When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

The excitement of the temple fair seemed to melt the ice and snow.

It is completely opposite to the temple fair in the west of the city.

The Hemu Temple in the north of the city has only been half-built. Only a foundation has been dug, and materials such as bricks, tiles, and stones are still stacked aside.

Today, the Hemu Temple in the west of the city held a temple fair. The officials allowed the workers to take a day off to attend the temple fair in the west of the city and contribute some incense.

The workers were naturally overjoyed and thanked the officials repeatedly.

There were only a few soldiers left in the entire construction site. In the thatched houses built outside the construction site, they lit bonfires and sat around each other, guessing wine and fist-fighting.

Occasionally, a soldier would poke his head out. When he saw a sidewalk passing by, he would yell at him and tell him to leave quickly.

A soldier lost a game of guessing and was given a glass of wine as a penalty. After drinking it, he gritted his teeth and said a few happy words.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards the construction site.

He quickly poked his head out and saw a man in white. Just when he was about to scold him, he suddenly met his eyes.

There was a flash of blue light.

Trance.

…

The construction site of Hemu Temple in the north of the city.

Li Changxiao looked around.

A little, the eyes stay somewhere.

Where his eyes met, there was a middle-aged man digging something in the ground.

The middle-aged man quickly noticed Li Changxiao.

He slowly stood up and said in a calm voice: "Brother, this is a heavy construction area. It's better to leave quickly. Otherwise, if the people above see it, you will get a few boards at the least, or go to jail at the worst."

Li Changxiao shook his head, "It's useless."

The middle-aged man was stunned.

Didn't keep up with the other party's brain circuit.

Li Changxiao leaned on a wooden stake, pointed at the soft soil at the man's feet, and said, "It's useless."

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Li Changxiao again, "What do you know?"

Li Changxiao shook his head and said, "Incense is useless to you."

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly and he sneered: "Haha, it turns out that you are also a practitioner."

Li Changxiao nodded, "Fu Ren, listen to my advice and don't touch this incense."

"A piece of incense is not something that you, a foundation-building monk, can afford."

"Not to mention, what you are doing is stealing incense. The source of the incense is incorrect. The stolen incense will not only not increase your life span, but also become a life-saving talisman!"

Li Changxiao's expression gradually became serious.

He saw it all.

This man named Fu Ren did not participate in building the Hemu Temple to reduce taxes and grain for the coming year.

But because he once followed the example of the river mother, secretly burying himself under the river mother's golden body.

Thinking about it, I always have some soup to drink, right?

The expression of the man named Fu Ren changed again and again.

He couldn't tell whether the man in front of him was telling the truth or not.

"Haha, assuming that's the case, you have no grudges against me, why would you remind me?" Fu Ren said coldly.

Li Changxiao did not answer, but asked instead: "Do you think you are the only one who can guess that this golden body of river mother is actually a way to extend life that a certain practitioner is looking for?"

"You are only in the foundation building stage, and you can see through things. Can the monk hidden in Dragon City not see through this?"

"Then why didn't they secretly bury their golden bodies and steal incense like you?"

Li Changxiao took a sip of turbid wine and said meaningfully.

As soon as these words came out.

Fu Ren's pupils shrank sharply.

Seeing this, Li Changxiao's figure faded away.

Fu Ren looked at the place where the other party disappeared, his face became more ferocious than ever before.

I thought I saw some hope.

Unexpectedly...

So again!

He punched the ground with his fist, feeling powerless as never before.

He was originally a genius, the secret genius of Baiyou Dynasty. Baiyou Dynasty once issued an order. When he is here, Baiyou is here.

When he was born, a vision was triggered in the heaven and earth, and thousands of years of black ice fell from the sky, sealing him in it.

A full seven hundred years.

It took him seven hundred years to break out of the ice, officially be born, and start the path of cultivation. Relying on that breath of ten thousand years of mysterious ice energy and the bones that had been nourished for seven hundred years, he went straight up.

Talent is no worse than the stars in the sky.

pity…

God failed him.

Soon after the foundation was established, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dried up.

He was unwilling, angry, helpless... and finally turned into silence.

Fu Ren dug up the soil and took out the two-inch golden figure inside.

"well."

He sighed heavily, turned around and left the construction site.

…

The second day.

Fu Ren turned down this job on the grounds that he was seriously ill, and it seemed like a fat job to others.

Li Changxiao nodded, this kid still listened to the advice.

"What can a drop of your hard work be exchanged for..."

Li Changxiao sat by the window, looking at the snow, murmuring.

Today, Long Laixiang's business is a little quieter again.

It was precisely because of this that Li Changxiao had time to sit by the window in a daze.

"A drop of my heart's blood..."

"A book of Baiyoushu..."

Li Changxiao's slender white fingers were scribbling on the window edge.

He lowered his head and glanced at the "Fu Tao Flute" hanging on his waist, his thoughts wandering.

perhaps……

It would be more appropriate to give this flute to Fu Ren.

The days have returned to normal.

Because there are masterminds behind the scenes, the business of Tiger Lai Xiang is getting better and better.

In contrast, Longlaixiang's business became increasingly miserable. Li Changxiao often saw Yang Xiuhua wiping tears behind her back.

However, as soon as Li Changxiao approached, Yang Xiuhua immediately glared at him and yelled at him to hurry up and work.

It was rumored that the Hemu Temple was dedicated to ensuring the safety of water transportation. Many merchants would burn a few incense sticks before going out.

The Spring Festival was getting closer.

The city was getting busier.

There were more and more refugees in the city, gathering at the door of the prefect, praying for a way out.

Huang Tingsheng, the prefect of Longcheng, was a good official. Every morning and evening, his subordinates would cook a big pot of clear grain porridge outside the mansion.

The refugees had food and gradually settled down.

However, it didn't last long, and Huang Tingsheng didn't have much food left.

So he invited the famous big families in the city one by one and asked them to hand over part of their money and grain.

Those big families were of the same origin, so they naturally refused to do such a loss, and they laughed at each other and tried to fool them.

It was delayed again and again.

Gradually, the refugees became restless again...

Although Li Changxiao rarely left Longlaixiang Canteen. But everything that happened in Longcheng did not escape his eyes.

Every night, the dreams of countless creatures were all read by him.

Prince Li Tianlei came to Longcheng, although he was to assist Si Nian, in fact, he also had his own little calculations.

On the one hand, he pursued Si Nian, and attached great importance to the incense, and often went to ask.

On the other hand, he quietly supported his confidants in Longcheng.

Li Changxiao saw big and small desires.

Perhaps life will disappear with spiritual energy, but greed will not.

Fu Ren is not alone in Longcheng.

In fact, he has thirteen friends whose cultivation is almost the same as his. In the era of the withering of all things, they hold each other together for warmth.