Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 783

[Chapter 781 Land]

It was night.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and crows are crying in the sky.

“Another life of vicissitudes…”

Fang Xi raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, knowing that the world had changed.

This place is no longer the land of seven days and nine months in the earthly immortal world, but a small world under the jurisdiction of the middle thousand worlds!
He was dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a half-square gray-black inkstone in his hand, ready to return immediately if anything went wrong.

“After all, it is the lower realm… maybe there will be some power from the realm to suppress it, or even force it to ascend?”

But at this time, Fang Xi didn’t feel much interface pressure.

All I could hear was the clear spring flowing slowly in the mountain stream, the sound like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Occasionally, the chirping of insects and birds brings the charm of the mountains.

“Five Elements Spell…”

He made a hand gesture with one hand, and a flame flickered stubbornly on his palm for a few times, but eventually went out.

“It’s not that it can’t be used, but it seems that some modifications need to be made…”

“For cultivators below the Return to Void level, this world is not very friendly.”

Fang Xi released his spiritual consciousness and felt the difference of this world.

In the three thousand small worlds under the jurisdiction of the Earthly Immortal Realm, the Five Elements magic is universally used in all realms without any hindrance, and their sources can all be found in the Earthly Immortal Realm, which can be said to be different paths leading to the same destination.

But although this small world seems to be very similar to those small worlds, Fang Xi is sure that if cultivators who are practicing Qi Refining and Foundation Building are allowed to come here, they may lose most of their magic power and become “mortals” with nothing.

When it comes to the Jindan and Yuanying stages, it will be slightly better. After all, the physique of the cultivator that has been tempered by spiritual energy is not weak.

But for the Divine Transformation cultivators, it is even more of a pitfall!
“The spiritual power of this world seems difficult to mobilize…”

“Fortunately, after returning to the void, it is not the spiritual power of heaven and earth that is being drawn, but the vitality of heaven and earth!”

As soon as Fang Xi had a thought, a dark cloud covered the moon, a strong wind blew, and a light rain began to fall.

Call the wind and summon the rain!

For a Return to Void cultivator who controlled the energy of heaven and earth, this was nothing. After all, he was already in the late Return to Void stage…

There seems to be an indescribable vitality mixed in with the rain.

On the piece of yellow earth where he was standing, countless weeds grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye they became as tall as the waist.

Unknown flowers are in full bloom, showing a sense of competition for beauty.

When a cultivator reaches a high level, any skill he displays is like a miracle!
Suddenly, Fang Xi seemed to sense something and made a hand gesture.

A layer of black mist flashed by and his figure disappeared.

A moment later.

A yellowish light flashed above the ground, and a small figure emerged from the ground.

He has fluttering white beard, holds a peach wood stick, is dressed like a wealthy man, and has a forehead shaped like a longevity peach.

At this moment, he was looking around with a look of doubt on his face: “Spiritual rain? Which dragon king is passing by… Alas, such a great god is not something that a mere humble land of good fortune can look up to…”

This old man was only the size of a palm. He cast a spell, collected several seeds and fruits full of spiritual energy, and then disappeared in a flash of light.

From beginning to end, he didn’t notice that Fang Xi was staring at him with interest.

“What is this… a spirit?”

Of course Fang Xi didn’t understand what the other person said, but he had already remembered it clearly.

As long as you learn the local language, you will clearly understand what this little monster is saying.

“A spirit who is naturally proficient in earth escape techniques… No, this is not a fluctuation of mana… but another kind of power system?”

Fang Xi took a step forward, as if shrinking the distance into an inch, and followed behind the little monster.

Although the opponent’s earth escape technique seemed like a natural instinct, how could he possibly escape his sight?

Before long, a mountain village appeared in Fang Xi’s eyes.

Outside the mountain village, there is a river like a jade belt, flowing slowly around the village.

It was late at night, and among the hundreds of households, there was complete silence except for the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking.

The little monster came to the entrance of the village and hid in a low temple.

The temple is square and built to be very compact, not even as big as a dog kennel.

In front of the temple, there is a clay incense burner, which is already half broken, with several offering plates placed next to it.

Fang Xi was stunned when he saw this scene. “So it’s not a burrowing elf, but… the God of Land?”

Although there were no such things as ghosts, gods or earthly deities in the world of cultivating immortals, he had heard many such legends in his first life.

“It seems that what happened before was not the fluctuation of mana, but… divine power? The gods of the East? I don’t know if there is a Western pantheon or something like that. It’s really interesting…”

An interested smile appeared on Fang Xi’s lips.

…

Baigan Village.

Most of the villagers here have the surname Bai or Gan. The chickens and dogs in the village can be heard, and there are houses stretching out in a row.

Gan Yu carried a bundle of firewood and pushed open the fence of his house.

Under the thatched cottage, the old mother smiled and said, “Yu’er is back, the porridge is ready…”

“Has mother eaten yet?”

Gan Yu put down the firewood, scooped up a ladle of water with a gourd ladle, and gulped it down, trying to suppress the hunger in his heart.

But I drank too much water, so my stomach felt a little shaky when I walked, which was very uncomfortable.

“I’ve already eaten.”

Ganyu’s mother sat in front of the steps, trying to mend her clothes by the light of day.

Although she was a woman under 40 years old, she already had a hunched back, her temples were gray, and her clothes were covered with patches.

When Gan Yu walked into the room, he saw half a bowl of porridge in the ceramic bowl on the wooden table, mixed with some cassava roots that had condensed into lumps.

When he saw this scene, his eyes turned red, knowing that his old mother only drank a little porridge and soup, leaving all the dry goods for him.

He quickly said, “I’m not hungry. I’ve already picked some fruits on the way…”

“Where are the wild fruits at this time of year? My son has to study for the exam after working in the fields. If he passes the exam and becomes a Taoist priest, he will be half an official, and I will be able to enjoy a good life…”

Gan Yu’s mother kept giving instructions in a nagging manner, and her demeanor was not that of an ordinary peasant woman.

The Gan family had ancestors who were virtuous and once had a county magistrate. However, he was later involved in a major case and was stripped of his Taoist status. However, there were quite a few Taoist scriptures passed down in the family.

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Gan Yu’s branch once supported a scholar who almost passed the imperial examination!

Unfortunately, he was too frail and died suddenly of illness in the examination room, so this branch was defeated.

Now Gan’s mother is always thinking about Gan Yu, hoping that he can inherit his father’s will and pass the examination to become a Taoist child!

Gan Yu wiped her tears, didn’t eat the porridge, and just worked.

After finishing his work, he went to the inner room, took out a Taoist scripture from the coarse cloth package, and read it carefully.

Although this Taoist scripture is very old, its successive owners were all book lovers and have preserved it quite intact.

While reading, Gan Yu’s thoughts fell into the lake of his heart like raindrops.

The Daoting government examined people by using their Daojing (Taoist classics).

The first is the county examination. Those who pass the examination are called “Tongsheng”, and some are called “Daotong”. They are half-Taoists and have half official status. No one in the countryside dares to bully them.

After passing the examination to become a Taoist child, one can go to take the provincial examination. If one passes the provincial examination again, he will be called a “jucai”, which means selecting talents for the “Daoting”.

After the selection of talents, they are called “Jinshi”. There is an examination every three years in the capital. Those who pass the examination are called “Jinshi”, which means “a scholar who enters the Dao”!
After taking this step, they are truly included in the Dao. They can be sent out as officials or work in the Dao court. They will be very successful in the future and have a bright future.

However, the “Tao Te Ching” is a very voluminous book with a total of thirty-six volumes, and each volume contains profound meanings. Even if a scholar spends his whole life studying it, he may not be able to fully understand it.

How difficult is it to pass the boy’s test?
“The Dao Sutra has thirty-six volumes, but my family only has six volumes…”

Gan Yu secretly thought: “Although the boy’s test is the easiest, you must be proficient in reciting the Dao Sutra to have a chance of passing…”

In fact, his family only had one volume of “Taoist Scriptures”, and they relied on borrowing and copying from each other in the village to barely put together six volumes.

But the remaining thirty volumes were secret books passed down by various families. It would be impossible to collect them all unless one went to a private school in the county or borrowed them from a wealthy family.

After all, the thirty-six volumes of “Tao Te Ching” are the only stepping stone to advancement in this world!

On the road to success, the fewer competitors the better.

If ordinary poor children want to study and make progress, they must first face this natural chasm.

Gan Yu sighed and walked out of the house, only to see his old mother had already stuffed a basket full of eggs in it. “My son… a new Mr. Fang has moved into the village. He seems to be a scholar and has a box of books. You can go and visit him…”

“Mother……”

Gan Yu didn’t expect that his old mother had been thinking about this all along. He was deeply moved and felt that the basket in his hand weighed almost a thousand pounds.

This basket of eggs is half of the family’s wealth.

But at this moment, he said in a serious tone: “Yes, I will go right away…”

“Wait, there’s no rush, let’s eat the porridge first…”

…

Gan Yu carried a bamboo basket covered with indigo coarse cloth and walked along the bluestone road in the village.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at a house.

This house is located in the corner of the village. It is very quiet and peaceful. There is a fence around the courtyard, but there is no chicken. Instead, there is a peach tree.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a green shirt was reading a book under the peach tree.

“Gan Yu, meet Mr. Fang…”

Gan Yu bowed and thought of the rumors about Mr. Fang.

Mr. Fang was a teacher who loved reading by nature. He failed the examinations many times and was later invited by the Bai family to be a teacher, specializing in teaching several children to read.

Although there were several families with the surname Bai in the village, the only one who could afford to hire a teacher was naturally the largest landlord with the surname Bai.

It is said that when this gentleman came, he brought a whole box of books with him, and it was obvious that he was a man of great learning.

Little did they know…

At that time, Fang Xi had just learned to speak and then began to recognize words…

“It turns out to be Ayu…”

Fang Xi put down the book in his hand and smiled: “Since you are here, why be so polite?”

When he first came to your place, he didn’t want to cause any bloodshed, so he simply went out to collect some local books, and then came to the small village where the land god lived, and found an excuse to live there.

The old man of the Bai family only saw him once on the roadside, and was immediately struck by his little magic of bewitching. He hired him as a teacher and even took the trouble to arrange a residence for him.

(End of this chapter)