Autumn, 631st year.
During the six hundred years of prosperity, mankind's exploration of the spiritual world has already developed to the extreme, and everything in art, literature, culture, etc. has reached an unprecedented level.
In an era of unlimited material abundance, people no longer have to struggle for a living or bend over for a bowl of rice.
Humans can indulge in their own interests and hobbies, singing, literature, dance, music, even sex and so on, the Fairy Palace can satisfy everything.
But excessive pursuit of the spiritual world is not a good thing. People become dissolute, greedy for pleasure, and become like wild beasts.
Without sense of shame, rites and music will collapse.
This era is called the second collapse of rites and music.
Lu Haochu stood in front of his family's centuries-old house. His soul penetrated every corner of the mansion of the Lu family, the first family in Qingzhou, a palace complex covering an area of more than fifty acres.
He saw his great-great-granddaughter having fun with three handsome men, his great-grandson who was still strong and healthy hugging a woman who was several decades younger than his daughter, and the filthy scene beneath the blue brick and red walls.
"Rites and music are broken. You are right again."
A memory in his mind was like a hand that instantly pulled him back to three hundred years ago.
Lu Haochu believed that he was one of the luckiest local cultivators since his reincarnation. He happened to be assigned to Qingzhou to carry out a mission that year, and happened to catch up with the revival of the immortals. He also saved his life because of his identity as a disciple of Shangqing Palace.
What really allowed him to change his fate was getting in touch with the immortal through Zhao Si.
In the past six hundred years, Lu Haochu has actually been the immortal family's manager outside, responsible for managing the three acres of land in Qingzhou and taking care of the immortals' relatives.
The advantage is naturally that you can enter and exit Hanshuislope and get guidance from immortals.
That day, Miss Shiraishi asked a question.
"Now that society has achieved communism, people no longer need to rush around for a living and can devote themselves to their hobbies. Every time I come out of my practice, I feel like I have entered a new world. World-class literary works are springing up like mushrooms after rain, and even ordinary people can compose poems and couplets."
"Fake Taoist priest, I can't even imagine what I will be like next time I come out of seclusion. Do you think that if humans continue like this, will they become the gods in the movies and TV shows of our time? A perfect race."
The immortal smiled and shook his head, saying, "At the beginning of the second millennium, the living standards of ordinary people were equivalent to those of the nobles a few hundred years ago, and the scope of knowledge they could access exceeded that of the scholar class in the past. In ancient times, everyone seemed like a dragon, but you may not be satisfied with your daily online politics."
"History is an upward spiral. Now you can see that everything is thriving, which is the exploration of mankind itself. When the spiritual world based on food and clothing is over-explored, when people take the prosperity for granted, the spiral of history will fall."
Bai Shi asked curiously, "Another world war? Will everyone go back to pick up cans?"
"No, you have to understand. All acts of force have clear material demands. Previous theories are not suitable for this era."
Li Yi said, and then gave an answer that was still vivid in the minds of those listening even after hundreds of years.
“There will be a second collapse of ritual and music, extreme hedonism will prevail, and everyone will become a puppet of desire.”
“Because of the excessive pursuit of meaning and value, sometimes the value is lost.”
The second collapse of ritual music.
The immortal predicted accurately, and everything was just as the other party said, with almost no deviation.
Of course, the excessive exploration of the spiritual world, when everything reaches its peak, will inevitably turn to decline. This decline is not the change of dynasties, but the sinking of human nature.
The fantasies of the so-called gods in the past were too idealistic.
In the final analysis, the material needs of human beings have never changed in the past few hundred years. No matter how technology and living standards change, it is difficult to change the daily routine of eating a bowl of rice with a pee. Very few people can completely break away from the desires of the flesh and pursue the ultimate spiritual world.
An overdeveloped spiritual culture will only put mediocre people on high places, making them think they have reached the highest point, only to end up hanging upside down on the edge of a cliff. If they are not careful, they will be doomed.
Unless you practice.
But practicing is an extremely difficult thing.
When Lu Haochu was about to break through the foundation building stage, in order to leave a legacy and to comfort his parents, he found a woman who was also a cultivator and married her. They gave birth to two sons, and now they have become the two branches of the Lu family, with a total number of thousands.
If those who have separated from the family are counted together, the number would probably be hundreds of thousands.
Among them, there are dozens of people who have cultivated to the Golden Core stage, one person has reached the Nascent Soul stage, and the remaining people are less than a thousand who have cultivated to the Foundation Establishment stage.
Artificial spiritual roots can only guarantee the cultivation level of the Qi training stage at best, allowing people to use spells and ensuring that everything related to spiritual energy is no longer the exclusive domain of cultivators.
Lu Haochu sighed and walked into the tall mansion. He stepped into the lobby and saw a man and a woman hugging each other in the family ancestral hall, which should have been respected and dignified.
Seeing a man in a Taoist robe suddenly appear, the man and woman were frightened and screamed. The formation inside the mansion was activated, the floor lit up with wisps of spiritual light, and a rope flew out.
The Immortal Palace has always strictly prohibited the use of offensive formations, and most of the formations that can be arranged at home are defensive.
Lu Haochu slapped the rope with his hands, and it turned into ashes.
"Old, old ancestor."
The woman recognized Lu Haochu and said haltingly, "Weren't you in seclusion? Why did you come back suddenly?"
When the man heard the word "ancestor", his face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying, "I, the 86th generation of the Lu family, Lu Mulan, pay my respects to the ancestor."
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