Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

In the past, even if there were cultivators, they were no match for the dragon.

"You killed the dragon and caused us to be in this state now. I will kill you!"

A gray-haired old woman picked up a stone and threw it at Luoyang.

But the stone was thrown in front of him and fell straight to the ground.

Only then did everyone realize that the one who could kill the dragon was not an ordinary person like them.

In an instant, sounds of crying and wailing were heard.

"Shut up." Luo Shan felt as if a hundred mosquitoes were buzzing, making her very uncomfortable.

It would have been fine if she didn't speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the wailing became even louder.

"Who you believe in is naturally none of our business. I killed this dragon only because I wanted to live."

After all, if she didn't resist, she would be sacrificed alive.

This made everyone choke, and someone said angrily:

"It's obvious that you did it on purpose."

"Yes, I did it on purpose. Why, do you want to avenge it?" Luo Shan didn't have the heart to explain. She didn't practice faith, so whether these people hated her or something else would not have any impact on her.

The reason I came here was to eliminate part of the cause and effect caused by myself.

These causes and effects will not affect her path of cultivation, but Luo Shan believes that she was indeed partly responsible.

After hearing Luo Shan's direct admission, the man choked up for a moment. His lips moved for a long time but he couldn't utter a word.

Luo Shan's righteous look obviously aroused the anger of some people, and they immediately threw several stones.

But for Luo San, he couldn't be hurt at all.

He stretched out his hand and caught a stone, then crushed it into powder in front of everyone, looking straight at them.

"Do you think you are like this because of me?"

"Do you think the dragon you believe in is really a dragon?"

"Although the word 'jiaolong' has the word 'dragon' in it, it is not a real dragon. Jiao is a monster."

After Luo Shan finished speaking, he looked at the pale faces of these ordinary people and began to feel heartbroken again:

"After all, true gods have little interest in the lives of ordinary mortals."

"Over the past few years, you have believed in evil spirits and harmed more than a hundred people. Now you have reaped the fruits of your own labor and have become what you are now. How can this not be a punishment from the heavens?"

"No, it's not like that!" Some people couldn't accept what Luo Shan said, so they knelt on the ground, looking at the sky with tears in their eyes.

Luo San's words, with their spiritual power, were heard clearly by the people of the entire capital, and even the King of Yue.

No one could accept it, but at this moment, it started to rain heavily, hitting the faces of these ordinary people.

"You see, even Heaven mourns those who died."

As Luo San finished speaking, the King of Yue spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell down completely.

The aging eunuchs and the palace maids who served him hurried to support him. After the last cry of "Your Majesty has passed away," a clear bell rang out from the Kingdom of Yue.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, if you keep talking, these people may not be able to bear it and commit suicide."

The corner of Ling Wanran's mouth twitched. She knew that Luo San was good at talking, and she thought that Fellow Daoist Luo would not care about these ordinary people. After all, as a Mahayana cultivator, it would be too ungentlemanly to care about mortals.

But I never expected that in the eyes of Brother Luo, mortals and cultivators are treated equally and there is absolutely no distinction.

Hearing Ling Wanran's words, Luo Shan nodded, showing great respect.

"You were sucked of vitality by the dragon, so you aged faster. But after all, it has something to do with us, so we will also prepare some elixirs to restore your vitality."

"It's just that you are mortals and cannot take it directly. Fellow Daoist Luo and I will prepare spiritual water at the city gate. After you take it, although you can't recover as before, it will have some effect."

Compared to Luo Shan's heartbreaking remarks, Ling Wanran's attitude was quite mild.

After hearing these words, ordinary people gradually calmed down.

I am even more looking forward to the so-called spiritual water.

Drinking the magical water given by the immortal will definitely prolong your life.

Maybe, I could even ask the immortal for an elixir and achieve immortality?

"Fellow Daoist Ling, why are you making so much trouble?" Luo Shan had no good feelings towards these common people. The ones who could be considered innocent were the dead beggars.

These people use other people's lives to exchange for profits. In modern terms, aren't they human traffickers?

"Fellow Daoist Luo, this is the fastest way." Ling Wanran explained.

"Yue Country is the heart of the entire Wufang Realm. That dragon has the heart of the earth veins. Obviously there is someone behind this. We should not delay here any longer. We should eliminate the cause and effect as soon as possible."

Luo Shan understood Ling Wanran's words:

"Fellow Daoist Ling, do you know the dragon's cave?"

"If my deduction is correct, it should be not far away." Ling Wanran made this deduction based on a formation diagram obtained in the State of Yan.

"Okay." Luo San nodded. In this way, the problems of these ordinary people can be solved as soon as possible.

For the next five days, Luo Shan and Ling Wanran scooped spiritual water for ordinary people in the city at the city gate.

After ordinary people drank it, although their gray hair did not return to normal, their mental state looked much better.

Perhaps it was because Ling Wanran looked easy to talk to, so those ordinary mortals even wanted to ask Ling Wanran to give them an elixir.

Luo Shan's mouth twitched as he listened. Magic pill, it's amazing how these people could come up with it.

After staying at the city gate for several days in a row, Luo San's patience was almost exhausted, mainly because these fools looked at him from time to time in a way that made Luo San extremely uncomfortable.

"Immortal pill? I'll send you directly to heaven to ask the immortal for it in person, okay?" Luo San rolled his eyes. After staying in the mortal world for a long time, Luo San's originally calm temperament seemed to have changed.

But it doesn't matter. She wants to cultivate the appearance of all living beings, and naturally she needs to gain some insights into greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt.

After staying for another two days, Luo Shan and Ling Wanran were ready to leave, but early in the morning of the seventh day.

Luo Shan heard the loud suona and intermittent sobbing and wailing.

As soon as he released his spiritual sense, many families carried coffins out of the house. Paper money was flying all over the street. Filial sons and grandsons in mourning clothes lowered their heads, and the whole team was filled with a suppressed deathly atmosphere.

Luo Shan originally just casually scanned with his spiritual sense, but after seeing the word "甸" in front of Hei Mu's coffin, his soul seemed to be touched.

The Yin-Yang Soul Domain was released silently, and the several teams of white coffin bearers looked at the suddenly foggy streets, all of them feeling a little panicked.

The filial son and grandson were so sad that they didn't notice this scene. Luo Shan felt it carefully.

The cycle of Yin and Yang is also the cycle of life and death. Life represents death, and death represents rebirth. Only such a cycle is the cycle of life and death, Yin and Yang.