Then he asked Wu Er beside him, "Do you think this is a good story?"
Wu Er politely replied, "It should be a good story..."
Actually, for him, the story was quite cliché.
Although the process is cliché, there is no ending, not even a cliché ending.
"Yes, that's a really good story!"
The old man looked up at the faintly visible stars in the sky and said, "Compared to other stories of immortals, this story is much more interesting!"
The old man shook his head and said, "Other stories about gods and immortals say that the gods save people, but they always have to sacrifice living people in order to suppress evil spirits."
The old man put his hands behind his back and took a few more steps forward. “I think the stories passed down from the royal family are all whitewashing the evil immortals who made mistakes. Only the folk tales about worshipping the banished immortals are about the true immortals who save people.”
These words made Wu Er nod slightly in agreement.
As the old man said, the prototypes of these stories are probably some monks.
It's easy to imagine how ordinary cultivators would treat mortals; why would they suppress demonic beasts to save mortals?
Add to that the human sacrifices in various mainstream fairy tales, and you can get a general idea.
It is estimated that some cultivators wanted to kill demons and seize treasures, but they couldn't defeat the evil spirits, so they used mortals as human sacrifices to enhance the power of their spells.
The various stories of saving people from suffering that have been passed down are likely fabricated by certain sects to whitewash their reputations.
The story is spread by emperors of various mortal kingdoms, thus achieving the effect of killing mortals while gaining fame.
The old man was silent for a while, then turned around and looked at Wu Er.
He asked, "Why do you think those immortals who sacrificed mortals were rewarded upon their return to heaven, while those who didn't sacrifice a single mortal were killed?"
Without hesitation, Wu Er replied, "Of course it's breaking the rules, those lousy rules set by cultivators."
"rule......"
The old man lowered his head, as if in thought, and after a long while, he raised his head again and said, "Young man..."
The old man stopped speaking after uttering just three words.
Why did you stop talking?
Because the person in front of you has disappeared.
How could a perfectly healthy person just disappear?
The old man was suddenly stunned.
After a while, as if he had suddenly realized something, he whispered, "Could it be that I've encountered an immortal? An immortal who came to the mortal realm to watch a play? An immortal descended to earth?!"
"Could it be a banished immortal?!"
The old man shook his head, feeling that what had just happened was too strange and gave him a headache, so he walked away awkwardly.
Above this mortal city, Wu Er looked down at the brightly lit city.
He said, "The banished immortal... rules? They'll be broken sooner or later..."
After saying a few cryptic things, Wu Er flew away.
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