I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 367
It has been half a month since I met the devil.

Chi Xuan's cultivation didn't grow any faster. Compared with the rapid progress of his previous cultivation, his current cultivation seems to be stagnant.

This is because every time he takes the elixir, he will first cut the elixir with his teeth.

Swallow the elixir only when the potency of the medicine is greatly reduced.

Use the subtle medicinal properties to improve your cultivation, so that you will not be beheaded by the demon king in the soul streamer.

Tu Shanjun saw all this in his eyes.

People are naturally afraid of the power they don't know.

Because his cultivation base was too high, Chi Xuan didn't feel any sense of security.

It was as if there was a hanging rope around Chixuan's neck. At some point, the rope would tighten and take his own life.

Tu Shanjun did not dissuade.

He will still provide Chixuan with a Yinhun Pill that is similar to Chixuan's cultivation level every day, and he will answer Chixuan's questions about his practice without refuting anything.

Tu Shanjun didn't think he was being fooled.The cultivation base is his own, and it is Chi Xuan himself who is not fooling others by deserting this kind of matter.

After half a month of getting along with each other, and with his spiritual consciousness entering the soul streamer, Chi Xuan has roughly understood it.

The soul-respecting banner is by no means as simple as a magic weapon.

Mr. Tu Shan does not restrict his freedom, so he often goes to hang out in the majestic city at the foot of the mountain.Whenever he met someone, he couldn't see through the cultivation base of the other party, but these people couldn't answer his questions.

At first, he thought it was because others ignored him, but later he found out that it was because these people didn't seem to have a clear mind, they only had a strong spiritual mind, and they acted according to certain established rules.

Even if he is in a big city, he feels lonely.

In this gray world, the only person who can answer his question is the owner of that Taoist temple.

The black-robed monk whom he secretly derogated as the Demon Lord.

……

"Master Dao, today's rice price has increased by another twenty renminbi, five taels of silver, and we can no longer get the original grain."

"Even if I lower the price, I can only lower the price by another five cents. If it's too low, the rest of the grain merchants in the city will find me in trouble." The young man in embroidered clothes cupped his hands, sighed slightly, and lowered his voice.

"It's also difficult to do it at the chamber of commerce."

Chi Xuan bowed slightly, and said generously: "Poverty understands."

The soaring price of food, which changes day by day, coupled with the fact that the food merchants have not distributed food, has caused many people to be unable to eat.

In the alley, there are more people selling their sons and daughters.

I heard that the recent market is that the price of male baby is higher than that of female baby, which is strange.

Chi Xuan is just a Taoist priest, he will distribute some of the money he has saved, but he is not the savior of the world.

There is no law to persuade parents who sell their sons and daughters.

The final result is probably that he took out the money to help them overcome the current difficulties, and then when their money was gone, he would continue to sell his sons and daughters.

Chixuan left the grain store, and then went to the medicine store.

Mr. Yang exclaimed in shock: "Master!"

"I didn't expect Mr. Yang to be here today."

Chi Xuan cupped his hands: "Some medicinal materials are used up, so come here to buy some."

"Come on, choose the best medicine for the Taoist priest."

Chi Xuan repeatedly waved his hands and said: "No need, no need, just give the poorest medicinal materials to the poor. The amount of medicinal materials that the poor need is not small, if you can save more, save more."

Expensive medicinal materials are indeed effective, but they are very expensive.

Poor medicinal materials may not be very effective, but they are still good medicines for curing diseases and saving lives. If he buys inferior medicinal materials with money, he can buy a lot more.

……

Cook porridge to relieve disaster victims and give alms to beggars.

By the way, Chi Xuan set up the stove and started to boil the medicinal soup, adding the magic talisman to maximize the effect of the medicine.

He didn't really understand why this happened.

Obviously Mingji County has a lot of fields, but the yamen didn't think about resettling these people, nor did they want to open warehouses to release food for relief.

Put a bowl of thin rice soup every day to keep them from starving to death, that's all.

The wealthy people in the city are dressed in Qiluo and wear sachets and smelling bags on their waists. The wine and meat squandered every day can be exchanged for countless times of food, and only one ration can save a person.

"Old cultivator, is there a way to change it?" Chi Xuan murmured.

"The emperor of the Great Cang Dynasty is not in a hurry, when will it be your turn to be a little Fangwai Taoist who is a third-level qi practitioner?" Chi Xuan's cold voice sounded in Chi Xuan's ear, it was a kind of indescribable coldness.

"His people are dead, what to you?"

Tu Shanjun's words were like a fishbone stuck in his throat, he couldn't spit it out, and couldn't swallow it. Chi Xuan, who was so choked, didn't know how to ask again, and felt that his breath was stuffed in his chest.

Neither is it to spit, nor is it not to spit.

Tu Shanjun was too lazy to help clean up this mess.

He just took out the previous generalizations, listed the rules and regulations, took out the system under his own rule, and then taught it by hand, and finally let this side be stable, what's the point.

Don't think about changing the law and trying to become stronger, hoping that a savior will appear, and then you can live and work in peace and contentment.

Stupid!

Mr. Tu Shan is not in the habit of crying over graves, let alone carrying other people's coffins to his own to cry.

As for those who ran to other people's land and cried for other graves, they were even more nervous.

Chi Xuan suddenly became silent.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "My master picked me up from the dead when he accepted me. I am weak and sick, and my qualifications are not good."

"At that time, there was a nobleman who sent his bastard to learn magic techniques, and that person was of high aptitude."

"However, there is only one true biography of Chiyang Palace..."

Chi Xuan didn't say anything more, perhaps because he was touched by the scene, or because he heard Tu Shanjun's cold words, he felt that this should not be the case, so he said a few more sentences.

After all this work, it was evening.

After getting out, Chi Xuan went to the tavern.

Just as he lifted the curtain in front of him, someone was already waiting there not far away, shouting: "Master Taoist."

"Put a pot of green bamboo leaves."

Chi Xuan sat calmly on the seat.

Old man Chen wiped his hands, took out the bamboo leaf green that had been prepared a long time ago, put it on the table in front of Chixuan, and said: "I heard that the Taoist priest came to the county in the morning, it seems that today is not so easy."

Chi Xuan poured the wine himself and said, "There's nothing easy about it."

"The child came as soon as he heard your footsteps, and ran dozens of times in one afternoon."

"Is the child okay?"

"I would also like to thank the Taoist priest for a few good medicines."

"Young old man, don't disturb Taoist Priest's elegant mood." Old man Chen left wisely, leaving Chi Xuan alone.

The aura floated in front of him, and a faint figure appeared in front of Chi Xuan.

"You..."

Chi Xuan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly looked around in panic to check the reactions of other drinkers.

"A little trick."

The pale figure that appeared pointed to Chi Xuan's eyes and said, "Only you can see this shadow of me."

Tu Shanjun's real body is the pinnacle of Jindan, not to mention Qi training, even foundation building can't make his real body come out.

The shallow figure in the first level of Qi training in front of him is nothing more than Tu Shanjun entrusting his own ray of consciousness to the past, and then selecting a new Yin God from the Soul Banner to transform into an avatar.

With this amount of mana drawn, the avatar doesn't even have combat power.

"Then what is the old cultivator doing?"

"It's not always because of a drink."

"I wanted to drink it. Think about it and don't cause trouble for you." Tu Shanjun's tone was full of regret.

"What's the trouble with drinking?"

Chi Xuan didn't know what to say, and replied lightly, he couldn't guess what the devil wanted to do, but the other party walked out like this, which made him feel surprised and frightened.

This shows that the opponent's actions will not be too restricted.

Hearing Chi Xuan's words, Tu Shanjun smiled lightly.

He sensed that a jar of spiritual wine brewed with the power of incense and fire was placed at the bottom of the wine cellar. He wanted to buy it to taste the taste, but after thinking about it, he gave it up.

There is no need to affect Chi Xuan because of drinking.

Along the way, you have seen almost everything you should see, and you know almost everything you should know.

The thick incense and wish power covering Jicheng looks like a piece of cake with cream, making people want to take away the box containing the cake.

That is because he did not want to persecute, nor did he intend to kill Chi Xuan.

Otherwise, Tu Shanjun will definitely use his magic power to wave the soul banner, absorbing the gathered incense and wish power.

The place where thousands of incense sticks gather is not a temple or a Taoist temple.

It was the county government office!

Tu Shanjun did not explain these things to Chi Xuan.

Even Chi Xuan would not understand.

All in all, the world does look strange.

Tu Shanjun suspected that he might have landed in this place at a specific time and place because of the seal of the Great Black Mountain.

"Looking back suddenly, it turned out that I had to look for the reason in myself."

Tu Shanjun looked at the seal of Daheishan in the sea of ​​consciousness. This seal is a fusion of the divine instrument and the cornerstone of Daheishan. It is a magic weapon, and it is also a treasure to mobilize and suppress the power of incense.

……

Jicheng.

County government.

The county magistrate of Ji County was receiving a man in a long gown and not tall. The man had a mustache and looked a little funny.

But the county magistrate dared not laugh at it.

Because the person in front of him is an imperial envoy of the imperial court.

The long-clothed man twirled his beard, and said in a deep voice, "Magistrate Hu, why did the people in your territory increase, but the confiscated items did not increase, but gradually decreased. When I passed by the county town, the county guard told me over this."

"A few officials, a few grades of salary, must not cross the line."

County magistrate Hu knelt on the ground with a thud, and shouted, "Master Imperial Envoy, I am wronged by you."

"Wang Decai died, and the next official took over. It's only been a few years now. The prestige is insufficient, the government affairs are busy, and there are natural and man-made disasters. To recover to this level, the next official has done his best."

"The lower officials don't dare to be greedy for ink."

"If it's true that the lower officials have been greedy for ink, they wouldn't be at such a level now."

The long-clothed guest waved his hand and said: "Okay, I know, I just asked Shangguan for you."

"Your difficulties, I will report back to the court."

"I am here to bring the missions assigned by the imperial court to your counties and counties. All the records are here. You can read them and memorize them silently without leaving any traces." To magistrate Hu.

County magistrate Hu tremblingly took the talisman paper, opened it, and his pupils shrank immediately: "Really?!"

"Do your job well, and when this matter is completed, the imperial court will reward you, and His Majesty will remember your contribution."

The drifting sound drifted away.

Magistrate Hu raised his head abruptly, but the man in long gown had disappeared.

Look at the talisman scroll in his hand, which has turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.

(End of this chapter)