Xu Mochen and the other two captured Xinghua, and there were still a bunch of people gathered in front of the temple, all eagerly waiting to see the mountain god appear.
Little did he know that the so-called mountain god had long been captured by Xu Mochen.
Looking at the people from a distance, Na Xinghua burst into tears: "Your Majesty, these people are working for the common people after all. I hope your Majesty will show mercy."
Xu Mochen glanced at her, the pear blossoms were shaking in the rain, and thought to herself, I know what to do without you having to tell me.
That's all, for the sake of being so well-behaved, let's go to the harem and be a little palace maid.
Think about the maids in your harem, all of them are rich and powerful. It’s time to pursue quality.
The three of them returned to the prefect's mansion. As soon as they entered the door, they saw a group of people gathered in the hall, obviously waiting for him to come back.
"Your Majesty," An Zerui looked quite embarrassed. When he saw Xu Mochen, he stepped forward quickly and said, "Something big has happened."
Xu Mochen didn't panic, it would be surprising if nothing serious happened.
Anzeri began to narrate.
His mission was to find the Qiongqing Palace sect. With his level in the Golden Core Realm, he arrived at the sect's location in less than half a day.
Little did I know that what I saw was a mess, and the original grand occasion had long since disappeared.
He was so frightened that he searched in the valley for a long time before he found some sect disciples.
Xu Mochen looked over and saw a group of girls standing behind An Zerui. All of them were wearing old clothes and were exhausted.
"Is this a disciple of your sect?" Xu Mochen frowned, "I remember Aiqing said that Qiongqing Palace is the guarding sect of Danzhou in the south."
"Your Majesty," Anzairui cried, "that happened more than a hundred years ago.
At the end of the troubled times, I represented the sect and entered the Daqian court. This journey lasted more than a hundred years.
I have no contact with the sect and think everything is normal.
Unexpectedly, Wei Chen went back and saw that the sect had been destroyed a long time ago, and now there are only a few defeated disciples left in Danzhou in the south."
After hearing what he said, the group of female disciples behind him started crying.
"Why are you crying?" Xu Mochen wiped his face. He is an immortal cultivator after all, why is he so weak-minded? "The Mo Alliance doesn't know what's going on."
"The roads in and out are all blocked," Anzheri sniffed, "Those who wanted to contact the outside were killed."
The method was so ruthless, Xu Mochen raised his eyebrows: "Do you know who did it?"
"Wei Chen asked, it's a masked man," An Zerui replied, "The level is not bad, but the supernatural power is a kind of strange fire, which is quite powerful. The master of the sect and the masters of the sect have all fallen because of it."< /p>
Masked man, Xu Mochen's heart moved. He and Tang Derun looked at each other, and they thought of the immortal cultivator who attacked Gu Jinge.
His strange fire, even Xu Mochen's eight-phase soul condensation, couldn't resist it.
It is conceivable that Qiongqing Palace would suffer such a disaster.
"So, there were no orthodox immortal cultivators secretly managing Danzhou in the south more than a hundred years ago?" Xu Mochen came to the conclusion, and based on what he saw and heard today, he understood.
"You can become mountain gods more than a hundred years ago." This question is about Xinghua.
"My little girl's qualifications are relatively late. She became a mountain god more than seventy years ago." Xinghua answered.
"It's obvious," Xu Mochen said with a solemn look, "some other immortal cultivators took advantage of the destruction of Qiongqing Palace to redistribute and control the resources of Danzhou in the south and cut off the news."
Although this place is remote, it can shield the world from all directions. This person's method is extraordinary.
Perhaps, this person did everything.
"Cui Zhu," Xu Mochen ordered, "place Xinghua and the remaining disciples of Qiongqing Palace, and be careful not to let the news out, so as not to cause massacres."
Cuizhu took the order and left with Xinghua and a group of female disciples.
"After they are safe, I will send them away first to my harem. With the blessing of national luck, they should be fine." Xu Mochen then sat down and said, "Tell me what you saw."
Shen Zhining spoke first: "Your Majesty, we walked around the whole city. Most of the people's thoughts were spent on
Worship the gods.
In addition, commerce is very underdeveloped, almost non-existent, and the common people use barter."
In other words, gold and silver do not circulate here.
Xie Jing continued: "I wanted to find some medicinal materials, but when I went there I realized that there weren't many at all.
After asking around, I found that no one has specialized in growing medicinal materials for a long time, not even those who picked them."
"If you get sick because of this, you can get treatment by worshiping the mountain gods, water gods, etc." Zhao Lingbo was also a little helpless and did not need a doctor at all. "The temple blessings will give medicine, and it is said that it is effective after taking it."
This must be the involvement of the cultivators’ magical powers,
Mortal diseases, generally speaking, are trivial to immortal cultivators, and they can solve the problem with a wave of their hands.
In a world where immortal cultivators have fully intervened, mortals here have basically degenerated into animals that eat, drink, and sleep.
"Being so bound to the human race, is there a lot of immortality?" Xu Mochen asked.
"Just like that," Shen Zhining replied, "I originally thought that with such a close relationship, immortality would be found everywhere.
But actually looking at it, it seems that there is no such thing, or even if there is, it has been dealt with in time."
Xu Mochen nodded. If there are too many immortal connections, the number of immortal cultivators will definitely increase. In this way, the demand will be greater and the population of the people will not be enough.
In other words, there is a pair of invisible hands controlling everything.
"The immortals here don't have much evil," Shu Wuyin also joined in. "They are not like those immortal cultivators who harm the human race."
She was a little disappointed that there was no room for activity.
Xu Mochen understood that the immortal cultivators were there to support the human race here, and they were not trying to suck them dry.
"It's just," he sighed, "under such a situation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do anything."
It doesn’t matter if it’s a fairy, big or small, it’s a big deal!
But if the people follow ***, it will be terrible.
After thinking about it, he asked someone to call in the prefect Cheng Renjun.
Cheng Renjun came in and saw a group of people surrounding Xu Mochen, and he was suspicious: "Sir, is there something wrong?"
Xu Mochen got straight to the point and asked: "How many troops can be mobilized in the Prefecture now?"
"My lord," Cheng Renjun smiled bitterly, "I believe that your lord also knows something about Danzhou in the south.
To be honest, the number of troops that can be mobilized is less than a thousand."
In such a large state, the army that can carry out the execution is only a thousand people?
Not enough to fill the gap between teeth.
Cheng Renjun saw that Xu Mochen's face was not good, so he became even more cautious: "I don't know, sir, what do you need me to do?"
Xu Mochen waved his hand, and Tang Derun stepped forward with a map: "We are planning to build a reservoir here. Once successful, we will not have to worry about the Wanquan River drying up and seawater flowing back.
This is something that can be accomplished once and for all. Mr. Cheng, a great opportunity has arrived."
Cheng Renjun knelt down as soon as he heard this. This was not a great opportunity, it was the time to die!