Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 62 I-Kuan Tao
The capital city is located at the feet of the emperor and is the imperial capital.

Various forces gathered here, with a mixture of good and bad, and numerous factions. Among these many complex factions, there are four forces representing the four cities.

1. Yanwu Hall.

This is a gathering place for many external martial arts practitioners and extraordinary people in the world, protecting all the major escort companies and martial arts halls in the capital. In addition, Li Shuwen, one of the four masters of the capital and a master of the spear, is in charge. He is a true external martial arts grandmaster who has been in power until now without a single defeat.

2. Jiyun Society.

If Yanwu Hall is a place where many people who practiced external martial arts and horizontal martial arts gathered together for warmth, then Jiyun Club is a place where all the lowest level artists in the world gathered together for warmth.

Actors, wizards, thieves, prostitutes, jugglers, pawns, etc.

Jiyun Society and Yanwu Hall are more like loose alliances than sects. They are divided into inside and outside. Those outside are basically ordinary people who know a few tricks, while those inside are naturally the extraordinary people who have sects and practices.

Wang Yi returned to Yutai Teahouse and looked at the intelligence about the capital given by Manager Liu on the balcony. He finally understood why he only had to pay for one piece of information when he bought three pieces of information from him.

The Beastmaster school is indeed not as convenient as the Jiyun Society, but Wang Yi is not focusing on the Jiyun Society now, but the third force on this piece of paper: Yiguandao.

Most of the followers of Yiguandao are from the Three Religions, but they are not truly from the Three Religions. They are basically practitioners like those from Yeshashan.

He doesn't do any good deeds and only loves to cheat people.

To put it bluntly, it is a cult and a charlatan. But because the middle and high-level members of the Yiguandao are all casual bastards who have practiced a little, this kind of trickery always works, and can cure some sick people by burning incense and praying to Buddha. Over time, the Yiguandao took root in the four cities.

They are very law-abiding and have not overstepped the boundaries, so other forces turn a blind eye to this mysterious and mysterious I-Kuan Taoism. In addition, there seems to be the shadow of foreigners behind this I-Kuan Taoism.

At present, there is a country within a country called Dongjiaominxiang in the capital. As long as it does not cross the bottom line, I-Kuan Taoism will probably live a comfortable life.

As for the fourth force, Wang Yi looked at the last line on the paper, which consisted of only four words: Dongjiaominxiang.

He put aside the information he got from Jianghu Xiaozhan for free, turned a dollar between his fingers, and thought quickly.

No matter what he wants to do, he must have money, territory and a backer. If possible, Wang Yi even hopes that this backer can be himself. Of course, there are many things to operate here, and it has to be done slowly. It depends on whether God will give him a chance. The most urgent thing now is money and territory.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi stood up and went downstairs.

There is still no business in the teahouse, just as Boss Wang said, the more you improve, the worse it gets.
Uncle Si Chong was playing chess with Master Chang Si. Li Muxuan sat next to Liang Ting and watched Liang Ting tinkering with something with some wood from the backyard of the teahouse.

Everything seemed so normal until the sound of Wang's footsteps came down the stairs.

"Uncle Si Chong, Brother Liang, Mu Xuan, come on, I'll take you around the capital at night."
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Beijing, overpass.

The reason why the Tianqiao is called Tianqiao is that when there was an emperor, the emperor had to cross a white marble arch bridge here to offer sacrifices to the heaven, so it was named Tianqiao.

The emperor is gone now, but a new ecosystem has been formed relying on the overpass.

Apart from satisfying their hunger, the overpass is mostly populated by people of all classes, including opera singers, crosstalk performers, jugglers, and monkey tricks. All the shows you can think of can be seen on the overpass.

Li Muxuan is a young man at heart, and he is full of admiration for the colorful world that Wang Yi brought him to see.

The skills of these craftsmen are no worse than those of the practitioners.

After all, for practitioners, these skills can be learned easily as long as they understand the principles. But for these craftsmen, these are their livelihoods, and if they break them, they will starve to death!
Wang Yi ignored Li Muxuan's admiration. He glanced at the monkey performers and left with a little disappointment.

Just as Wang Yi was taking the three of them to stroll along the Beijing overpass, a sound of people rushing forward and following could be heard from the crowd.

"Master Jiuyang!"

"Master Jiuyang, please show your magical powers and save my child!"

The commotion in the crowd attracted the attention of Li Muxuan and others. Wang Yi led the three of them, crossed the crowd and came to the front.

Then he saw the Taoist priest in purple clothes, who had an immortal look and called himself the True Man of Nine Yang, standing there. He looked at the woman who was kneeling to him with a friendly face. On both sides of him, the guardians stopped the woman and did not let her get close.

"Disciple, please step back and don't do anything."

The Taoist named Jiuyang Zhenren was good at talking. With a word, the two Taoist children let go, and Jiuyang Zhenren also stepped forward to help the woman up. "Jiuyang Zhenren, you said before that my child was possessed by a plague ghost and needed to drink the talisman water you blessed. It did get better at first, but it has become worse in the past few days. Zhenren, could it be that the plague ghost was not completely expelled! Zhenren, look, it's all here. If you think it's not enough, I'll go borrow more!"

After hearing this, others still didn't understand, but Si Chong and Li Muxuan, who were practitioners, certainly didn't understand. It was nothing more than a scam and a trick.

After watching a monkey show that polluted their eyes for nothing, the two men turned around and left in anger.

But at this moment, Li Muxuan also noticed that Wang Yi, who was standing next to him, was trembling, his eyes rolled back, and he looked like he had epilepsy.

"Senior brother?!"

Seeing Wang Yi suddenly fall ill, Li Muxuan was frightened. The sound was so loud that Jiuyang Zhenren, who was using the talisman paper in his hand to fool the I-Kuan Tao believer in front of him, couldn't help but look in Wang Yi's direction.

Coincidentally, his eyes met with Wang Yi's who had just stopped having an attack.

The moment Wang Yi's eyes met, this True Man Jiuyang's heart skipped a beat, and then, a bolt from the blue exploded on his forehead!

"Hey! I am one of the five hundred swordsmen under the command of Guandi! How dare you, a wild god from the mountains, cheat people in the world under the banner of heaven? I deserve to be beaten!"

The sudden change made the somewhat spiritual Master Jiuyang completely unable to react. His first thought was, did I run into someone from the same profession?!
But what happened next caught him off guard.

Wang Yi simply raised his hand, the human body's magnetic field was activated, and the invisible force field spread out, instantly restraining the so-called Nine Yang Master and the two disciples beside him, forcing them to huddle together uncontrollably, back to back, around a wooden stake.

Wang stepped forward, clenched his hands as if holding an invisible whip, and started to whip the three guys in front of him who were restrained by him.

While smoking, he was muttering to himself.

“Nine Yangs, Nine Yangs? Even the Saint Emperor Guan doesn’t dare to call himself the Nine Yangs. Who are you to dare compare yourselves to the Saint Emperor Guan?!”

"Epidemic ghost, idiot ghost! We are all swordsmen under the command of Guan Sheng Emperor, specializing in slaying all the evil in the world. You said there is an epidemic ghost? Are you saying that we are not doing our job well?!"

"Heaven, Heaven, you know that true gods do not descend to human form. We, the direct subordinates of Guan Sheng Emperor, have to go through countless difficulties to descend to the mortal world. How dare you, a fraud, represent Heaven?!"

Every word, when Wang Yi deliberately used his profound skills, turned into rolling thunder that echoed in the crowd. Along with these words, there was also the sound of the whip in Wang Yi's hand, which seemed to be nothing but was actually whipping the three people.

Poor these three swindlers, except for the Nine Yang Master who still had some cultivation, the other two were just mortals, how could they withstand such a beating. Wang Yi even sealed their mouths so that they couldn't say a word and had to accept the whipping honestly.

As if he was tired of fighting, Wang Yi sat down on the stool next to him, looked at the woman next to him who had no idea what was going on, and raised his hand to support her.

The woman found that her body stood up uncontrollably. At this point, she had already believed in ghosts and gods so much that she regarded Wang Yi in front of her as a god.

"God... God?! Please."

"I don't dare to be called a god. True gods don't descend to human form. We are just swordsmen under the command of Guan Sheng Di Jun. If I hadn't received a report from a believer saying that there are people from heaven walking on earth, I wouldn't have been sent down. Besides, we swordsmen are dedicated to Guan Sheng Di Jun to kill all the evils, crimes, and diseases in the world. Since you said that your child is haunted by plague ghosts, then I will go with you. As for these three, humph, one day, the five hundred of us swordsmen will go down to the mortal world together to settle accounts with you!"

After saying that, Wang Yi raised his hand and a money bag flew out from the unconscious Master Jiuyang and fell into Wang Yi's hand.

This method of photographing objects from a distance can indeed be regarded as a divine method to ordinary people who have no idea of ​​the secret behind it.

Not to mention the woman in front of him who was cheated to the point of almost losing everything. At least she now believed what Wang Yi said. After all, the Nine Yang Master could not do such a thing.

"Let's go, lead the way."

"Master, please follow me!"

Wang Yi followed the woman and left. An invisible force pushed the crowd aside and took the woman away from sight.

Only the three I-Kuan Tao disciples who fell from the wooden stakes, with their entire bodies including their clothes torn, could explain what had just happened here.

Si Chong, Li Muxuan and Liang Ting were also dumbfounded as they watched Wang Yi pretend to be a ghost from beginning to end, and then taught the three liars a lesson.

They couldn't figure out what Wang Yi was up to.

But with their trust in Wang Yi, the three of them exchanged glances and left under the cover of the crowd and the night. They followed the mark left by Wang Yi quietly.

(End of this chapter)