Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 666: Dacheng

"How could this happen?"

"It opened yesterday and disappeared overnight?"

"Go and ask the drama doctor!"

Early in the morning, before dawn, a group of people gathered around the stone spears in Shenxu, looking at the fields that had been cultivated yesterday.

The night passed.

Yesterday’s broken soil, fine soil, etc., turned into soil pythons again.

"Bah!"

Amidst the noise, a not-so-loud friction sound attracted everyone.

The crowd turned to look.

Not far away, Lu Tong had already picked up his ax and reclaimed the fields he had opened yesterday.

"Lao Lu, don't waste your energy."

"It returned to its original state overnight. If it was opened today, it will have to be opened tomorrow. This life will never end!"

“Isn’t it true that the more you drive, the more you will suffer?”

"The Drama Doctor is here."

Jushou came with two envoys.

In just one day, people have remembered their dignity and inferiority under the whip, and naturally made way for a passage.

"Drama doctor, look, the ground has changed."

Jushou glanced at Lu Tong and said, "I know that the divinity is causing trouble. The land, spiritual energy, and evil spirits in the divine ruins are changing every moment."

"That..."

Some people are afraid to ask questions.

Some people couldn't help but said directly: "Then the fields we opened yesterday, do they count?"

"It doesn't count."

Ju Mao looked coldly and said: "The ten acres of land and the hundred acres of land that are exchanged for the Dharma are not superimposed day by day, but ten acres and one hundred acres of land exist at the same time."

"Impossible!"

"Is it possible that the doctor is deliberately playing tricks on us? All our hard work is in vain every day, and we will never be able to cultivate ten acres in our lifetime!"

"Quit!"

The rising anger made many people forget the power of the whip.

Ji Mao glanced around and said, "Any more questions?"

A slightly older man of half a century walked out, cupped his hands and said: "Please doctor, please show me a clear way."

Ji Shu raised his hand and pointed.

People followed their fingers and saw the back of Lu Tong wielding an axe.

Ji Shu said: "The gods are dead and there is no way to recover. The first reclamation of these wastelands requires ten points of effort, the second reclamation only requires nine points of effort, and the third reclamation only requires eight points of effort."

The crowd was silent.

Jushou took the opportunity to comfort him: "The methods cannot be accumulated, but there is no limit on food. No matter whether it is old land or new land, as long as the amount is sufficient, you can enjoy three meals and blood pills."

The weak people in the crowd looked much more relaxed.

One meal for one penny, two meals for five penny.

It’s only five centimeters, but the soil is as hard as iron, and you still have to dig one foot and seven feet. Yesterday, many people worked all day and only had one full meal.

"Bah! Bah..."

The sound of friction between the ax blade and the soil continued.

Ji Shu turned around and left.

The crowd also dispersed amid complaints and secret curses, and each went to reclaim the land.

……

Open fields, eat, open fields, eat, open fields, eat, open fields, boxing, and sleep.

The cycle continues day by day.

"Lao Lu, how many did you drive today?"

Several food tents were set up next to the mound.

When Lu Tong entered the shed, someone immediately asked with a playful smile.

"None of your business!"

There was also a group of people behind Lu Tong. One of them, a young man with a scarred face, was not polite and scolded him directly.

"What, have you ever thought about taking action?"

"I'm not your father, so I don't have time to teach you a lesson."

"Little Scar, you are **** seeking death!"

"What, I said it wrong? Could it be that you are my son?"

The two of them didn't hesitate, they jumped out of the dining room and started fighting each other, back and forth, using the "Li Xian Fist" that Lu Tong practiced every night.

Lu Tong ignored the two of them and walked to the table to sit down.

"Brother Lu, there is venison to eat today."

A grey-faced woman prepared rice and placed it in front of Lu Tong, with a layer of venison on top.

Lu Tong was not polite, picked up the kuaizi and swallowed it.

The rest of the people have long been accustomed to Lu Tong's reticence.

Low talker, strong, warm-hearted, and ruthless, Lu Tong did not actively recruit, but he was reasonable and responded to requests. Unknowingly, these people followed him.

There were thirteen people in total, occupying three tables around.

When Lu Tong finished half the bowl.

Scarface came back panting, sat down, and said: "Damn, I haven't fought for a few days, and Cen's skills have improved."

"Eat quickly, you have just finished hoeing the ground, but they are resting every day."

"Tou'er Lu doesn't **** the ground every day."

"What are you talking about in your sleep? Have you forgotten how much you weigh?"

Lu Tong put down Kuai Zi, took a sip of rough tea, stared at the scarred face, and said: "The punch was wrong. The fist was not held properly. The palm of the hand is a gun, the palm of the side is a knife, and the shoulder, elbow, and knee can also be used. Do boxing."

Not only Scarface and the others were listening, but also the monk Cen who had just fought against him.

Lu Tong said something, picked up the kuaizi and continued eating.

Scarface thought for a few times and said, "Lao Luo, will you practice with me after dinner?"

"Eat quickly, there is no spare time, I just made up the previous ones in the morning, and I have to continue to open up wasteland in the afternoon."

"Why are you so anxious? After Mr. Lu, you will definitely be the first to collect ten acres."

"Stop making fun of the old man. Counting my years, I can be your father."

"Old guy..."

After dinner, Lu Tong drank two cups of tea, got up and left the dining tent.

Many people were resting outside the shed. Some were lying on benches, some were sitting on the ground, and some were playing stone dice with a few of their men.

Lu Tong walked straight past.

Scarface glanced twice, snorted coldly, and said: "A bunch of trash, eating all day long and waiting to die."

A month has passed, and more than a thousand people have been divided into two groups.

One group has given up, guarding five miles or one part of the field every day, plowing back and forth in exchange for daily food. One group is still working hard, trying to scrape together ten or a hundred acres in exchange for the practice method.

Every day that passes, the number of people from the former group is increasing, and the number of people from the latter group is decreasing.

Lu Tong did not interfere with Scarface's provocation.

The road ahead is long, and there is no way out. The others are not Yuanying, and they are already exhausted mentally and physically. Scarface provokes others, but he is also motivating himself.

"Lao Lu!"

Niu Leng pulled together a small team of dozens of people and became the leader of the gang. He asked loudly: "How much is left?"

"A lot."

"Can you really raise ten acres?"

"Yes."

Lu Tong kept walking and strode into the endless fields.

The fields are flat and loose.

More than a thousand people are running around every day, which has changed the nearby landscape. However, many people are obscured by the loss in the morning and cannot see the gains that are right in front of them.

……

Another month has passed.

People came and went around Lu Tong, and in the end there were only six people left.

After finishing my busy work in the early morning.

Lu Tong went to the dining tent.

Several people nearby stopped immediately and quickly chased after him.

"Hey, Yue Nuandong didn't come."

Lu Tong’s eyes moved.

Yue Nuandong is like a scarface. He makes noises every day, as if he has endless energy, but like the land here, it suddenly fell down overnight.

Others also looked dull.

One of the youngest, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, said: "Toulu, what do you think we are trying to do? Everyone knows that it is impossible to collect ten acres."

"Xiao Wanzi, who said it's impossible? In a month at most, Mr. Lu will definitely collect ten acres."

Lu Tong took two more steps and said, "Figure out a way to survive."

"What?"

Not only Xiao Wanzi didn't understand, but others were also very confused.

Lu Tong looked at Xiao Wanzi.

Wanrong, seventeen years old this year, is not old, but he has been on the battlefield more than a dozen times. The last time he failed, he was captured and sold to Shenxu.

"The way to live is also the way to die. How do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die."

Lu Tong smiled, pointed to the dining shed not far away, and said, "Everyone will die, and so will I. Do you want to die in the shed or in the ground?"

Wan Rong looked back and forth, but still felt he didn’t want to die.

Lu Tong said no more and strode towards the shed.

The next day, only three of the six people were left.

There is an old man "Lao Luo", a half-grown man "Wan Rong", and a woman "Axia" who looks gray all day long.

Lu Tong continued to cultivate fields, eat and sleep as he did every day before.

Half a month later.

"Winter!"

The moment the gong sounded, Lu Tong opened his earth snakes and jumped out of the pit.

For two and a half months, many people expanded the pits and dug out rooms and even halls underground, but only a few people were still huddled in the pits.

A person is waiting outside the pit.

Old Luo Gou crouched and said, "Tou'er Lu, I'm old, and I can no longer open fields with Tou'er Lu."

Lu Tong looked at Lao Luo, was silent for a moment, took out a pack of blood pills from his arms and handed it over.

"Take it."

"No, opening a field is a laborious job. Without the blood pill, it will be too harmful to the body. I don't need it anymore."

Lu Tong threw out the paper bag and strode towards the fire.

Three people became two people.

After finishing his work in the morning, Wanrong muttered to himself: "Six acres, six acres, for four days in a row, can you get ten acres before the end of the month..."

The end of the month is coming soon.

Lu Tong finished his boxing and returned to the pit.

Wanrong followed all the way to the outside of the pit and asked with a tired face: "Boss, why haven't you collected ten acres of land yet?"

A bad thought came to Lu Tong's mind.

Three months later, we still haven’t collected ten acres. After five acres, it took a lot of time just to cultivate the previous fields, and several times of speeding up the work, we could only manage to reach seven acres.

"Soon."

"How long will it take?"

Wanrong looked up at Lu Tong.

Lu Tong did not respond for a long time.

Wanrong waited for a few breaths, then lowered his head and staggered back to his pit.

The next day.

Lu Tong walked to the stone spear with a big ax in hand and said, "Why are you still here?"

Everyone left, but Axia actually stayed until the end.

Axia held the **** and said: "I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Those people."

Lu Tong understood immediately.

There are more men than women in the Shenxu. On the day Axia defected, there seemed to be a few men staring at her.

"Got it."

In the end, no one is left.

Lu Tong swung his axe, dropped it suddenly, and opened the fields again.

It’s noon that day.

The Shenxu was very lively. The opera brought 3,000 people, and it was a rare half-day break from work, with wine and meat.

When night falls, Lu Tong is the only one left hoeing the ground.

Ji Shu walked to the side and said: "Your Majesty, people are lax and should be severely punished."

Rewards and punishments are interlinked. They seem to be completely opposite, but they can achieve the same goal.

The drama always chooses punishment.

"Bah!"

Lu Tong dropped his ax and said, "No need."

Ji Mao said: "No one is willing to contribute except the king of the country. The fields are scattered and disjointed, and it will be useless to delay the matter any longer."

Opening ten acres of farmland is not a dead end.

If more than a thousand people work together to cultivate fields every day, and after connecting thousands of acres, and break up the magical power, evil spirits, etc. in the soil again and again, it will become easier and easier to open fields.

Unfortunately, people are divided and it is difficult to survive alone. The way to survive has become a dead end.

"No rush."

Lu Tong dropped his ax without thinking about himself.

Thousands of axes every day for three months, more than one million times in total. The big ax seemed to have become part of the arm, and dropping the ax became an action that required no thought.

The fourth month has passed.

Under the "guidance" of the old man, the newbies who learned quickly gave up on the second day, while the slow learners persisted for half a month. By the end of the month, only Lu Tong was left.

"Lao Lu, how much is left?"

Niu Leng gave up on starting a field long ago, and even found a sweetheart, but he still asked him unwaveringly when eating every day.

"A lot."

A smile broke out on Niu Leng's face, he hugged the woman and left.

Lu Tong walked into the field alone, looked at the endless front, and said: "It's almost done."

That night.

Lu Tong returned to the field with the wooden board and quilt, cracked open the board, tore open the quilt, tied out a pair of armor and put it on his body, looking up to the sky.

Red light breaks through the sky, like scales and feathers.

There was no wind, but when the red light fell, it felt like another wind wrapped in fire needles was blowing, causing pain to the skin and flesh.

Lu Tong gathered his magic power, blood spirits, etc., raised his axe, and brought it down heavily.

"Bah!"

The ax blade crackled with red light and sank into the soft field. The soil particles were knocked away and a few sparks were splashed out.

"Bah, bah..."

The sound of falling axes was endless, and as the footsteps moved forward, a gap was opened in the continuous red light, leaving little sparks.

After a while, the armor made of wooden boards fell off.

Then the hair ignited, the flesh burst open, and blood flowed out repeatedly. Before it could flow down, it was crushed by the red light, turning it into a burnt black.

The red light faded after one stick of incense.

Lu Tong stood on the field, naked and black, grinning, showing two rows of white teeth.

This method is feasible.

Not only him, but others too, except that they need to replace wooden boards, cloth strips, etc. with real armor.

Then the ground began to crawl.

My feet were obviously submerged in the soil, but it felt like I was standing on the water, or on the back of a big python.

Lu Tong took a deep breath and struck an ax with all his strength.

"Bah!"

The squirming stopped instantly, as if an ax killed the giant python.

"Shuachi..."

The fields in other places are still squirming, rubbing the fire, soil, etc. together, making a slight friction sound.

Lu Tong swung his axe.

"Bah!"

The crawling suddenly stopped, and the entire world also came to a standstill.

Lu Tong has a great heart.

"Plop!"

My heart skipped a beat, and the blood fetus, magic power, blood spirit, etc. that were gathered in my abdomen beat together.

Lu Tong suddenly felt cold all over.

The billions of orifices are all wide open, and there are no obstacles inside or outside the body. The internal organs, heart, blood, etc. seem to be all exposed to the air.

"Bah!"

He swung an axe, and the handle of the ax sank into the ground.

"Plop!"

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Lu Tong was unaware, and remembered the "Red Cloud Scripture" which he had not practiced for a long time.

"The color is like a red cloud, spread under hundreds of knots."

"The blood is red, the soul is struck, the foundation is removed for hundreds of millions of generations, and the journey is joyful for thousands of tribulations."

"Bah!"

When the ax fell, it opened the fields, the ruins of the gods, and the shackles of the physical body.

The physical body condensed with essence and blood disintegrated instantly.

The ax sank into the ground.

Lu Tong suddenly woke up, raised his hand, and watched the two blood clouds turn into a pair of huge palms, and then looked at his body turning into a red cloud.

"Red Cloud Scripture..."

There was no one on the field, only a cloud and huge palms on both sides of the cloud.

Lu Tong’s thoughts flashed.

The palm disappeared, leaving only a red cloud several feet in diameter, and then a red light lit up, like a blazing flame.

"This is God."

Then the red cloud rolled and turned into clouds, humans, demons, etc. one after another.

"This is blood."

Lu Tong slowly fell down, regained his human form, and looked at his flawless white palms.

"The Red Cloud Scripture opens up all the barriers between dharma gates. From then on, blood is blood, **** is god, and law is law. The three do not interfere with each other, and they are all integrated into the red cloud and can be changed at will.

"The Dharma is complete."

……

The next day.

In front of the mound, many people subconsciously looked at Lutong's fields before opening their fields.

"Hey, where is Lao Lu?"

"Haha..."

"The last single seedling is gone."

"Tsk, I thought he was really a tough guy!"

Jushou stood on the mound and watched the crowd gradually become more lively. He coughed hard and said, "Old Lu worked in the fields overnight and collected ten acres of land. He has been taught the Sutra of Neither Humans nor Demons."

"Huh?"