177 Although I have killed many people, I am still a good monk
The Qiao family is located in Mubian City, which is more remote than Yuchi City where Jiang Xin and the others are. There is no direct spirit boat, so the only way to get there is by themselves.
Starting from Yuchi City, one has to cross a large desert to reach Mubian City.
In the desert, monsters and bandits are rampant, and if you don't have enough cultivation, it's easy to encounter accidents.
Cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage usually travel in groups. If they cannot find like-minded companions, some cultivators will pay a sum of spirit stones to the caravans traveling between the two places and travel with the caravan, which is safer.
Jiang Xin and his group are numerous, and all of them have solid cultivation, so they don't need to recruit companions and can go directly to Mubian City.
Wuxin had come from that place before, so now he was familiar with the route going back.
He couldn't see the road, so he generously contributed the map of Xizhou that he had obtained through begging.
This map is drawn in great detail, and can even mark the location of the map holder on the map, making it easier for the holder to identify the location.
Such an exquisite map is a high-level magical weapon, which is normally difficult to obtain by begging.
Jiang Xin thought Wu Xin was amazing: "Master, which kind-hearted person gave you this map?"
Wu Xin smiled slightly and said, “It was given to me by a horse bandit who stopped me when I was crossing the desert.”
Jiang Xin felt that what Wu Xin meant by gift was not the same as what she understood as gift: "Did he give it willingly?"
Wu Xin was a serious monk, and he made a well-reasoned guess: "I took out his heart and put it aside. If it had not been eaten by a monster, it must have dried up in the hot summer of Xizhou, so he must have done it willingly."
Jiang Xin: “…”
At this moment, you are actually using puns?
"Aren't monks supposed to be compassionate? Why are you still so angry?" Chu Linfeng suddenly became worried that this was a fake monk and would not be able to successfully liberate himself after his death.
Wu Xin tried to defend the compassion of monks: "So I dug quickly and accurately, and let the bandit pass away peacefully."
Chu Linfeng: "...Does he still need to thank you?"
Wu Xin is indifferent to fame and gain: "I don't expect anything in return for my kindness. As long as this bandit can wash away his sins and reincarnate smoothly, I will have completed my merits."
Although the master kills people and steals their hearts for food and drink, he is a good monk.
Jiang Xin clasped her hands together and thanked him devoutly: "Thank you for the gift, Master Ma Fei. Let's set off."
The Bagua plate in Lin Yan's hand enlarged, and a group of people sat on it and flew quickly in the direction indicated by the map.
The Xun Gua on the Bagua plate was glowing with a faint light, and the wind it brought up formed a protective shield around them, protecting them from the scorching heat from the outside world.
They did not fly high enough to enter the sea of clouds, so they would not be attacked by the cloud beasts.
This way the flying speed will be much slower, but it is enough for Jiang Xin and the others.
After avoiding the sea of clouds, you can also enjoy the scenery on the ground when flying low.
Xizhou is hot all year round and has a shortage of water resources, which creates its unique natural landscape.
After entering the depths of the desert, Jiang Xin often saw the dried corpses of some monsters, but had never seen the corpses of humans.
Jiang Xiao felt strange: "It is said that the desert of Xizhou is full of dangers, and bandits often kill people and rob goods. We only saw some traces of battle and blood along the way, but no human bodies. Does it mean that no one died?"
Wu Xin shook his head: "In Xizhou, all resources are precious, including corpses."
Jiang Xiao didn’t understand.
The pale white star-shaped stone mask on Zhao Shi's face exuded a faint starlight color. The long eyelashes behind the mask trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Their bodies were either taken away by their companions, or taken away by bandits to refine magic tools or use for other purposes."
"As for the corpses of the monsters you saw, they have not been discovered yet. Otherwise, they would have been taken away by someone."
In essence, the corpses of humans and monsters are the same and can both be used as raw materials for refining magical instruments or elixirs.
For reasons of morality and ethics, righteous monks would not do this.
But this is not necessarily the case for evil practitioners.
Some evil cultivators even specifically choose the bones of humans with deep resentment as raw materials in order to enhance the effectiveness of their magic weapons.
Since these horse bandits active in the wilderness have been engaged in murder and robbery, they have naturally thrown moral ethics to the winds and will certainly not miss the opportunity to make money from corpses.
The amnesiac Demon Lord obviously did not expect Xizhou to be so dangerous, and seemed to be frightened.
He was originally standing at the edge of the Bagua plate, but he retreated all the way to the center of the plate, squatted down and hugged his little self: "How scary."
Jiang Xin walked over to sit beside him, patted Jiang Xiao on the back, and comforted him like a senior sister: "Don't be afraid, junior brother, I will protect you."
"Senior Sister is so nice." Jiang Xiao happily moved towards Jiang Xin. There was obviously very empty space, but he insisted on squeezing together with her.
Zhao Shi stared at them for a moment with mixed feelings, then silently looked away.
It’s great to be a child. You have a simple mind and don’t have to think too complicatedly.
Junior sister knows that this is the devil who can destroy the world, but she can still speak out to protect him without any psychological burden. It is really enviable.
I hope that His Majesty the Demon Lord will never regain his memory, so that they won’t kill people to silence them because they see him in this embarrassing state.
Along the way, Jiang Xin and his companions also encountered two gangs of horse bandits who were killing and robbing, as well as many monsters.
But the brothers and sisters were very powerful and easily defeated the opponent, eliminating the harm to the people.
The group arrived safely outside Mubian City. Lin Yan put away the Bagua plate, and everyone walked to the city gate to line up to enter the city.
To enter the city, one needs to pay two hundred low-grade spirit stones to obtain an entry permit. It is not too expensive, but one must pay it every time one enters the city.
If you don't want to go through so much trouble, you can apply for a long-term city entry permit at a higher price.
There are a lot of people queuing up to enter the city, and this money alone can make Mubian City a considerable income.
Mubian City is under the control of the Qiao family, and is equivalent to the Qiao family’s private property. All these entrance fees go into the Qiao family’s pockets.
Jiang Xin sighed repeatedly: "If our Tianshui Sect had half the evil hearts as them, and also collected city fees from Yunming City, we would make a fortune."
The scale of Yunming City is larger than that of Mubian City, with more monks coming in and out, so the income must be more substantial.
It's a pity that the Tianshui Sect has some dignity and conscience and would not make this dirty money.
The desert is full of dangers. Mubian City is the only city within a radius of 500 miles and the only relatively safe place.
Many monks who are training outside are willing to pay this amount of spirit stones even if they are short of money in order to find a safe place to rest.
There were many people entering the city, and Jiang Xin and her friends had to wait for a while before it was their turn.
The guard counted the heads and said directly, "Six people in total, right? One thousand two hundred low-grade spirit stones."
Chu Linfeng was about to give the spirit stones, but he saw Wuxin take out six passes from his Sumeru Ring, all of which were long-term entry permits into the city.
After checking, the guard found no problems and allowed the six people to enter the city.
After passing through the city gate, there were no outsiders around. Jiang Xin looked at Wu Xin and asked, "Master, could these six passes have also been given to you by that kind-hearted horse bandit?"
Wu Xin shook his head: "It's not him."
Everyone was a little disappointed.
Wu Xin added, "I was afraid that he would be too lonely on the road alone, so I went to their village to see him off. I found these passes in the village."
After saying this, he put his hands together, his face pious and holy, "Amitabha, thank you for the gift of nature."
"It is said that monks do not kill. Master, you..." Zhaoshi was unable to continue. This was completely different from the monk of Chankong Temple he had imagined.
Master Wuxin has a profound understanding of Buddhism and has his own logic: "All sentient beings suffer, and it is a great deed for me to help them reach paradise as soon as possible."
Everyone from Tianshui Sect: "..."
Listen to what the art of speaking is!
This is the art of speaking!
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