The scream of the watchman can be heard throughout the streets, even in this village in the city.
The servant with an open flame and a staff passed by in a fiery manner.
Amid the barking of dogs and the crow of cocks, there was another burst of noise.
Fortunately, none of this disturbed Tushanjun's clear dream yesterday.
Early in the morning, I packed my bags and headed straight to the alley in the back street of Longrongfang.
The mist in the early morning was like the yawn of Tianji City, and there were not many people scattered among the sleepy eyes. Tushanjun, who came very early, looked a little at first sight, but what was even more strange was that there were still people waiting and looking around early.
When he saw the familiar black Taoist robe, the man was immediately overjoyed and hurried to greet him: "Brother Taoist really trusts people."
He thought that there was no trace of the monk in black robes after he came here, but he didn't expect that the words he hadn't finished speaking yesterday were actually listened to by this Taoist brother, and it was not in vain for him to stay here and wait for the sunrise.
"Have you collected enough spirit stones?"
The monk setting up the stall had a calm look and a calm expression.
However, there was still a hint of surprise in the corners of his slightly raised eyes.
I just took out eight spiritual stones yesterday, and now I'm here in a hurry.
It is not difficult for ordinary monks to come up with some savings, but he could see yesterday that this person's net worth is not very rich.
Although the Yin Soul Pill is unparalleled in its efficacy, it is just a Qi training pill. It may have some magic, but for monks who are used to poverty, it is far less than the price of a spiritual stone.
The price of the Qi Condensing Pill is very low. A low-grade spiritual stone can buy a porcelain bottle, and the elixir the size of a soybean is enough to last for a while.
"Enough is enough."
"Three jars of elixirs and I'll give you fifteen spiritual stones." Tu Shanjun waved his hand and took out three jars of porcelain from the package and placed them in front of the square scarf.
When he got the spirit stone, Tu Shanjun put the bag away with a glance and said with a smile: "The money and goods are clear."
After saying that, he rolled up the square scarf, folded it into the size of a handkerchief, and put it into his sleeve robe. After scattering all the goods on his body, he got fifteen more spiritual stones. Finally, he collected enough money to make the talisman, and he suddenly felt much lighter.
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"Wait a minute, will Brother Tao come again in the future?"
Tu Shanjun stopped, tilted his head slightly, and said calmly: "But I got four or five cans of elixirs by chance. I ate some myself and gave them to you. Where can I buy elixirs?"
As he spoke, he took a look at the monk holding the fan.
He looks quite handsome, but his white powder still shows a bit of charisma. It seems that the low-level monks in Tianji City are not as good as ordinary landlords, except Yuan.
He shook his head slightly while laughing, how could he compare this.
Since it is all about working on yourself, it is worth it even if you run around endlessly.
It's not that Tushanjun can't continue selling elixirs, but it's actually hard to explain.
Selling 'fake' elixirs is okay for a while, but doing it in the long term will always attract attention. When the time comes, the government will come to find out, and how to deal with it?
It's better to make a talisman.
The source is clean and the procedures are legitimate.
As long as you join the Lu Club, you can carry a long flag and sell it along the street.
The monk holding the clay pot secretly thought it was a pity, but did not continue to ask any further questions.
However, he said that Tu Shanjun had sold the elixirs to get the spiritual stones. When he was about to walk out of the alley, he saw two people, one tall and one short, standing in front of him.
The alley is narrow and cannot accommodate many people passing through.
The monk in black robes slightly cupped his hands and said loudly: "Fellow Taoist in front, please give way."
The two men ignored it.
The tall man held a mace and stared at Tushanjun with an indifferent expression.
Short Winter Melon sneered coldly, tapping the weapon ruler in his hand, and then said: "Do you know what the boundary is here? Are you asking me to give way?"
"oh."
"Appreciate further details."
"This alley is the back street of Longrongfang. It is the territory of our Zhongyi Society. You have been here for two days and now you want to leave. Isn't it too disrespectful to let our Zhongyi Society go?"
In the eyes!"
"Zhongyi Society? Never heard of it."
The monk in black robes stood there with a humble expression, holding his shoulders.
The corners of his mouth curved into a smile.
Ai Donggua said proudly: "The Zhongyi Society was established by Brother Huangshi..."
At the top of Tianji City is the Daqi Sect, but the Daqi Sect does not participate in the governance at all. The two Tianji Mansion yamen mostly maintain the general direction.
This makes Tianji City have many gangs, and those who work hard have gangs that work hard, and there are ways to deceive and abduct.
The big gangs occupy good places, and these little loaches gather in remote places.
Once there are a large number of people, they have power and strength, and they need property to maintain it, then tolls and protection fees appear, which is actually nothing unusual.
"I have to pass the road, but I don't want to give you the money. How do you treat me?"
The short winter melon was still bragging about his fierce fighting skills. When he heard what the monk in black robe said, he immediately became furious and pointed at the tall figure with a golden ring behind him: "Do you know this mace? If you don't want to pay, just
Hit the top with a mace. Then take out your soul and sell you to those dark ghost cultivators."
The monk in black robes was suddenly stunned, and then asked innocently: "Does the government not care?"
Press winter melon and Gao Jinhuan laughed together.
"Government?"
"Those masters and strong men, the disciples of the Great Weapon Sect only care about those strong men. My elder brother has already taken care of them. Even if you shout to attract the guards, they won't be able to save you."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly: "It makes sense."
Monks never care about such trivial matters.
The big shots allow knives to walk on the streets, but they will not allow self-propelled nuclear bombs to unleash their power at any time. Therefore, it is the high-level monks who attract attention as soon as they enter the city.
On the contrary, those with low cultivation may be complacent because the damage they cause is too low.
"Hurry up and hand over your money!"
"Where does your brother live?" The monk in black robes continued to ask as if he hadn't heard.
"What nonsense, Daikin, destroy him!"
"good!"
The big man with the golden ring responded, then walked past the short winter melon, spit in his hand, clenched the mace, and roared, his body was like a strong black bear, and he felt the bad wind blowing against his face.
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The short winter melon seemed to have experienced the pleasure of crushing the head with the mace. The red and white merged into a ball, and the warmth splashed on the face. Then it was his turn to take action to seize the man's money.
They had long noticed this monk in black robes. Judging from his appearance, he must be a wealthy man.
Yesterday, someone lured an official to let this kid escape. I didn't expect to gain anything again today.
Dwarf Winter Melon couldn't help but admire that he was very smart and could predict the enemy first.
"Why hasn't it been solved yet?"
Thinking of this, Dwarf Winter Melon frowned and looked into the distance.
Dai Jin is a master in the late stage of Qi training. In addition to his natural divine power and the need to train his body, generally those poor casual cultivators at the same level are no match for Dai Jin.
Anyone stopped by them must hand over the spirit stone obediently or leave a corpse behind.
"Dajin, what are you doing?"
Seeing that Dajin was standing still like a clay sculpture, Dwarf Melon quickly urged: "Deal with him quickly."
However, the big man with the golden ring remained motionless, still maintaining the posture of raising the mace.
The monk in mysterious black robes walked past the golden-ringed man.
As the monk got closer, he saw that he was dragging a black and red thing that looked like a silk thread in his hand. It was said that it was a silk thread and looked like a chain.
The other end of the silk thread had already been pierced into the middle of the golden-ringed man's eyebrows like a steel needle.
The big man with the golden ring stared at him and stood quietly.
There is no color in my eyes anymore.
Dwarf Winter Melon didn't know what happened. He only knew that he couldn't call Dajin, and at some point, a blue-gray palm fell on his shoulder.
The aversion and coldness converged into fear that exploded in my heart, growing crazily like clusters of flowers and plants.
He opened his mouth tremblingly.
But he could only kneel on the ground.
"Senior, the young ones are ignorant and ignorant of advanced cultivation."
"Don't blame those who don't know. I'm just inviting you."
"What do you want me to ask for?"
"Please be hit by a golden melon to draw out your soul and refine your soul." Tu Shanjun said calmly.
He came with eyes wide open, and the black and red silk thread in his hand stung the short winter melon between his eyebrows like a poisonous snake. But in an instant, a soul appeared in his hand. The blue-gray palm became whiter and whiter, and the flesh-colored nails turned into black and purple.
"Search for souls!"
A few moments.
Tu Shanjun withdrew the black and red silk thread, and the two corpses in front of him suddenly turned into evil spirits and souls and were gathered into his sleeves and robes.
"Longrongfang..."
…
Huangshi woke up from the cold.
It seemed to be extremely cold tonight, so much so that it was unbearable for him, a Qigong practitioner, to wake up.
He stood up and looked at the windows and doors. They were both closed. He seemed a little thirsty. He walked to the table and chair and sat down. He was about to pour himself tea when he suddenly found that there seemed to be a vague figure in front of him.
The drowsiness and haziness he felt just now suddenly turned into a chill, like cold water pouring over his head, waking him up suddenly.
"Who are you, Your Excellency?"
"Are you Huangshi?"
Huang Shi was startled. The voice was ethereal and hoarse. It was as unpleasant as the friction of iron plates. However, the indifferent sound was like a demon's roar, which shocked his mind. Even his body could not help but lower down and regenerate.
I couldn't afford any resistance, so I could only answer honestly: "Yes."
"Zhongyi Society, Shetou, Huangshi?"
"yes."
"That's right." The figure's face was reflected in the candlelight, but it turned out to be a green-faced and fanged evil ghost.
Just before Huang Shi's magic power was about to burst out, a ghostly hand fell on the top of his head. With a crunching sound, his tall body suddenly collapsed on the table like mud.
"receive!"
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A lot of killing to refine one's soul and looting property.
Finally returned to the orphanage.
Tu Shanjun touched the slender pocket on his waist, which already contained hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones, two spiritual talismans, and a set of magic weapons.
Sure enough, a man will not be rich without windfall, and a horse will not be fat without night grass.
It's a pity that Huangshi is also poor.
To maintain the "Zhongyi Society", the expenses are naturally not small, and there is not much savings left.
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The next day.
In the courtyard, Tushanjun, who was about to go to the shop to buy tools for making talismans, was waiting quietly for Xu Sanniang.
But first we saw a familiar face.
In Longrongfang, an old woman engaged in the coffin shop and other funeral industries came to visit.
Xu Sanniang seemed a little surprised: "Grandma Qing."
"Why does my mother-in-law have time to come here?"
"Ms. Xu, I didn't come here to look for you."
Xu Sanniang asked doubtfully: "Aren't you looking for me?"
"I'm looking for him."
Grandma Qing pointed at the monk in black robes who was standing next to Xu Sanniang, holding a wine gourd and smashing the bar's mouth.
The second update will be later.
I went to attend a friend's wedding. I felt a little tired today and came back late in the afternoon.