A few dozen miles ahead is the tree-lined forest beyond the mountain.
Qin Yi walked into the forest and looked at the scenery on the left and right, with a bit of amazement in his eyes.
This is a very ordinary pear tree. It is the season for fruiting. The pears on the tree are bright yellow and look very attractive. However, if you look closely, you will find that these pears are all very strange.
Some are inexplicably slanted, and some simply grow upside down. The shapes of pears are also all kinds of weird and crooked, with no sense of regularity at all. You can see some that grow into an S shape, and some that grow into a B shape. I don’t know.
Is this a pear or an artificial cookie? People with obsessive-compulsive disorder will feel extremely uncomfortable when they come here.
Qin Yi casually picked a butt-shaped pear that looked a little more pleasing to the eye. He reached into his consciousness and sensed it. It was indeed an ordinary pear. It had no aura or toxins and had everything that ordinary pears should have.
Qin Yi took a bite. The wild pear was sour and astringent, nothing special.
He shook his head, ate the pear and continued walking forward.
The rules are so strange. If they are completely disordered, pears should not taste like pears. They may be bitter or salty, but they still taste like pears in their perception. Even the medicinal properties of pears that can be used as medicine are exactly the same.
Perhaps as Liusu said, what it looks like is just superficial knowledge. The essence is a pear, which is the core element.
As long as we grasp the essence, there is not much difference between this place and China. After all, this is still in this world, and it is a region under the same rules of heaven. It is just a local distortion due to certain circumstances, and it is not like going to a place with completely different rules.
Alien world.
It still depends on the character. How the character thinks is the key point of this trip.
Qin Yi really hopes to meet other people before visiting Taihuang Jun and get a general feel for the local customs, but he doesn't want to feel uncomfortable walking hundreds of miles in the middle of nowhere...
This is very possible. If it were in China, around the mountain range where the Huiyang monks were located, there would be either a sect or a place where scattered cultivators lived in seclusion. There might really be no other human traces.
As a result, when Qin Yi walked through the forest and reached the mountains ahead, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
There is an obvious road between the two mountains, and at the end of the road is a city!
There is actually a city here!
From a distance, you can still see monks flying in and out of the city at every turn...a city where monks live together?
Qin Yi tentatively approached. Someone passed by him and ignored him as a "foreigner." When he arrived at the city gate, there was no one guarding the gate at all. The so-called city gate was not a regular door opening. The bricks and stones were piled up into a
The shape of a smiling face, with its big mouth opening to reveal the door, is a bit scary, but also a bit funny.
Qin Yi entered the city gate with a lot of ellipsis.
When I first walked in, I felt that there were many ordinary people around, the kind who had no cultivation at all, setting up stalls and selling vegetables, and others were cooking, and the smell of the food was vaguely wafting.
In this urban atmosphere that seemed like ordinary people's life, a monk who was about the late stage of Qin Xin sat on a duck magic weapon and flew slowly through the vegetable market.
The vegetable seller was still scolding: "You're pretending to be a motherfucker! It's amazing how you can fly!"
The monk casually grabbed a bird from the sky, folded its wings and threw it to the aunt. He also took a piece of cabbage from her stall, ate it raw and flew away, saying leisurely: "It can't do it either."
Flying, are you satisfied?"
The aunt put away the bird and shouted loudly: "The bird caught by the immortal, ten taels of silver! If you want to take it back and walk by with the immortal spirit, don't miss it! Maybe you will get spiritual roots after eating it!"
A passerby nearby spat: "Who am I to blame? It's possible to cut off his own bird and eat it."
Qin Yi: "..."
Turning around, I saw a sign flashing at the city gate, and the majestic magic power was breathtaking.
The mana is bright, the handwriting of the notice pops out one by one and becomes larger, and the silver hooks and iron paintings bring out a bit of ferocity.
"There are only two rules in this city: First, it is an iron rule. Monks are not allowed to bully mortals. If all the mortals die, the monks will become extinct. You group of idiots should take it easy! Second, it is also an iron rule. Monks are not allowed to fight in any form in the city. For the reason, see Chapter
One piece!"
It is a disorderly place, but there are two "iron laws"... It is said that it is disorderly, but in fact it is orderly. But if it is said to be orderly, there seems to be no restrictions beyond these two, and there is no way to talk about it.
In what order?
No, there are still basic social rules, such as transactions, and at least there is silver currency among mortals.
Qin Yi walked slowly along the way and saw a brothel not far away.
It was late in the evening, and the brothel was already bustling with activity. When I passed by the gate and looked in, I saw the atmosphere of flowers and wine in the flower hall.
What left Qin Yi speechless the most was that he noticed that there were one or two brothel girls among them who were practicing cultivation.
It's just a very low-level one, a bit closer to being forcibly enlightened through initiation, and it can't reach a higher level of practice. It's probably a way to attract customers, which is different from the way the prostitutes of Wandao Immortal Palace use it as a way to practice. But this solicitation
The guest approach was really useful. Qin Yi saw that the table was full of monks drinking flower wine.
If it were a traditional immortal way, a monk who drank flower wine would still be an immortal... But after being exposed to it in Wandao Immortal Palace, Qin Yi was much calmer about this.
The meaning here is different from that of Immortal Palace. It probably means that you can practice whatever you want...
This kind of place where immortals and mortals live together is really interesting.
Going further, he saw a "Wanbao Pavilion", which was full of light and had a fairy spirit. There were no mortals coming and going in front of the door. They were all practitioners who were coming in and out. Qin Yi's heart moved slightly, this was probably the Dharma.
You can go in and take a look at the utensil store.
The first counter on the left after entering the door is a Kung Fu cabinet, which is full of paper books. One of them has a store label at the bottom: "Our best seller". Take a closer look: the title of the book is "Can Practice Practice Even with Wasted Spiritual Roots".
What are the others: "A Preliminary Exploration into Immortal Cultivation", "I Want to Know Do You Have Spiritual Roots", "Testing Your Comprehension"...
"What the hell are these, sold to mortals?" Qin Yi wiped cold sweat, why is this place so cute? Is it really a "place you can't come to no matter what"?
"Of course it's for sale to mortals." A waiter hurriedly ran over from another counter. Seeing that Qin Yi seemed to be practicing cultivation, he said: "Sir, are you from out of town? You should go into the inner room, where you are.
Something you want.”
"Let's take a look outside first. It's quite interesting." Qin Yi asked: "Are all mortals participating in cultivation here?"
"If you want to cultivate, just cultivate. Whether you can cultivate well depends on your talent."
"Don't you worship the sect?"
"Zong?" The waiter hesitated for a moment: "Zongs are all demon sects. Those who want to go can go, but those who don't want to can't go."
"Are all sects demon sects?"
"As for the demon sect, speaking with fists is the only rule. How about something else? How can we start a sect here with the right path of following the rules? Isn't it a good idea to go to the north?" The waiter suddenly realized: "Sir, are you from the north?"
Qin Yi simply asked: "Then what are the rules between you and your boss? You work for him and he pays you a salary. Isn't that a rule?"
"So we are mortals. Isn't the purpose of practicing to no longer suffer from this bird's aura? If I want to practice, will I be like this?" The waiter looked at Qin Yi with contempt: "You are a monk, and you still ask this, I
It seems that your achievements are limited."
Qin Yi was dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that it made so much sense. Isn't the purpose of spiritual practice to break free from the cage and be free and carefree?
He thought for a moment and then asked: "Don't monks also have to abide by this law?"
"The higher the practice, the less you need to abide by. What people pursue in practice is the day when iron laws can be established." The waiter's eyes became more contemptuous: "Sir, you go to the elementary school and retake it. Your life is in vain. It's really