in2ebook Chapter 284: Doubtful Xing Lan
Chapter 284: Doubtful Xing Lan
Chu Xinglan became interested after hearing this. According to the storybooks he had read, usually some explosive things would happen in such places.
The result was exactly as he expected, and Chen Xiu's next words proved his guess.
"Those of us who practice Taoism generally seldom interfere in worldly affairs."
"No matter what we do, we must pay attention to cause and effect. Although what we are doing is against the will of heaven, it is undeniable that the results of some things are doomed from the beginning."
"It's normal for different places to have different customs, and we won't interfere. And as long as there aren't any evil cultivators doing evil, or natural disasters, it's not our business, the government will naturally handle it."
"This incident was discovered by our disciples of Cangqiong Mountain by accident."
"That disciple has both water and wood spiritual roots, and he likes to practice at sea. As a result, when he was far away in the sea, he suddenly saw a strong bloody aura rising from the direction of the small fishing village, which also exuded an evil and resentful aura."
"He began to think that there might be some evil cultivators doing evil there, so he rushed over. As a result, the evil cultivators were not found, but instead, everyone in the entire fishing village died. The ways of death were simply varied, and the time of death was surprisingly consistent."
Chu Xinglan's heart skipped a beat. How come this development was heading in the direction of the supernatural? Could it be that some wronged ghost who died in vain was causing trouble in the end?
Speaking of which, he knew that there were people in this world, including cultivators, monsters, and demons, but he seemed to have never heard of ghosts.
Although he was born here, he grew up under the red flag, and the philosophy he always adhered to was that feudal superstition was unacceptable.
But in the world of cultivation, luck is a real thing, and fortune-telling is a school of its own, and is highly respected in the world of cultivation.
He didn't quite believe it, but he respected it.
But if you say that even ghosts have appeared in this world, Chu Xinglan still feels that it is a bit too fantastic.
Chen Xiu looked at Chu Xinglan, who was listening opposite him and suddenly lost his concentration, and felt a little confused.
"What are you thinking about?"
……
"What are you thinking about?"
Sang Yunqi came out dressed neatly and saw his little apprentice standing in front of the mirror in a daze. He walked up to Chu Xinglan, raised his hand to straighten his collar, and asked casually.
Chu Xinglan was brought back to his senses by his voice. He looked at Sang Yunqi in front of him with some confusion. After a few breaths, he came to his senses and shook his head.
"Nothing, just thinking about that little fishing village."
Sang Yunqi raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's useless to think about it now. I still have to go there and see for myself to know what happened."
Chu Xinglan nodded. His master was right. No matter how much he thought about it now, it was all just speculation, which would only cause him more trouble.
Thinking of the problem he was struggling with just now, Chu Xinglan looked at the mirror with a worried look on his face.
"Master, aren't the marks on my eyes and forehead too conspicuous? Anyone can tell at a glance that I am not an ordinary person."
Sang Yunqi looked him up and down. Considering his attire and the place they were going, it was indeed a bit too out of place.
Chu Xinglan looked at his master's appearance in the mirror again and said with some entanglement.
"Master, aren't you being too high-profile? Song Ling's father, the emperor of such a big country, seems a little shabby compared to you."
Sang Yunqi has always preferred brightly colored clothing, and any of the accessories on her body is priceless.
But his beautiful face could completely overshadow those jewels and precious stones, and they even complemented each other.
Speaking of which, his master always acts like a cool and aloof person when he goes out, but Chu Xinglan searched through his closet and couldn't find a pure white robe. The plainest color he could find was probably a light blue robe.
But judging by how much it has been kept in the bottom of the closet, it's probably only been worn a few times.
Not to mention Sang Yunqi's elegant and luxurious outfit, his silver hair was even more eye-catching than his red eyes, and he had an air of superiority.
If he were walking in the mortal world, I'm afraid everyone who saw him would kneel down on both knees, kowtow deeply, and pray for marriage, offspring, etc.
At first, Sang Yunqi did not follow his little disciple's thinking. What did they wear when they went out to gain experience have to do with each other.
If these monks don't want to show up in front of others, they can just cast a little spell. There's no need to disguise themselves.
But soon, Sang Yunqi thought of something, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked at Chu Xinglan in disbelief.
"You don't think that we can't reveal our identities and use our spiritual power casually when we go out this time, do you?"
Chu Xinglan was confused by his attitude and asked with a puzzled look: "Isn't it?"
Sang Yunqi speechlessly slapped him on the head.
"Have you read too many storybooks? We are cultivators. We don't use spiritual power to solve problems. Instead, we have to do the same as ordinary people. Then why are you still practicing?"
Chu Xinglan felt that there was some truth in what he said and there was no way to refute it, but he still couldn't accept it.
"Don't they say that if a cultivator uses spiritual power in the mortal world, it will cause panic and then be punished?"
Sang Yunqi: “…”
He simply wanted to knock open his little apprentice's head to see what was inside and why he would ask such a stupid question.
He had clearly been to Cangyun Kingdom once last time and even entered the palace. Didn’t he notice that there were many cultivators around the old emperor?
Some cultivators who do not have much talent in the path of cultivation and are unwilling to be dispensable outer disciples in a sect or family will generally choose to accept invitations from major royal families or even families to be guest officials.
Not only will they never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of their lives, they will also be treated as guests of honor and respected and offered sacrifices. There will be seldom anything that requires their help. Their lives are so comfortable that how could there be any punishment?
They, the monks, do not attack mortals at will, just because they do not want to be involved in cause and effect, which may become a threat to their own path.
It is simply not worth it to cut off your future just for such a small matter.
However, there has never been any saying that one cannot use spiritual power at will.
"Okay, now that we've packed up, let's go."
After saying that, Sang Yunqi took one of his hands and led him out the door.
Chu Xinglan still had some doubts about life, and asked again without giving up.
"Master, can I really use spiritual power? This can't be a test from Master. If I really believe it and do it, there will be punishment or something."