Could it be....
A thought flashed through Xuanqing's mind.
He gently touched the mysterious energy with his fingertips.
In an instant.
Mana in his Dantian surged, creating a strong suction force that absorbed the mysterious energy into his mind.
At that moment, Xuanqing realized the truth.
Merits!
This energy was Human Merit.
In the records of Daoism, those with a large amount of Human Merit are immune to disasters and the suffering of Hell, and if they cultivate, they can avoid tribulations and inner demons.
"Could it be that saving people can obtain Human Merit?"
"In that case, why not go to Journey to the West World, where many people are starving and persecuted by the Devil Race? If they were saved, wouldn't that grant a lot of Human Merit?"
"If that's not feasible, in reality, going to Hei Province to rescue those like Ode Biao would also yield a large amount of Merit!"
These thoughts ran through Xuanqing's mind.
However.
Things shouldn't be that simple.
With his current cultivation, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand bullets, so he couldn't act recklessly abroad.
As for Journey to the West World, it was also hard to say.
After all, the cultivators in Journey to the West World weren't fools.
If they really could easily save human civilians and obtain such wonderful things as Human Merit, those gods, immortals, and cultivators wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.
In order to find the concrete result, he could only go to Journey to the West World and give it a try.
Suddenly.
Knock~ Knock Knock
There was a knock on the door.
Xuanqing smiled faintly, picked up an umbrella, and went to the courtyard to open the door. Without thinking, he knew that it was the intern journalist Yang Ying who had come back.
Creak~ Opening the courtyard door.
As he expected.
He saw a dirty Yang Ying, standing nervously at the door, and behind her was a grinning male colleague with a camera.
"Daoist Priest, I just..." Yang Ying's eyes reddened as she tried to say something.
Before she could finish her words, Xuanqing interrupted her.
"Miss Yang Ying, there's no need to say more, I understand!" Xuanqing waved his hand and said indifferently.
"Th...Thank you, Daoist Priest!" Yang Ying bowed slightly, looked at him with complicated eyes, tried to say something else, but couldn't utter any words.
....
Qingping Temple wasn't large.
Although there were several extra rooms, they were covered in dust and had not been cleaned out yet.
Therefore.
Xuanqing didn't let the two of them stay. After the drenched girl dried her clothes, he had them both leave the mountain.
As soon as they left.
He couldn't wait to enter the Game World to recharge his Merit and see how many Ingots he could get.
He took out his phone.
With the time ratio between the two worlds, more than half a day had passed in reality, which equated to six or seven days in the game.
With a thought.
"Enter the game!"
....
Game World.
In a cave at the edge of the Black Wind Mountain Range.
Xuanqing opened his eyes.
Although his character had been unconscious for five or six days, he didn't feel hungry due to having mana in his body and being at the Intermediate stage of Qi Introduction.
"Recharge Ingots!"
[Ding~ You can currently recharge 60 Ingots, do you want to exchange them all for Ingots?]
"Exchange them all!"
[Ingots +60]
Hearing the Ingots' arrival prompt, Xuanqing thoughtfully considered it.
In this Immortal Cultivation Game, each Ingot could be used to idle for a day, and 60 Ingots would be enough to idle for two whole months.
"Open Character Panel!"
[Name]: Xuanqing
[Grade]: Taiji Palace selected Scholar of Five Thunder Court, Right Judge, Conjoined with Thunder Administration Affairs (9th Rank)
[Cultivation]: Qi Introduction (Intermediate)
[Cultivation Method]: Basic Breathing Method (Passive)
[Ingot]: 60
"Although the game world has sixty days, if you stay in the real world, you will only have six days."
"It's better to try it now, save those who are about to die in this Journey to the West World, and see if you can get some merit."
Xuanqing thought the same in his heart.
Then.
He stood up, left Black Wind Mountain, and went to the small town below the mountain.
...
Arriving at the town.
The bustling streets were quite lively.
However, behind this bustle, countless tragic events were hidden.
Even in the Tang Dynasty, there were people who were under extreme poverty and facing starvation, let alone the border between the two countries.
Just asked around for a bit.
Xuanqing found a suburban slum outside the town.
The decaying door and cracked earthen walls made these houses in the civilian cave virtually without any cold resistance function.
When winter comes, I don't know how many people could survive it.
He found the most dilapidated house.
Knocking ~ knocking
Knocking on the door!
"Is anyone there? I, the poor Daoist, have come to ask for a bowl of water to drink!"
No one responded.
"Huh, there is clearly someone inside, why isn't anyone opening the door?" Xuanqing wondered in his heart.
After cultivating, his senses of Qi would be enhanced, he could clearly sense that there should be someone inside the room.
After a while.
Just when Xuanqing was about to leave, the door was pushed open.
It squeaked~
What came into view was a ragged, short child who was too thin to even distinguish if it was a boy or a girl from the appearance.
He could only perceive from the aura that this was a little girl.
"Big brother, are you thirsty?" The weak girl tilted her head and asked in a sticky sweet manner.
"I am going down the mountain to practice, and I am passing by this place, I want to ask for a bowl of water to drink!" Xuanqing slightly bowed his hand in salute.
"Oh, big brother, please come in!"
The girl was smiling with an innocent and charming smile, inviting Xuanqing, the guest.
Entering the room!
Xuanqing looked around, this room was about twenty square meters in size, but it seemed very spacious, because there was nothing else in it except for a mat on the ground and a cold stove.
What's worth mentioning is.
On the mat, there was a stooped figure, with both eyes tightly closed, lying on it, and even the presence of an extra person in the room did not get any reaction.
From the aura that seemed to drift away from his breathing, it was not hard to see that the other party's life was about to come to an end, and there was not much time left for living.
"Big brother, give it, drink it quickly, it will all leak out in a while!" The girl carefully held the bowl, blocking the broken hole below.
"Thank you!"
Xuanqing drank the water in one gulp.
The water did not taste good, and had a sour and astringent taste, it was fortunate that he was a cultivator, otherwise, he would certainly have a stomachache from drinking it.
"Who is this?" Xuanqing looked at the still, curled-up figure on the mat.
"This is my mother, she sleeps too much, has been asleep for a long time!" The girl stuck her tongue out and said somewhat embarrassedly.
Xuanqing sighed in his heart and said solemnly, "I, the poor Daoist, received your kindness from a bowl of water, and now I will return it to you!"
For Daoists, everything has its own fate trajectory, and they will only intervene when their own fate is connected.
That's why Xuanqing asked for a bowl of water to drink before intending to earn merit.
"What is big brother talking about? I don't understand!" The girl tilted her head, confused.
Xuanqing smiled and shook his head, without giving an explanation.
He came to the side of the mat, opened the quilt, and placed his right hand on the old woman's wrist.
Dry, a bit stiff, even not looking like a living person's wrist.
Buzz~
Xuanqing mobilized the mana in his Dantian, first kept the old woman's life hanging, and sorted out the badly damaged meridians by the way!
The girl standing by seemed to understand something, her eyes were sparkling with stars, looking forward to the big brother in front of her with great anticipation.