Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 599: The Classic of Filial Piety

The main hall in the center of the lake.

Lu Tong stood in front of the table, with a three-foot scroll placed on the table.

"Is this a fairy book without words?"

In the painting, a piece of paper floats in the air, emitting billions of rays of light, each beam of light hiding a string of characters.

Madam Ninth stood nearby and said: "The Baili family's collection should be right."

He raised his dragon claw and stroked it across the painting.

"Who do you think has a greater chance, me or Ding Chu?"

Madam Ninth hesitated for a moment, glanced at Lu Tong, and was about to speak.

"Hey."

Lu Tong sighed and said: "Forget it, the personnel have been exhausted, and the rest is left to fate."

Originally, Ding Chu’s chances were slim.

However, after the establishment of the Guoshang, Ding Chu fell silent for half a year and revised the tax law. "The stick tax is detailed, clear, strict and complicated."

Grain tax, commercial tax, profit tax, local tax, road tax, vehicle and horse tax...

Since the promulgation of the tax law, families have suffered setbacks step by step and have to resort to means to avoid tax items.

Ding Chu led people to keep a close watch on him.

The two sides were fighting non-stop.

During the battle, the Zhangguo Chamber of Commerce began to advance by leaps and bounds, just like the new country, with a new look every day.

"Madam, Panguo sent an invitation."

"Bring it here."

Mrs. Ninth took the invitation, opened it, put it directly on the table, and said: "This is for you, please go to Pan Country for a while."

Lu Tong glanced at it, a little surprised, and said: "Juehe, the person who wrote "The Classic of Filial Piety?"

"Yeah."

"What does she want from me?"

Mrs. Ninth glanced at the signature on the invitation, looked a little unhappy, and said, "God knows, but anyone who can write something like that must have evil intentions."

"Not necessarily."

……

The next day, Panguo.

Lu Tong and Mrs. Jiu crossed the national border and boarded the open chariot prepared by Panguo.

The chariot headed north.

After walking not far away, Madam Ninth sniffed a few times, frowned slightly and said, "What does it smell like?"

"Earthy smell."

Lu Tong looked very calm.

He smelled this weird smell before he entered the country of Pan and was still in the north of the city.

There is an earthy smell, but in addition to the earthy smell, there is also corpse odor, decay, and evil spirits...

This is the smell of zombies.

The first time I smelled this smell was when I was at Yangshan Shenxu. Master Geng’s third disciple practiced the corpse refining method.

"It smells really bad."

Mrs. Ninth took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose. Then she turned to Lu Tong, took out a sachet and hung it on the sharp corner.

Manzhong Mountain.

In the early days, it was a cemetery. After the cemetery filled up the hilltop, it began to be filled with poisonous miasma. Later, it became a prison for the Yiyi Sect to imprison evil cultivators and important criminals. Now it has become the capital of the Pan Kingdom——

Ten Thousand Zombies City.

At the gate of the city, a chariot was parked on the roadside, with a tall and thin man in white standing on the chariot.

"Weishan, Juehe, I have met fellow Taoist Lu."

The man in white bowed his hands in salute.

Lu Tong's expression moved slightly.

Juehe is one of the thirty-six flying generals of Guanghong Kingdom, and Weishan is one of the three thousand mountains in the land of ancient immortals.

In the introduction, I mentioned the mountain instead of the country. It seems that this meeting is a private gathering.

"Qi Qi Sect Lu Tong, I have met fellow Taoist Juehe."

"Please."

The two chariots drove into Wanzhang City together.

Madame Ninth looked at Juehe back and forth. After looking at him for a few breaths, she said through a message: "He doesn't look like the sinister person who wrote the "Book of Filial Piety."

“You can’t judge a person by his appearance.”

Lu Tong glanced to the side.

Juehe's aura is pure, his expression is peaceful, and he looks a little out of this world.

Not long after walking, I passed by a simple teahouse, where a group of people gathered around and were listening to a man in black robes talking.

The voice was loud and impactful, resounding inside and outside the teahouse:

"...It's an old problem again, it's all mentioned in the "Book of Filial Piety."

"What is filial piety?"

"Being filial while you are alive is not true filial piety. Who wouldn't be able to give you good food and nice words? No matter how well you take care of him, it will only take a few decades in total!"

"Continuing to be filial after death is true filial piety!"

"If you raise a living corpse or make a zombie, your soul may be gone, but your body can be passed down for thousands of years. This is the true filial son and virtuous grandson!"

"You don't practice?"

"If you don't practice, in a few hundred years, dozens of generations will be reunited, and your family will be left alone. What is this called? This is called forgetting one's ancestors and being exterminated!"

"Man, once you dare to forget your ancestors..."

The chariot drove away, and Madam Ninth frowned.

Not long after walking, we came to another intersection.

A group of people also gathered around, including men and women, old and young, all listening to the man in black robe with blank expressions:

"...Filial piety is not enough, but money is not enough!"

"Where are we? City of Ten Thousand Zombies! Zombies are the first class, and dead people are the lowest class! You ask, who wants to be stepped on by others?"

"The king has already given an order. If you don't have money, you can go to the eight zombie kings and submit your names in exchange for materials. After you turn them into zombies, we can serve the country together with the army when they go on an expedition."

"This thing kills two birds with one stone! As the younger generation, you have fulfilled your filial piety by devoting your body to the body. Even though the old man is gone, you can still make meritorious service in the army and continue to contribute to your family!"

Lu Tong narrowed his eyes.

Mrs. Ninth glared at Jue He without any concealment, leaned next to Lu Tong, and raised her hand to hold a dragon's arm.

He was still a human being, and his words could be understood, but everything seemed like a completely different world, which gave her a chill in her heart.

We walked for a while and passed through a rare place with warm sunshine.

Several old men chatted around a man in black robes.

Although the sound is small, it reaches everyone’s ears very clearly:

"Brother, what do you want to do with your life? It's not all for your children. I would say that turning into a zombie is a great thing, so that you can take care of them for a lifetime."

"It is said in "The Classic of Filial Piety", 'If the superior treats someone unkindly and reprimands them with filial piety, the subordinates will be uneasy. Uneasy will lead to separation of heart, and separation of heart will lead to rebellion. This is a great omen'!"

"What does this mean?"

"That is to say, as parents, if we don't consider our children and grandchildren, the children and grandchildren will feel wronged, the whole family will be separated, and the family will soon die!"

"Some things should be decided by ourselves..."

The chariot gradually moved away, and mansions began to appear in front of it.

Madame Ninth pursed her lips, but finally couldn't hold it back and said: "Under the blue sky and white sun, how dare you confuse Yin and Yang like this. Today I have gained some knowledge and I have seen what the real evil is."

She has been the city lord for nearly a hundred years. Although she does not love the people, she will never fool them.

Juehe, "The Origin of the Classic of Filial Piety."

Madam Ninth is completely disgusted with Juehe.

Juehe glanced at Madam Ninth and ignored her.

"Huh."

Lu Tong took out a breath and suddenly asked: "Is it useful?"

Jue He was a little confused.

Lu Tong turned around and said, "Writing a "Book of Filial Piety" and asking someone to recite a few sentences can really reverse the situation?"

Jue He looked very peaceful.

“It’s useless now, but it will be of great use in ten or twenty years.”

Lu Tong thought for a moment, sighed in his heart, and did not ask again.

Ninth Lady said: "It takes twenty years to deceive people's minds and say what is wrong is right?"

Juehe glanced at Lu Tong, pondered for a moment, then looked at Madam Ninth and asked, "What do fellow Taoists think is the human heart?"

"The human heart has eyes and can see clearly what is right and what is wrong."

"Wrong."

Juehe shook his head and said slowly: "The human heart is like water. It is rain in the sky, rivers on the ground, dew in the morning, and clouds in the evening. The human heart has no nature. Right and wrong, right and wrong are all determined by external factors. ”

Madam Ninth looked stunned.

She was venting her dissatisfaction, but Juehe actually said something great, and she didn't know how to respond for a while.

Lu Tong patted Madam Ninth on the shoulder and turned to look at Juehe.

"Fellow Taoist Juehe."

Juehe nodded slightly.

Lu Tongtong: "Waters include rain, rivers, dew, and clouds, and people are divided into good, evil, righteous, and evil. If a person does not distinguish between good and evil, does not talk about good and evil, and does not understand benevolence and filial piety, what kind of person should he be called? ”

The two looked at each other.

After a while, Juehe said: "The people Panguo needs."

Lu Tongtong shrank and slowly closed his eyes.

Jue He’s methods are very cruel.

He and Ding Chu’s method is just to manage people. Juehe's method starts from the human heart, erasing good and evil, right and wrong, leaving only the people who need it, or tools.

It’s useless to say it once.

But if you say it every day, say it every month, say it every year, say it for ten or twenty years, it will become the etiquette of the country.

Passed by more than ten mansions.

The chariot stopped outside a forest. There were willows, pine trees, cypress trees, and mulberry trees in the forest. The branches were twisted and crisscrossed, making it look very messy.

Juehe got off the chariot first, raised his hand and said: "Please."

"Okay."

The three of them entered the forest path.

A gust of cold wind blew through my skin and penetrated my bones. It was a bit colder than the cold wind in winter.

Madam Ninth silently mobilized her magic power and stayed close to Lu Tong.

Deep in the woods, several thick tree roots are like ink-colored old dragons, entangled with each other and forming a large circle.

There is a two-story wooden building inside the ring.

There are piles of stones beside the building. On one of the stones, there are still two words well preserved, which read "Tomb of Tomb".

Lu Tong looked around and then glanced under the wooden house. He already knew in his heart that this place should have been the cemetery of a big shot.

Juehe opened the door and said, "Fellow Taoist, please, the accompanying girl Juan can go upstairs to rest."

"Okay."

Lu Tong entered the building, took a look, and suddenly felt surprised, and said: "Fellow Daoist Ding, have you also received the invitation?"

"Fellow Daoist Lu."

Ding Chu stood up and greeted.

On the chairs next to them, there were five male and female monks whom I had never seen before.

Mrs. Ninth went upstairs.

Lu Tong's dragon claw tapped lightly, half walking and half flying, he approached Ding Chu and sat cross-legged on the chair.

Juehe entered the building, closed the door, walked to the front seat and sat down, saying: "Even if you don't know each other, you should have heard of each other. From the remaining five pages of the fairy book, choose five from the eight of us. People."

Lu Tong looked at the people around him one by one again. After looking around for a week, he looked at Ding Chu and guessed Juehe's purpose.

Jue He said: "The three-year period is approaching. You should have already guessed who will win and who will lose. Today I want to decide the quota with you."

Lu Tong raised his eyebrows.

Others were also very surprised. One of them said: "Fellow Taoist Juehe, even if we decide on five people, I am afraid that Yiyi Sect will not listen to our ideas."

"Not to obey."

Juehe looked around and said in a deep voice: "We will choose three people and give up on our own. The remaining five will naturally be selected."

Someone looked unhappy and said, "Fellow Taoist, you want to make the decision for us?"

Juehe's expression did not waver at all.

"The time is approaching, and I suspect that some people may be confused for a moment and contribute to the Pan Kingdom and the Zang Kingdom regardless of the cost. As a result, it will return to chaos, and all eight of us will fall into passivity. It will be good for everyone to make a decision today. ."

Lu Tong thought for a moment and agreed very much.

Juehe’s statement was against the rules, but it was good for him.

The time is coming. If someone pays a large sum of money for a gamble, the rest of the people will have no choice but to join in and make a big investment. In the end, only the Zang Kingdom and the Pan Kingdom will benefit.

"Really?"

The young male cultivator who was just unhappy just now turned completely gloomy this time and said, "Who do you plan to make give up, fellow Taoist?"

Juehe did not dodge and said: "You, Ling Mou, have had your faults but failed, and your chances are slim. Why don't you just let it go? What do you think?"

"Bang!"

Ling Mou slapped his hand on the armrest of the chair, stood up and said, "I won't give up!"

"I agree."

A thunderous voice sounded, and everyone in the building looked at Lu Tong.

Lu Tong raised his eyelids, stared at Ling Mou, looked at Juehe, nodded, and said: "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman will benefit. I agree with the arrangement of fellow Taoist Juehe."

He was originally unwilling to come forward, but after seeing Ling Mou's reaction, he immediately made up his mind. He must support Jue He today and completely determine the quota for the five people.

Ling Mou, the son of Zhenren Yuanying.

Judging from the reaction, they probably prepared a powerful trick to prepare for the final comeback.

There is no room for loss in the quota this time, and there cannot be any surprises.

"Humph!"

Ling Mou sneered and said: "Master Lu, do you just conclude that you are among the five?"

Lu Tongtong: "Even if he is not here, Lu will have no choice but to admit it, and he will never act recklessly or get entangled!"

"You have colluded for a long time!"

Ling Mou raised his finger and pointed at Lu Tong and Jue He, saying: "Can't you see it? They have decided on the quota of five people in advance. They are just pretending to deceive us today!"

Lu Tong didn't say much and simply calmed down.

They did not collude.

However, Juehe personally greeted him outside the city and was very patient along the way. The meaning of such a show of goodwill was already obvious.

No one in the building agreed.

Juehe looked at a female cultivator who looked like a girl and said, "Junior sister Dong, you are tempting us with advantages, but the effect is very small, so why not just let it go?"

"It's just what the senior sister said. ~IndoMTL.com~ Although the female cultivator looks immature, her expression is very mature. There is a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, and you can't tell whether she is unwilling.

And one last one.

Juehe looked around, paused for a moment at Ding Chu, then continued to look at a young male cultivator and said, "Junior brother Qiao Ningcheng, are you willing to give up?"

"Why me?"

“Forcibly confiscated the ancestral graves of the people who were unwilling to make corpses, exhumed the bones and gave them to the families who took the initiative to make corpses. Although this had a small effect, it also laid the foundation for the disaster of the country of Pan. Infighting among the people was a taboo. , your chances are slim."

"I'm not willing to let it go."

Qiao Cheng is young and looks a little dissatisfied, but not too angry.

Juehe glanced at Ling Mou, the female cultivator surnamed Dong, and Qiao Ningcheng one by one, waved his hand and took out three wooden basins, and said: "This move is unfair to them, and all five of us have benefited from it. We each took out some Collect and make up for the three of them, what do you think?"

"As it should be."

Juehe, Lu Tong, Ding Chu and other five people took out elixirs, herbs, magic weapons, etc. and put them into the basins.

Lu Tong placed a bottle of Xinghua Dan respectively.

Qiao Ningcheng was the first to accept the wooden basin.

The nun surnamed Dong thanked her and accepted the wooden basin.

Ling Mou tightened his lips and said, "I don't agree, what do you want?"

"You don't have to agree. Just..."

Juehe's eyes were very calm, he raised his finger and pointed at Lu Tong and others, and said: "With the five of us joining forces, you have no chance."

"Okay! Okay! Let's see!"

Ling Mou opened the door, rushed out, and slammed the door hard.

Lu Tong let out a breath.

It's done.

Next to him, Juehe continued: "Since you two have taken your things, why not leave the country and let us see you off together?"

"Okay!"

"Have a good trip, you two."