The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

The bustle of the temple fair seemed to melt the ice and snow.

This is in stark contrast to the temple fair in the west of the city.

The Hemu Temple in the north of the city has only been built halfway. Only the foundation has been dug, and bricks, tiles, stones and other materials are still piled aside.

Today, a temple fair is being held at the Hemu Temple in the west of the city. Officials allow the workers to take a day off so that they can attend the temple fair in the west of the city and offer some incense.

The workers were naturally overjoyed and thanked the officials repeatedly.

There were only a few soldiers left on the entire construction site. They lit a bonfire in a thatched house built outside the construction site and sat around it playing drinking and finger-guessing games.

Occasionally, a soldier would stick his head out, and when he saw a pedestrian passing by, he would shout at the pedestrian and tell him to leave quickly.

A soldier lost the game of rock-paper-scissors and was punished with a glass of wine. He drank it rapturously, gnashing his teeth and saying "it's great" several times.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards the construction site.

He quickly stuck his head out and saw a man in white. When he was about to scold him, he suddenly met the latter's eyes.

There was a flash of blue light.

Unconcious.

……

The Hemu Temple construction site in the north of the city.

Li Changxiao looked around.

A little while, his eyes stayed on one place.

Where his eyes met, there was a middle-aged man digging something in the ground.

The middle-aged man soon noticed Li Changxiao.

He stood up slowly and said calmly, "Brother, this is a construction site. You'd better leave quickly. Otherwise, if the people above see us, they will get beaten with a few sticks at best, or go to jail at worst."

Li Changxiao shook his head, "It's useless."

The middle-aged man was stunned.

Not keeping up with the other person's train of thought.

Li Changxiao leaned against a wooden stake, pointed at the soft soil at the man's feet, and said, "It's useless."

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Li Changxiao again, "What do you know?"

Li Changxiao shook his head and said, "Incense and fire are of no use to you."

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he sneered: "Haha, it turns out that you are also a cultivator."

Li Changxiao nodded and said, "Fu Ren, listen to my advice and don't touch this incense."

"The incense is not something that a foundation-building cultivator like you can afford."

"Not to mention, what you did is stealing incense. The source of the incense is not legitimate. The stolen incense will not only not increase your lifespan, but will also become a talisman that hastens your death!"

Li Changxiao's expression gradually became serious.

He saw it all.

This man named Fu Ren participated in the construction of the Hemu Temple not to reduce taxes for the coming year.

It was because he had once imitated the river mother's behavior and secretly buried his own golden body under the river mother's golden body.

I thought, in this way, I will always have some soup to drink, right?

The man named Fu Ren's expression changed again and again.

He couldn't tell whether what the man in front of him said was true or false.

"Haha, assuming that's true, you have no favors or grudges against me, why are you reminding me?" Fu Ren said coldly.

Li Changxiao did not answer, but asked: "Do you think you are the only one who guessed that this golden body of the river mother is actually a way for a practitioner to prolong his life?"

"You are only in the foundation-building stage. If you can see through it, how can the cultivators hiding in Dragon City not see through it?"

"Then why didn't they secretly bury their golden bodies and steal the incense like you did?"

Li Changxiao took a sip of the wine and said meaningfully.

As soon as these words came out.

Fu Ren's pupils shrank suddenly.

Seeing this, Li Changxiao disappeared.

Fu Ren looked at the place where the other party disappeared, his expression became more ferocious than ever before.

I thought I saw a glimmer of hope.

did not expect……

So again!

He pounded his fist on the ground, feeling more powerless than ever before.

He was a genius, the secret genius of the Baiyou Dynasty. The Baiyou Dynasty once issued an order: as long as he was there, Baiyou would be there.

When he was born, strange phenomena occurred in heaven and earth, and black ice fell from the sky for ten thousand years, freezing him inside.

A full seven hundred years.

Seven hundred years later, he broke out of the ice and was officially born, starting his journey of cultivation. Relying on the mysterious ice energy that had existed for ten thousand years and the bones that had been nurtured for seven hundred years, he made straight progress.

The talent is no less than the stars in the sky.

pity…

Heaven has failed him.

Soon after the foundation was established, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dried up.

He was unwilling, angry, helpless... and finally, he fell silent.

Fu Ren dug up the soil and took out the two-inch golden man inside.

"Ugh."

He sighed heavily, turned around and left the construction site.

……

Day two.

Fu Ren used the excuse of being seriously ill to turn down this lucrative job, which was seen as a good one by others.

Li Changxiao nodded. This kid is quite obedient.

"What can a drop of my heart's blood exchange for..."

Li Changxiao sat by the window, looking at the snow, muttering to himself.

Today, Long Laixiang's business is a little quiet again.

It was for this reason that Li Changxiao had time to sit by the window and daydream.

"A drop of heart blood..."

"A book of 100 ghost techniques..."

Li Changxiao's slender white fingers were scribbling on the windowsill.

He looked down at the "Fu Tao Di" hanging around his waist, his thoughts drifting away.

perhaps……

It would be more appropriate to give this flute to Fu Ren.

Life returned to normal.

Because there is a mastermind behind the scenes, fanning the flames, Hu Lai Xiang's business is getting better and better.

In contrast, Longlaixiang's business became increasingly bleak. Li Changxiao often saw Yang Xiuhua wiping tears behind her back.

However, as soon as Li Changxiao approached, Yang Xiuhua glared at him and yelled at him to get back to work.

It is said that the Hemu Temple is dedicated to ensuring safe water transportation, so many merchants would burn a few incense sticks there before leaving home.

The Spring Festival is getting closer.

The city is getting busier and busier.

There were more and more refugees in the city, and they gathered at the prefect's door, begging him to give them a chance to survive.

Huang Tingsheng, the prefect of Longcheng, was actually a good official. Every morning and evening, his servants would cook a large pot of clear grain porridge outside the mansion.

The refugees had food to eat and gradually settled down.

However, it didn't last long, as Huang Tingsheng's food reserves were running low.

So he invited all the prestigious wealthy families in the city one by one and asked them to hand over part of their money and grain.

Those big investors were of the same family, so naturally they were unwilling to suffer losses, so they just laughed it off and tried to fool each other.

Put off again and again.

Gradually, the refugees became restless again...

Although Li Changxiao seldom left Longlaixiang Canteen, everything that happened in Longcheng did not escape his eyes.

Every night, he browses the dreams of countless creatures.

Prince Li Tianlei came to Longcheng, and although he was there to assist Si Nian, he actually had his own plans.

On the one hand, he began to pursue Si Nian, and attached great importance to incense and often went to ask for advice.

On the other hand, he quietly supported his own confidants in Longcheng.

Li Changxiao saw desires big and small.

Perhaps life span will disappear with spiritual energy, but greed will not.

Fu Ren is not alone in Longcheng.

In fact, he still has thirteen friends whose cultivation levels are almost the same as his. In this era when everything is withering, they stick together for warmth.