My real name is Lu Erbao. I was born in an ordinary family without good family conditions. My parents are neither officials nor businessmen, but ordinary farmers.
Farming, herding cattle, mowing grass, doing corvée labor...living a life that could be predicted at a glance, spending every day in sweat and under the scorching sun. Life was a little hard, but at least I was not hungry.
My father told me that this was all thanks to an immortal from the other world. I asked him what the immortal looked like, but my father couldn't answer. He just pointed to the tablet that had been placed in the hall.
On the pink wooden sign, there was a word "Li" written on it.
"The immortal's surname is Li. As for what he looks like, it is not something that we, the peasants, can know. I think the immortal must be very beautiful, prettier than the girls in the brothel."
This is how my father described it. I later asked many people, but no one could answer what an immortal looks like.
But every household has a longevity tablet of the immortal, praying for blessings and longevity from the immortal.
When I was six years old, my father saved a landlord from drowning. By chance, I went to the landlord's house to be a schoolboy for his youngest son, so I learned to read and write.
Later I heard that a god would come down to earth in two years to recruit disciples. Our village had a god several decades ago, and he was the current landlord. It was because of this god that they became landlords.
Two years later, the gods had not yet arrived, but a flood came.
I was only eight years old that year. I saw the flood submerge the fields, destroy the houses, and even the county town that I used to have to look up to was submerged in the flood.
A deity had descended to earth, and the government notified every household, and countless people fled with their families.
I heard that we are going to a place called Tianzhou, which is very high and will not be flooded, but it is also very far away and may take a long time to walk.
I didn’t know at that time that I would be gone for ten years.
The landlords' fortunes fell into poverty and they became refugees like me, even the officials who I used to have to kneel down to.
Because the immortal does not care about one’s origin, everyone is the same to him.
To be honest, when I saw the landlord's son who had sat on me was as dirty as me, I felt a sense of pleasure. But this pleasure was soon overwhelmed by the hardships of migration. After running for their lives day after day, everyone's shoes were all damaged in the six months of fleeing, and the soles of their feet were covered with thick calluses.
The weak, the old, and the sick all died within a year.
Although there are rest periods along the way, they are usually not too long, because there are people coming from behind, and they have to leave to make room for them. Similarly, the next stop will also make room for them, and so on until they reach the legendary Tianzhou.
My mother also died, and my father died of exhaustion after carrying me for hundreds of miles because I had a fever.
I recovered from my illness and continued walking. The road ahead seemed to have no end.
The mountains leading to Tianzhou are very high and can hardly be seen if you look up, and the road is also blocked by the mountains. At the last stop, millions of people are crowded together, and there is no place to stay in the various makeshift houses.
I had a chance to catch my breath. Once people have free time, they will start to think about random things.
How long will you escape?
I heard that the flood has stopped, why are you still trying to escape?
Is the immortal lying to me?
The voices of doubt were endless, and this was not just my opinion, but also the opinion of people around me. They were bolder than me, from whispering to shouting, from suspicion to anger.
It only took seven days for a saint to turn into a traitor to the world.
My emotions were also stirred up, and I started to shout, "It's all the fault of the immortals, they are all liars!"
The gods remained silent about this and just sat on the clouds watching the farce below.
I can tell from the gods' expressions that they are getting impatient too. Everyone is holding on to their last straw, and that straw is about to break.
Suddenly, there was an earthquake and I fell to the ground, as did everyone else.
Then a bright light came towards us, the mountain slowly rose, the sunlight shone through the cracks, and the whole mountain was lifted up high.
This was the first time I saw an immortal.
"I am as vile as an animal in a pigsty."
"…When there is food, he lies down in his kennel; when there is no food, he barks like a dog. He is truly an animal."
The language of the cultivation world uttered by Feixing Zhenren had a tone closer to the oblique tones of ancient language, while the modern language was flat tones.
At the same time, the language of the human race in the cultivation world has 24 tones, of which only four are used in daily life and are not difficult to learn. The remaining 20 tones are crucial because they are the derivatives of the cultivation terms.
It may be just a slight difference in tone, but the meaning expressed in the spiritual scriptures will be completely opposite.
This is a derivative product of the human cultivators who have tried their best to integrate cultivation into their own language and culture over thousands of years, so as to better pass it on to future generations. It is equivalent to the modern formula and element cycle, which is cumbersome but extremely necessary.
Currently, the main focus of language researchers in Shenzhou is almost entirely on the language of the spiritual world.
The nurse who was taking care of him obviously didn't understand and just treated it as gibberish.
"The patient is awake!"
The nurse hurried out.
Master Feixing opened his eyes, stood up and sat on the hospital bed, his eyes sweeping over everything around him, with confusion still lingering in his eyes.
Soon after, his head started to hurt again. These were some aftereffects caused by his mental fatigue, and it was only the mildest kind of aftereffect.
He examined himself and realized that if he couldn't quickly refine the remaining medicinal properties, he would most likely damage his foundation.
And this body is too weak.
Master Feixing frowned, looking at his skinny body, and looked inward again and again.
The body is weak, the flesh and blood are exhausted, and the meridians are blocked.
This body won't last for many years if it's not restored and exercised.
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