Dao Fruit

"One moment he was an old god, and the next moment he became an old man. The difference here is quite intriguing."

Feeling the words of those wealthy businessmen, Qiu Yan suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

"The wealthy businessman has a lot of money, but he is manipulated by two old Taoists. They want to arrest me, a juren, but they have a lot of scruples. But the government is so high that when faced with people with supernatural powers, they have to rely on dragon energy and dynasty luck to suppress them. One place; as for this monk, he has practiced hard and is restricted by the dynasty and the order of humanity; the great scholar who explores the mysteries of humanity is weak and may encounter misfortune if he is approached by anyone, and he must be restricted by longevity, link by link, really. Closeness, so-called detachment, probably means being above these.”

As he walked, he thought about it, and when he saw the pedestrians and shops along the way, he had some thoughts.

"Rich businessmen can amass wealth and use their money to enjoy the things in the world; officials control laws and control the fate of others with authority; monks practice their own strength and surpass the world with extraordinary abilities; Confucianists explore the mysteries of human nature, some ward off evil and change, and some Those who use knowledge to gain fame and wealth have their own benefits. Although there are benefits, there are always disadvantages. The yin does not last long and the yang does not grow. In this world, it is impossible for all the advantages in the world to be taken by a certain group. These seem to have prompted many groups to continue to forge ahead..."

As he thought about it, he thought about his spiritual body, and then thought about the path of Shinto, thoughtfully.

"The gods are formed by adhering to the thoughts of all living beings. In fact, it is the instinctive resistance of all living beings to changes in the outside world, but it has given rise to another extraordinary group. However, this group is also restricted by the thoughts of all living beings. I don't know what level of power it will reach. In order to get rid of many constraints, has the legendary ancient god reached this level? "

While walking and thinking, Qiu Yan walked through the streets and passed by the place where the monk was. He looked around and saw that there was no trace of him. This time he went to Youxianju and had a fierce battle with others, but it didn't take much time. Judging from this sign, I am afraid that the monk left shortly after he left.

"Where did this fellow, the monk who was here before, go?" He stopped a man next to him and asked aloud.

The man saw Qiu Yan dressed as a scholar, but carrying two Taoist priests. He looked wary, but he still said: "The master was helping people treat illnesses, but he suddenly fainted and was taken away by his disciples. Where did he go?" It’s not something I can know.”

"Oh? Fainted?" Noticing the flickering eyes of the other party, Qiu Yan knew that this person probably knew the whereabouts of the monk, but he had no intention of telling him. He even refused to disclose the monk's name and Buddhist title.

Qiu Yan didn't say anything, but just said: "Thank you, brother, by the way, I wonder what sect that master is? Why does he appear in Xingde City?"

"The master is an eminent Buddhist monk who walks in Guanzhong. This Buddhism is a Taoist sect that has emerged recently. Every successor is compassionate." The man spoke of Buddhism with a look of reverence, without any pretense.

"Taoist sect?" Qiu Yan frowned slightly, knowing that this was a statement made by ordinary people who knew little about Buddhism and relied on their own ideas and experiences when it was spread.

"Thank you for letting me know." Qiu Yan thanked him and left.

The man hesitated whether to report it to the police, but finally gave up the idea because it was better to do less than to do more.

"There is another Buddhist sect spreading in Guanzhong. According to what the person just said, the teachings of this Buddhism are obviously different from those in the swamp. If you have a chance, you should see it. A monk who just uses his own energy and blood to save people will actually faint. It means that his energy and blood are almost exhausted. Even if I want to explore, it is not convenient to visit him at this time, so I should let him rest well. "

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan came to an inn. This inn was the one where Hu Qi and Dai Guo were staying. The two were waiting in the lobby of the inn. After seeing Qiu Yan's figure, he noticed the two old Taoists being carried by him. , all showed surprise.

"Sir, are these two people...?" Dai Guo stepped forward, took over the two veterans, and looked at them for a few times. He noticed that the two men were very thin and showed no signs of surviving the fight, and he couldn't help but feel doubtful.

Qiu Yanze said: "No need to ask more, I want you to ask for an extra room, but is it better?"

"The room has been prepared according to your instructions, Master." Hu Qi came over and said.

"That's good. Bring these two old people up and put them in a special room. I will order some wine, food and medicine to replenish their health. I will ask them something later. It is best to cheer them up. "

"Yes." Without asking any further questions, Hu Qi and Dai Guo picked up the two veterans and went directly upstairs.

Although this inn is not located in the city, many people come and go to stay and eat. Qiu Yan, a thin scholar, came in with two old men in his arms. He looked strange, and his expression did not change, and he did not look like he was exerting any effort. Everyone knew it was unusual. The waiter wanted to come up and ask, but was stopped by the shopkeeper.

"One more thing is worse than one less thing. Write down this person's appearance, and then report it to the official after they leave."

After listening to the shopkeeper's instructions, the waiter praised "Ginger is still hotter than old" and then left. Little did he know that when Hu Qi and others checked in, they were given a few extra copper coins, but the shopkeeper's Having put it into his own pocket, the money was easy to get at first, but now, it seems a bit too hot to handle.

Qiu Yan didn't care about this. He walked up and asked, "Please bring the shopkeeper some pen and ink. I'll give you a list. You go outside and bring in some medicinal materials. We'll make a medicinal meal later."

"Good fellow, what does he think of our shop? Who would run errands for him?" The shopkeeper muttered in his heart and was about to refuse, but he noticed Qiu Yan's gaze and felt that he was a bit majestic, so he subconsciously stopped talking and actually did what he was told.

When the paper and pen fell into Qiu Yan's hands, he dipped them in ink and wrote the words stroke by stroke. This seemingly ordinary thing suddenly burst out with an unusual artistic conception. The shopkeeper was also a person who could read and distinguish good and bad calligraphy. When he saw the words, he was immediately stunned. When Qiu Yan finished writing the list in one breath and handed it to him, he just woke up from a dream.

"Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! Young master, you really wrote a good calligraphy!"

The shopkeeper praised loudly. When he said the first "good calligraphy", his voice was very high. When he said the second one, he lowered his voice. After saying this sentence, his attitude was completely different. He no longer complained in his heart, and even the thought of reporting to the police later faded. He just said: "This... I wonder if you can leave this list to me, and I will copy another one and go to the pharmacy to get the medicine?"

He saw the extraordinary words on the paper and knew that Qiu Yan had attainments in calligraphy. This Guanzhong area is the center of Da Rui, and there has never been a shortage of people who pretend to be elegant. It also makes the literary style flourish, especially valuing calligraphy and painting. The shopkeeper knew that he was insignificant and his words were not taken seriously. No matter how good Qiu Yan's calligraphy was, he couldn't ask for a piece. It would be better to leave this list and keep it as a collection.

Qiu Yan said, "I only need medicinal materials, you can do with the rest."

"Thank you, sir." The shopkeeper was overjoyed when he heard this. He carefully put the list away, copied a copy, and then put it away. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sending such calligraphy to the pharmacy would be a waste of money. Let me keep it and keep it at home as a treasure." After thinking about it, he called a waiter, handed over the copied list, and told him to get the medicine.

Qiu Yan took out some copper coins and handed them to the waiter: "After you go out, if someone stops you, don't pay attention to them, just take my money to get the medicine."

The waiter was confused when he heard this, and the shopkeeper wanted to pay for it, but Qiu Yan waved his hand to stop him, and then Qiu Yan went upstairs by himself.

"Sir, what do you mean? Why would someone stop me?" The waiter was a little hesitant.

"Why do you care so much? Why don't you go get the medicine quickly?" The shopkeeper was also muttering in his heart, but when he thought of the words on the list, he couldn't sit still and just urged.

The waiter had no choice but to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, he came back a few breaths later.

"Why are you back again?" The shopkeeper looked puzzled, "Could it be that the man got into trouble and someone ambushed him outside?"

"No, no," the waiter waved his hands hurriedly, "It was the servants of Master Li, Master Liu, Master Wang and other masters, all standing outside. When they saw me, they knew that the young master was going to get the medicine, so they all surrounded me and offered to pay to do it for me!"

"There is such a thing!" The shopkeeper was shocked, "Those masters are all wealthy businessmen. Usually, when the officials see them, they can talk and laugh, but according to what you said, they are so polite to the young master. This is unusual. However, since they are going to do it for you, why do you have to come back? "

The waiter said: "Didn't the young master say that if someone stops me, I don't have to pay attention to him and just take his money to get the medicine?"

"This..." The shopkeeper took a breath of cold air and felt that Qiu Yan was unfathomable. "Good guy, this is expected to happen outside the door in advance. Maybe this young master has an extraordinary background. Those masters want to sell a favor, but the young master doesn't want to be involved in these things. In this case, you go out from the back door, secretly get the medicine back, and don't get entangled with the outsiders. "

"Okay." The waiter left again.

The shopkeeper thought about it, but got up and went upstairs.

"No, such a powerful person, it's not easy to meet him, you have to flatter him well, otherwise it's a waste, right?" After going upstairs, he naturally flattered again.

When the waiter came back with the herbs, the shopkeeper quickly ordered the kitchen to make medicinal food. After a while, two bowls of fragrant soup were placed in a room that Hu Qi wanted.

"Having power can really save a lot of trouble and improve the efficiency of others, even if it is just borrowed power." Looking at the two bowls of medicinal soup, Qiu Yan shook his head and flicked his fingers. Two streams of true energy fell on the two old Taoists on the bed.

Bang! Bang!

The two old Taoists sat up suddenly, and the old Taoist on the left said sternly: "Qiu Yan, you are about to be in trouble!" (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!)