Speed ​​through the cultivation of immortality!

"Master Li can't possibly come. Linglong Fairy Sword made you forget that cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage are not allowed to enter Sheng Country. Master Li has already broken through the Nascent Soul stage."

Ji Changsheng smiled: "Hongye, you also said that this is the Linglong Fairy Sword Order."

"so what?"

"Fairy Linglong is a powerful figure in our Xuandu Temple. Fairy Linglong's sword order is the standard set by our Xuandu Temple. The standard set by our Xuandu Temple is used to restrain outsiders, not to restrain our own people."

Ji Changsheng's tone was calm and indifferent, which shattered Ying Hongye's three views: "People in the world must abide by the rules of our Xuandu Temple. Xuandu Temple has the final right to interpret the rules."

This is what we call the world's best value.

Ji Changsheng believed that the temple master and Li Changxi could cooperate with him well.

However, the abbot did not reply to him immediately, probably because he was busy with other things.

Ji Changsheng didn't wait for the master's reply immediately, nor did he care.

The master of the temple is the head of Xuandu Temple, the leader of the world's number one force, and he has to deal with a lot of things every day. And his cultivation cannot fall behind, otherwise the head of Xuandu Temple will never be as good as Yu Lao Mo and Huang Quan Emperor, which is a shame for the people of Xuandu Temple.

Therefore, the master of the temple has too many things to do every day, and it is definitely impossible for him to keep track of Ji Changsheng's information all the time.

Actually, it seems that my stepmother is a bit free recently.

Ji Changsheng seriously suspected that his stepmother was just watching his fun. She had been replying to his messages within seconds these past few days, which was very strange.

Logically speaking, my stepmother should be busy with many things every day.

"The abbot should be busy. Let's do our own thing first and go to Brother Cao's place."

Ji Changsheng looked at the petals of his golden lotus of merit and felt that if he worked harder, he would soon reach the late stage of the golden elixir.

Ying Hongye glanced at the execution ground.

Almost all the people have been killed.

There were still a few people who were too greedy, such as the prime minister and the minister of finance. Killing them directly would not be enough to appease the public anger, so the kind-hearted and charitable Ji Dashan petitioned the Emperor of Sheng State to sentence these people to death by slicing.

Now they are being tortured by the executioner.

Their wails were more beautiful to the people of Sheng State than any other heavenly music in the world.

The rising spirit of merit and virtue says it all.

Ying Hongye did not feel any sympathy for this. She just nodded and said, "Then go to Senior Brother Cao. But Changsheng, you are really too efficient. I can't keep up."

Somehow, Ying Hongye and Li Changxi reached a spiritual resonance.

I've never seen anyone so efficient.

She actually understood Chao Yuntian's reaction, because it was normal for Chao Yuntian to not be able to keep up with Ji Changsheng's actions.

Not to mention Chao Yuntian, she and Cao Ziming, the two helpers who followed behind Ji Changsheng, couldn't keep up with Ji Changsheng's actions.

Only half of the day has passed.

But a lot has happened.

"The homes of these ministers were raided in the morning, and the people were killed around noon. Now we are going to Danqing Fudi to prepare compensation for the spiritual stones that were purchased from Danqing Fudi's customers... Changsheng, how many things are you going to do in one day?"

It's really too exaggerated.

In Ying Hongye's opinion, what Ji Changsheng did this morning could be considered efficient if he could finish it in a month.

Confiscating property, imprisonment, investigating cases, reviewing cases, beheading people, counting, storing things, petitioning, approving petitions, distributing spiritual stones...

Under normal circumstances, every matter is likely to be delayed for two or three days or even a week.

Not to mention that an emperor of Sheng State just died yesterday...

Ying Hongye followed Ji Changsheng around the whole time and felt that everything was going too fast.

If Tongtian Chamber of Commerce could keep up with this pace of action, Xuandu Temple would have lost its title as the best in the world long ago.

Ying Hongye said with deep emotion: "Changsheng, I am willing to call you the fastest man!"

Ji Changsheng glanced at Ying Hongye.

"Why are you looking at me?" Ying Hongye was very sensitive this time and noticed something was wrong from Ji Changsheng's eyes: "Why do I feel that you have bad intentions in your eyes?"

Ji Changsheng smiled kindly: "It's okay, I will find a chance to prove it in the future."

"Prove what?"

"I'm definitely not fast!"

Ying Hongye: "? What do you mean?"

Obviously, Princess Hongye, like Senior Brother Cao, was busy with cultivation. Although she was a little more knowledgeable about the ways of the world than Senior Brother Cao, she still didn't have the extra energy to learn about love.

There was absolutely no hidden meaning in Ji Changsheng's words.

Ji Changsheng didn't explain to her either.

There is ample time.

……

five minutes later.

A blessed place for painting.

Cao Ziming is in charge of the overall situation here.

All the residents of Danqing Fudi who are in Shengjing City have gathered together.

Wei Zhongxian's men were also rushing here, carrying the property they had just confiscated from the ministers' homes.

This was the direct reason why Ying Hongye was impressed by Ji Changsheng’s efficiency just now.

The normal procedure is to first carefully count the property of these criminal officials and then confiscate it into the national treasury.

Ji Changsheng simply omitted this process.

It was just copied from the criminal official’s home.

It was then transported to Danqing Fudi to compensate the victims.

Ying Hongye reminded: "Changsheng, doing this will make it difficult to count, and it may end up being a bad debt."

Ji Changsheng nodded: "I know."

"So you still do this?"

Ji Changsheng said calmly: "I will not do this on the spot, so that these spirit stones can flow smoothly into the national treasury. Hongye, believe it or not, these spirit stones will no longer have anything to do with the people in the end."

Ying Hongye did not refute.

"I would rather these spirit stones become a bad debt than let them feed another group of parasites. I have too much confidence in human nature. If the group of people in the Golden Palace have any way to keep the spirit stones in their own hands, they will definitely not give them to the victims. Even if they do, it will be a long tug-of-war. Moreover, from top to bottom, with layer upon layer of exploitation, in the end, the spirit stones that can fall into the hands of these people are probably only one in ten."

Ji Changsheng has seen too many things like this.

So he was too lazy to go through the normal process.

"There is one more thing. The Xianmen investigation team will probably come in the next few days. If the investigation team confiscates the spiritual stones, it will be difficult to distribute them." Ji Changsheng said dimly, "My words are still effective now. If the Xianmen investigation team comes in two days, what if they are different from what I thought and are not led by people from Xuandu Temple? Then there will be risks. So while my words are effective, do the good deeds first. If the Xianmen investigation team still has some shame, they can't take back the spiritual stones that have been distributed."

Ying Hongye and Cao Ziming, who had just walked over and heard these words, were both moved.

Ying Hongye: "Changsheng, you are really gentle in your bones."

Cao Ziming nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, Junior Brother Ji, no matter who is in the Xianmen Investigation Team, as long as I am here, I will definitely not let them take back the spirit stones we have already distributed."

"Well, Senior Brother Cao, let them line up and take their certificates. According to the actual difference, come forward to collect the spiritual stones for compensation at a 1:1 ratio. We came to Sheng Country for the purpose of killing people, but what we are doing now is the purpose."

"Junior Brother Ji, you have great love in the world!" Cao Ziming was convinced.

Especially after he saw the heartfelt smiles on the faces of the residents of Danqing Fudi, his admiration for Junior Brother Ji became even more overflowing.

He is doing chivalrous things, and his fellow brothers and sisters in Danqing Pavilion are also doing so.

But Cao Ziming knew that even if they encountered such a thing, confiscating the properties of the criminal officials and confiscating the spiritual stones and putting them into the national treasury would be the ultimate outcome of their chivalrous deeds.

The heroes will not deal with the aftermath personally.

Ji Changsheng Club.

Junior Brother Ji is not a typical chivalrous hero.

But seeing the smiles on these people's faces, Cao Ziming confirmed that such chivalrous behavior was more meaningful.

Starting today, "Danqing Blessed Land" will be renamed "Huanyan Blessed Land".

"There are tens of thousands of mansions and mansions, and the world's poor people are all happy!"

This sentence was engraved by Ji Changsheng at the entrance of "Huanyan Blessed Land".

With the righteous spirit of Senior Brother Cao, the sky above Sheng Country shines brightly.

Know your mind and see your nature, write poetry to express your aspirations!

Before he came to Shengguo, he said this was what he was going to do.

He never wavered.

Always on the road!

Chapter 100: The devil's flames are raging, no taboos

The Demonic Cult, the Palace of Broken Souls.

Saint Hehuan also saw Ji Changsheng's inscription on the water curtain.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions and mansions, and the world's poor people are all happy!"

"Happy face!"

Saint Hehuan repeated it twice, her tone becoming increasingly firm: "This little guy has a crush on me!"

After all, her name is Li Huanyan.

If this isn’t secret love, then what is it?

Real hammer.

Thinking of this, Saint Hehuan blushed a little, which was unusual for her.

When she flirted with Ji Changsheng in the past, she was actually quite calm inside, after all, she liked Yu Linglong.

Teasing Ji Changsheng was just a joke, she wouldn't take it seriously, and she knew Ji Changsheng wouldn't take it seriously either.

But now, Ji Changsheng's poem expressing his aspirations made Saint Hehuan feel that something was wrong with the development of things.

"Is my charm so great? Has the little guy fallen for me?"

"Come to think of it, this is the first time someone has written me a love poem."

This is why Saint Hehuan blushed.

There are also differences between love poems and love poems.

Obviously, poems of this level, such as "I wish I had thousands of spacious houses to shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy," can go down in history.

Even thousands or even tens of thousands of years later, it can still be passed down by future generations.

By that time, she might have already ascended to the immortal world or died, but when future generations mention this poem, they will still think of her.

Few women can resist such romance.

When the Green Lotus Sword Immortal was wandering in the world before, he was in a terrible state, with no money, no power, no wealth, and no influence. However, he was still treated differently everywhere because of his talent for poetry, and even incurred countless romantic debts. This is the reason.

Talent is the best medical beauty for men.

As long as your talent reaches a certain level, other aspects can really be ignored.

"He is already in such danger in Sheng Country, yet he still wants to make a name for me and win people's support."

Saint Hehuan blushed and felt a little touched.

Strong people are narcissistic.

Being as powerful as the Saint of Hehuan, her level of narcissism is far beyond people's imagination.

Ji Changsheng could never have imagined that a line of poetry he casually copied could make Saint Hehuan think of this.

But no matter what, Saint Hehuan was moved.