Purgatory Artist-Chapter 477: The So-called Saint

It was dark, but the stars illuminated like millions of fireflies.

Under the moonlight, the village in the distance was lit up with sparks of fire.

Liu Ping and the old Daoist priest sat in the field beside the ridge. They started a bonfire and roasted a few fish.

The old Daoist took a bite of the fish and drank a mouthful of wine. He seemed to be very happy.

Liu Ping was only five years old. Although he was already a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had to cultivate merit now. It was inappropriate for him to drink wine at the age of five. He could only drink the spring water in the gourd silently.

"Master."

"Yes?"

"How do you think I should accumulate merit points quickly?"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. Of course, it's the fastest way to save people. But we don't know where people will die, so let's take it slow."

Liu Ping thought for a moment and said, "If someone deliberately created a huge disaster and then went to save those who were affected by it, wouldn't there be merit?"

"Hmph!"

The old Daoist sneered. "The Heavenly Dao is reincarnation. Everything is clear. You can't hide it from the heavens. You have to have real merit. Do you think you can hide it from the heavens?"

"Master, you even know about this?" Liu Ping was surprised.

"Of course. There are civilizations everywhere in the world. Your master has dabbled in various human civilizations. Naturally, I know more than you."

The old Daoist priest said proudly.

Liu Ping fell into deep thought.

Thinking back to the past.

As he resisted ascension, he never heard his master talk about the Heavens beyond Heaven. Therefore, he did not know how much his master knew.

Now, it seemed that before the entire world fell into a dark drama, his master was able to detect it in advance and help him make arrangements in time. Then, he escaped successfully.

His master was still very good in this aspect.

"Then, I'll just have to work hard and accumulate merit points."

Liu Ping sighed and casually took out a few copper coins and scattered them on the ground.

The old Daoist priest looked at the copper coins and said calmly, "There's someone seeking death 38,000 miles away. Are you going to save him?"

Liu Ping also stared at the copper coins and said, "He's going to die in one breath. Look, he's already dead. I can't save him in time."

The old Daoist priest put down the grilled fish and grabbed the copper coins and scattered them again.

The copper coins clanked as they fell to the ground, reappearing with different faces facing upwards.

"There's a life and death duel 89,000 miles away. Do you want to save him?"

"It's too late. By the time we get there, it'll be too late."

"See, so it's not that easy to accumulate merit by saving people."

"Sigh ..."

Liu Ping was a little distressed.

What should he do to accumulate enough merit?

Without Merit, he wouldn't be able to summon the spirits of the Samsara, and he wouldn't be able to create the martial scripture that could defeat the nightmare.

Suddenly.

The sound of footsteps could be heard not far away.

The master and disciple looked in the direction of the voice.

More than a dozen muscular men with weapons in their hands were turning down the mountain road and were about to run towards the village.

They suddenly saw the bonfire and stopped in their tracks.

"Who are you?"

The leader of the group shouted.

"A fortune teller," Liu Ping said.

"What are you doing here?" The man continued to ask.

"We're just passing by this place. We'll rest here for a while." The old Daoist cupped his hands and smiled.

The people on the other side looked at the two of them and saw that the two of them were thin and weak. Their clothes were ragged and they were unarmed. They couldn't help but relax.

"Hmph, there's nothing to gain from killing him. Let's go."

The leader said.

A skinny man behind him pulled him back and whispered, "Brother Zhang, don't be anxious. Look at the copper coins in front of them."

The leader, Brother Zhang, took a look. Indeed, there were five or six copper coins scattered around the bonfire.

He knocked the skinny man's head hard and shouted, "Idiot!bI'm the King of Mountain Patrol. I'm in the business of killing and robbing. Do you want me to rob a few copper coins? "

"Yes, Brother Zhang is right," the skinny man hurriedly said.

Brother Zhang stopped and shouted at the master and disciple, "You two, hand over the copper coins. Otherwise, we'll have to rob you. Do you understand?"

"Aren't you robbing us?" Liu Ping muttered.

He casually calculated and looked at the dozen men with weapons. Then, he looked at the village in the distance.

Lines of burning words appeared in front of his eyes:

[You've noticed the intentions of these bandits.]

[The heavens are virtuous. If you defeat them and save the village, you'll receive a certain amount of merit.]

Liu Ping happily stood up in front of the fire and walked towards the group of people with the fire stick in his hand.

The bandits on the other side noticed his intentions and laughed out loud.

"Kid, what are you doing with that stick?" Brother Zhang asked with his arms crossed.

"To kill you," the blind child laughed.

His footsteps became faster and faster.

Suddenly.

Two more lines of small burning words appeared:

[Attention!]

[You can't kill. Otherwise, your merit will be depleted.]

Liu Ping's hand paused.

A man opposite him pulled out his knife and said, "This kid is disobedient. I'll send him to heaven."

He stabbed his knife at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping casually blocked it and rushed into the crowd. He swung the fire stick back and forth. Instantly, the bandits were thrown off their horses and lying on the ground, wailing and howling.

There were no casualties.

"Eh? I always say that you're too murderous. Have you changed today? "the old Daoist said in surprise.

Liu Ping held the fire stick and did not move. It was as if he had encountered a problem.

Don't kill these people.

After they recover from their injuries, they'll rob others sooner or later.

Kill these people.

My merit will be depleted. It's not worth it.

What should I do?

He thought carefully and shouted at the old Daoist, "Master, I'll calculate the fate of these people. If they kill people in the future, I'll kill them. That won't be considered a loss of merit, right?"

The old Daoist drank a mouthful of wine from the gourd and sat in front of the fire, fanning himself. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Fate will change. Although this is what you're calculating now, who can guarantee that it won't change in the future?"

Liu Ping sighed, "I'm afraid of this."

"Not to mention that some people can repent and change their fate, just to say that you're killing someone in advance because they might kill people in the future doesn't seem to be justified," the old Daoist continued.

Liu Ping stabbed the fire stick into the ground and looked at the bandits who were rolling on the ground.

He scratched his head in distress and asked, "Brother Zhang, why did you become bandits? Don't lie. You know that we're cultivators. If you lie, I'll know. I'll kill you. "

Brother Zhang crawled in front of him and kowtowed.

"Immortal Master, there was a flood in our hometown. The fields were washed away and the cows and sheep died. We can't live anymore!"

Liu Ping sensed that this person was telling the truth.

"Immortal Master, I'm telling the truth. If there's food to eat and fields to farm, who would be willing to be bandits!"

Brother Zhang continued kowtowing.

An idea suddenly flashed across Liu Ping's mind.

He said loudly, "Master, I have an idea."

"Oh? Tell me about it, "the old Daoist replied as he fanned himself.

"As the saying goes, those who are good at fighting have no merit. We don't have to run around saving people. We just need to let everyone have food to eat, a place to stay and a life to live. All living beings have their own places and lives. Naturally, we'll be able to obtain merit."

Liu Ping said loudly.

The old Daoist clapped and smiled, "That's a good idea. But how are you going to achieve this?"

At this moment, Liu Ping had an epiphany and said casually,

"First, we'll unify the world. Then, we'll create a cultivation technique that everyone can cultivate. No matter how talented they are, they can cultivate it. The only thing that's not good is not sincere."

"You want to create a set of good techniques. That's not a joke. Since ancient times, only those who have transcended mortality and entered the Saint realm can do it," the old Taoist said.

Transcending mortality and entering the Saint realm

An idea flashed across Liu Ping's mind.

He came from the Nightmare Layer. First, he met the spirits in that blank history. Then, he fought with the nightmare creatures and finally landed in this parallel world.

All of this was to create a martial sutra that transcended mortality and entered the Saint realm.

Perhaps the so-called transcendence and entering the Saint realm did not refer to how strong the martial sutra was. Instead, it referred to how it could benefit the masses and allow all sentient beings to escape from suffering!

In that case ...

The realm of a Saint.

It did not refer to how strong one was. Instead, it referred to how one contributed to the world and how one educated all living beings.

Liu Ping stood still. He felt as if he had been enlightened. He completely understood the core of the so-called "Martial Scripture, the Greatest Martial Scripture".

With that thought, a line of burning words appeared in front of Liu Ping's eyes.

[You have already obtained the title of 'Twilight's Embrace'.]

[You have comprehended the true essence of a Saint.]

[Please complete the journey of a Saint and let 'Twilight's Embrace' evolve into a more powerful Saint-level title.]

All the words were retracted.

Liu Ping suddenly looked at Brother Zhang and said, "Let's go. Bring me to your village."

Brother Zhang hesitated and said, "Immortal Master, you want to ..."

Liu Ping smiled and said, "We rarely do anything for mortals. So, you have to seize this opportunity. My master and I will cast spells to help you clear all the disasters caused by the flood so that the crops will grow again."

"Really?" Brother Zhang said excitedly.

"Let's go. Cultivators usually don't farm. However, I just happened to study the relevant technology and came up with a set of secret farming techniques. As long as you are at the third level of Qi Refinement, you can cast it," Liu Ping said.

"May I know what secret technique it is?" Brother Zhang asked curiously.

"The name of the technique is: Who said that there are only cows that die from exhaustion and no land that can be plowed? Today, I'll show you how powerful a cow that knows spells can be when it comes to plowing."

Liu Ping said seriously.