Chi Xuan's godless eyes suddenly became bright.

He bent over and vomited violently, almost vomiting out all the food he had eaten the previous night.

The tossing and turning of the body is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

The most important thing is that his body is not strong.

The pain all over my body came like a tide.

It wasn't just the soreness of his muscles, he was sure that his bones were broken a lot.

It is simply unimaginable to deal with the tiger monster with martial arts.

The one who was most surprised was the flag officer of Jiangmo Yamen.

His eyes were full of disbelief. The tiger demon that he couldn't win after all the hard work could actually die because of a spiritual talisman: "Is it the Taoist priest's secret treasure? I heard that the Taoist priest comes from the Red Sheep Palace."

In fact, Chiyang Temple is just a small Taoist temple that is so dilapidated that it needs to be patched from time to time.

Chi Xuan also doesn’t have any magical talisman or secret treasure.

In fact, Chi Xuan himself saw it very clearly.

When his body was controlled by unknown things and he was fighting the tiger demon, every time he hit the tiger demon's wound, a talisman was stuffed into it.

It was precisely because of so many talismans as foreshadowing and the flag officer's fatal sword that the tiger demon's life was ended.

This fighting method opened the door to a new world for Chi Xuan. He never thought that magic and martial arts could be combined and used in this way, and finally the final word was made.

It fulfilled all his fantasies about fighting skills.

When I think about it, my stomach turns again.

I retched without spitting anything out, I just felt uncomfortable.

When everyone was attracted by the fire, the evil energy squeezing around them also burst out.

But none of them noticed the disappearance of a soul.

However, as the person closest to him, Chi Xuan certainly knew that something was absorbed by the soul flag, but he didn't know what it was. It looked a lot like the spirit of a tiger demon.

"My Majesty, Chang Xun, the little flag officer of the Jiangmo Yamen, I'm sorry." The limping flag officer recalled his magical weapon, the flying sword, and just roughly wiped the blood on his face and body, and then directed it at Chi Xuan.

Yi Yi.

Chi Xuan didn't dare to trust him. He was an orthodox qigong practitioner in the imperial court. He was a half-hearted person, and now he felt very guilty. How dare he accept such courtesy? He hurriedly replied: "General, it's really a shame."

"Without the Taoist Priest, this time the tiger demon would definitely be wreaking havoc."

"The winner of the first prize is Taoist Priest Chi Xuan. I believe everyone else thinks the same way." As he spoke, Chang Xun glanced at the two people still standing, one of whom was Elder Dan.

The old guy is so afraid of death that he won't fight at close range.

The other is a scholar, and his witchcraft and ghost skills seem to have merit, but his skills are too shallow and not very powerful.

As for the rest, a knight died, a warrior went crazy, the butcher who fell out first was probably more likely to be in trouble, and the swordsman who was open-minded had the inner energy of an innate warrior, but he had no way to transform it, so he couldn't do it.

Only Taoist Chixuan.

Chang Xun looked up and down and marveled again and again. He really didn't realize that Taoist Chi Xuan's martial arts was so strong that he might not be able to win favor with him even if he faced him.

A fire magic talisman adds a bit of mystery to Chi Xuan.

What a surprise.

Chang Xun said so forcefully that the remaining two people did not dare to refute.

Elder Dan was terribly afraid of death, and he didn't care much about the gain or loss of a spiritual stone. He was an alchemist, and although a spiritual stone was very tempting, it would not be good if he lost his own life.

Elder Dan smiled, cupped his hands and said, "You are well deserved. Congratulations to Taoist Priest Chi Xuan."

The scholar hesitated to speak, but finally let out a long sigh and cupped his hands rather unnaturally.

No matter what, Taoist Priest Chi Xuan saved his life, and he saw the credit for it and couldn't argue with it.

The butcher was dug out of the ruins. He was very strong and still had a breath of life left.

The swordsman's injuries were relatively minor, and since he was an innate warrior, he only had six or seven broken ribs, and his right hand holding the sword was broken. The other injuries were not serious.

The work of appeasing the county government is done by the county clerk.

If the county magistrate dies, the court will react.

They don't need to worry about this.

Chang Xun approached the tiger demon's body.

Take out the token and put it on the head of the tiger demon, hold the magic formula and recite the words.

After a long moment, he frowned and said, "Weird."

The token cannot collect the soul of the tiger demon.

Maybe it was blown up by the red talisman, or strangled by the sword energy.

Chang Xun didn't think any more and put the tiger demon's body into the talisman.

You have to take these back.

The corpse of the monster is a very good material and a proof of his meritorious service.

Next came the time to discuss merit and reward. Chi Xuandao got a spiritual stone and the qualification to enter the Demon-Conquering Yamen.

Jiangmo Yamen is the imperial court's institution for training orthodox Qi practitioners, and its job is to monitor the world.

Although it is not guaranteed to become a qigong practitioner just by entering, a monk with magic power like Chi Xuan should have a great chance.

Chi Xuan was originally very excited, but it was a pity that he had to change his skills and have to travel around.

He doesn't have that big ambition.

He just wanted to guard the Red Sheep Palace and his family's inheritance.

He would take some time to deal with the little troubles around him, and then recruit one or two qualified apprentices, so that the popularity of Red Sheep Palace would not be cut off in his generation.

The flag officer pondered a little and said: "The Taoist priest can also sell the inheritance of Red Yang Palace to Jiangmo Yamen. At that time, not only will he get an estimated spiritual stone, but the Yamen will also select a suitable person to inherit it."

Chi Xuan slightly cupped his hands and said, "General, it's really hard for me to reach the level of elegance with this humble skill."

Chang Xun heard the implication of Chi Xuan's words, and he knew that his thoughts were too natural.

Inheritance is a secret to everyone. It is the ability to settle down in this world. If you have inheritance, you will always have food to eat.

He did not insist, and finally exchanged the quota for a spiritual stone to supply Chi Xuan.

Chi Xuandao had received a total of two spiritual stones. He was absent-minded and did not stay at the county government office. Moreover, because his stomach was churning, he did not even eat the celebration banquet prepared by the county government office.

The delicious food that made him salivate in the past, but today he has no appetite.

Now he just wants to rush back to the Taoist temple.

On the road, Chi Xuan was walking in a hurry, but he tripped over something. When he lowered his head, he saw a skinny young man sleeping on the roadside.

The young man seemed to have been awakened. He opened his eyes, looked at Chi Xuan, and begged weakly: "Master Tao, please be kind and give me someone who stutters."

Chi Xuan touched his money bag and was about to take out the broken silver when he saw pairs of bright eyes focused on his sleeves. Chi Xuan was reminded of the hungry green-eyed wolves he had seen before.

"You just stay here and wait for me."

Chi Xuan turned around and ran into Fang Street, bought two steamed buns, and stuffed them into the hands of the skinny boy.

He knew not to take the money.

Whether it was copper coins or silver, this helpless young man couldn't keep it. Even if it was food, he had to eat it under his nose before finally getting it into his stomach, otherwise there would be a risk of being robbed.

"Master Dao, please do it."

"Master Tao..."

"You always do well."

"Master Dao, you are such a good person."

More and more beggars gathered, most of them old, weak, sick and disabled. Chi Xuan was like a life-saving straw, so they couldn't help but gather around to catch him, praying for something.

Whether it's money or food.

Until Chi Xuan spent the last copper in his wallet.

They just dispersed.

Chi Xuan couldn't help but look at the empty cloth bag in his hand. It used to contain twenty taels and twenty-three copper coins, but now there was nothing left.

Fortunately, the fifty taels were banknotes, and he put them inside the lining. Otherwise, he might have had to put the money he originally planned to pack into the Taoist temple.

"The world is so difficult." Chi Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

There is no idle land in the world, and many people starve to death.

Coupled with natural and man-made disasters, as well as the imperial court's excessive taxation, more and more people are homeless. However, the Great Cang Dynasty has been standing for thousands of years, and it is estimated that these things have long been accustomed to it, and they have experience in dealing with these things.

After his kindness, Chi Xuan left Jicheng and returned to his mountain.

He named it Chishan because it gave him a sense of belonging, just like when he talked about that place, he knew it was home.
To be continued...