Chapter 256 Travel
Puhong waved his hand: "It's okay, he studied the 'Book of Heaven', not the 'Dafan Prajna', so it has nothing to do with my temple. On the contrary, my temple got him the opportunity to glimpse the mystery of the 'Book of Heaven'. Cheap."

He said leisurely: "What's more, Taoist Wuxin can unify the Demon Sect. His ability is rare in the world. I think he acts in a very organized way, not like an evil person. Having him in charge of the Demon Sect can reduce many disasters in the world."

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said slowly: "Amitabha, the abbot is merciful."

Yi Qingchen did not return to Kongsang Mountain after leaving Tianyin Temple, but chose to travel around the world.

Practice can be urgent or slow, not overnight.

He has cultivated both Jindan and Yuanshen, so he is naturally not in a hurry.

Ming Huazong has enough elixir and spirit stones to support his continuous practice.

Let's relax for a while before talking.

Eat and drink.

The world of mortals is thirty thousand feet high, and there are intoxicating places everywhere.

The system of this world is relatively primitive, there is no unified dynasty, only scattered cities.

The strength of ordinary people is insufficient, and it is difficult to cross the barren mountains and wild forests.

There are too few people who practice Taoism. Although they rely on the famous sects to suppress the development of monsters and beasts, they are unable to expand the domain of the human race after all.

The vast majority of people live in cities or around cities and immortal sects to avoid being invaded by monsters.

Taichang City.

After Yi Qingchen ate and drank in the largest restaurant, he was aroused by the poor people in the city, so he ordered a few jars of white porridge, and invited the poor people in the city to the banquet, which is what the ancients often called porridge.

The crowd came surging, as if it was a festival, very happy.

Not to mention white porridge, many people can't even drink a bowl of thin porridge on weekdays.

Even during the holidays.

Land is scarce and productive.

Naturally, the grain output is small, and coupled with the squeeze of the landlords and lords, there are only a few who can fill their stomachs.

A meal of porridge is enough to make people happy for half a day.

Yi Qingchen was also very happy.

In addition to giving porridge, he started his old business again.

practice medicine.

With his cultivation base at this time, he has a deep understanding of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, and the diseases in ordinary people do not fall within the category of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, so it is completely difficult for him.

Yi Qingchen doesn't use any medicine, but uses lily needles as guides and true essence as medicine to treat the poor and help them nourish their bodies at the same time.

It's not like washing the bones and cutting the marrow, but at least strengthening the body.

This is also a kind of practice.

The sufferings in the world are in various forms, so there is no need to repeat them one by one.

On this day, Yi Qingchen came to Ping'an City, opened the porridge shop, and put up a signboard to practice medicine.

Take your time, and the queue will be long for a while.

Yi Qingchen looked up suddenly, and saw an old man in Taoist costume holding a bamboo pole to guide the way, mixed with a little girl in the crowd, preparing to drink porridge in muddy water.

Looking at their attire, Yi Qingchen immediately remembered their identities.

The roles of these two people are relatively important, and the old Taoist priest is a very mysterious figure, and his attire has his own characteristics, so it is easy for Qingchen to recognize him.

If it were the heads of Qingyun Sect or the masters of Fenxianggu and Tianyin Temple, Yi Qingchen would not be able to recognize them at all.

If you recognize it, you recognize it, Yi Qingchen doesn't mean to treat him specially.

Let them drink the porridge first, and with this excuse, you can ask them for what you want.

The things on these two people are more attractive than the treasures of the Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Temple.

Zhou Yixian scratched his head and muttered, "Why do I feel something is wrong..."

"Of course, you are pretending to be a fortune-telling old fairy, but you come to grab porridge with others, who will treat you as a fairy?"

Xiaohuan kept complaining: "It's not that we don't have money, so why are we robbing other people's porridge?"

"What is robbery?"

Zhou Yixian knocked on Xiaohuan's head: "I am so old and you are so young, we are not old and weak women and children. It is only right and proper to drink this porridge."

Xiaohuan curled her lips: "How can there be old and weak women and children who run after others like you?"

Coincidentally, this is not the first time they have free porridge.

Yi Qingchen traveled all over the world, practicing medicine and giving food in various cities, but she didn't use her ability of flying and disappearing.

Zhou Yixian and the others followed after discovering that Yi Qingchen was serving porridge, and they planned to eat and drink for a while.

The grandpa and grandson chatted and went to the porridge shed, took the porridge and drank it beautifully.

"tasty?"

Zhou Yixian said: "It's okay, it would be better if it was thicker."

He paused after saying a word, and looked up to see a handsome face.

The embarrassment on Zhou Yixian's face flashed, and he said with a hearty smile: "It turns out that the little fairy came. The old man and his granddaughter wandered around, lonely and hungry. Thanks to the little fairy who gave me the porridge, the old man is very grateful. "

If you hadn't been so polite and messy, I would have believed your nonsense.

Yi Qingchen smiled slightly: "Old man, you are being polite, you are a physicist, can you calculate my future for me?"

"Fortune telling..."

A look of arrogance naturally appeared on Zhou Yixian's face: "Then you should ask the right person. This old man is categorical. He has never missed a single shot in decades of wandering in the rivers and lakes. He is nicknamed the magic fortune teller. He is very famous."

Yi Qingchen looked at him with a smile and did not say a word as he desperately raised his fortune.

Zhou Yixian was extremely uncomfortable being watched by him, coughing dryly: "What is the little fairy looking at?"

Yi Qingchen said: "I'm looking at how to learn superb physiognomy from you, what kind of magic is it, right?"

Zhou Yixian's complexion changed drastically, and he took two steps back subconsciously, protecting Xiaohuan behind him.

"How do you know... who are you?"

Yi Qingchen said calmly: "Sect Master of Minghua Sect, Daoist Wuxin, I should have heard of my name."

Zhou Yixian took a deep breath, of course he had heard of Taoist Wuxin's name.

The old devil Wuxin rose up ten years ago. He first annexed the Blood Refining Hall, then swallowed up the four sects of the Demon Cult, and then absorbed the small forces of the Demon Cult. He completely integrated the Demon Cult and became the leader of the new generation of the Demon Cult.

For this matter, Qingyun Sect, Tianyin Temple and the Zhengdao sects also held a special meeting to discuss countermeasures, and told the Zhengdao sects to pay attention to the news of the Demon Sect.

Nowadays, everyone in the cultivation world knows the name of Old Devil Wuxin, but few people have seen it.

In fact, Yi Qingchen also knows about this, but his strength is supernatural, and he no longer pays attention to Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple.

I never thought about what kind of role I would be in the eyes of the other party.

"It turned out that the leader of the Demon Cult was in person, and I was rude."

Damn it, why did I become the leader of the Demon Cult again?
Yi Qingchen smiled and said: "Old man misunderstood, the poor Minghua sect is a decent school with a long history and strict school rules, it is definitely not the same as the devil's sect, and the poor is not a devil."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Zhou Yixian nodded again and again: "The little fairy went deep into the people, gave porridge to the poor, and practiced medicine for the sick and injured. Where is the devil, he is clearly a living Bodhisattva, a living god!"

It doesn't matter if you are an old devil or a living Bodhisattva, it's just right to praise you.

I've praised you so much, you won't turn your back on me and kill me, will you?

Yi Qingchen was satisfied: "Old man knows everything, let's talk about your physiognomy and what is it called?"

"God knows the sky!"

(End of this chapter)

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