The wonderful door of emptiness.
Dark clouds enveloped the entire sect, and everyone in the sect was in a state of panic.
The disciples in the sect looked up in the direction of the Hengduan Mountains from time to time, with fear in their eyes. Everyone's movements became extremely cautious and their spirits became extremely tense.
A foundation-building disciple flew into the city's high-rise buildings. The spacious six-lane road below was filled with various tents and iron houses. The six-lane road was squeezed to a double lane. The surrounding high-rise buildings that could have been used as residences only had the lower floors still in use. Even the gangs disdained to live on the upper floors.
Because there is no electricity or water.
Today is no longer the industrially developed society it once was. Although the sect consciously protects the industrial foundation of modern civilization, it is obviously not as concerned as the government in terms of construction and management. Faced with the mess left over from the war, the sect only carried out symbolic construction, and the subsequent management was almost chaotic and disorderly.
The lowest-level management organization of the sect is not a specially established legal department, but a group of gangs derived from the disciples within the sect.
Sect, disciples, gang.
This is the logic of how society works today.
Pure rule by man will lead to great evil.
The sect disciple landed gracefully on the ground, and the mortals around him looked at him in awe. Then the crowd retreated silently like a tide, not daring to approach him within a hundred meters.
Because I was afraid of being beaten to death.
There are clear regulations that if a foundation-building disciple intentionally kills more than three people, he will be imprisoned for one month; if he kills more than 10 people, his monthly salary will be deducted; if he kills more than 30 people, he will be handed over to the Law Enforcement Hall.
From this we can see that sects also maintain order, but they do not maintain the order of ordinary people.
A gang leader immediately came forward and said flatteringly, "Welcome, Immortal Master."
Immortal Master is a respectful title for cultivators.
At first, they were called gods, messengers of gods, and angels according to local customs and legends. Later, they were gradually changed to immortal masters, great immortals, gods, etc., which meant that the power of monks completely overwhelmed the original civilization.
The name is a definition of people's hearts and also a way to control public opinion.
When the government still existed, in order to gain better control or to act as a substitute, early monks would disguise themselves as gods in local culture.
There is no need to pretend now.
"Um."
The sect disciple nodded slightly, then walked forward on his own, looking over the slum-like residential area. The gang leader followed closely behind, nodding and bowing continuously, without any of the ferocity and arrogance of the past.
"Has anyone died recently?"
"Yes, there was a gas explosion, ten murders, and dozens of missing persons."
"How many died?"
"Not many, just some minor accidents, and the murderers have basically been dealt with by us."
The gangster boss's face froze, but he quickly covered it up. However, this subtle change in his expression could not be hidden from the monks. It's not that mortals are not smart, and not all monks are so smart that they are almost demons.
The control over the body and spiritual awareness is the biggest difference between mortals and monks.
The sect disciple stopped and glanced sideways. The gang leader with a face full of flesh was so frightened that his breathing almost stopped.
"How many?"
"One hundred and eighty."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sect disciple grabbed the other's neck. The muscular gangster boss was lifted up like a chicken, his face flushed, and the fear in his eyes turned into tears.
He tried to beg for mercy, but could only utter monotonous words.
"Well"
With a snap, the neck was broken and the sect disciples threw the body aside.
"Who among you is the second in command?"
The gangsters following further away were trembling with fear, and no one dared to pick up a knife to avenge their boss.
One of them took two steps forward, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, saying, "Master, this is me."
"From now on, you will be the boss. Help me manage this area. My requirements are not high. Just don't let anyone die. If there are more than 50 people, report to me. I don't care who kills them. I can handle how many people die, but you can't eat them."
The sect disciple leaned forward slightly, and the other party's alcohol and stench drifted into his nose, mixed with a hint of evil.
The breathing technique allows the nose to smell some special smells.
"My Kong Miao Sect absolutely does not allow the practice of evil skills, do you know that?"
The dead are not important, what is important is practicing evil skills.
This has nothing to do with good or evil, it is purely because practicing evil techniques requires a lot of blood and a lot of human souls, and it carries many hidden dangers. The sect will not care about a few lives, but if thousands or tens of thousands of lives are involved, the sect will question it.
This is the area under his jurisdiction. If evil spirits appear here, he will lose half a year's salary.
The second in command of the gang's heart collapsed, he kowtowed to the ground three times, and cried, "Master, spare me, I didn't practice any evil skills, it was all that damn old ghost who did it."
"What about the evil power?"
"It should be on him. This old devil has been carrying it with him all the time. I thought it was a cultivation technique you gave me, but I didn't expect it to be an evil technique."
From his words, we can tell that he also wants to practice. The pursuit of transcendence is what countless people in the world today pursue, and countless people are crazy about it.
"Go find it."
The second-in-command of the gang crawled to the side of the corpse and quickly found a palm-sized booklet.
The sect disciple flipped through it and then burned it with spiritual fire. The common evil skills circulating on the market were said to be the furnace and cauldron method created by a great man.
Once they have mastered the skill, their minds will be taken away, and they will then run away on their own to be devoured.
The sect disciple took out a pill, and the man knelt on the ground with his eyes shining, like a dog begging for food.
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