"..."
Not to mention others, even Shen Yi was stunned for a moment.
He really just mentioned it casually. In business, all that matters is asking and negotiating.
When I first arrived in China, I was burdened with two big troubles.
First of all, the killing of immortals. If discovered by the Immortal Court, it would probably be no different from treason in the eyes of the higher authorities, and it would be a serious crime that would result in death by a thousand cuts.
Next is Zi Ling. In order to keep her innocent reputation, this woman will not spare even her biological father, let alone other living beings in Hongze.
If you want to solve these two troubles, you must either have enough strength or have enough status.
Gee, I can't even find a job now. It's not easy to improve my status.
As for strength...
After completing the Hedao realm, the monk will have the title of Sanxian.
It sounds similar to the word fairy, which seems pretty good.
In fact, what is more important is the word "San".
Without a teacher, no connections, and no chance to become an official in the Immortal Court, you will have to be a wandering immortal for the rest of your life.
According to the essays left by King Donglong.
The most orthodox path is, of course, the Bodhi Sect and the Three Immortals Sect among the three religions. They lead to the heavens all the way and have a bright future.
The lesser ones are the major immortal sects who have listened to the Dharma in these two sects and found a new path. They may not be able to become top immortal sects, but at least they can get rid of the loose characters and become true immortals, or even It is not impossible to pick the Taiyi Dao Fruit.
When Shen Yi first came out of Hongze, she had no connections. Her original plan was to join the Divine Dynasty first. Once she had an identity, it would be easier for her to get to know and contact other Immortal Sect monks.
I didn't expect this Bodhisattva practitioner to agree so happily, but he was a bit confused.
Isn't it a trap?
Shen Yi's old habit happened again.
"That's it." The ascetic monk clasped his hands with a smile and gave another salute in this direction: "Little monk Zhikong, this trip will be a blessing to me."
After the words fell, Ziyang, who had been eager to agree to it for Shen Yi just now, became increasingly weird. He loosened his sleeves and said through the message: "No, are you really going?"
There is no such thing as pie in the sky.
Shen Yi rolled her eyes at the rain praying messenger and said quietly: "Do I have any other choice?"
He wouldn't mind following Ziyang on a trip to the mountains and rivers, and going to various immortal sects to seek enlightenment, but how long could that stable in the sky hold Ziling captive?
To put it another way, even if I really learned these cooking skills, I would just hang around in the divine dynasty, spreading clouds and rain every day, and compete with that woman to see who can rise in status faster?
Thinking of this, Shen Yi looked at the ascetic monk again and tapped his chin: "Master, please lead the way."
"..."
Ziyang watched the two people walking away, stood there for a moment, and finally couldn't help stamping his feet, and took steps to follow them.
Although his strength is not as good as that of Sect Master Shen, he is at least more knowledgeable about the outside world. By following him, he can at least help each other.
At this moment, Ziyang felt that his right arm was firmly grasped by someone. No matter how hard he struggled, his body could not be shaken even an inch.
"Don't bother, I'm eighth grade."
Listening to the lazy and hoarse voice in his ears, Ziyang looked back and saw that the person holding him was the short land man.
Although there is no danger in the immortal position of Land Lord, it is difficult to be promoted. Being able to reach the eighth level is enough to show how senior the other party is.
"That person has wind in his blood and is not a good person. Stop getting involved in these things and do your job as a rainmaker."
The Tutu Master of Jianyang Prefecture, with his eyebrows downcast and listless, dragged Ziyang back to the Tutu Temple.
"You know nothing." Ziyang blurted out a retort. Of course he knew how much blood was stained on Zongzhu Shen's hands, but why was the blood stained? Did the old man know?
He would never forget the gentle look on that young man's face when he stepped into the main hall of the East Dragon Palace wearing a black ink shirt and gently closed his father's eyes.
But he was still angry. As soon as he said these words, Ziyang immediately noticed that something was wrong, and his expression suddenly became sarcastic.
How could he, a wild dragon from a remote swamp, have the qualifications to speak rudely to an eighth-level immortal family?
However, the land lord just rolled his eyes at him, raised the wooden cane in his hand and hit him hard on the forehead: "Because your people have no brains, let's forget it this time."
Hearing this, Ziyang was stunned for a moment and finally came to his senses.
This co-author is also an acquaintance of the father?
He hurriedly squeezed out a smile: "The kid speaks openly and has no malice. I hope Lord Tu Tu will forgive me... But my brother is really a good person. Please help me find a suitable job for him in Jianyang Mansion."
Hearing this, Tu Tuye's expression showed no emotion, and he just said calmly: "It's too late."
A simple sentence, but it made Ziyang's heart skip a beat: "What does Mr. Tu Tu mean by this?"
The old man raised his eyes lightly: "How can there be so many evil spirits in Jianyang Mansion? This is an internal matter of the Bodhi Sect. A villain who dares to steal the exercises in the sect is not something that a young boy who just came down from the mountain can deal with.
"
"Of course, that traveler is inexperienced, but his strength is real. He can save his life. As for your brother... he'd better be really good at subduing demons."
The Earth Master didn't say anything more and slowly entered the temple.
Ziyang was left with a pale face, and when he looked back, there was no trace of Sect Master Shen anywhere.
…
Jianyang Mansion, west of the city.
The ascetic monk took a young man and stopped for a moment in front of the lively wine shop. A pair of equally young men and women waited.
"These two are chivalrous couples from the Ziyun Sect who have been in the world for a long time. They are the best at finding qi. They are entrusted by the young monk to come to help. This is the friend Shen Xian of the Nanyang Sect and is an expert in slaying demons."
Monk Zhikong stood in the middle and introduced both parties: "Thank you all the donors."
Nanyang Sect?
The young man and woman thought for a moment, then awkwardly and perfunctorily held their hands together: "I have admired you for a long time... It is our honor to be able to relieve Master Zhikong's worries. We must never say thank you again."
The two of them did not intend to exchange too many pleasantries with Shen Yi. On the contrary, the woman glanced at him quietly with fearful eyes, as if she was worried about being robbed of the limelight in front of Master Zhikong.
Opportunities like this to make friends with disciples of the Bodhi Sect are extremely rare and must be grasped carefully.
If you can make good friends with the Bodhi Sect, your trip to the mountain gate will not be in vain, and you will have bragging rights when you return to the sect.
As for the master of demon slaying... I guess in the realm of gods, only Zhikong would believe that a loose immortal could be a master of demon slaying.
"We have found that person's scent. Master, please go this way."
The man turned slightly sideways and stood in front of Shen Yi, making Sect Master Shen, who had no sense of presence at all, become invisible.
The Taoist couple were working hard, and a newcomer who wanted to get a share of the pie through deceit and deceit was thinking too much.
"..."
Shen Yi followed silently, showing no interest in competing for the throne.
In his opinion, it is best not to do anything and just get the skills directly, which is called comfort.
Led by the Taoist couple, the group crossed the long street and entered increasingly remote alleys, stopping in front of an unremarkable gatehouse.
"Master Zhikong, that aura appeared here." The Taoist couple took a half step back knowingly.
"Thank you, donor."
Monk Zhikong gently knocked on the door a few times, then politely stood outside and waited.
Soon, only a creaking sound was heard.
A woman carefully opened the door and looked outside. After seeing Zhikong's dress, she felt a bit panicked in her eyes and warned: "You are looking in the wrong place."
After that, he closed the door with a bang.
"this……"
Monk Zhikong stood blankly at the door, clasping his palms together. He seemed to have not had time to explain his purpose. Although he had not interacted with too many people during this trip down the mountain, there were always alms, and he had never encountered such a Condition.
After thinking for a moment, he tried to look more kind, and knocked on the wooden door again: "Donor, this young monk is not a bad person, but I just have something to ask..."
Before he finished speaking, the wooden door was pushed open violently.
A naughty-looking man rushed out. Without saying a word, he punched and kicked Zhikong. He pushed Zhikong outside and cursed: "I told you that you were looking for the wrong place. Go elsewhere to beg for alms. There is no such thing here." Leftovers!”
With Zhikong's level, let alone taking action, even the slightest breath of his body could shatter this man into pieces.
But his face was full of astonishment, and he stepped back one after another, protecting the man while retreating, and hesitantly explained: "Little monk...little monk is not here to beg for alms..."
However, the man didn't give him a chance to finish. He pushed him down the steps and slammed the door again.
"..."
Monk Zhikong turned to look at the Taoist couple.
The Taoist couple also looked at each other and left. As monks of the Immortal Sect, since they came to earth to experience, not only were they respected everywhere, but they had never suffered such injustice.
If it were Yaoxie, he would just kill him with one sword.
But this is Jianyang Mansion, and the other party is just an ordinary person, and there is really no demonic flavor.
"How about I exchange it for some earthly gold and silver?"
"I have a lot of fairy jade here."
The Taoist monk forced a smile, it was always right to use wealth to open the way.
The woman took out a piece of jade and handed it to Monk Zhikong.
"I--"
Monk Zhikong stretched out his hand to pick up the jade. He was not used to it. As the saying goes, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. It is a taboo for monks like them to give away money to mortals at will and interfere in the human world.
At this moment, he finally saw the young man in a black shirt standing not far away.
I saw this friend Shen Xian standing silently on the spot, with a touch of astonishment on his fair and handsome face, looking at the three of them with a strange look.
It's like... it's like watching an idiot.
Zhi Kong looked at him asking for help: "Is there anything you can do, friend Shen Xian?"
"call."
Shen Yi closed her eyes and let out a long breath.
Then he stepped forward, reached out and took away the jade tablet from Zhikong's hand.
The next moment, under the dull gazes of the three people, he suddenly kicked the wooden door away without even using his cultivation.
boom--
The couple who were lying behind the door eavesdropping were caught off guard and flew out.
Before she even landed, the woman was screaming like a pig: "Killing someone! Killing someone! A monk killed someone! Report it to the official!"
The man rolled around on the ground a few times and rushed up like crazy, wanting to do the same thing to Shen Yi that he had just done to Zhikong.
However, as soon as he rushed in front of him, his neck was tightly grasped by slender fingers.
Looking at the expressionless and handsome face of the young man in the black shirt, enveloped by the surging murderous intent, the man suddenly lost his voice, and immediately his crotch became wet.
"Crazy... attacking mortals in Jianyang Mansion for no reason?"
The Taoist couple swallowed their saliva. If this matter went to the prefect, not to mention the two of them, but also the Ziyun Sect behind them would suffer the same fate.
Do you really think that the Emperor of China is just joking when he governs China?
The reason why those mortals can treat the monks with an ordinary attitude is not because of anything else but simply the killing methods of the imperial court.
Monks do not interfere in the mortal world, this is an iron law!
Zhikong finally came to his senses and stepped forward to stop him.
However, Shen Yi had already carried the man and walked slowly to the woman. She leaned over slightly, stretched out her palm, and waved the jade medal in her palm in front of her eyes.
He didn't say a word, but the woman stared at the jade plaque with her eyes fixed on it, looking at the obscure words on it that she couldn't read. Then she looked at the young man, feeling the familiar smell on him, and even her words were stuttering. Got up.
If you have not bullied hundreds of hawkers on the street, you will never develop such a generous temperament.
"Official...Lord Guancha..."
"Will you explain it yourself, or should I search for it myself?" Shen Yi put away the jade token and left the man on the ground with a calm expression.
"We really didn't do anything. Your Majesty is aware of it!" The couple was already kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at the two of them indifferently, then walked towards the back room, leaving only indifferent words: "I found a place and I want your hand."
Hearing this, the two men suddenly raised their heads, their faces full of fear.
To be honest, using Dao realm cultivation to deal with two mortals is really a bit of a loss.
But with Shen Yi's current strength, even if the hair on their faces moved slightly, it would not escape his perception.
Under the "guidance" of the change in the man's expression, he stood directly in the corner of the bedroom, then gently crushed the wall and watched as the stone skin peeled off, revealing the altar inside and the statue of the god covered with red cloth.
Shen Yi opened the red cloth, looked down at the rat statue, and said softly: "One place."
The couple who had just chased in suddenly became weak and fell to their knees with a thud. Their faces were pale and there was no trace of blood left.
Shen Yi turned around and walked towards the bed, reached out and smashed the bed board, took out a gilt booklet, and casually slapped the man on the face: "Two places."
The valuable experience left behind by my predecessor when I was searching for Minzhi Mingan.
Wherever these people like to hide things, they can find them without even using their brains.
Shen Yi stopped looking. After all, a person only has two hands.
He stepped past the shaking couple, reached out to the waists of the three people who were struck by lightning, and pulled out a fairy sword from the knight's scabbard.
Shen Yi held the sword in one hand, picked up the man with the other, and slammed him onto the table.
The whole process was so smooth that no one doubted that he had done it thousands of times.
Under the reflection of the cold sword light, screams like slaughtering pigs finally sounded in the house.
The man's hair stood on end and his voice almost broke: "I said!!!"
Shen Yi let go of the man's neck, threw the fairy sword back into the Taoist monk's arms, sat down on the chair calmly, poured herself a glass of warm water, took a sip, and then glanced at the monk at the door: "Ask me. .”
It was really outrageous. If it hadn't been for Hong Ze, he would never have believed that there could be a being comparable to a true immortal who could be stopped by a small wooden door.
I almost made Master Shen laugh.
"ah?"
Master Zhikong had his mouth wide open and stared blankly at the jade tablet on the table.
If the other party hadn't just taken it away from him, based on Shen Xianyou's demeanor and behavior, even he would have felt that this person was a real messenger from the gods.
Chapter completed!