Zhao Qing's face with Chinese characters looked so upright, and he said with a hint of tenderness: "Fellow Taoist is a disciple of the Taoist sect, and poor Taoist is also a disciple of the Taoist sect. We are all Sanqing disciples, so we naturally have to take care of each other when we go out.<
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Who will not encounter difficulties when traveling across Kyushu?
Seeing that the fellow Taoist is very young, he must have gone down the mountain to gain experience. Pindao also came from this stage of fellow Taoist. It was also thanks to the seniors who took care of Pindao that he did not have too hard a time when he was traveling.
Our Taoist sect pays attention to passing on the fire from generation to generation. In the past, the seniors helped Pindao. Now that Pindao has met fellow Taoists, he naturally wants to help you too.
Whether you are short of money, want to eat, or want to stay for a few days, no problem!!"
There was a smile on Zhao Qing's face, and he looked at Ji Bofu as if he were looking at his nephew.
Ji Bofu's frown deepened. He could tell that what Zhao Qing said was true.
But precisely because these were true, it made his heart palpitate even more, but the anger in his heart had gradually dissipated.
Ji Bofu also saw that Zhao Qing probably believed that he was right in his heart regarding Old Man Li's daughter. Such people have their own set of rules of conduct.
In other words, what Zhao Qing did is the code of conduct in this world, and his behavioral habits and inner moral concepts have been inherited from the previous life. In addition, even though his moral concepts have declined after traveling through this life, they are still in line with the current world.
The moral concepts in this world are very different.
He himself can be said to have stood on the moral high ground in this world.
However, in order not to leave knots in his heart and to prevent his hands from being stained with unnecessary blood, he still had to ask.
"Fellow Taoist, I just saw an old man and a dead woman at the back door. I wonder?"
Zhao Qing's expression did not change, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth as he said nonchalantly: "The poor Taoist thought something had happened when my fellow Taoist looked so heavy, but it turned out to be this.
You are still young, and when you reach the age of Ping Dao, you will know the pain of not making any progress in your cultivation.
They are just some dual cultivation methods, using virgin Yuan Yin to nourish one's own cultivation.
Pindao provides money, and the surrounding villages provide people, and the business is carried out without bullying, but Pindao will never bully the weak!"
Ji Bofu frowned and said, "But...but don't the people in the village care?"
Zhao Qing waved his hand and said: "Pindao didn't ask them to send people over. Pindao just let them know. As for those untouchables, they can't live anymore. The money Pindao gave is enough to send a girl."
They have had enough to eat for a month, but you don’t know, fellow Taoist, that several surrounding villages have built shrines for Pindao!!”
Having said this, Zhao Qing couldn't help but feel a little proud.
"Has the world become so corrupt?"
Ji Bofu murmured to himself, feeling like he wanted to go back to the mountain.
It’s really too scary to get a glimpse of the whole picture. Such a chaotic world is really too scary.
Ji Bofu turned around and walked out of the central hall, walking towards the outside of the gym with an expressionless face.
"Fellow Taoist? Why are you leaving?"
Just as Zhao Qing was about to chase him out, he suddenly looked up in horror.
Rumble~~
A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and struck him accurately. The thunder struck down the entire nave, and the tall statue of the Three Purities also fell to the ground and was buried among the ruins.
"I guess the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty would not be willing to accept the worship of such an animal!!"
Ji Bofu left the gym without looking back.
According to the moral concepts of this world, Zhao Qing is undoubtedly not wrong. After all, he was given money.
As he said himself, at least he had enough food for people, and Ji Bofu was also willing to believe that someone in the surrounding villages had built a shrine for him.
But it's a pity that Zhao Qing met him.
His moral concepts are different from those of this world, so he naturally has to judge Zhao Qing according to his own moral concepts.
"Pindao is really incompatible with this world!!"
Standing on the busy street, Ji Bofu felt a very strong sense of alienation in his heart.
Looking at the numb flow of people, he seemed like an outsider who couldn't fit in.
I don’t know how long it took, but the apricot-yellow Taoist robe was gradually submerged in the crowd, but the apricot-yellow Taoist robe was so conspicuous among the crowds of people in coarse linen clothes.
"It would be great if a saint appeared in this world, so that the poor would no longer have to see these shameful things!!"
Ji Bofu is naturally unwilling to be one of those saints. He knows very well what kind of material he is. He is a person destined to become an immortal, not a saint!!
Although he doesn't want to be a saint, he desperately hopes that a saint will appear!!
Ji Bofu was originally in a heavy mood, but he soon put these heavy thoughts behind him.
Ji Bofu came to the inner city. After entering the inner city, he realized that the outer city where he was just now turned out to be a poor area.
Compared with the outer city, the inner city is much more prosperous.
The cries of vendors on the street are endless, and the flow of people is obviously brighter, with more and more silks and satins.
Compared with the numbness on the faces of people in the outer city, the faces of people in the inner city are full of smiles and seem very lively.
"Okay!!"
"Okay~~~"
Ji Bofu was wandering aimlessly, and suddenly bursts of cheers from the front attracted Ji Bofu's attention.
When I walked forward, I saw that someone was doing tricks on the street.
There was a middle-aged strong man holding a plate of hemp rope in his hand, and he shouted boldly to the crowd around him: "I, Zhao Erhu, have just arrived in Guibao. Today, I will perform a piece of fairy rope passed down from my family for everyone. The rich will give me some money."
There are people who support each other."
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly, made seals with his hands, stamped his right foot on the ground, and then suddenly opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "The Immortal Rope, get up!!"
Throwing the hemp rope upward in your hand, the hemp rope quickly extended upward as if it had life.
The three-foot-long hemp rope continued to extend upwards and quickly disappeared into the clouds in front of the public.
The magical scene stunned the people around.
Ji Bofu was stunned when he saw this, then turned around and left with a 'huh' sound.
I really thought it was some kind of miraculous magic at first, but it turned out to be just a deception.
A three-foot-long hemp rope is standing in the air, but above the three-foot mark, it is a real deception, or it may be an illusion.
Ji Bofu originally wanted to expose this deception, but suddenly he remembered Zhao Qing just now, so he stopped being that evil person.
The Zhao Qing just now was in the realm of night wandering, and this Zhao Qing who used the blinding technique was also in the realm of night wandering.
Although they have the same level of cultivation, their lifestyles are completely different, so he is willing to let a strong man who is honest about life live.
Of course, the more important thing is that he is not a nosy person. If there are some things that are really unacceptable to him, he will not care about them.
After staying away from the man who was doing tricks just now, Ji Bofu continued to stroll on this bustling street.
Along the way, there are people selling candied haws, people breaking rocks on their chests, and people playing monkeys. The whole street is very lively.
“Yelai Inn!!”
Ji Bofu suddenly stopped at the door of an inn, looked up at the words "Yelai Inn" and felt speechless.
"It is indeed the number one inn in all the worlds, it's really amazing!!"
As soon as I walked into the inn, a young man with a towel on his shoulders came over and nodded and said: "Little Daoist, do you want to go to the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
"Eat!!"
"Okay, little Daoist, please invite me."
The boy led Ji Bofu up to the second floor.
The second floor is not empty, there is only one customer.
Ji Bofu found a seat near the window and sat down and said: "Two pounds of soy beef, two pounds of mutton, and two plates of fried vegetables!!"
"Okay, two pounds of beef with soy sauce, two pounds of mutton, and two plates of vegetables. Would you like a pot of tea, Mr. Dao?"
"No need."
"Then, little Daoist, please wait a moment!!"
After the boy went down, Ji Bofu looked aimlessly at the flow of people on the street. When his eyes glanced at the guest at another table on the second floor, he was suddenly attracted by a strange weapon.
The strange weapon is similar to a spear with a sharp tip in the middle, but it has two branches on the side, bending upward into a crescent shape, and connected to the gun body at the bottom. It is about three meters long, with a front edge of about 31 centimeters long, and both sides are curved.
The blades are each twenty-five centimeters long, with a 1.5 centimeter-long tooth tip.
It is said that this is a spear with crescent blades on both sides. It is said that it is Fang Tian's painted halberd, but it is quite different from Fang Tian's painted halberd.
This weapon is very strange, and its owner is even more strange. He is a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face, thick black hair hanging freely on his back, a broad waist, and long arms reaching his knees. Anyone who sees it will shout "What an upright man!"
It's a pity that this man is grabbing a table full of meat and eating it crazily. The huge beef stick bones are swallowed into his stomach without even chewing a few mouthfuls.
Ji Bofu could hear the sound of the cow bone being crushed by his teeth even ten meters away from him.
Invincible in terms of martial arts cultivation!!
Ji Bofu instantly judged that this was a martial arts practitioner. Martial arts training is one, and the other is eating.
Practicing martial arts requires a lot of food energy, and ordinary food contains less energy, so you naturally need to eat more.
Eating ten cows a day on the body of a martial arts practitioner is not a lie, but a true portrayal of it.
Of course, if there are heavenly materials and earthly treasures that contain a lot of essence, you don’t need to eat so much, such as Ji Bofu’s Lingya Rice.
Obviously, this young 'man' does not have such natural resources, so he can only use this method of eating a lot to maintain his daily cultivation needs.
Ji Bofu watched this young man destroying the food on the table in a furious manner, curled his lips and said in his heart: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, luckily I am a Taoist who practices Qi, otherwise he would spend less than half of his day eating.
, I can’t stand it!!”
"I am poor in literature and rich in martial arts, but the ancients will not deceive me!!"
Just follow this way of eating, how can ordinary people withstand it?
Want to get ahead?
Then go practice martial arts!!
If you want to practice martial arts, you must first eat well, otherwise the wear and tear on your body can kill you!
But eating well means having money, but how can a poor person be rich??
Ji Bofu inexplicably realized the reason why ordinary people would always be used as firewood.
As for practicing Taoism?
Don't be ridiculous, if martial arts are accessible to ordinary people, then spiritual cultivation is something that ordinary people will never be exposed to in their lifetime.
Not to mention ordinary people, even some wealthy families are out of reach.
Unless you are from a noble family!!
"Little Taoist Master, your dish is here!!"
Ji Bofu didn't wait for a while, but the boy came up with a tray.
"Hey, take your rice away, I don't want to eat rice!!"
After the boy had finished serving the dishes, he was stopped by Ji Bofu and asked to take the rice down with him.
Is this little Taoist priest sick?
Although the boy complained in his heart, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face. He smiled and went down with the rice.
"Is rice also suitable for Dao Master's mouth?"
Ji Bofu took out a bowl of fragrant Lingya rice from the Qiankun bag with his backhand.
He still has a lot of inventory. What he grows on the mountain is Lingya rice. After each harvest, he prepares it and puts it in the Qiankun bag, so naturally he will not lose money.
"Oh, it's almost the wheat harvest season. I don't know if Master will help me harvest the wheat!!"
Ji Bofu held the fragrant Lingya rice in his hand, his mind wandered and he couldn't help but look through the window in the direction of Xiangfeng.
The harvest season of the spiritual bud rice he planted behind the main hall is almost here. In the past, he would plant and harvest it himself, but now that he is gone, his fairy-like master doesn’t know if he will take care of it.
When he thought of his fairy-like master holding his Taoist robe, rolling up his sleeves, and cutting wheat with a sickle, he felt uncomfortable.
The two are so incompatible.
Hey~~
After suddenly shivering, Ji Bofu started to cook.
I went down the mountain in the evening yesterday, and until noon now, I only had one bowl of Lingya rice. I also ate it several times during this period, and I felt a little hungry.
Fragrant sauce beef and fresh mutton are paired with Lingya rice.
It smells good!
So tender!
For a moment, my taste buds seemed to explode.
Ji Bofu had tears in his eyes for a moment.
Twelve years, exactly twelve years!!
He finally ate something other than animal milk, spiritual sprout rice, and spiritual spring water.
He drinks animal milk from the age of one to five years old. After the age of five, his daily food is Lingya rice and Lingquan water. Although these things are things that ordinary people cannot eat, the fragrance of Lingya rice has nothing to do with it.
The taste.
After drinking milk for five years and eating white rice for seven years, I suddenly tasted beef and mutton today. It’s so refreshing!!!
Ji Bofu, who was inhaling the storm, suddenly stiffened. A wolf-like gaze was staring at him, and the aura full of blood locked him firmly.
Looking up, the young 'man' stared at him like a hungry wolf.
No, he was staring at the spiritual rice in his hand!!