
While talking, Uncle Jiu very skillfully grabbed a handful of raw rice and then added a handful of fragrant incense, then walked out of the Lingying Hall.

As they left, the sound of many children playing seemed to be faintly heard in the Lingying Hall:
"Hey, hehe..."
Hearing the laughter coming from the Lingying Hall behind him, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but smile:

“These are all merits…”

Seeing Uncle Jiu smiling and looking at Lingying Hall with anticipation, Song Feng curled his lips:
"If something like this happened in the hands of others, it would just be called raising a ghost. Only when it happened in the hands of disciples from big sects like you can it be called merit."

"Things that cannot be fulfilled are all empty. Nowadays, people are very serious about making connections underground. You are the one who has really embarked on a path to greatness..."

Although it is a good thing to help the souls of the dead to be reborn, for most people, it is just a thankless task.

After all, the benefits gained from reincarnation are enjoyed by the next life, but you get nothing. Who can feel comfortable with this?

But for people like Uncle Jiu and the disciples from Longhu Mountain, Gezhao Mountain and Wudang Mountain, it is different.

The disciples of these big sects basically have people following them, and every good deed they do is recorded by the ancestors.

That is completely like doing one point of work, claiming three points of credit, gaining 70% of fame, and having 100% of benefits.

Hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine smiled slightly and did not deny it:

"Now the merits I have accumulated in the underworld are almost enough to qualify for regular status."

"I'm afraid it won't be long before the underworld will issue a document allowing me to take on the position of the real head of the underworld."

These things are what the many ancestors of each school and sect have done for the benefit of their descendants, so there is nothing wrong with talking about them.

When he said this, Uncle Nine suddenly turned his head, and then looked at Uncle Seven who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him with some curiosity:
"Seventh Uncle, you were so advanced in Taoism back then, didn't you get any approval or promise from the underworld?"

"From what I know, it seems that if one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one can obtain a position in the underworld and live a carefree life for a hundred years, right?"

(End of this chapter)