Xuanling

"In that case, in today's chaotic world, why not use your body to calm it down?" Wu Ci, with the young Taoist's green robe under his butt, sat cross-legged in the snow and slowly gave the final conclusion to the discussion.

The young Taoist suddenly had an epiphany. He closed his eyes and thought deeply. Suddenly, he felt his mind open up, as if he was listening to the great truth.

This is entering the Tao.

In the previous week, I experienced this while practicing the Wu Ci of the "Heavenly Scripture". I closed my eyes, felt the heaven and earth, and my consciousness wandered between heaven and earth, and everything around me was clear.

This is a good time for him to establish his personality!

What kind of character would be more convenient to create? A reincarnation of the same age who is straightforward, but gentle, kind, has his own bottom line, and is righteous?

The witch's speech began to be performed. Seeing that the young Taoist was in deep thought and seemed to be enlightened on the spot, he took out a cake from the sleeve of his Taoist robe in front of the young Taoist and took two bites to avoid starving to death. After taking two bites, he patted his butt, stood up from the ground, and handed the remaining half of the cake to his mother who was not far away.

"Mother, take it. It's like the reward from that young Taoist priest for his enlightenment."

The mother was stunned. This woman who had just been picking at even salted duck eggs did not immediately take the food when she saw it.

For the first time, she felt that the son in front of her was so strange. She wanted to touch Wu Ci's head, but she stopped herself from raising her hand. "...Ci Ge'er...are you...still my Ci Ge'er?"

——She heard the lies that Wu Ci and the young Taoist had just made up.

Wu Ci smiled helplessly, "Of course, I have always been one, but it was only when I was dying that I received a dream from the Heavenly Venerable, a dream of three lives... But, I will always be your son, mother, please don't worry."

This is a lie.

Both the words explained now and his identity are false.

The poor woman's youngest son had just died of illness.

But the woman believed it. She always regarded men like her husband and son as the backbone of the family and always believed in her son.

She took the cake, hugged Wu Ci and cried with joy, "That's good, that's good..." The woman breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at her husband and said, "Master, our Ci brother has made it... We will definitely survive..."

The father did not show any emotion on the surface. He just nodded to Wu Ci and said, "Since you have grown up, I will not interfere with your behavior anymore. Think carefully before doing anything."

"Father, I have thought one thing through, and I must tell you now," Wu Ci said.

"I would like to ask my father, mother and sister to leave with me. I just learned from a dream that following this group of hungry people to the Southern Province is a life-threatening journey."

"Do you have the ability to save them?"

"Not at this stage, I will find a way." Wu Ci smiled, "I remember that you, father, were the governor of Xiling County, and you are their parent official. Do you want me to save them?"

"After I failed to feed them, failed to defend the city, and neglected my duties by faking my own death, allowing them to leave Xiling, I was no longer a person, but just a hungry person."

"Do you really think so, father? In fact, the fault is not yours. You have done the best you can in your job. You know, the captain and the army who abandoned the city and fled did nothing wrong. The only ones who should be blamed are this world and the emperor who does not pay the soldiers." Wu Ci smiled gently, said no more, and looked at his father tolerantly.

My father couldn't resist Wu Ci's gaze. He paused for a moment, his cloudy and numb eyes turned away evasively, and finally a bit of the remaining literary spirit appeared on his thin and weak face.

"You shouldn't blame... you shouldn't blame others. When things cannot be changed, or when you encounter a disaster, you can only look for the reasons in yourself. If you were capable enough to turn the situation around under any circumstances, you wouldn't be in this disaster today. All the mistakes in the world are only due to your own lack of ability and inability to change. You can't blame others, and you shouldn't look for excuses to cover up your own incompetence." said my father.

Hearing this, Wu Ci was a little surprised.

When disaster strikes, can we only blame ourselves?

That's right, he was like this in his previous life. If he didn't have this face and socialized more, he might not have been selected for that show.

Or, if he worked harder, squeezed out more sleep every day, and pushed himself a little harder, he could have climbed up from the bottom of the society, from being an insignificant and unknown person to becoming someone in the upper class, with power and influence. Who would dare to play with his life?

No, that won't work either. He started from too low a point in his previous life, and he has done his best just to survive.

The bottom line is that he is too useless. Just as his father said, if he could change the corrupt society of his previous life before he died...there wouldn't be the current troubles and difficulties.

"You are incompetent..." Wu Ci looked at his father and smiled sarcastically, not knowing who he was laughing at.

"Yes." The father's face was not embarrassed. Instead, he was cautious and serious, even as solemn and dignified as a tall statue. He said to his son: "I will not ask others to do what I cannot do. You don't need to do this for my expectations, and you don't need to embarrass yourself because of it."

Under his son's gaze, the father felt that his ridiculous literary character was useless, and sighed softly, "I just hope that you can make a decision that is true to your heart when you are able to do so. If someone wants to stand up for them, I hope that after I stand up, the next person will be you."

"In that case...then let's go with them."

Wu Ci glanced at the young Taoist priest who seemed to be about to complete his enlightenment not far away, retracted his sarcastic smile, and said lightly: "If we leave now, we can still catch up with our fellow villagers. Don't wait any longer... The young Taoist priest is still young, and he will surely catch up with us after knowing about this. Don't let him get involved."

The father remained silent, picked up his heavy bag again, and patted Wu Ci and his wife on the shoulders.

He was very pleased that his son thought of not implicating others and was willing to do his best to save people, but this was his duty as an official.

His son had the ability but he did not use it, which was unjust to the victims; and as a father, he imposed his own responsibilities on his son, which was unkind.

If he could be more rational and selfish, he should ask his son to repay the favor and ask the young Taoist to follow. Perhaps he could save the victims more safely without harming his son.

But the son might have anticipated what he might be thinking, and in exchange for the favor of entering the Taoist sect, he casually took a piece of bread and said in front of him that this was considered as repaying the favor to the young Taoist priest. Then he turned to his father and said that the favor to the young Taoist priest was over, blocking the words that he was about to say.

The son after "Three Lives of the Great Dream" was more outstanding than he had imagined, so outstanding that he didn't look like his son, nor like the child who looked at his father with longing on his face. There was no familiar look on his face.

He could only remain silent and continue on the road with his family, one foot deep and one foot shallow in the snow.

After walking for a while, we heard voices coming from behind.

"Stay a while!"

In the wind and snow, the voice of the young Taoist was chasing, and then his figure appeared in the snow. It must be that he saw the performance of Wu Ci when he just entered Taoism and immediately caught up.

He put away the metal compass with 13 strange symbols engraved on it, bowed and said to Wu Ci, "My fellow Taoist, you are so kind. I know that you don't want to implicate me, and even only take a cake to offset the cause and effect of entering Taoism. But the grace of entering Taoism is so great, and Taoism should bear the sword to save the world in times of chaos. How can we turn a blind eye to it!

How is this behavior different from the Buddhist monks of Tiande Temple who pursue fame and fortune, seek pleasure, indulge in lust, and pretend to be righteous? Do you think I am a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death? "

Wu Ci pretended to be embarrassed, "Little Taoist priest, I don't mean that, but... the matter these hungry people are involved in is not going to be simple."

"Please allow me to accompany you." The young Taoist looked resolute, and bowed again, "Fellow Taoist, you are doing great things, and your words are full of great truths. You must be favored by the gods, and you want to quell the chaos in the world... I am willing to follow your lead in this life."

This young Taoist had been fooled by the combination of "sitting and discussing Taoism" and "creating a false persona", and was completely manipulated by the witch's words.

In the previous week, the key word "God's favor" was brought up, which means that Tianji Taoist has been maxed out in loyalty. No matter what Wu Ci does, he will interpret it as making sense and can attack wherever Wu Ci points. As long as Wu Ci follows the current progress and makes him an accomplice to the evil, he will think that it is the will of God.

Wu Ci immediately returned the greeting, "You are too kind, Daoist friend. If that is the case, then let's go together."

"Thank you for your help, Taoist friend," the young Taoist took two steps at a time and walked briskly with Wu Ci. "May I ask, Taoist friend, has the Heavenly Venerable clearly stated the difficulties faced by these hungry people?"

"I'm afraid not. I have seen the long river of time in my three lives in the Great Dream. I only saw by chance that there was no news of the arrival of hungry people in Nanzhou. Not long after, there was a severe drought in Nanzhou. The river god of Nanzhou married a wife and had to throw 30,000 young girls born on yin days and at yin times into the river before he would rain."

"How can this be possible!" the young Taoist was furious.

Wu Ci paused and looked at the young Taoist with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm so rude, it's really..." The young Taoist lowered his head in annoyance, still showing a hint of anger on his face, "Please continue."

Wu Ci chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter. The river god of Nanzhou eats the fortune of the country. It is natural for him to be angry and rebuke him for not fulfilling his duties and abusing his authority. This can only prove that you are upright and incorruptible."

"Where... is the compliment..."

"Fellow Daoist, please do not underestimate yourself. I met you by chance and do not know your name. However, I can know your character just by the simple things I have done to you. How can this be called a false compliment?"

When he reminded him, the young Taoist immediately realized that it was because he was inexperienced and had not introduced himself to the other party for such a long time. He quickly formed the Yin-Yang Fish Hand Gesture with both hands, and formally placed them flat on his chest and said, "I am the 739th Tianjizi, the disciple of Tianzun. I have not yet asked for your name, Taoist friend?"

"I have no sect or school, I am Chu Ci." Wu Ci also returned the gift of Yin Yang Fish Hand Skill, and added, "I can be considered half a disciple of Tian Zun by relying on his connections, but I really don't know much about Tian Zun's job."

"How can this be considered as a relationship? The Heavenly Lord has always been a man of few words and no barriers. No matter who you are, even a spirit, you can become his disciple."

Speaking of the Heavenly Venerable, Tianjizi obviously became more talkative. "The Heavenly Venerable's honorific name is 'Ying Yuan Ji Xing Heavenly Venerable'. If you are interested, I will be happy to explain it to you."

This was exactly what Wu Ci wanted to hear, so he immediately took over the topic and said, "Of course, I have heard about the evil Buddha 'Tu Gu' enshrined in Tiande Temple.

Under their influence, the Dao sect has gradually weakened, and the deeds of the Heavenly Master have not been well known. I want to understand them but I am powerless."

Tianjizi pondered for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and then tentatively asked, "Daoyou, have you ever heard of the 12 Mysterious Spirits?"

12 mysterious spirits?

Wu Ci had indeed never heard of this thing. He only knew about the 12 energy base stations in the Sky Curtain Project.

Xuanling can be directly interpreted as a god, but it sounds different from the incense gods that were pardoned by the dynasty.

Considering the context, the general meaning is, is it a higher-level god?

When it comes to making connections between fantasy and real science, he can only think of things like cyber cultivation of immortality and technological deification.

Seeing that Wu Ci did not respond, Tianjizi whispered, "Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but this is a secret, and I only found out about it when I was reading the ancient books of the sect one day when I was free."

"Hmm? I'd like to hear more details."

"The 12 Mysterious Spirits represent 12 gods. They are not the mountain gods or river gods granted titles by the mortal dynasties, nor are they the gods in the heavens as mentioned in ancient legends. Instead, they are supreme gods born from nature and raised on earth, who control the laws of heaven. The twelve months of the year and the twelve hours of the day are also governed by these Mysterious Spirits.

Because they were born and raised on earth and live outside the sky, they do not empathize with humans. They just follow their own rules and treat people in the sky as ants and insects. We prefer to call them evil gods.

Tianzun is the 13th supreme god, but he is special. He was not born at the beginning of the world, but was cultivated step by step by humans from this world in heaven to the same status as Xuanling. "

So that's how it is. No wonder the old emperor in the previous two weeks said: Things are different now than before, the main god is hidden, and the mystery is not revealed.

The main gods should be referring to these mysterious spirits.

Wu Ci frowned, "But there are only 12 months in a year. If Tianzun is the 13th Supreme God, can he have an extra month to rule?"

"That's right. There are only a few Heavenly Paths and there are only 12 months. If the Heavenly Venerable wants to ascend to the throne of the Mysterious Spirit to protect the world, he can only get rid of a Mysterious Spirit first and make the position vacant.

12 Xuanling was jealous of Tianzun, so he directly condemned Tianzun as a heretic and killed all of us, Tianzun's disciples.

Xuanling is born and raised by nature. Even without believers and followers, it can still survive by relying on the Heavenly Dao it controls. As long as the Heavenly Dao it controls does not perish, Xuanling will not perish.

But Tianzun is different. He was originally a human being, and his aspirations were also for humans... Just like those wild gods who have not been pardoned by the dynasty and have no official system, without believers and no heavenly way to rule, the Taoist sect will end. No matter whether they are Tianzun’s disciples, believers, or followers, as long as they all die, or when the last one forgets Tianzun, Tianzun will completely disappear. "

Wu Ci frowned, "Is the 'Tsui Gu' enshrined in Tiande Temple also a mysterious spirit?"

"Yes, Sui Gu is the mysterious spirit of the twelfth month that controls flesh and blood and the vitality of reproduction. The Heavenly Dao that he governs is strongest when it involves twelve. For example, the twelfth dynasty, the twelve years of each cycle of the dynasty, the twelfth month at the end of the year, and the twelfth hour of the day."

Wu Ci looked at Tianjizi's expression and asked speculatively, "Which year and month is the Qian Dynasty in now?"

Tianjizi nodded, and suddenly grabbed Wuci's hand, "Daoyou, I thought that with the suppression of the Twelve Mysterious Spirits over the years, I was the only one left in the Tianzun's sect. I didn't expect to meet you and become Tianzun's favorite. If I die, please..."

"Stop... Did the Heavenly Venerable choose his divine followers himself? Is there a price to pay? If he didn't want to be forgotten, why didn't he choose a few more?"

"There is no price, but... Tianzun and Xuanling choose their divine followers just like they do, which requires a degree of compatibility. Moreover, since they are human beings, they are not in harmony with the Way of Heaven and are not saints, so Tianzun has a requirement that is criticized when choosing divine followers... This has repeatedly caused his divine followers to be identified by the followers of the Twelve Xuanlings, resulting in an extremely high mortality rate..."

"What kind of request would allow the gods' favored ones to have special recognition and lead to a higher mortality rate? Besides, didn't the Heavenly Venerable say that there is no distinction between the gods?"

Wu Ci really couldn't understand why the Heavenly Lord, who believed in teaching everyone without distinction, would have such special requirements when choosing his followers? Why would he insist on this requirement even though he was facing oblivion and imminent extinction?

Tianjizi's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, his eyes wandering, "That... I thought that you and I were so compatible, and compared with the people I had in common, I already knew what Tianzun insisted on..."

"What?"

"Tian Zun does teach everyone and is very protective of his shortcomings, but...teaching everyone means...any race is fine. Tian Zun can allow them to have bad grades, can allow them to have been unrighteous in the past, can allow them to be stupid, and can teach them slowly if they feel they can't learn...but, they can't be ugly...Tian Zun finds it embarrassing and doesn't want to teach those who are ugly..."

Tianjizi slowly covered his face, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "Just like the Buddhist sect does not save the poor, the Heavenly Venerable does not accept ugly people... And because the Heavenly Venerable chooses his divine followers and disciples, he pays too much attention to appearance and does not care about intelligence. When the followers of the Twelve Mysterious Spirits want to capture us, they only look for those who are good-looking but stupid, and they will capture them all...

I am alive today because I am smarter than others. To be honest, I have been the smartest person in the whole sect for hundreds of years. When I was five years old, I knew to run back when it rained, and I also knew that I should not pick up things on the ground and eat them after three breaths... By the way, fellow Taoist, remember to protect your face, or the Heavenly Venerable will dislike you if you look ugly."

Wu Ci's eyes gradually became subtle.

With Tianjizi's IQ being deceived by him, he actually raised the average IQ of Tianzun's disciples?

According to the compatibility principle they mentioned, all the descendants of Tianzun, including Tianzun, are stupid beauties, right?

Wu Ci now understood why Tianzun and his followers could not defeat more than 12 Xuanling.

It is true that 12 Xuanling are evil gods, but this Tianzun is even more of a ghost.

Believers who follow the 12 Mysterious Spirits can do whatever they want, eat the best food, drink the best drinks, and have a job; but if they follow the Heavenly Lord, they will be hungry for three days and nine meals a day, have to hide from place to place, and be hated by everyone.

If you follow the 12 Mysterious Spirits, you can still use your abilities to realize your ambitions and climb up, and rely on your own efforts to achieve your dreams and desires. If you follow Tianzun, you can only rely on your face to make a living. Without a good face, you will have no future. Those who have abilities will be neglected, and your colleagues will be a bunch of stupid idiots who are only concerned about protecting their faces.

Wu Ci let out a long sigh.

What was the old monk thinking when he told him not to fall into Tianzun's trap in the first episode? He really didn't mean to look down on people. The main thing was, what kind of complicated trap could Tianzun, who had all his followers and followers who were stupid beauties, set?

So, how did Ying Yuan Ji Xing Tian Zun cultivate from a mortal to a Xuan Ling? Did he rely on his looks? Can he go anywhere and just rely on his looks to get people to give him resources?

To be honest, Wu Ci even doubts that if Tianzun is a mysterious spirit born and raised on earth, would he master beauty and the way of stupidity?

Fortunately, his status as the God's favored son is a fake. If he was really the God's favored son, he estimated that his IQ would be lowered... and he would be alone in the same camp and unable to escape. He would have to run away with his useless dog son on his back just like those dog owners in the real world who raised dogs as sons.

Wu Ci could already imagine the scene. The 12 Mysterious Spirits came from the sky, and together with their followers, they surrounded him in a mighty way. He had no way to escape, carrying the Waste God. He had no strength, so he could only prepare a big one before he died. He said solemnly with an invincible face, "Come on together. Even if I have to carry the dog on my back, I, Wu Ci, will still be invincible in the world!"

He thought: If it really comes to this, I will make a threatening remark and then throw Tianzun out unexpectedly to buy me time so that I can escape.

Or just act like a traitor and turn against the enemy: Please come in, Alien Lady! I know the way to Tianzun's house! Freeze-dried canned dog food and other things are available for you to take!