232 Am I Really Not a Human?
While Jiang Xin was jumping for joy, Lin Yan silently took out the tortoise shell and told a fortune.
As soon as the decision was made, Chu Linfeng came over impatiently: "How is it? Can Senior Brother He escape this disaster?"
Lin Yan glanced at the hexagram and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, he will only be sentenced to one year, which is the sentence based on Senior Brother He's cultivation level in the Fusion Stage."
Zhao Shi: "...Are you acquiescing that Senior Brother He will definitely go to jail?"
Lin Yan pursed his lips, hesitated and said: "In fact, I also want to report him. A cultivator in the Fusion Stage can get a lot of bonuses if he spends a year in jail."
Ning Yao's heart was also stirring with guilt.
But while they were still in the stage of being tempted, Jiang Xin had already taken action and took out the communication jade token.
Kunlun Palace and Tianshui Sect were extremely far apart, and the communication jade slips made it impossible to contact each other. However, Jiang Xin easily contacted He Ziji and happily shared her plan with him: "Brother He, let's go earn spirit stones together!"
He Ziji, who didn't know that his junior sister was greedy for money, smiled and responded, "Okay, Xinxin, what way do you have to make money that makes you think so much about me, your senior brother?"
"I will report you for manufacturing and selling counterfeit products..."
Before Jiang Xin finished her words, there was a clanging sound coming from the communication jade slip, like something falling to the ground.
Then came He Ziji's distressed voice: "Xinxin, Senior Brother, I have no grudge against you, why do you treat me like this?"
Jiang Xin looked innocent: "But there are spirit stones to share. You can continue to refine weapons in prison, it won't affect your cultivation. Second Senior Brother has calculated for you, you only need to stay in prison for one year."
"If you behave well, you can be released from prison early." Lin Yan added.
The life span of a cultivator in the fusion stage is long, so spending a year in jail is nothing to He Ziji.
This isn't the first time he's been in jail for something like this.
Once inside, you can also use the formations in the prison to practice, which will achieve twice the result with half the effort.
There are spirit stones to earn and it does not affect cultivation. The only disadvantage is that it will affect the political review and you will not be able to take part in the imperial examinations in the future.
But it would be strange if disciples of Tianshui Sect could take part in the imperial examinations.
The fifth elder had studied in the prison of the Qiuye Dynasty. This matter would affect his apprentice's political review, and He Ziji had long been unable to take part in the imperial examination.
The minor shortcomings brought about by this report were equivalent to non-existence to He Ziji.
He Ziji believed Jiang Xin's lies: "Okay, go and report it now. Remember to give me half of the bonus."
Lin Yangang made another divination and reminded the two: "Qiuye Dynasty has the highest bonus, go there to report."
"Okay, okay." Jiang Xin agreed without hesitation, and suddenly realized a big problem, "I'm still in Xizhou, so I can't report to the Qiuye Dynasty."
"That's easy. I'll help you forge a letter of denunciation. Have fun in Xizhou - wait, how did you contact me in Xizhou using the jade slip?" He Ziji suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Just contact like this." Jiang Xin didn't understand what He Ziji was shocked about, and looked at the other brothers in confusion.
The other brothers had long been accustomed to her strangeness, and after a moment of shock, they finally reacted. Ning Yao said, "We'll explain this to you brothers after we return."
"Okay, if you come back early, remember to visit me in prison." He Ziji ended the call happily, went to forge a letter of denunciation against himself, and waited happily for his share of the bonus.
Wu Xin silently covered his heart, feeling heartbroken.
This amount of spiritual stones should have been earned by him.
Since he was the one who came up with the idea, Jiang Xin generously said, "When we get the bonus, I'll give you 10% of what I have. Second Senior Brother also contributed, so he'll get 10% too."
Wu Xin's heart no longer hurt, and he praised Jiang Xin: "Donor Jiang is really kind-hearted and generous, and is truly a Bodhisattva who saves the world."
Lin Yan even felt that his junior sister was a genius at making money.
Wen Ziqi and Ren Yuan witnessed the whole process, looked at each other silently, and reached a consensus - among the six major immortal sects, it was not only the Tianshui Sect that was sick.
The same goes for Chankong Temple!
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Kunlun Palace is vast and sparsely populated, and each disciple has his own courtyard to live in.
A Jindan cultivator like Ren Yuan, as the backbone of the sect, has a large courtyard with three entrances and exits.
After he returned to the sect, his fellow disciples came to take care of him, sent him back to his own courtyard, and invited the sect's alchemy practitioners to treat him.
At the same time, a senior sister in the Nascent Soul stage asked Ning Yao and others what happened.
When she learned that Ren Yuan almost died in Mubian City, her face turned pale.
The adults were talking, and Jiang Xin felt bored, so she pulled Jiang Xiao out to play and made one snowman after another in the yard.
The little snowman is only the size of two fists and is made up of two round snowballs stacked on top of each other.
I don’t know where Jiang Xin got a carrot from to serve as the snowman’s nose, and then inserted branches into it as arms, and a lifelike snowman was made.
Such little snowmen are stacked in a row on the mahogany railings. From a distance, it looks like a group of little people are really watching the snow.
Wen Ziqi accidentally caught a glimpse of the scene outside the window, and suddenly wanted to know whether the scene was like this when the first Kunlun Palace disciple was born.
He was lost in thought when he heard the Nascent Soul stage sister say, "Thank you for saving my life. If there is any need for Kunlun Palace in the future, Kunlun Palace will do its best to help."
The rows of little snowmen full of spirit kept echoing in Wen Ziqi's mind, and he blurted out: "Senior, you are too polite. I just have one thing I don't understand, and I hope you can help me solve it."
"Please go ahead."
Wen Ziqi: "What was the scene like when a disciple of Kunlun Palace was born?"
The senior sister in the Nascent Soul stage was stunned by his question.
After a while, Ziqi didn't change his words, so the Yuanying-stage sister laughed and said, "I don't understand what you mean, isn't giving birth to a child the same?"
Ning Yao and the others looked at each other and realized that something was wrong.
Jiang Xin once said that all the disciples of Kunlun Palace were made of ice, snow and pride.
This Yuanying stage sister obviously did not mean this.
Judging from her tone, she doesn't sound like she's trying to hide something. Doesn't she know about this?
Lin Yan thought for a moment and asked, "Senior, do you still remember your family before you joined the sect?"
The Yuanying stage sister smiled and said, "I am an abandoned baby picked up by my master. To be honest, all the disciples of Kunlun Palace are abandoned babies."
Now even Ren Yuan realized that something was wrong.
Kunlun Palace is sparsely populated, so where did so many abandoned babies come from?
"Senior Sister, where did you pick up these abandoned babies?" Ren Yuan asked.
“I don’t know about that. Anyway, I have never picked it up.” The Yuanying stage sister smiled, told Ren Yuan to have a good rest, and then said goodbye and left.
After she walked away, Wen Ziqi asked teasingly, "You didn't believe what you said before, don't you find it strange now? Even if they were all abandoned babies, there must be some children who don't have spiritual roots among them. How did you deal with these children?"
Orthodox sects or noble families usually send these children who have no spiritual roots or mediocre qualifications to orphanages. Raising a few mortals is nothing to them.
But there is no such institution in Kunlun Palace, and I have never heard the elders talk about giving picked-up children to others to raise.
Moreover, a child’s spiritual roots can usually not be detected until they are five or six years old.
In Ren Yuan’s impression, there are no mortals among the children who grew up in Kunlun Palace. When they are five or six years old, they just test their spiritual roots, and the elders never worry that they have no spiritual roots.
But most children in this world have no spiritual roots.
There are more monks in the Tiancheng spiritual world purely because the population base is larger.
"Am I really a snowman?" Ren Yuan muttered to himself, questioning his own cognition.
An icy aura spread from him. Chu Linfeng, who was sitting at the table opposite him eating spiritual fruit, suddenly jumped up and stared at him in surprise and suspicion.
"What's the matter?" Ren Yuan asked puzzledly.
Chu Linfeng hesitated to speak.
The other people had the same expression.
At the moment when Ren Yuan began to question himself, he turned from a flesh and blood body into a snowman, exactly the same as the snowmen that Jiang Xin had made in the yard.
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