Chapter 332 Taiping Road
Just by reciting softly, I heard a rustling sound in my ears, as if ripe grains of rice were dancing in the golden husks of rice ears.
The primordial Qi surges, giving birth to all things.
A pair of deep green pupils that seemed to contain infinite vitality, their gaze seemed to penetrate the infinite distance and stare straight at him.
Taoist Jiang Lin felt a chill in his heart.
[God: Hozuki (??)]
[He resides in the Xuantai Qingming Heaven, in charge of the power of the Yuanqi in this world, creating all things and saving all living beings]
【Authority: Four Seasons——……】
[Solar terms——……]
【Five grains——……】
【…】
【road:??】
【Law:??】
[Current status: Available]
Unlike the prayer ceremony, the eyes only appeared for a very short moment, so Taoist Jiang Lin only saw a small part of them.
The sound of rice ears rustling in his ears also disappeared, but even so, he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.
"Master..."
The boy next to him looked at him worriedly.
"It's okay." Taoist Jiang Lin suppressed his emotions and forced a smile.
Without saying anything else, he walked back with his apprentice.
But as soon as he got there, he saw his second disciple Jiang Chen coming out of the house.
"Master, the eldest senior brother has already been notified."
"Yes." After a pause, Jiang Lin looked past his disciple and towards the porridge stall behind him. "I have sent people to prepare rice. We should be able to collect 100,000 stones of rice within three days."
Jiang Cheng nodded: "If so, even if someone else comes later, we can hold out for a while..."
Having said this, he hesitated to speak.
"Come on, do we still have to be so shy as master and disciple?"
"Master, the world is like this. If we continue like this, we won't be able to save many people."
Jiang Lin paused and shook his head: "Save as many as you can."
After saying this, he walked past his disciples and prepared to enter the house.
"Master!" Jiang Cheng called him and knelt down on the muddy ground after the snow melted. "Since you want to do this, you should think about it!"
"If it doesn't work, let's set a framework first!"
Hearing the voice of his disciple behind him, Taoist Master Jiang Lin hesitated to take the next step.
He looked conflicted. This had happened many times in the past few days, but he kept asking himself in his heart:
Do I have the qualifications?
After a long time, he let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky.
The heavy snow was still falling, as if it was going to cover the entire world, and as if it was going to bury this crumbling dynasty completely.
Forget it, shameless as it is.
As if a blessing had come to his mind, a name quietly appeared in his mind.
"Just... 'Taiping Dao'."
Then he stepped into the house, leaving the young man looking at his dazed second brother curiously.
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Datong Dynasty, the capital of the capital.
As the most powerful dynasty in the world, this place not only gathers many practitioners of the [Praying Spirits] and [Stealing Spirits] methods, but is also a place that attracts the attention of many gods.
However, at this time, in a heavily guarded garden.
There was a small pavilion by the lake, with two figures sitting inside, looking leisurely and contented.
"Taiping Dao..." Hong Zun recited softly, and then looked at Xu Xing who was sitting opposite him, "Brother Dao, what does this mean?"
I have been trapped in Taishang Dao Sect before. Although I was forced to come out this time, it is a rare opportunity. Naturally, I want to walk around and see more.
So, after the two came out of the Heavenly Palace, they went directly to the capital of the Datong Dynasty.
"Help that youngster pick a name."
"..."
I don’t believe you!
"But the young man that fellow Taoist selected this time is indeed good." Xu Xing said again.
"That's natural." Hong Zun did not deny it.
If he continues to be so 'stable', it will be really annoying to watch.
Fortunately not.
"Since you also admire that young man, why don't you give him a hand?"
"Okay." Xu Xing agreed readily, which made Hong Zun pause.
The next moment, Xu Xing stretched out his hand.
The falling snow outside the pavilion seemed to be drawn into the pavilion, surrounding his five fingers, and finally hanging above his palm.
Bear~!
The flames rose up, but they were as transparent as jade, and there was a flowing light inside, as if the vitality was flowing through it.
The surging wind and snow turned unsteadily in it, the snowflakes became more and more crystal clear, and even the "wind" seemed to have a concrete "shape".
The fire of creation refines the wind and snow.
A rather mysterious scene.
Hongzun was filled with emotion.
Although Brother Dao's major was kendo, he also mastered other skills.
He was good at refining elixirs, casting weapons, setting up battle arrays and drawing talismans, and practicing hundreds of arts.
Indeed, for an existence at the level of "Immortal", it is not difficult to master the hundreds of arts, and it is also beyond the reach of ordinary practitioners.
But Brother Dao's level of cultivation in all arts is top-notch among all these fellow Taoists!
The fire grew more and more fierce, and finally reached the top of the pavilion.
What is even more miraculous is that under the scorching flames, instead of igniting, new buds sprouted from the top of the pavilion, leaves grew, and buds bloomed.
The petals are falling and the leaves are falling.
The withering and flourishing happened in the blink of an eye. The dead leaves and petals were swept up by the flames and fell into the wind and snow, becoming one with them.
Gradually it took shape.
It looks like a handful of snow-white sand, but upon closer inspection you can see that it is actually many tiny "seeds".
The fire suddenly stopped.
The white seeds that looked like fine sand fell into his hands and were thrown casually outside the pavilion.
The seeds disappeared in the wind and snow, drifting away and falling to where the Taoist master Jiang Lin was.
One of the seeds fell to the ground, and in an instant, densely packed snow-white sprouts grew on the garden ground, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Eventually it grew to about a foot in height, and was snow-white all over. Thumb-sized "fruits" hung down, round and translucent, with a layer of mist floating on them, which seemed to form two words - peace.
"Using Yuan Qi as fire, tempering the wind and snow, and adding the meaning of withering and flourishing, this 'peaceful' elixir was obtained."
There were also a few plants growing near the guardrail. Xu Xing picked two and threw one to Hong Zun.
The elixir fruit melts in your mouth, it is sweet and delicious. After it slides down your throat, you will feel a warm and moist Qi rising up, nourishing your body.
"With the help of this pill, the people of this world will be able to survive this cold winter."
This cold winter, with constant wind and snow, this elixir will continue to grow.
Ordinary people only need to take three pills a day to ensure that they do not need to eat for twelve hours and will not feel hungry.
"Brother Dao, so this is how you help that young man..."
Just as they were about to rebel, this side saved the Datong Dynasty.
Who would rebel if they could have enough to eat?
"The changes of the immortals and gods should not involve the mortal world." Xu Xing pinched the elixir with two fingers, "To spread the way of peace, isn't what he wants just to make people well-fed and warm?"
"And I have already passed on the method of refining the Taiping Pill to that young man."
If the Datong Dynasty does not make any progress after surviving this cold winter, it is doomed to be destroyed.
The cold winter reveals the wonders of the world. All the influences caused by this will be taken advantage of by the "Taiping Dao" in this world in the future.
"Brother Dao is still the same." Hong Zun sighed.
Xu Xing smiled without saying anything and looked outside the pavilion.
It was snowing heavily, the sky was all white, the ground was covered with silver, and all the branches were covered with snowflakes.
The clusters of snowflakes weighing down the branches of the tree and the red fruits dotted under the tree are quite artistic.
Perhaps he was influenced by Yuan's "plagiarism" behavior.
"This really is in line with the saying, 'Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees blossom...'"
"Brother, have you also heard of Yuan's half of the poem?" Hong Zun suddenly said.
"Hmm?" Xu Xing paused.
He remembered this half line of the poem, Yuan should not have read it in the Taixuan Realm.
After all, someone on the Lingwang had specially recorded the poems that Yuan had read.
Seeing that Xu Xing seemed a little puzzled, Hong Zun explained: "This half of the poem has never been read outside, and I only mentioned it to Daoist Brother Ba Zun."
Then, Ba Zun specially went to find an island that was covered with snow all year round. After all, the Dragon Elephant Qingtian Sect had all kinds of environments.
He took a photo and posted it in the group, and also used this half poem to show off in the group.
As a result, it was naturally exposed very quickly.
How can a rough physical practitioner reach such a level? What kind of elegance can he pretend to be?
“So there is such a thing.”
Xu Xing was speechless, thinking that his fellow villager was truly a top-notch plagiarist.
Ordinary people, even if they traveled through time, would not be able to remember so much.
"By the way, Brother Ba Zun only knows half of the poem. Brother Dao should know the complete poem, right?"
Hongzun also realized at this time that this must be a poem from Xu Xing's hometown.
"I do remember." If it were an ordinary person, he would have forgotten it long ago, but he is a true immortal. "The north wind blows the white grass to the ground, and snow falls in the eighth month of the year. Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees blossom..."
The sound echoed and spread in the wind and snow.
After listening to the whole thing, Hong Zun nodded slightly: "I see, now it seems that most of the poems Yuan recited are probably poems from Brother Dao's hometown? No wonder he never said that he wrote them himself."
Most?
emm...
There are certainly people today who can write poetry, but Yuan is clearly not one of them.
Forget it, let’s not expose his past.
"I guess so." Xu Xing replied ambiguously.
"By the way, since Yuan often recites poems about his hometown, why have you never read them, brother?"
This is of course because I have no interest in being a plagiarist...
Of course this is fake!
Actually, there is no other reason. It’s simply because there are not many poems I can remember at the beginning, and most of them are fragments.
When you reach a higher level, you not only don’t have much time, but also there is no need to show off in this way.
"I don't remember much. If you ask me about the allusions and meanings, I won't be able to answer. I'd better not read it."
"Brother, you are really frank..." He looked outside the pavilion, "Brother, do you still remember that there is a poem in your hometown that fits the scene you and I are seeing now?"
Does it fit the current situation?
"Maybe Yuan has already read what I know, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't read it."
"It's okay. Apart from Brother Ba Zun, I and the other brothers haven't come into contact with Yuan too many times."
"..."
After a moment of hesitation, Xu Xing looked at the snow-covered sky.
"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces."
"Tsk! It's really appropriate." Hong Zun clapped his hands and sighed, "Could it be that the person who wrote this poem is also a fellow Taoist?"
Are you of the same mind?
"In a sense, it is true." (End of this chapter)