From monks to deserters, there are layers upon layers, a total of nine layers, but they are like hell. On each level, there are countless magnificent figures who preach freely, but they can only kneel down like dogs before the powerful people on the upper level. In each layer, there is a quiet and peaceful warmth, as well as various sincere feelings that soften people's hearts, such as the sworn brotherhood of Taoyuan brothers, the love of eternal alliance, the respect of treating a master like a father, and the calmness of raising a disciple like a son. But between each layer, there are endless twists and turns. The cruelty of the subordinates to overcome the superiors, the greed of the superiors to deprive themselves of the superiors, the shamelessness of the superiors fighting against each other, and the despair of the inferiors fighting against each other. Only by abandoning all normal human emotions can one survive in that bloody battlefield, and only then can one get the measly opportunity to be promoted to the next level, but at the same time, one has to risk all his dignity. Chen Guanshui transformed the green mist into a realistic "Bodhisattva City" very casually. Bits of mist turned into twisted little figures, performing silent dramas there. There are always people who are unwilling to give up, and there are always people who get opportunities. Sometimes there are outsiders who have evil intentions, or there are sudden disturbances in the surrounding area, so the entire nine-level organization is always balanced in turmoil. Regardless of the killings of the outside Golden Core monks, the iron-blooded resistance of the bottom, or even the infiltration of the Sun God Cult, it will always be smoothed out by time, and it will still be included in the layered structure. Chen Guanshui looked at Liang Buhuo across from him and was still a little dissatisfied, so he asked: "Brother Buhuo, in the Confucian sect, have you ever read Tianyan Lun by the contemporary great scholar Liang Xiao?" While talking, Chen Guanshui looked out of the void of his dream. He took out a large lounge chair and threw it casually under the shadow of the tree next to Yuan Xuzi. With another wave of his hand, six wood spirit puppets were released, and they lay there comfortably and ate the fruit. Six very gentle beauties, this time Yun Mo went north as trophies that Chen Guanshui snatched from those devoured cultivation sects. The six of them are all female foundation-building cultivators, elite cultivators at the pinnacle of foundation-building, and they are also from those sects. The wife of Jindan Zhenren. But now, she is wearing a light gauze skirt, covering her vague body, showing shyness, excitement, and hope in her eyes, like a newly undressed girl, serving Chen Guanshui with the utmost gentleness. At this time, Yuan Xuzi, who was next to him, became interested in these puppets. He easily grabbed a woman and put his hand into her skirt. He ignored the two men beside him and started groping up and down. That woman was also like a real person. Facing the "favour" of the real person Yuanshen, her eyes were full of shock, expectation, desire, hesitation, and fear. Every detail, every expression, is so real. Yuan Xuzi clicked his tongue, while groping, he narrowed his eyes in appreciation. Fingers filtered through the body of the wood spirit puppet, and the materials underneath, the refining techniques, the fused magic circles, the joints connected to each other, and the turbulence of the soul were all clearly detected. At the end, Yuan Xuzi's hand grasped the jade bamboo shoot on the woman's right chest and flicked it carefully with his fingers. Chen Guanshui¡¯s eyes narrowed, that was where the soul of the Wood Spirit Puppet was stored. However, although Yuan Xuzi discovered the difference in the wooden spirit puppet under his command, he did not rush to ask questions. Instead, he followed Chen Guanshui's topic and continued: "Liang Xiao? That Wang Yangming's chief disciple? A dead lolita control? Tang Dynasty Daxia Governor?" Then Yuan Xuzi raised his hand, squeezed his hand, and the woman in his arms faintly screamed, "Do you also admire that bastard Liang Xiao?" After speaking, he raised his hand and picked a fruit from the tree. , and threw it on Chen Guanshui's head. The beauties over there suddenly laughed. The beauty was as beautiful as a painting, but Liang Buhuo didn¡¯t even have the intention to appreciate it. He has also read "Tianyan Lun". The book is very simple and straightforward, and it talks about the issues he raised today. Why is the world like this? According to natural evolution, what factors and what differences ultimately resulted in the real world? Which ones can be changed, and which ones are futile even if they are changed? Liang Buhuo felt even more painful because he had read it, but Chen Guanshui continued to talk. Chen Guanshui waved his hand to disperse the green mist in the air, and spread it out to display a map with a diameter of three thousand miles around Bodhisattva City. He pointed with his hand and landed on a round lake more than 1,300 miles northwest of Bodhisattva City. He asked Liang Buhuo: "Do you know what this place used to be?" That lake was indeed very strange. It was a standard perfect circle. It is exactly sixty-four miles in diameter. The arc of the lakeshore is very strange, cutting out a standard circle on the uneven and gentle hilly terrain. The streams and rivers on the four sides converged and formed a large lake. On the shore of the lake, hundreds of thousands of years of evolution have long produced several fishermen's towns and dozens of fishing villages. Tens of thousands of fishermen fish in boats in the lake, and from time to time they can catch some big fish in deep water. The name of the lake is also very strange, it is called "Wuxi Lake". Chen Guanshui¡¯s pointHere, he began to narrate: "I once read a story in Liang Xiao's "Tianyan Lun". Before Liang Xiao became the governor of Daxia in the Tang Dynasty, he once went south to conquer the Qingtang Mountains, where he saw a Weird thing. The Qingtang Mountains span millions of miles and are rich in gold, silver and copper. Logically speaking, the local kingdom should be very rich and powerful. After all, one mine requires thousands of miners, and there are various follow-ups to support it. It is also possible to have a population of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but the fact is that all the rich mines there have been dug into such large lakes, or they are shrouded in hard dome formations, and mortals can only dig on those poor mines like rats. Or become an ore thief. " "The same is true for Wuxi Lake. If the tin mine is not dug up by the monks, but is managed by the mortals of Bodhisattva City, it can support a population of at least 100,000 and make this place rich. But now it has no effect except feeding 30,000 to 40,000 fishermen. It has also destroyed the hydrology of this area and deprived the surrounding fertile fields of water. " "According to the records of Bodhisattva City, this lake has a capacity of 1,000 people. It was left behind by a visiting Nascent Soul Lord a hundred years ago. With a wave of his hand, he picked up the large lump of earth and rocks, put it in his sleeve and took it away. The hole left behind was four feet deep. Thousands of feet, it drained away the water veins in the surrounding area of ??thousands of miles, turning the original farmers into the current desert people. " "The Nascent Soul Lord can take away what mortals here rely on with just a wave of his hand. Living mines and fertile fields. For him, a tin mine may be just one of the materials for refining a magical weapon; but for mortals here, it is a natural disaster. Therefore, Mr. Liang Xiao proposed the way of a gentleman in "The Theory of Heavenly Evolution". A better ending can be deduced based on action, detachment from the world, isolation from the world, etc." When Liang Buhuo heard this, he raised his hand and shook his head, "Buhuo already understands what Brother Guanshui wants to say. At that time, Mr. Liang Xiao chose Wuwei Dharma to govern the land with a worldly mind and isolate the immortals. However, in the past three hundred years, mortals have not benefited at all, but have become more and more miserable. Therefore, Liang Xiaogong destroyed Taoism and tried his best to rule. The heart of joining the world intervenes in the civil affairs of the jurisdiction, sets immortal rules, and deduce the "Laws of the Tang Dynasty", which is a tool for carrying the law and establishes the foundation for the strength of the Ding Ming Xin Sect. " "Liang Xiaogong has a saying, a monk, a thief of heaven and earth. Stealing the world to support oneself; the desire of monks is also the source of demons!"