Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 387: With one word, he was deposed, with one word, he was promoted, and he returned, and became truly famous all over the world! Halberd is promoted.
Yi Chen walked in front and turned around helplessly to show a kind smile to the skinny old man.

Despite Yi Chen's obstruction, the shock of the war also caused some houses in the small town of Qingyan City to collapse.

However, the number of such unlucky people is very small, and most of them are injured or killed due to being crowded into a group when escaping, and eventually being trampled.

"Don't cry, little girl. I'm here. Your parents' broken legs will be fixed immediately. With my care, they will be even stronger."

Yi Chen's big hand caressed the broken leg of a yellow-faced man in the air. The man's tibia was twisted into a strange arc and his legs slowly returned to their original state.

"Hey, it really doesn't hurt anymore. Taoist priest is really amazing."

The yellow-faced man stamped his feet, and the despair in his eyes once again gave birth to the joy of being reborn. He could not imagine the miserable life after being disabled as the breadwinner of the family.

If he was not married, there would be no difference to Huang Laoer whether he ate brown rice or beef, or not. But now that he has a family, a wife and daughter... everything is different.

Bang!
There is gold under the man's knees and he has been stubborn all his life. Huang Laoer, who is known as Qingyan City's famous thorn, knelt heavily in front of the Taoist. Kneeling next to him was a delicate woman in Jingchai sarong and her little girl.

"The Taoist priest saved my legs, Huang Laoer, and saved my whole family's lives. Our whole family kowtows to the Taoist priest."

"Please also ask the Taoist Master to leave his name and surname, so that we can set up a longevity tablet for the Taoist Master, offer incense and be grateful for his great virtue forever."

"That's not necessary. My master, Yinlong Guan Baiyunzi, has always taught the poor to do good deeds and not to worry about their future. Therefore, I, Yichengzi, never leave a name for my good deeds."

"Miaozzi, give this strong man fifty taels of silver to repair the collapsed house, and let's move on."

Miaozi opened his mouth and spat out, and immediately Miaozi put two white coins into the little girl's hands. By the time Huang Laoer wanted to refuse, Yi Chen and his party had already walked away.

"Yinlong Temple, our forefather is Bai Yunzi, the Taoist priest calls him Yi Chengzi." Huang Laoer couldn't catch up and murmured to himself, quickly writing down the words Yi Chen accidentally revealed before.

After treating dozens of injured and injured civilians, Yi Chen's eyes suddenly froze amid the admiration.

I saw an old Confucian scholar leaning against the wall at the corner of the street and falling into a deep coma.

Heishanzi raised his eyebrows, and immediately a round, fat man in brocade clothes came up to him.

"Master Qi, this person is an old Confucian scholar from Qingyan City. He is called Fan Jin. Unfortunately, he failed in many trials and his family fortune also declined."

"But this man is a filial son."

After the fat man in Jinyi finished speaking, Heishanzi interrupted at the right time: "Sir, is there anything wrong with this old scholar?"

"It's interesting. This person turned out to be a unique martial arts prodigy. It's a pity." Yi Chen shook his head with some regret, feeling that a thousand-mile horse is common but a bole is not.

His big hand caressed the old scholar's head in the air.

"Mother...mother...run..." The old scholar woke up suddenly, as if he had had a long, long dream. When he woke up, a Taoist figure with an extremely majestic figure came into his eyes.

"Why don't you practice martial arts?"

"Ah... ah?"

"My lord is asking you something, old man Fan, why don't you answer quickly." The fat man in Jinyi immediately jumped out and said displeasedly, and Heishanzi immediately waved him away.

"Back to... Sir, the villain's family was fairly well off when he was a child. When Lao Chan was a child, his father captured Zhou and placed a volume of the Book of Songs and a wooden knife. The villain chose the Book of Songs, but unfortunately he failed after repeated attempts."

"That's it, it's a pity."

"Knowledge really changes destiny."

"By the way, which Jin character is in your name?"

"My lord, this is Jin who was promoted. My father took it from me during his lifetime. My original intention was to hope that the old man would be promoted in the scientific examination. Unfortunately, Fan Jin was incompetent and failed in repeated attempts."

"When you wake up, you miss your mother at home. She is a pure and filial person. I will give you a free suggestion. Change that Jin into a progressive Jin, and you may be able to reach the rank."

"If you don't make progress, how can you pass?"

Yi Chen gave a kindly admonishment and then continued to move forward into the distance, leaving the old Confucian scholar alone muttering to himself: "Fan Jin, Fan Jin, the Taoist Master has attained true cultivation, and his words of advice must make sense. From today on, , I am Fan Jin!”

After casually treating a dozen people, Yi Chen came to a street corner dozens of meters away from a collapsed mansion and stood there.

In front of the collapsed mansion, there was a little boy with blond hair grinning, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Heishanzi stepped forward very discerningly and asked, "Little guy, why are you laughing?"

"No, I'm just sad. I'm not smiling."

"The private school collapsed and our schoolwork was buried in the ground and cannot be dug up. I am so sad, haha."

"When I think that it will take so long for the private school to be built after it has collapsed so that I can study, I am really... really sad... hahahaha."

The corners of Zongzi's mouth were raised in sadness, but he didn't know that darkness had quietly arrived.

"Heishanzi, no matter how poor you are, you can't afford education. I hope you will send monks to dig out all the children's homework today and build a larger private school on the site. We must allow these children to sit in a bright place in the afternoon. Study in the courtyard.”

"Pindao will donate another thousand taels to buy more books for the children. We must let them read more and do more homework."

Taoist Yi was very concerned about education and immediately gave orders to Heishanzi after hearing this.

Heishanzi: “.…”

Zuo Qianfu: "..."

Meowth: "Dad, you are so talented!"

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In the afternoon, the sun shines brightly, filling the entire private school.

Under the sunlight, the rising dust is clearly visible.

The smile will not disappear, it will only shift. Looking at a series of childish children walking into the private school with slumped faces, Taoist Master Yi finally showed a bright smile on his face.

"Heishanzi, if something goes wrong here, Pindao will return to Hailong City."

"Fellow Taoists, let's meet again tomorrow!"

Facing the sky, Yi Chen paused with one foot and soared into the sky.

Heishanzi and all the cultivators bowed in unison and did not stand up until Yi Chen's figure could no longer be seen in the sky.

"City Lord, Daoist Master Yi has left, shall we go back to Qianyou City now?" A black-armored monk asked tentatively.

"That's right, we still have a big thing to do. Go and fetch me from Qingyan City and ask him to wait for me outside Fan Jin's house."

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In the afternoon, tired Fan Jin woke up from his broken bed covered with dry straw and was suddenly shocked.

What comes into view are countless friendly smiling faces, and the owners of these smiling faces are all wearing silk and satin.

The crowd surrounded him and asked questions. Landowners and squires came to inquire about his difficulties.

"Cough cough."

There was a cough, and everyone immediately separated. It turned out to be a visit from Qingyan City.

Outside the dilapidated thatched house, Heishanzi nodded with satisfaction when he saw this scene, and immediately led his confidants to turn around and leave.

"Sir, what is the important matter here? Isn't he just a shabby old Confucian scholar? He can't carry it with his shoulders or lift it with his hands." The black-armored monk suddenly asked doubtfully.

"Xiao Yang, your father and I are old friends, so I just want to give you a few words."

"This matter is not only not insignificant, but extremely important."

"What kind of person is Taoist Master Yi? He personally changed this person's name and said that he might be able to achieve the rank. Tell me, can you let Taoist Master Yi's words fall to the ground? You are trampling on Taoist Master Yi's face." "I just sent someone to check. This person does have talent and learning. Although he has nothing to show for it in the test, his strategies are not bad. At first glance, it seems nonsense, but after careful consideration, I feel that every word is a gem, and he is one of the best in the world. "

"Since Chief Yi has appointed generals, let's go to Qianyou City and demote talents in any way."

"In the future, if we, as people from Youcheng, go to pay homage to Daoist Yi, we can also use this as a good talk to keep this little bit of love. If any trouble comes in the future, we can blame Daoist Yi on his head. We can also have a reason to use it as a stepping stone." ”

"The cost is small but the profit is huge. Such a big deal is worth a lot of money."

"And it would be great if this matter can be discussed at the dinner table of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Daoist Yi and become a joke."

Heishanzi was in high spirits at the moment, and the dry folds on his face were slightly stretched, and his eyes flashed with the wisdom of an old horse who knows the way.

"Remember Xiao Yang, we have to be honest when doing things!"

"The matter has to be done. The superiors need to contact each other, and the people below also have to get some benefits. The rest is theirs."

"What do you think about employing people? Do you think you should select the best and most suitable ones? That's wrong!"

"It's about choosing the right person among the people you know, and choosing the person you know among the right people, rather than asking you to choose the best among the candidates. You should think carefully about the three tastes."

"Ruling a big country is like cooking a small dish. I think it won't be a big deal to promote Fan Jin. Let him serve as a staff officer first. After he has experienced and experienced, he can really do it. Let's talk about it later."

Hearing this, the black-armored monk couldn't help but admire him for a moment, and said to Heishanzi in admiration:

"My uncle is as wise as the sea, and he is an eternal green pine in our Qin Dynasty. No wonder he is able to attract the attention of His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Yang Xiu has realized that even if we think about ourselves 70% when doing things, we must also think about others 30%. Otherwise, like the snow in spring, it will not last long and disappear as soon as the sun comes up."

"That's right, even if you think about yourself 70% when doing things, you must also think about others 30%. This sentence explains the ups and downs of my life. Yang Xiu, you are really the Qilin of the Yang family, and your future achievements will be limitless!" Heishanzi heard. Yan immediately showed a look of appreciation on his face, and the cultivators cast spells and immediately flew away.

Yi Chen didn't know that a joke he made casually because Fan Jin had the same name as the ancient man from his previous life would suddenly change the old Confucian's life.

Noble people naturally have the constitution of heaven in their mouths. One word can depose people to the dust, and one word can lift people to the clouds.

And he, Taoist Master Yi, has become a hot and truly valuable figure in the Qin Dynasty. Even the Crown Prince of the Qin Dynasty, His Highness King Jing, has to treat him with kindness and every hair of his hair must be taken care of.

Mr. Leek had never been really rich in his previous life. Who knows that with his current status, even jokes will be interpreted layer by layer and magnified infinitely.

In the room, he had taken off the belt of the old Confucian scholar's trousers, put on silk and satin, and tied it tightly around his neck to prevent accidental verbal abuse. His casual words that no one had cared about before could also arouse everyone's attention. Cheers.

Everything is like this.

"Master Yi, your calculation is so accurate!" At night, the old Confucian scholar sighed to the moon after a busy day!
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On Yi Chen's way back to Hailong City, an unknown piece of news began to spread throughout the Eastern Continent.

According to unreliable rumors, four divine monks from Daguangming Mountain and Kutuo Temple of Buddhism ambushed Yinlong Guanyi Chengzi, resulting in two deaths and two serious injuries.

Because the news was so outrageous, it was refuted by many monks in Central Continent.

Some practitioners who have good relations with Buddhism were not used to such rumors, so they went to Daguangming Mountain and Kutuo Temple to seek confirmation, hoping that eminent Buddhist monks would come out to refute the rumors.

However, the monks who came down the mountain remained silent and did not answer any questions.

At this time, many people couldn't sit still. Rumors began to ferment, and various versions were spread.

Later, a well-informed person came out, saying that he had seen the figure of the Shura monk from Kutuo Temple flying away, covering his buttocks, looking very painful, and not knowing how much torture he had suffered, which made a master with such a cultivation level unable to help but control himself. Can't control one's expression.

Thanks to the vigorous spread of hook literature by a certain Taoist priest who did not want to be named, word spread that the Shura monk was handsome, but he escaped with his life after being poked in a low position.

The world is like a huge boomerang, and in the end revenge comes to everyone equally.

Of course, as soon as this idea emerged, it was extinguished by two extremely powerful mysterious forces.

"Ahh! Yoshiko, I will kill you!"

"Ah, uncle, please be gentle."

The Shura monk's narrow and long phoenix eyes were now filled with tears.

Too vicious.

How could there be such vicious supernatural powers in the world?

"Monk Shura, please bear with me."

In the clean Zen room, a huge word "medicine" is particularly eye-catching.

Medicine Master Bodhisattva looked at someone who had a large piece of hook missing, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his mind after years of hard training.

This, this, this, this….
What a poisonous spell.

After trying seventy-two treatment methods, even with the level of cultivation of the Medicine Master Bodhisattva, fine beads of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead.

Too vicious.

How could there be such vicious supernatural powers in the world?

"Uncle, is there any cure?" Shura Monk's expression was distorted.

"With my nephew's cultivation and using a huge amount of Buddhist power, he will definitely be able to eliminate the strange power that tortures you, and then you will not be in such pain." Medicine Master Bodhisattva's answer was very emotionally intelligent.

"Uncle Master..."

"Hey, idiot, that Yi Chengzi has indeed broken through the limit, and the path he has mastered is even more powerful and boundless, and he already has some rudiments of the root power."

"Unless you are at the same level as him, you may be able to slowly recover and find your true self by relying on your own cultivation and a lot of time."

"Uncle Master is now helpless. This magical power can actually erase everything about you from the root. If your body doesn't feel injured, it is just like that, without any defects, then how can you talk about recovery?"

The faint voice of Medicine Master Bodhisattva came, and the Shura monk said nothing. Only his white knuckles proved his mood at the moment.

"Asura Monk, it's actually not as bad as you think. At the worst, you can just spend it with Buddha Yuan as soon as possible while eating and drinking spiritual fruits, spiritual elixirs, and spiritual wine. It won't be a bother."

"Uncle, please stop talking now. My nephew wants to be alone."

With a creak, the door slowly closed.

Not long after, a strange news began to circulate among the top monk circles.

"You must be careful of Yi Chengzi's catastrophic true Yang magical power, it is very vicious! He is not a son of man!"

However, this news was not as widespread as the previous rumors, but the shock it caused to the high-level monks was even more profound.

Pure Yang, which frightens the world, has a bad reputation and can be called a ghost.

Yi Chen naturally knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world. At this moment, he was looking at the halberd that had just swallowed four top Buddhist treasures and fell into a deep sleep:

"Sleep after you're full, Jizi. I hope you won't disappoint Pindao next time you wake up."

"I feed you so many good things, you have to brace yourself!"

There was no response from the halberd, as if it was unaware of everything outside. At some point, a thin layer of 'colored cocoon' slowly climbed up on the holy halberd.

The cocoon layer is getting thicker and thicker
"Forget it." After putting away the halberd, Yi Chen lay down on the seat in the carriage with the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and Pipibao immediately pulled the carriage and started running wildly.

The current Pipibao is no longer Wu Xia Amon. It has gained experience in pulling a car, traveling through mountains and rivers, as if walking on flat ground, and its chassis is very well tuned.

Taoist Master Yi's two spiritual beasts have now found their own way. Each has its own characteristics and is good at winning.

(End of this chapter)