Chapter 83 Chapter 83: Without emotions and desires, it is better to die peacefully...

Since the Xianfeifang only had activities at night, Meng Chen did not stay long. He turned around and left the place, continuing to walk. After walking for more than an hour, he just bypassed the green lake and walked into an ancient alley. The stones on the ground were all smooth from being trampled.

Always seeing magnificent palaces and continuous palaces, Meng Chen wanted to enter these ancient alleys to see what he would encounter in these nooks and crannies.

After turning many corners, he walked out of the ancient alley and unexpectedly entered a free market and came to a bustling place.

Meng Chen was very surprised. Although these were just some street stalls and looked much shabby compared to those in the palaces, there were quite a few good things on the ground.

Black copper essence, red blood essence, dragon blood soil, star stone...all kinds of precious materials are available.

Many things are hard to find in the outside world, but they can be found in a corner of Qingdi City.

This made him sigh that Qingdi City was worthy of being the top city in the Five Elements State and even in the Cangxuan Domain.

These things can only be put on street stalls. There is no telling how many corners like this there are. There must be countless similar free markets.

It can be inferred that there must be more precious things in those magnificent buildings and palaces.

Meng Chen turned around for a while and saw many rare medicinal herbs, such as Hundred Blood Spirit Flower, Phoenix Grass, Silver Moon Fruit, Purple Jade Lotus... all of these spiritual plants and precious medicines were fragrant and they were all treasures.

"As long as you have spirit stones, you can buy anything."

He sighed a little. As expected, no matter in which world, the currency of economic flow is omnipotent.

Meng Chen walked around half of the market and came to a place where stones were sold. Each of these stalls only had a few stones on display. They looked very ordinary and there was nothing unusual about them.

Although these stones look ordinary, the things contained inside them are not simple.

The stone is called the Soul Sealing Stone, and its origin is extremely ancient, dating back to countless eras before the end of the Dharma.

The Dharma Ending Age is a great calamity for cultivators. Once the Dharma Ending Age arrives, even the most powerful cultivator will regress and die due to the depletion of spiritual energy. Even the spiritual creatures nurtured by heaven and earth will lose their spirituality and return to dust.

Therefore, in order to ensure that they can successfully survive the catastrophe of the end of the Dharma, some beings will seal themselves and the treasures they possess in soul-sealing stones when the catastrophe approaches, to prevent the loss of their spiritual power.

However, there are only a few cultivators who can survive the catastrophe of the end of the Dharma, but their treasures are all preserved under the seal of the Soul Sealing Stone.

Thus, the industry of gambling on stones came into being, and what one is betting on is the treasure contained in this sealed spiritual stone.

This was not the first time Meng Chen had come into contact with soul-sealing stones. He had obtained a batch of soul-sealing stones in a secret realm in recent times, and had produced many good things from them.

Out of curiosity, he asked the stall owner how much these Sealing Spirit Stones cost. He was shocked to find that they were ridiculously expensive.

A palm-sized soul-sealing stone would cost tens of thousands of high-quality soul stones.

"Young man, buy a piece of Spirit Sealing Stone. It's reputable and made in Xuanchu Mountain. Sometimes, amazing treasures can be cut out of it."

The stall owner squatted on the ground and sold Meng Chen a few pieces of Xuanchu Mountain's Sealing Spirit Stones on the stall.

Xuanchu Mountain, the most ancient mountain in the Cangxuan Realm, is rich in various soul-sealing stones. It is also the burial place of countless cultivators who wanted to survive the catastrophe of the last days of the Dharma.

Meng Chen declined politely, he was not a sucker.

There are a lot of people in Ziyoufang Market, coming and going, and some people stop from time to time.

Meng Chen walked around and when he looked up, he was shocked to see a group of suspended palaces in the sky above the Ziyou Market. They were majestic and even more magnificent than any palaces he had seen before.

"What is that place?"

"That's Baoyuan Auction House, the largest auction house in Qingdi City. Rare treasures are often sold here at sky-high prices." A passerby explained to Meng Chen.

Hearing that it was the Baoyuan Auction House, Meng Chen's eyes lit up. He came here just for this. He immediately asked, "Fellow Daoist, what is being auctioned at the Baoyuan Auction House?"

Passerby: "We have everything. You can't think of it. There is nothing that Baoyuan doesn't have."

Meng Chen became even more interested when he heard it.

After a moment, he left the Free Market.

Qingdi City is extremely luxurious and has everything. It has the Gambling Stone Shop, Fengyue Land, Zuixianju and other places that inspire people to strive for progress. This is a magic city where people can be radical, but also where they can while away time and indulge in decadence.

After walking around for most of the day, Meng Chen had only walked through a small area, less than a corner of Qingdi City. This city was really too big. From one end to the other, it was said to be nearly five or six thousand miles.

As night falls, Qingdi City is gorgeous at night. The stars in the sky hang down like thin smoke, falling into the city, and the moonlight flows down like water waves.

The Qingdi City is not quiet at night. There are pedestrians in the streets and alleys, and melodious music can be heard from the palaces.

Along the main street, there are countless palaces, magnificent and brightly lit. Everywhere you look, you can see the brilliance of the place.

The singing is faint and ethereal, touching the heart and making people intoxicated.

Qingdi City is a city that never sleeps, with palaces everywhere, spiritual aura lingering, auspicious clouds blooming, a scene like a dream.

Meng Chen randomly found a pavilion to sit down and taste the spiritual food. In his ears, he heard several discussions. It seemed that they were cultivators who had just entered Qingdi City like him.

A handsome and innocent-looking boy said, "Most of the people in Qingdi City are cultivators, but why are there so many gambling houses and romantic places in the city? Why is it so indulgent? It doesn't seem like a fairyland, but more like a devil's land that makes people sink."

The tall and strong middle-aged man beside him smiled and said, "Cultivators are also human beings. They are not practicing the path of ruthlessness. They all have seven emotions and six desires. Whether it is Qingdi City or the ordinary city, there is no difference."

The young man continued, "But shouldn't we cultivators be pure-hearted and free from desires? Should we pursue the supreme immortal path? How can we be so extravagant?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and taught: "This is not extravagance, this is following one's heart and letting one's emotions run wild. The path to immortality is already full of difficulties, why do you have to practice so hard?"

"There are numerous ways to cultivate, and different people have different ways. Some people seek immortality in the mortal world. Especially those who have a high level of cultivation, when they reach a certain level, they don't have to retreat. Many people experience the five colors and re-enter the mortal world to find an opportunity to break through."

Hearing this, the young man fell into deep thought.

The stars were shining, the moonlight was like water, and the whole Qingdi City was shrouded in a sacred veil, a magnificent scene, with singing and piano music gently ringing.

The fragrant aroma of wine wafted from the sky, and a luxurious palace was dazzling and brightly lit, suspended in the sky beside the street.

"Great wine, definitely a thousand-year-old wine, a peerless wine!"

Some passers-by looked up at the wine palace in the sky, with an intoxicated look on their faces, full of emotion and envy.

In a palace, there is a beautiful woman swaying, making people obsessed and attracting the pursuit of male cultivators. There is also a male cultivator dancing with a gun, attracting the hearts of female cultivators.

Meng Chen looked at the various scenes in Qingdi City. Whether they were mortals or cultivators, they could not escape the seven emotions and six desires, and he was no exception.

If a person is free from all emotions, it is better for him to die in peace.

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PS: No, I can’t hold on any longer, I’m so sleepy, I want to write one more chapter, but I can’t even open my eyes, I’m sleeping, sleeping…

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