Parasitic Immortal Cultivation: Race Clearing System

Chapter 271 The Nature of Human Beings

"Have you been there already?" Bai Bing asked.

"Been there."

"Can we talk?" Bai Bing thought and took out some spirit stones, but was rejected by the middle-aged man.

"I went but didn't go."

The middle-aged man said, "I originally wanted to see that expert, but after I went there, I suddenly figured it out and turned back.

By the way, young man, what is your name? If you want to hear it, I will tell you."

"My name is Bai Bing." Bai Bing nodded, "You tell me."

The middle-aged man sighed, "I am from Beiyuan, and I was once the head of a sect.

I have a wife and children, and although my sect is small, it is living a healthy life. I usually have a few disciples to teach me some Taoism.

Unexpectedly, things in the world are unpredictable. My unfilial disciple deceived my little girl and abandoned her. By the time I found out, she had already died in depression.

I went to look for that evil beast, but I didn't expect that he had some background, which caused my sect to be ostracized. After a disaster, my family fell into decline, and my Taoist companions also left me.

I once had great ambitions to make my sect bigger and stronger, and settled in Zhongzhou, but now that I am past middle age, it is hard to realize my ambitions.

I heard that my Taoist lover also found a new love, and it was just me. Alas, I won’t talk about it anymore.

My qualifications are mediocre, my youth is gone, my opportunities are ruined, and my future is hopeless. I once had the intention of giving up. Someone told me that I could come here to get enlightenment and solve my problems."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red and he wiped away his tears, "Young man, you are still young. I would like to advise you that choices in life are greater than hard work.

But don’t be like me and miss your whole life because of one mistake.”

Your wife and children separated before you could start a business. Bai Bing sympathizes a little, although it has nothing to do with me.

"I can feel the hardships of fellow Taoists, but I just want to ask what it's like there."

He took out the spirit stones and magic weapons, "I have important things to do. Fellow Taoist said well, so I can give you some."

"Aren't I just raising expectations?" The middle-aged man smacked his lips, "I told you directly, do you still have the heart to listen to my complaints?"

"No one has told me about my depression for so many years. They would just ignore it or even laugh at me. I feel very uncomfortable."

Bai Bing wanted to complain, but after hearing the last sentence, he held back and said, "So why did you figure it out?"

The middle-aged man said, "Because I saw a lot of dead people. If you want to see the great road and see the master, you have to go through some mental training, but most people can't stand it and get lost in illusions."

I didn’t think I would be the lucky one, I thought it was important to still be alive, so I came back directly.”

Dare to love because he was afraid of death. Bai Bing said: "Thank you for your advice. See you soon, fellow Taoist."

"Goodbye."

The two acted in opposite directions.

Bai Bing moved forward and slowly saw a small town in the mountains. Most of the people here were ordinary people and low-level practitioners who made a living by hunting and farming. It was not surprising to see travelers like him.

After taking notes, he inquired about the whereabouts of the Taoist priest and the master.

He wanted to see what this "Nan Xuan" was.

At the same time, he also met more travelers. Most of them came here to solve their problems. There were also a few who came here to seek guidance and guidance because they had mental obstacles in cultivation but had no way to find a way.

As for the evil cultivators that Zhao Yang mentioned came to deal with the "spiritual pollution", they were not seen.

And there seemed to be nothing unusual here, very peaceful. He could also contact Li Qingsi, but he didn't say that he had arrived here.

There is no danger, no weirdness, and there are not even many ascetics.

He saw people coming and going, some new and some leaving, but he didn't hear anyone unable to get out.

He suspected that he had come to the wrong place, that they were all lying to him, or that he had fallen into some illusion.

[The Worm of Time has gone back and restored]

He had just finished writing about what he had seen here in a village when he suddenly saw some fonts appearing in the system.

He frowned slowly, not knowing what was happening.

Suddenly, he noticed that the people he occasionally passed by on the road acted sluggishly, their eyes were confused, and they all walked back, which was the direction of Happy Town.

The cheerful faces of these passers-by suddenly turned gloomy and anxious.

"I always feel like something is wrong."

Bai Bing frowned and followed to investigate.

Soon, he unexpectedly met the middle-aged man from before.

He had a sad look on his face, his hair was gray, and he looked frustrated, but he actually really said goodbye.

The middle-aged man also saw him and was stunned for a moment, "Young man, what are you looking at me for?"

Bai Bing said: "Why are you back again?"

"What does it mean to be back again?"

The middle-aged man stared at Bai Bing for a while and said, "Not bad, not bad. Young people have the same heroic appearance as I did back then. When I see you, I think of my daughter. By the way, what's your name?"

Bai Bing:???

Do you have amnesia? He said, "My name is Bai Bing."

"Bai Bing, what a good name." The middle-aged man sighed: "You are so young, what unsolvable hardships do you have to come to this place?

People who have experienced this advise you that choice is greater than hard work, but don’t be like me, making one wrong choice and ruining your life.

Young man, do you want to hear my experience?"

Bai Bing stared at him for a while, "Although your sect is ruined and your wife and children are separated, you can find another wife, have another child, and choose a new apprentice. You can't do this."

The middle-aged man was shocked, "Are you a fortune teller?"

Bai Bing had a guess in his heart, "Yes, I guess you are depressed and need to talk?"

"Master's calculation is really accurate." The middle-aged man bowed his hands and said, "It seems that Master has been waiting for me here for a long time. I am indeed depressed and have death aspirations. I haven't found anyone to talk to for a long time."

He looked up at the sky and sighed: "I come from Beiyuan and was once the leader of a sect."

Bai Bing is expressionless and bears witness to the essence of human beings.

After listening, the middle-aged man said: "I haven't told anyone for a long time. When I talked to others, they just looked impatient. What's more, they used it as a conversation piece after dinner.

I am lost in confusion, Master, please listen, can you give me some words of wisdom?"

Bai Bing said, "Why do you think I want to come here?"

The middle-aged man was stunned: "I understand. It turns out that the master is also confused. I feel more balanced in my heart. How about we go together?"

"good."

…

The two traveled for more than ten miles, passed several mountain villages, and arrived at the legendary happy town.

There are rows of houses here. Most of the residents are prey. Occasionally, monks can be seen, and their bodies are filled with weak spiritual power.

Far away, you can see a blue-grey stone tablet standing on the ground, like a huge sword hilt.

He felt this was somewhat familiar.

When he walked in, he saw a stone wall surrounding it, with a thorn fence on top to prevent wild animals from entering.

Inside the stone wall, there was a large open space with many monks sitting on the ground, seemingly in retreat.

In the center of the clearing is the stone tablet.

Looking from the feet to the top, he saw some runes on the stone tablet, which were white.

If it were blood red, it might be more terrifying, Bai Bingxin said.

It is the ancestral monument of the Zhuque tribe.

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(End of chapter)