Chapter 227 Soul Tree

Just as the two were hesitating, a war report came again. As expected, after the aliens came, the war in Ganzhou immediately became fierce.

After reading the war report, Huang Feng asked: "What are your plans? Go to the remaining immortal gates first, or help Liuzhou's demon collection department to investigate the monsters?"

Li Motang sighed: "There is too little we can do."

Realizing that she was in a bad mood, Huang Feng said: "You rarely say such depressing words, it's not like you."

Li Motang looked at him: "Why is it like me?"

Huang Feng made a gesture of drawing a sword and pinched his throat: "If you keep talking, I will kill you!"

"Annoying!" Li Motang wanted to kick him and didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, but he felt better. Although there were few things he could do, it was okay. It wouldn't be too late to complain when he couldn't do anything.

"Let's leave the matter of Liuzhou to Lord Ding. Let's go to the remaining twelve immortal gates."

Li Motang made a decision quickly, but at this time a white bird flew into the window.

"What kind of bird is this?" Huang Feng saw this strange little bird fall into his hand, and just when he was about to ask, he saw the bird suddenly change, turned into a letter, and lay in his palm.

Seeing Huang Feng open the letter with a strange expression, Li Motang asked on the side: "Who gave it to you?"

"My master." Huang Feng looked at the words "I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much" on the letter, and wanted to crumple the letter. He was really lying with his eyes open.

But looking back, he slowly became serious.

"According to what I thought earlier, when the troubled times came, you and your fellow disciples should be able to stand on your own. Who knew that the situation would change faster than I expected.

I recently made a fortune telling and estimated that you are on the verge of breaking through. As a master, I will lend you a helping hand.

Next, you will follow this white bird to a place."

Without saying where it was or where it was, Huang Feng was about to complain, and the letter in his hand turned into a bird again and was about to fly out of the window.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Huang Feng grabbed the bird in his hand, clenched his hands and let it flutter in his hands.

Seeing this, Li Motang said, "What are you waiting for, go."

"Will you come with me?" Huang Feng asked.

Li Motang shook his head without thinking, "No, I don't know where it is, how far it is, and how long it will take. If I go with you, won't it delay the current things? You go quickly, I'll go to the remaining sects, we will act separately, it will be more efficient."

"Okay." Huang Feng also knew that the most urgent thing was that one of them must break through the realm, otherwise they could only do things like sending letters and investigating.

He let go of the bird in his hand, watched it fly into the air, and followed it while admonishing: "Be careful."

Li Motang nodded: "You too, I'll tell Lord Ding and set off."

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Huang Feng followed the bird all the way to the southwest. Liuzhou is the westernmost part of Daxia. To the southwest, the direction is the Great Wilderness.

He was a little nervous. Would Xu Jingshan intend to throw him to the Great Wilderness for training?

After flying for a day, Huang Feng had seen the abyss called "Immortal Punishment" that stretched for thousands of miles. He felt a strong sense of oppression even though it was still far away, and his emotions unconsciously became depressed and heavy.

"It lives up to its reputation." Huang Feng was mentally prepared to fly across the abyss, but when he was almost there, the little white bird in front of him suddenly turned a corner.

"Are you kidding me!" Huang Feng yelled angrily, but unfortunately the bird didn't understand human language and flew to a mountain next to the abyss.

From a distance, the trees on this mountain were all bald, no living creatures were seen, and it was full of loneliness.

Seeing that the little white bird was getting slower and slower, Huang Feng roughly guessed that this should be the destination, which made him even more confused: "What are you doing here?"

However, he believed that in the face of major events, the master should not play a trick on him.

When it came closer, the little white bird flapped its wings, landed on the mountain wall, and gradually merged into it.

Huang Feng widened his eyes and saw that the white bird turned into an inscription, engraved on it, and then the mountain gate opened, and a road appeared in front of him.

Walking into the mountains after a winding path, Huang Feng saw a world in the mountains, with a small village and people coming and going.

In the center of this world, there is a towering tree that occupies almost one-third of the space in the mountain. The tree gives him a very strange feeling, like a magnet, attracting him.

Without the white bird to lead the way, he can only grope on his own: "Can't you make it clearer in the letter!"

When he came to the entrance of the village, he was suddenly startled. He didn't even notice from a distance just now that the people in this village are not all living people with flesh and blood. Many of the men, women, old and young are souls, and living people are a minority.

The reason why they didn't feel it is because these souls have no yin or resentment. Except for the lack of flesh, they look no different from living people. Even the clever ghost didn't notice it.

Seeing strangers, the people in the village were quite surprised and didn't know what to do for a while.

An old man walked out from the villagers and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since we have had strangers here."

The other party was not hostile, Huang Feng respectfully asked: "Old sir, where is this?"

"Lingshu Village." Without waiting for Huang Feng to ask again, the old man smiled and said, "I see you have many questions, young man, follow me."

Huang Feng followed curiously, and the old man said to the villagers as he walked: "It's okay, everyone should do what they should do."

Some people dispersed, and some were still curiously looking at Huang Feng. Among them, a few children hid behind their mothers and secretly looked at him. When they saw him looking over, they quickly retracted their heads.

Huang Feng smiled and waved at them. A little girl even shyly raised her hand and responded to him.

Following the village chief into the house, the old man made a cup of tea for him. Huang Feng was puzzled at first. The soul could drink tea, but looking at the water in the cup, he couldn't tell whether it was real tea or fake tea.

"Thank you." Huang Feng raised the cup and drank it all. It seemed that there was tea in his mouth, but it seemed that there was no tea. There was a cool feeling, flowing down his throat into his body, washing his soul.

"What kind of tea is this?" Huang Feng was a little surprised.

"Don't worry." The old man smiled and pointed to the tall tree in the distance outside the window. "That is a soul tree, and the name of Lingshu Village comes from it.

Living under the soul tree, when you die, you will not enter reincarnation, nor turn into a ghost. You can abandon your physical body and continue to live peacefully in the world, just like when you are alive.

You can also see that just like this tea, including vegetables and seeds, are all transformed by the power of the soul tree. We sow, water, and live as usual, which also helps maintain the power of the soul tree. It can be said that we are interdependent with the soul tree."

Huang Feng raised a question: "If the living cannot die, why are there so few people in the village after so long?"

The old man sighed: "That's because the soul tree is sick."

"Sick?" Huang Feng is not unacceptable. Ordinary trees can get sick, so why can't fairy trees get sick!