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Text Chapter 199: I Hold the Sky with My Hands (1)

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    Liang Buhuo took the "pearl" and held it carefully in his hand, as if he were holding a living heart.  Hearing Yuan Xuzi's inquiry, Liang Buhuo didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "Grandmaster, how could this world be like this?" His tone was full of pain, and looking around, Liang Buhuo felt that he had lost hope in this world.  Liang Buhuo was born in a small secular country under the jurisdiction of the Confucian Qingxu Taoism Sect. Even though there were many crimes, he never had the same impact as what he had experienced in recent days.  I went to Yuzhou Island with the hope of meeting love, but I encountered the Battle of Jianfeng. Tens of thousands of people narrowly escaped death. I fled in a hurry on a flying cloud boat, thinking of making some friends, but I encountered Mi Yang.  Outside the city, Chen Guanshui was horrified by the bloodbath; when he entered the City of Seven Mirrors, he was already preparing to be a guide in Xianglin Jingshe. He took on a few pleasing disciples and taught a few talented people, but he saw such a miserable situation in Bodhisattva City.  Thirteen cultivation families in the city built a huge castle on the ground, shining with dazzling magic light; but the cave dwellers far outside the city could only live in thin wooden houses four feet high and just above their heads.  The former gathered all the civilians inside and outside Bodhisattva City, and they were besieged for decades without being able to shake it; the latter was easily penetrated by crossbows, and every battle that broke out in the valley always made everyone have to  Crawling and walking on the ground like maggots.  The former has amassed more than 90% of the entire city's wealth, but can still feel dissatisfied. He can still casually kill those civilians who have worked hard to get rich, arbitrarily possess the property they have accumulated over decades of hard work, and enslave their relatives, but they think they are  It is compassion; the latter has nothing but the body.  Men have to sell their lives, killing people in a sea of ??blood in exchange for food; women have to sell their bodies, in exchange for everything they can survive in the fall.  Everything you see is tyranny under power, and struggles before death.  The aura of desolation filled the wilderness, and the pits and valleys were filled with killings. Everyone regarded this as normal.  But I have never thought that there is still a Confucian sect in the world, and a quiet and peaceful mortal world under the rules of the Confucian sect.  Liang Buhuo was sad, but Chen Guanshui chuckled lightly.  Not only chuckled, but shook his hands, threw his head back and laughed wildly.  "How could the world be like this? Why shouldn't the world be like this?!" Chen Guanshui raised his hand and pointed at Liang Buyu's nose, and shouted.  Chen Guanshui ignored Liang Buhuo's angry gaze that was about to spit out fire. He raised his hand and waved a ball of green mist, displaying a map in the air, a dynamic map that changed over time.  Since 1,400 years ago, hundreds of thousands of miles around this area were destroyed in a war between the central sects. The current location of Bodhisattva City has attracted a casual cultivator because of the existence of spiritual veins like roots.  Families were established here.  First there was a small castle, a core cultivator family, dozens of vassal slave families, and hundreds of serf families surrounding the castle. Then they spread out like spring sprouts after the rain, in the dust and chaos.  A deserter who survives among ferocious beasts.  Then, individual cultivators arrived one after another, cultivator families fell and rose again, and Bodhisattva City was destroyed again and again by wars for various reasons and rebuilt again and again until it looks like it does now.  All the farmable flat land outside the city and the valuable mountains and rivers were slowly covered with domes by the cultivator families over time, and everything on them was slowly harvested.  As the boundaries of the city continue to expand, the slums in the open spaces outside the city are also spreading like ringworm in their twists and turns, spreading to all places with even just a few resources to survive.  On the land further away, on the battlefields where traces still remain, the deserters are like wolves staring at Bodhisattva City all the time, setting off desperate wars time and time again, using countless lives to break open the holes where food is hidden.  Dome, to attack the Bodhisattva City that hides all their despair.  ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????  Liang Buhuo was speechless because he had already noticed what he was missing.  Sure enough, Chen Guanshui followed up and pointed out: "Five hundred years ago, there were only three foundation-building monks and twenty-nine Qi-refining monks in Bodhisattva City. But today, five hundred years later, after deducting the ones I killed three months ago, and  Among those who had just been killed, there were still thirty-four foundation-building monks and two hundred and forty-one Qi-refining monks. Five hundred years ago, it was already very difficult to support thirty-two monks in the Bodhisattva City.  After supporting two hundred and seventy-five monks, it was no longer able to support it." Chen Guanshui touched it casually, and the green mist changed into another scene.  The thirty-four foundation-building monks turned into thirty-four huge spheres. Although the two hundred and forty-one Qi-refining monks were smaller, they were still like mountains pressing on the other 99% of the people in Bodhisattva City.  But 99% of the people are also divided into different levels, far and near, and they are oppressed layer by layer.  The ones at the top are of course those cultivating families with spiritual roots.?, their elders will not care how humble their mother is. As long as they have spiritual roots and have the qualifications to become a human master, they can become a human master.  In order to help them grow, countless serfs planted various elixirs under the domes outside the city. Even if the woods on a thousand acres of land only produced ten kilograms of elixirs, they still continued to plant them; countless serfs almost spent their lives under the domes.  In raising those spiritual beasts, dozens or hundreds of people are deliberately made into animal food and consumed every day, but only some mounts are cultivated for the owners.  In order to help them grow, help them learn those spells, know the reactions of those drugs, and know how to deal with all kinds of strange things in the world of cultivation, hundreds of civilians are made into props by the elders every day, and they are randomly destroyed in the chess game that trains them.  .  The next level up are those members of the cultivating family who have no spiritual roots.  They have no spiritual roots, but they are related by blood, so they become warriors.  Relying on the various conveniences provided by cultivators, they can obtain profound skills, cultivate pure internal strength, use the best weapons, the best armor, and get the best women.  But they have to pay all their loyalty and all their human conscience.  They are just a knife for cultivators, a knife that is easiest to use.  If a monk is strong enough, he can no longer be overwhelmed by the number of mortal warriors. If a monk can fly with air control, then no matter how many mortal warriors he kills, they are just targets.  But monks always like to have a group of capable people kneeling in front of them like loyal dogs to do trivial things for themselves.  The next level down are the warriors who are civilians or slaves.  They have proven their reliability through generations of loyalty, and have proven their position by growing up with their owners since childhood. Finally, they have proven that they are truly loyal dogs by killing and making various provocative and difficult choices.  .  Then they became the filling part in the Xiuzhen family's castle, filling the gaps in the castle with their women and daughters, and became some tools.  The next level down are the civilian officials who can only be independent in this powerful world.  Bodhisattva City cannot live without these literati and officials, but it looks down upon them.  Without strength, they will always be pulled out of their feet by the monks of the noble cultivation family, watching their embarrassment when facing moral and legal spiritual problems; they will always be regarded as scapegoats and easily executed.  ; Some families even habitually castrate all officials who are in charge of confidential documents.  But they can get money, they can get everything that can be obtained by relying on power, they can be superior to those stupid mortals, they can easily play tricks on the law, and they can kill those civilian businessmen who offend them.  "The next level up are the vassal slaves of the thirteen tribes with branding on their foreheads in Bodhisattva City.  They are the cornerstones of Bodhisattva City. The bottom layer of bluestone supports everything above.  Even though there is a mark on your forehead, as long as you have no ambition, and no beauty, wisdom, wealth, strength or other characteristics that can change your destiny or bring suffering, you can live your life quietly in a corner like a weed.  .  Marry a wife who is not very beautiful, have a few sons who are not very smart, and make a few equally stupid friends, and you can still live a normal life in this messy city.  The next level down are the serfs under the domes outside Bodhisattva City.  The slaves in the city still have some freedom, but the serfs outside the city have no self at all.  The children of the Xiuzhen family always dislike crowding in the city and living like insects next to the big shots.  So when they grow up, most of them will grab a dome outside the city and transform it into their own inner palace.  And those who are chosen will face the fate of being chosen.  "The next level up are the cave dwellers who can't even enter the dome.  Staying in a place with dangerous mountains and rivers, struggling to survive with only a little food.  The men are thugs with hands full of blood, and the women are prostitutes who have sold their bodies. All communication is in the midst of curses, hatred, hostility, and blood, and they lose the warmth that people should have.  Everything is like a pack of wild animals.  On the last floor are the deserters who were blocked far outside the city by the bloody battle of the thirteen cave dwellers.  The desolation created a degenerate mob.  The weakest person will kill for food, and has long been accustomed to killing.  You can still kill someone for a pot of water.  Killing someone for a cave to spend the night in.  Killing for the corpse of a fallen beast.  Kill for women.  Killing someone for a worn-out knife.  Those detached leaders died in the hands of the monks of Bodhisattva City long before they grew up, leaving only groups of hyenas behind.
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