Mei Qing held the two things in her hands.
She looked at the fog in front of her.
The thick fog was pure and flawless.
There were almost no impurities!
She took a deep breath, and there was no unpleasant smell in her lungs.
This place was so clean that it didn\'t seem like the human world!
"What exactly is this place?" Mei Qing thought.
Unfortunately, the fog here was too thick.
And...
In this fog, Mei Qing\'s magic power and cultivation seemed to be locked.
She couldn\'t use it, nor could she use it.
It was as if all the years of hard work she had done in the past had been in vain.
"Is anyone there?" She asked.
Her voice echoed in the fog.
There was no response.
It was as if this place was an uninhabited place.
But...
The ground under her feet was exceptionally solid and very flat.
It was as if she was stepping on the marble hall of the royal palace!
So, there was someone here!
At least, there was something.
Mei Qing raised her foot and walked forward bravely.
The fog seemed to be boundless and boundless. There was no boundary to it.
After walking for an unknown period of time, Mei Qing was already panting.
In the depths of the fog in front of her, an orange lamp quietly appeared.
"Lamp?" Mei Qing stopped. She looked at the lamp and began to hesitate.
Because...
The appearance of that lamp was too strange!
In such a foggy land, the visibility was only a few inches.
Moreover, all spells and supernatural powers could not be used.
However, a lamp suddenly appeared in the middle of it.
Although the light looked dim, it was extremely conspicuous in this fog.
What did this mean?
Mei Qing naturally knew.
That must be the lamp of the master of this place!
And what would the master of such a strange foggy land be?
Now, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were dead.
Legend had it that someone had seen the collapsed Eight Trigrams Furnace of the Grand Supreme Old Lord in the Flame Mountain.
Legend had it that someone had seen the demonic fog rolling in the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South China Sea.
Legend had it that someone had seen the Roc spreading its wings in the Lion Camel Ridge!
So...
What kind of existence would the master of this place be? Was there a need to think about it?
Mei Qing paced back and forth, hesitating.
But the fog seemed to have come to life at this moment.
The mist around him rumbled like a ferocious ghost.
In the distance, there was a terrifying and strange sound.
Vaguely, she seemed to see an indescribable monster crawling in the depths of the fog.
She took a deep breath. "Looks like I have to go to the place where the light is!"
She knew that this fog indeed had an owner.
Her master was urging her.
Come … or die!
She had no choice but to move forward.
Sure enough, as soon as she started to move forward, the fog calmed down and became peaceful again.
Soon, she walked in front of the light.
The orange light shook the thick fog.
The fog became much thinner.
She could even see the appearance of the place illuminated by the light.
A strange red brick building.
The gray wall was covered in dust, and a plaque full of mottled traces of time hung at the door.
The two sides of the door were decorated with some kind of colorless glass.
A figure stood at the door.
By the side of the shadow?
A tiny cat shadow?
The shadows followed him.
Mei Qing swallowed her saliva and mustered up her courage to walk forward.
She looked at the mottled plaque.
"Qiyuan Bookstore?"
There were a few words that seemed to have been simplified.
Mei Qing asked cautiously, "Sir..."
The figure at the door?
He walked under the light.
With just a glance, Mei Qing\'s hands and feet turned cold?
Her entire body trembled.
That was because that person had a head that was almost made out of mist.
In the rolling thick fog, there seemed to be two sparks of fire slowly swaying in the eye sockets.
And its lower body?
It was even stranger.
He was wearing clothes that no one had ever seen before, and he looked very clean and strange.
Beside him, there was a small black cat?
It followed closely.
Meow!
The black cat meowed softly?
It made one\'s scalp tingle?
Six gods were uneasy.
God!
A god cultivated by a cat demon!
Moreover, it was a righteous god who enjoyed the incense offerings of a country and was worshiped by the people!
Because behind the cat, a strange building was reflected.
Endless prayers of the people overflowed from it.
And as everyone knew, because of the evil scripture, all the gods and Buddhas had died.
Legend had it that even the Western Heaven\'s spiritual mountain was occupied by evil.
The Tathagata\'s golden body was also shattered.
In the Netherworld, there was no longer Yama. The ghosts danced wildly. The dharma body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was stepped on by his former mount, Truth Listener, in the Nether River.
If Hell was not empty, the Bodhisattva who swore not to become a Buddha could no longer complete his Buddhist oath.
Because he himself had become a part of Hell.
So, how did this cat demon cultivate to become a righteous god avoid that catastrophe?
Mei Qing didn\'t know.
But she knew that she had encountered an ominous event that no one had encountered before.
"Customer..." the monster\'s voice came into her ears. It was unexpectedly very easy-going and could even be said to be friendly.
"Are you lost in this fog?" He asked.
The fire in his eyes slowly lit up.
It was like a golden crow spreading its wings and flying, rolling in the thick fog head.
Mei Qing\'s heart was alarmed!
She hurriedly looked at the plaque at the door and immediately said against her will, "Sir, this humble Daoist is here to buy books!"
As she spoke, she bowed and showed her horsetail whisk.
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at the little Daoist nun in front of him who called herself\' This humble Daoist\ 'in confusion.
She was about eighteen or nineteen years old? Or maybe twenty years old?
Anyway, she was very young.
But...
Where was the Daoist robe?
Where was the Daoist crown?
Holding a horsetail whisk, she called herself a humble Daoist?
Was Taoism so relaxed in accepting people now?
After thinking for a while, Ling Ping\ 'an had to admit that Taoism was so relaxed in accepting people now.
Precepts?
Learning?
That didn\'t exist!
As long as one was willing, one could spend some money to obtain the Taoist books of the various sects and the Quanzhen sects.
This was also forced by the monks!
Nowadays, as long as the monks entered the gate of their temples, those who had burned incense were all householders.
Moreover, all the famous temples had started to become corporatized.
The monks went to work and had five insurances and one fund, as well as year-end bonuses and stocks.
Some monks, with big gold chains, big watches, sports cars, and nightclubs, were still eminent monks!
The Taoists had no choice but to follow.
Otherwise, the leeks would be cut by the monks!
Thinking of this, Ling Ping\ 'an was relieved.
Anyone who came was a guest. Who cared if she was a bald donkey from the west or a poor Daoist from the east?
The Constitution of the Federal Empire said: Religious equality, freedom of belief!
Therefore, he smiled and said, "Quickly come in..." He thought for a while and really couldn\'t figure out how to address a female Daoist, so he simply said, "Daoist!"
...
Mei Qing listened to the words of the monster in front of her.
She quickly bowed and followed it into the\ 'bookstore\' while trembling with fear.
It was just as Mei Qing had imagined.
This place was indeed extremely terrifying!
She had just made a breakthrough when she felt a boundless pressure assaulting her.
It was so heavy that she couldn\'t straighten her body and raise her head.
She could only lower her head and follow suit.
Fortunately, this pressure seemed to only want to give her a show of strength.
Therefore, in a flash, she became relaxed again.
But after her body relaxed, her spirit became heavy again.
"What exactly is this place?" Mei Qing thought in her heart. Her eyes carefully observed the place.
The floor was made of wood.
But it was very strange.
From Mei Qing\'s point of view, there seemed to be something slowly squirming under the floor.
This made her think of the legend that the divine turtle carried the overseas immortal mountain that roamed the four seas.
The walls on both sides were engraved with terrifying and strange murals.
Mei Qing only took a glance and immediately lowered her head, not daring to look again.
Because...
The things in those murals... were alive!
"Daoist priest, please sit!" The monster\'s voice sounded again in her ears.
Mei Qing obediently followed its instructions and sat on a strange bench.
The chair seemed to be made of unknown leather and was very soft and comfortable to sit on.
It was as if she was sitting on a living monster.
"I heard..." Mei Qing thought, "Some powerful cultivators like to peel off the skin of their enemies and cover it on their artifacts..."
"As a result, their artifacts gain spirituality and are actually like living creatures!"
This was a very common thing nowadays.
Great cultivators used humans, demons, and ghosts as raw materials to make all kinds of unimaginable things.
Human skin lanterns, demon skin war drums, ghost skin talismans...
But, this was already a very benevolent cultivator.
In the past hundreds or even thousands of years, the immortals, Buddhas, and demons of the five major provinces killed people and devoured the people of a country.
They used the hearts of thousands or even tens of thousands of children as medicine.
These were very common things.
But at that time, when all the gods and Buddhas were present.
Not only were the demons, demons, and immortals who did such a thing not punished.
Instead, they were protected by a mighty figure.
On the contrary, those who did good and abided by righteousness would be beaten to the mountain gate and their entire family would be killed if they made a small mistake!
Skinning and pulling tendons was just a child\'s play.
It was common for the entire residence to not be spared, and it was common for their souls to scatter.
Thinking of this, Mei Qing sighed slightly.
"Killing and arson are golden belts... repairing bridges and paving roads without corpses..." She recited the words that her master muttered every day and sighed.
At this time, a cup of steaming hot tea was handed to her.
The monster\'s voice sounded in her ears, "Daoist priest, do you want to buy some Daoist classics to study?"
Mei Qing raised her head and saw the tea in front of her.
The golden-yellow tea liquid was bubbling.
It was like the legendary immortal tea at the Queen Mother\'s Immortal Peach Banquet, or the Buddha tea personally picked by the Bodhisattvas of Mount Lingshan.
The two Flowing Flames spun slowly.
They were like two Yin and Yang fish of flowing fire.
The orange light shone down from above and landed on this person\'s body.
It made its entire body seem to become illusory.
Mei Qing swallowed her breath and nodded.
The monster sat on the opposite side and crossed his legs.
The cat demon beside it jumped onto it.
"Then, what do you want, Daoist priest?" It asked, the flames in its eyes shining.
Mei Qing frowned.
She felt that the monster in front of her didn\'t seem to be ominous.
On the contrary...
She looked at the righteous god that the cat demon had cultivated into, lying on the monster\'s body like a real pet.
Therefore, she mustered up her courage and asked, "Sir, do you have a secret manual that can slay demons and eliminate demons?"
Unexpectedly, the other party burst into laughter.
It stood up and looked down at Zhang Xuan, asking him.
"Daoist priest... wants to slay demons and eliminate demons?"
Mei Qing nodded.
Who didn\'t want to?
Demons and demons filled the night. Ominous things were everywhere. Resentment was deep, and the world was in ruins.
The five major provinces were already in chaos.
The people were like ants, and the common people were like dogs!
But...
She also understood that it was impossible for her to purge the world of evil.
Even the gods and Buddhas in the sky had died!
Now, it was an era of demons and ominous things.
Legend had it that even the Eastern Lands, the once beautiful world, was now ravaged by demons.
The great demon named An Lushan led the beasts to eat humans.
The prosperous Chang\ 'an City had been set ablaze!
Therefore, what she wanted was only the ability to protect herself and her master and survive in such a chaotic and desperate world.
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at the little girl in front of him who called herself\' Poor Daoist\ 'and was dressed in what seemed to be a retro attire.
She asked him very seriously if he had a secret manual to\ 'slay demons and eliminate demons\'?
He immediately became happy.
He could only say that the Federal Empire really made people eat too much.
Fried chicken that cost one yuan could be bought for five yuan.
There were also food banks and low-rent housing systems in every city.
These ensured that every citizen of the Empire would not live on the streets and suffer from cold and hunger no matter what.
If one had some skills and entered a factory as a blue-collar worker, he could at least work alone, support a wife and two dogs, and save up hundreds of thousands of shares in 20 years.
Therefore, in today\'s society, many people were so idle that they were about to get sick.
All kinds of strange hobbies and interests appeared along with it.
In the Nanzhou and Beizhou, the\ 'Retro War\' had recently become popular.
A group of idle ranchers and farmers\ 'children and workers organized themselves during the slack season and purchased a large number of equipment from the Hundred Year War.
They began to simulate the classic battles in the Hundred Year War.
Last month, the Beizhou even organized a 30,000-person drill for the Battle of Xin\ 'an Prefecture.
It was even filmed into a few hours of documentary and uploaded to the Internet.
Needless to say, these people made it look decent.
The organization, deployment, and march were exactly the same as the Battle of Xin\ 'an Prefecture in history.
It was too fun to line up and shoot them!
And in the mainland, Ling Ping\ 'an also heard that the feudal superstition was very poisonous.
The Internet and financial circles were almost completely wiped out.
Almost all the headquarters of the Internet factories were on the seventh floor.
Why?
Because they were in a mess!
There was even a legend on the Internet that within the Internet companies, the one with the most incense was one of the four heavenly kings of Buddhism, the Heavenly King of Growth.
Within a well-known factory, there were even several masters with high salaries.
What did they do?
They specially calculated the eight characters of the promoted employees to see if they were in conflict with the eight characters of the bosses and directors!
If they were in conflict, the employees would have to change their names. Otherwise, the promotion would be ruined!
Legend had it that a certain big shot once didn\'t believe in heresy.
When he started his business, he insisted on building the headquarters on the ninth floor...
Then, that big shot went bankrupt and lost money. He ran to live broadcast to pay off his debts...
He also became the dark lantern of the industry, the legendary Heavenly King of Losses. He was hated by everyone and no one dared to talk to him about projects!
Thinking of this, Ling Ping\ 'an gave up on trying to persuade this little girl to believe in science.
After all...
Even those Internet elites with doctorates and professors, as well as innovative talents who played with big data and computers, believed in feudal superstition.
How could he make a young man who was obsessed with feudal superstition and seriously believed that there were demons in this world suddenly believe in science with just a few words?
That was impossible!
It was just like how other people couldn\'t make him believe in ghosts and gods.
Moreover...
It didn\'t seem to be a problem for a little girl to be superstitious about Taoism?
This was her freedom!
Ling Ping\ 'an had always felt that religion and diet were actually the same.
Some people liked to eat coriander, some people hated it when they saw it and ran away while covering their noses.
Were they wrong?
No!
Coriander was even more wrong.
A qualified materialist had to learn to look at problems objectively and dialectically.
Then, he would choose the most effective and feasible way to solve the problem.
With this mentality, Ling Ping\ 'an smiled, "Customer, I don\'t have any secret manuals that can slay demons..."
"Of course, if you need them..."
"I can recommend you a few Taoist scriptures that cultivate one\'s character and cultivate one\'s mind..."
"Of course …" His eyes narrowed. "If you really want to take a look at the wondrous uses of Daoist arts … I can also recommend a few to you … mmm … the counterattack of a young cultivator …" He thought hard, and finally thought of a word that the other might accept. "Classics!"
Just look!
The ancient Investiture of the Gods, Search for the Gods, and Journey to the West were classics.
Why couldn\'t the current online Xianxia be classics?
He was a young web novelist. If he had the chance, he was willing to contribute to the development of web novels.
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