It has been half a month since I met the Demon King.
Chi Xuan's cultivation level has not grown rapidly. Compared with the rapid advancement of his cultivation level in the past, his cultivation level now seems to be stagnant.
This is because every time he takes the elixir, he will cut it open with his teeth.
Only when the potency of the medicine is greatly reduced can the pill be swallowed.
Use the subtle medicinal properties to improve your own cultivation, so that you won't be criticized by the devil in the soul flag.
Tu Shanjun saw all this.
People are naturally afraid of their own unknown power.
Because his cultivation level was so much higher, Chi Xuan didn't have any sense of stability.
It was like there was a hanging rope around Chi Xuan's neck. He didn't know when the rope would tighten and take away his life.
Tu Shanjun did not dissuade him.
He will still provide Chi Xuan with a Yin Soul Pill that is similar to Chi Xuan's cultivation level every day, and he will also answer Chi Xuan's questions about his cultivation without refuting anything.
Tu Shanjun didn't feel that he was being tricked by Ren Hu. His cultivation was his own, and if he deserted on this kind of thing, Hu would be tricking not others, but Chi Xuan himself.
After half a month of getting along with each other and having his spiritual consciousness enter the soul flag, Chi Xuan has a general understanding.
The Soul Reverend Banner is by no means as simple as a magic weapon.
Tu Shanjun does not restrict his freedom, so he often goes to the majestic city at the foot of the mountain. He can't see through anyone he meets casually, but they won't answer his questions.
At first he thought it was because others were ignoring him, but later he found out that it was because these people seemed to have no clear mind. They only had high intelligence and acted according to certain established rules.
Even if he is in a big city, he feels lonely.
In this gray world, the only person who can answer his question is the owner of the Taoist temple.
The black-robed monk whom he secretly derogated as the Demon King.
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"Taoist Priest, today the price of rice has increased by another twenty cents, or five taels of silver. We can no longer get the original grain."
"Even if I lower the price, I can only lower it by five cents. If it's too low, the other grain merchants in the city will cause trouble for me." The young man in fine embroidery cupped his hands, sighed slightly, and lowered his voice.
"It's also difficult for the Chamber of Commerce to do it."
Chi Xuan bowed his head slightly and said generously: "I understand."
The skyrocketing price of food, which changes day by day, coupled with the failure of grain dealers to collect food and distribute it, has left many people without food.
In the alley, there are more people selling their sons and daughters.
I heard that the recent market situation is that the price of male babies is higher than that of female babies, which is strange.
Chi Xuan is just a Taoist priest. He will spend some of the money he saves, but he is not a savior.
There is no law to advise parents who sell their children.
The final result is probably that he will spend his own money to help them overcome the current difficulties, and then when their money is gone, he will continue to sell his sons and daughters.
Chi Xuan left the grain shop and went to the medicine shop.
Young Master Yang exclaimed: "Taoist Priest!"
"I didn't expect Young Master Yang to be here today."
Chi Xuan cupped his hands: "Some of the medicinal materials have been used up, so I came to buy some."
"Come on, choose the best medicinal materials for the Taoist priest."
Chi Xuan waved his hands and said: "No, no, just give Pindao the worst medicinal materials. Pindao needs a lot of medicinal materials. If you can save more, just save more."
Expensive medicinal materials are indeed very effective, but they are very expensive.
Poor medicinal materials may not be very effective, but they are still good medicines for curing diseases and saving lives. If he has money to buy poorer medicinal materials, he can buy more of them.
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Cook porridge to relieve disaster victims and give alms to beggars.
Chi Xuan set up the stove and began to boil the medicinal soup, adding magical talismans to maximize the effectiveness of the medicine.
He actually didn't quite understand why this happened.
Obviously there are a lot of fields in Mingji County, but the Yamen has not thought about settling these people, nor has it thought about opening warehouses to release grain for relief.
Put a bowl of thin rice soup every day to prevent them from starving to death, that's all.
The wealthy people in the city wear fine clothes and carry sachets and sniffing bags on their waists. The wine and meat they squander every day can be exchanged for countless times of food, and only one ration of food can save a person's life.
"Is there any way to change my old practice?" Chi Xuan murmured.
"The emperors of the Great Cang Dynasty are not in a hurry. When will it be your turn, a little Taoist priest from Fangwai who is on the third level of Qi training, to be in a hurry?" A cold voice sounded in Chi Xuan's ears, with an unspeakable coldness.
"His people are dead, what does that have to do with you?"
Tu Shanjun's words were like a fish bone stuck in his throat. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it. Chi Xuan was so choked that he didn't know how to ask any more questions, and he felt a tight breath in his chest.
It doesn't matter if you vomit, and it doesn't matter if you don't vomit.
Tu Shanjun was too lazy to help clean up this mess.
He just took out the general outlines he had made, listed the rules and regulations, took out the system under his rule, and then taught him step by step, and finally made it stable. What's the point?
They don’t think about reform to become stronger, they hope that a savior will appear and then they can live and work in peace and contentment.
How stupid!
Tu Shanjun has no habit of crying at graves, let alone carrying other people's coffins to his own home to cry.
As for those who go to other people's territory and cry at other people's graves, they are even more insane.
Chi Xuan suddenly fell silent.
After a long time, he said: "My master picked me out of the dead when he took me in. I was weak and sick, and my qualifications were not good."
"At that time, a nobleman sent his concubine here to learn magic. That man was highly qualified."
"But, there is only one true successor of Red Yang Palace..."
Chi Xuan didn't say anything more. Perhaps he was moved by the scene, or he heard Tu Shanjun's cold words. He felt that this shouldn't be the case, so he said a few more words.
After all this busy work, it was evening.
After getting out, Chi Xuan walked to the tavern.
Just as he raised the curtain in front of him, someone was already waiting not far away, shouting: "Taoist Master."
"Place a pot of green bamboo leaves."
Chi Xuan sat calmly on the seat.
Old man Chen wiped his hands, took out the bamboo leaf green that had been prepared long ago, put it on the table in front of Chi Xuan, and said: "I heard that the Taoist priest came to the county this morning. It seems that today is not so easy."
Chi Xuan poured himself a glass of wine and said, "There's nothing relaxing about it."
"The child came as soon as he heard your footsteps and ran dozens of times throughout the afternoon."
"Is the child okay?"
"I would also like to thank the Taoist priest for some good advice."
"Little old man, please don't disturb Taoist Master's pleasure." Old man Chen wisely left, leaving Chi Xuan alone.
Spiritual energy floated in front of him, and a languid figure appeared in front of Chi Xuan.
"you……"
Chi Xuan's eyes widened and he quickly looked around in panic to see the reactions of other drinkers.
"A little trick."
The pale figure that appeared pointed at Chi Xuan's eyes and said, "Only you can see this shadow of me."
Tu Shanjun's true form is at the peak of the Golden Core. Not to mention Qi training, even foundation building cannot make his true form come out.
The shallow figure at the first level of Qi training in front of me is just Tu Shanjun who placed a ray of his spiritual consciousness on it, and then selected a Yin Shen who had just entered the level from the soul flag to turn into a clone.
With this little mana allocated, the clone doesn't even have combat effectiveness.
"Then what does the old cultivator do out here?"
"It's not because I want to drink a bar."
"I wanted to drink it, but I thought I'd better not get you into trouble." Tu Shanjun's tone was full of regret.
"What's the trouble with drinking?"
Chi Xuan didn't know what to say and replied dully. He couldn't guess what the Demon Lord wanted to do, but the other party walked out like this, which made him feel shocked and frightened.
This shows that the other party's actions will not be greatly restricted.
After hearing Chi Xuan's words, Tu Shanjun smiled calmly.
He sensed that a jar of spiritual wine brewed with incense and wish power was placed at the bottom of the wine cellar. He wanted to buy it to taste it, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
There is no need to influence Chi Xuan because of greed.
Along the way, I have seen almost everything I need to see and know almost everything I need to know.
The thick incense that enveloped Jicheng looked like a cake with butter, making people want to take away the box containing the cake.
That is because he did not want to force him, and he had no intention of killing Chi Xuan.
Otherwise, Tu Shanjun will definitely use his magic power to wave the soul flag to absorb all the gathered incense and wish power.
The place where thousands of incense gathers is not a temple or a Taoist temple.
It’s the county government!
Tu Shanjun did not explain these things to Chi Xuan.
Chi Xuan wouldn't understand even if he told me.
All in all, the world does look strange.
Tu Shanjun suspected that it might be because of the seal of Dahei Mountain that he landed in this place at a specific time and place, whether it was a cave or a small world.
"Looking back suddenly, it turned out that I had to look for the reason within myself."
Tu Shanjun looked at the seal of Daheishan in the sea of consciousness. This seal is a fusion of the Shinto magic weapon and the foundation stone of Daheishan. It is a magic weapon and a treasure that can mobilize the power of incense and suppress the power of incense.
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Jicheng.
County government.
The magistrate of Ji County was receiving a short man wearing a long gown. The man had a mustache and looked a little funny.
But the county magistrate didn't dare to laugh.
Because the person in front of me is an imperial envoy of the imperial court.
The long-robed man twirled his beard and said in a deep voice: "County Magistrate Hu, why is it that the number of people in your territory has increased, but the items collected have not increased, but have gradually decreased. When I passed by the county town, the county guard mentioned it to me.
Let’s get over this.”
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"How high your official rank is, how high your salary is, and don't cross the line."
Magistrate Hu knelt on the ground with a bang and shouted: "Your Majesty, the imperial envoy, I am unjustly accused."
"Wang Decai died and Xiaguan took over. Now it has only been a few years. The prestige is insufficient, government affairs are busy, and there are natural and man-made disasters. To be able to recover to such a degree is Xiaguan's best effort."
"Your subordinates don't dare to be greedy for ink."
"If I had really become a corrupt official, my cultivation would not be like this now."
The man in a long gown waved his hand and said, "Okay, I know, I just want to ask the superior officer for you."
"I will report your difficulties to the court."
"I am here with the tasks assigned by the imperial court to each of your counties. All the records are here. You can memorize them after reading them yourself, so as not to leave any traces." The man in a long gown handed over a roll of talisman paper.
To Magistrate Hu.
Magistrate Hu took the talisman tremblingly, opened it, and the child's hole suddenly shrank: "Seriously?!"
"Do your duty well, and when the matter is completed, the court will reward you, and Your Majesty will remember your merits."
The floating sound gradually faded away.
Magistrate Hu suddenly raised his head, and the man in long gown in front of him had disappeared.
Looking again, the talisman in his hand had turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.
This chapter has been completed!