Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

"Have you been there?" Bai Bing asked.

"Been there."

"Can we talk?" Bai Bing thought, and took out some spirit stones, but the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and refused.

"Went but didn't go again."

The middle-aged man said, "I wanted to see that tall man, but after I went there, I suddenly figured it out, so I turned back.

By the way, young man, what's your name? If you want to hear, I will talk to you. "

"My name is Bai Bing." Bai Bing nodded, "Say it."

The middle-aged man sighed, "I am from Beiyuan, and I used to be the suzerain of a sect.

My family is full of wives and children. Although the sect is small, it is well-off. I usually accept a few disciples to teach some Taoism.

Unexpectedly, the world is impermanent, my unfilial disciple cheated my little girl away, but she always abandoned her in chaos, and when I found out, she had died of depression.

I went to look for that evil animal, but I didn't expect that this son had some background, which caused my sect to be excluded.

I used to have great ambitions to make the sect bigger and stronger, and settled in Zhongzhou, but now I am past middle age, and my ambitions are hard to pay off.

I heard that my Taoist partner has also found a new love, and it's only me. Oh, let's not talk about it.

My qualifications are mediocre, my youth is gone, my opportunities are ruined, and my future is hopeless. I once had the intention of giving up. Someone told me that I can come here to get enlightenment and solve problems. "

As he spoke, his eyes turned red and he wiped away his tears, "Young man, you are still young, I would like to advise you that choosing in life is more important than working hard.

But don't be like me, because of a mistake, you missed your life. "

You are starting a business and your wife is separated. Bai Bing has some sympathy, although it has nothing to do with me.

"I can feel the hardships of Fellow Daoists, but I just want to ask what it's like there."

He took out the spirit stone and magic weapon, "I have important things to do, fellow Taoist, I can give you some as a gift."

"Didn't I tickle the sense of anticipation?" The middle-aged man smacked his lips, "I said it directly, do you still have the heart to listen to my complaints?"

"I'm depressed, and no one has told me about it for so many years. They will only ignore or even laugh at it. I feel uncomfortable."

Bai Bing wanted to complain, but held back after hearing this, and said, "So why did you figure it out?"

The middle-aged man said, "Because I have seen a lot of dead people, if I want to see the Dao and the master, I have to go through a lot of mental training, but most people can't stand it and get lost in illusions.

I didn't think I would be the lucky one. I thought it was important to be alive, so I came back directly. "

Dare to love because he is afraid of death Bai Bing said: "Thank you for your guidance, see you again, fellow Taoist."

"Goodbye."

The two went in opposite directions.

Bai Bing walked forward, and slowly saw a small town in the mountains, where most of the ordinary people and low-level practitioners live by hunting and farming. It is not surprising to see a traveler like him.

After taking notes, he inquired about the whereabouts of the Daotang and the expert.

He wants to see what kind of moth this "Nanxuan" is.

At the same time, he also met more travelers. Most of them came here to solve their worries and problems, and a few of them had mental obstacles in cultivation, but they had nowhere to go. They came here to seek guidance.

As for the evil cultivator that Zhao Yang said came to solve the "spiritual pollution", he didn't see it.

And there didn't seem to be anything unusual here, it was very peaceful, and he could also contact Li Qingsi, but he didn't say that he had arrived here.

There is no danger, no weirdness, and there are not even many ascetics.

He saw pedestrians coming and going, some newcomers and some leaving, and he never heard of anyone who couldn't get out.

He wondered if he came to the wrong place, or they were all lying to him, or they fell into some illusion again.

[The Worm of Time has been backtracked. Restored]

He was just at the head of a village, and after finishing writing what he saw here, he suddenly saw some fonts appearing in the system.

He frowned slowly, not knowing what happened.

Suddenly, he noticed that the behavior of the occasional passers-by on the road was slow, their eyes were confused, and they all walked back, which is the direction of Happy Town.

The originally cheerful faces of these passers-by suddenly became gloomy and anxious.

"It always felt like something was wrong."

Bai Bing frowned, and followed to investigate.

Soon, he unexpectedly met the middle-aged man from before.

He had a sad face, gray hair, and a look of frustration, but it was really a fucking goodbye.

The middle-aged man also saw him, and was taken aback for a moment, "Young man, what are you looking at me for?"

Bai Bing said: "Why are you back?"

"What do you mean come back again?"

The middle-aged man stared at Bai Bing for a while, pleasing to the eye, "Not bad, not bad, the young man has the heroic appearance I had back then. When I see you, I think of my daughter. By the way, what's your name?"

Bai Bing:? ? ?

Do you have amnesia? He said, "My name is Bai Bing."

"Bai Bing, what a good name." The middle-aged man sighed: "You are so young, what can't solve the suffering, you want to come to this place?

People who have been here can advise you, choice is greater than hard work, but don’t be like me, a wrong choice will waste your life

Young man, would you like to hear about my experience? "

Bai Bing stared at him for a while, "Although your sect is ruined and your wife and children are separated, you can find another wife, regenerate your child, and re-elect your apprentice. There is no such thing as that."

The middle-aged man was shocked, "Are you a fortune teller?"

Bai Bing had some guesses in his heart, "That's right, I guess you are depressed and need to talk about it?"

"The master's calculation is really accurate." The middle-aged man cupped his hands and bowed, "It seems that the master has been waiting for me for a long time. I am indeed depressed and have a death wish, and I haven't found anyone to talk to for a long time."

He looked up at the sky and said with emotion: "I come from Beiyuan, and I used to be the master of a sect."

Bai Bing was expressionless and witnessed the essence of human beings.

After listening, the middle-aged man said: "It's been a long time since I talked to anyone. I talked to others. They just looked impatient. What's more, I used it as a conversation piece after tea and dinner.

I am in a state of confusion, master, listen to me, can you give me some words? "

Bai Bing said, "Guess why I came here?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "I realized that the master is also confused. I feel that my heart is more balanced. How about we walk together?"

"good."

...

The two traveled for more than ten miles, passed through several mountain villages, and came to the legendary happy town.

Here are rows of residential houses, most of the residents are prey, and occasionally ascetics can be seen, with weak spiritual power permeating their bodies.

From a distance, one could see a blue-gray stone tablet standing on the ground like a huge sword hilt.

It felt familiar to him.

Walking in, he saw a circle surrounded by stone walls, with a thorn fence on top to prevent wild animals from entering.

Inside the stone wall, there is a large open space, where many monks are sitting on the ground, as if they are retreating.

In the center of the open space is the stele.

Along the foot to the top, he saw some runes on the stele, which were white.

If it is blood red, it may be even more terrifying, Bai Bingxin said.

It is the ancestral stele of the Suzaku clan.

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