Ma Yinchu was finally possessed and could inherit the old Taoist priest's mantle.

Even until his death, the old Taoist priest still tried his best to inspire Ma Yinchu's devilish thoughts at the cost of his life.

He succeeded!

"Ma Yinchu is called into a demon, which is his inner demon." Su Dong looked at the old Taoist priest, and a hint of emotion appeared in his eyes:

"It's just that Ma Yinchu is greedy for power and wealth. Being possessed by demons may not be a good thing for him. I'm afraid that Ma Yinchu will not be able to suppress the devil's thoughts, be influenced by the devil's thoughts, and become the supreme demon."

After becoming a demon, if you can suppress the inner demon and control the demonic thoughts with the heart of Tao, you need to constantly polish and test it, and you will be like walking on thin ice step by step. If you can't suppress the inner demon, the demonic thoughts will expand infinitely, and the power of the mind will be a thousand miles a day, and your cultivation will be a thousand miles a day.

The price is to completely fall into the devil's way!

Once you become a demon, it is easy to increase your cultivation. As long as you continue to satisfy your desires and expand your desires, you will continue to increase your cultivation, and then eventually lose yourself, be taken over by the demons, and become the supreme devil.

"Senior brother, the master is dead, the dead are gone." Su Donglai persuaded him.

Ma Yinchu stood up after hearing this, his scarlet eyes gradually dissipated, and he looked at Ma Yinchu blankly, standing in the dilapidated Sutra Tower for a long time without saying a word.

"I heard what you and the old Taoist priest said before." Ma Yinchu turned around and looked at Su Donglai: "Do you choose to stay in Zhongnan Mountain or go down the mountain?"

"Although Zhongnan Mountain is good, it is also the territory of my senior brother, so I have no intention of staying for a long time." Su Donglai said: "I have my business, what I want to do, and my senior brother has my business."

The two of them looked at me and I looked at you. Su Donglai said, "I'm actually very curious, how did you destroy the old Taoist priest?"

"I just sold the recipe for Liuwei Dihuang Pills." Ma Yinchu said lightly.

Su Donglai was stunned.

The remaining two prescriptions are the treasures of the old Taoist priests. They are regarded as the last heritage of the Zhongnan Mountain lineage by the old Taoist priests. The final inheritance was sold by Ma Yinchu.

"Do you think I shouldn't sell it?" Ma Yinchu looked at Su Donglai.

"It really shouldn't be sold." Su Donglai thought for a moment before saying.

"I sold the pill recipe to the famous man in front of Jiang Dashuai: Mr. Dai. With the help of Mr. Dai, I have now been appreciated by Mr. Jiang and have become a hot figure in Chang'an City, doing material coordination under Mr. Jiang's command." Ma Yinchu looked at Su Donglai.

"After gaining the support of Mr. Jiang, my Zhongnan Mountain will regain the glory of that year, and the Zhongnan Mountain Daoqi will also become the largest Taoist throne in the Eastern Capital." Ma Yinchu's eyes showed a hint of pride.

Su Donglai was speechless when he heard this. His eyes looked at the sky, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Senior brother has his own plans, and I don't have much to say. But... these warlords are all jackals who eat meat and don't spit bones." Su Donglai put his hands in his sleeves: "Today, he can prosper, and he will naturally decline from this in the future. It is always bad to place hope on others."

"Of course I know, so I have all the Liuwei Dihuang Pills in charge, and all the goods are produced by me in Zhongnan Mountain. I earn 30% of the profits in Zhongnan Mountain are enough to be the foundation for my Zhongnan Mountain for a hundred years." Ma Yinchu said with a smile:

"When I fully stand firm at the foot of the mountain, I don't have to use the weather, rain and snow to pretend to be a ghost."

Cicadas crowed outside the window, which made people feel upset.

"I will go down the mountain when the old Taoist priest has passed the mourning period." Su Donglai said.

He had no feelings for Ma Yinchu, and the two of them were completely trading and using them.

However, the old Taoist priest taught himself wholeheartedly and regarded himself as the successor of the robe and bowl. It would be impossible for Su Donglai to say that he had no concern in his heart.

He picked up the palm-leaf fan beside him with both hands, and Su Donglai slapped in dismay.

He probably had some understanding of the old Taoist priest's state of mind before his death. The old Taoist priest was disappointed with Ma Yinchu, but he cared for him. He was angry that he did not fight and mourned his misfortune.

He infused a lot of effort into Ma Yinchu, but he was ruined by Ma Yinchu again.

Ma Yinchu is his inner demon and his flaw in his state of mind.

He spent his whole life trying to bring Ma Yinchu into the Tao and make up for his debts back then, but unfortunately he was in vain after all.

Su Donglai put his hands in his sleeves, his eyes looked into the distance, and his eyes showed a little thought.

He understood the last look of the old Taoist priest. Although the old Taoist priest told him to cut off the cause and effect with Ma Yinchu, so as not to be dragged down by Ma Yinchu in the future, it also contained a hint of prayer.

"The contract I signed at the beginning is still valid. Within ten years, I will provide you with all the changes in the weather," Su Donglai said.

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the pavilion and quickly walked towards the front yard.

Looking at Su Donglai's back, a gloom appeared all over Ma Yinchu, and he stood there without saying a word for a long time.

The old Taoist priest was in funeral. The Taoist priests in the temple were not sad, but the little orange cried and sat in front of the coffin with Su Donglai, crying and howling.

Ma Yinchu was vigilant for one day, and a phone call from the middle of the night, Ma Yinchu hurried down the mountain.

Su Donglai stood in front of the gate of the hall, looked at Ma Yinchu's back, and couldn't help but sigh: "Master, you are disappointed."

Su Donglai kept vigil for the old Taoist priest until the funeral was held seven days later, but Ma Yinchu still did not return.

After the funeral of the old Taoist priest, Su Donglai returned to the Sutra Library, looked at several books on the second floor, picked them up and opened them, and then a letter fell out.

Su Dong looked at the letter paper and couldn't help but be stunned.

Under the mountain

The Mansion of the Grand Marshal

At this time, there were figures sitting in front of a ten-meter-long mahogany square table.

There were generals in military uniforms, yamen staff in suits, and agents in black casual clothes.

At this time, Mr. Dai and Ma Yinchu were sitting in the room

The cicadas were screaming outside the window, making people even more upset. At this time, everyone was sitting in the conference room, holding fans in their hands and constantly swaying wildly. The big fan in the room whimpered, but it still made people feel hot.

Layers of water were sprinkled on the ground, and popsicles were placed on the table, and everyone kept eating.

Ma Yinchu sat there expressionlessly, looking at the news in his hand, and his heart sank into the bottom of the valley.

There is so much trouble!

He knew that the trouble that really belonged to him was coming!

"Chang'an has not experienced severe drought for a hundred years, and no grass has grown in the wilderness. From the beginning of spring to the present, a drop of rain has not fallen." Ma Yinchu's heart sank.

For him, the real test has been made.

"I must remove the title of this charlatan as soon as possible, otherwise there will be greater trouble in the future. I have already established my foothold in the Marshal's Mansion and don't need to pretend to be a god." Ma Yinchu's thoughts flashed: "It's just today's situation, how should I deal with it?"

Just as Ma Yinchu was thinking a lot, a voice came: "Hello, Grandmaster!"

The voice of the guards of the Grandmaster's Mansion came from outside the door.

With a series of shouts, Jiang Dashuai had already arrived at the door, pushed the door and entered the conference room, and his eyes looked at the people in the conference room.

"Hello, Grandmaster!" Everyone stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Sit down, don't be polite." Jiang Dashuai picked up the fan before the case and started slowly: "Have you heard about what you asked you to come? Chang'an territory suffered a great man who had not seen in a century, and the entire Yellow River was cut off!" Jiang Dashuai sighed: "If you don't find a way to solve it, I am afraid that my Chang'an territory will not be harvested this year. When the famine comes, our Chang'an territory will probably be over. Millions of people are displaced and bandits will inevitably arise. Food is our lifeline. Once the grains are not harvested this year, we will have to buy a large amount of grain from Jiangnan. At that time... it will definitely be controlled by others, and I don't know how much it will cost."

"Can you have a way to solve this flood?" Jiang Dashuai's eyes looked like a torch.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and one of them said, "Master, are you going to dig a well now?"

"How many wells can be dug? How many fields can be irrigated? Punching a well is just a drop in the bucket. Now even the Yellow River has been cut off, and the underground river has dried up. The thousand-year-old well behind the Marshal's Mansion the day before yesterday has all dried up." Marshal Jiang shook his head.

"What if the Jing River and Zhangjiang River water are brought here?" someone said again.

"The distance water cannot quench the near thirst." Jiang Dashuai shook his head.

At this time, the atmosphere in the field was solemn. Suddenly, someone looked at Ma Yinchu, who was sitting upright, like a wooden carving.

"Master General, isn't Mr. Ma Yinchu capable of calling the wind and rain? I have a severe drought in Chang'an, so why not ask Mr. Ma to rain?" Gu Wenshan said.

Guwenshan is one of the top ten war generals under Mr. Jiang. He has made great achievements and is one of the important arms for Mr. Jiang to be able to firmly sit in Chang'an.

Swish ~

The next moment, in the conference room, everyone's eyes were all looking at Ma Yinchu, with mid-await, curiosity, and scrutiny in their eyes, and all the meanings were indescribable.

"Here you come!"

Ma Yinchu's heart moved.

He had long since encountered this severe drought that was rare in a century, and he knew that he could not avoid it at all.

I remember that in order to get on the throne quickly, he had a lot of the ability to pretend to be a god.

For example, when Su Donglai determined the time of rain, he would go to the altar in advance to ask for rain for the people of Chang'an.

It was popular all over Chang'an for a while.

At that time, in order to get on the throne quickly, he had no choice.

He naturally knew the hidden dangers, but he had no choice.

He was an ordinary Taoist priest who wanted to enter the Grand Marshal's Mansion and quickly take power, becoming an important figure in the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

Otherwise, if the elites of the Grand Marshal's Mansion gather together, why should he climb up?

Why is his turn?

trouble!

Not an ordinary trouble!

"It's a trouble, and it's also an opportunity to solve the trouble." Ma Yinchu's thoughts flashed: "Maybe, this is an opportunity to completely solve the charlatan."

"Why did Mr. Ma teach me?" Mr. Jiang looked at Ma Yinchu and asked in his eyes.

"This severe drought is rare in a century. How difficult is it to ask for rain? It is as difficult as climbing to heaven. This is a drought that comes to the world, and it is a punishment of heaven." Ma Yinchu replied.
Chapter completed!