Encouraging people to do good

Mount Emei, training ground.

Ding Minjun, dressed in pink clothes, with an oval face and slender eyebrows, stood at the head of the disciples and gave a report.

"In the past five years, the business of our Emei sect has not been affected in the vicinity of Emei due to Master's reputation. However, there have been many rumors recently that Master was seriously injured when he was ambushed by evil masters last time and is no longer able to take action.

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The uncles from the masters who are far away from the sect have written several times. If the master does not come out, the business will not be able to sustain."

Extinction nodded without much anger on his face.

The Emei sect has been passed down for hundreds of years, so naturally many of its disciples have gone out to set up some martial arts schools, bodyguard bureaus, and business at the foot of the mountain. Nowadays, the Yuan Dynasty has a strong military force and divides people into five classes, with the Han people being the lowest.

The Yuan Dynasty also stipulated that gatherings, gatherings, and private possession of weapons were prohibited. If an adult was killed by a southerner, he would have to pay with his life. If an adult killed a southerner due to fighting or drunkenness, he would only have to cut off the penalty and go to war, and all the money would be burned and buried.

As a result, if the Han people want to do business, it is impossible without a backer.

But there is one thing about the Yuan Dynasty that is quite good for the powerful gentry, that is, they don't care about things. Most of the bosses in the houses or roads are very self-disciplined and only do four things every day: eat, drink and have fun.

Collecting taxes? Leave it all to the gentry's subordinates, tell them how much tax to collect this year, and then stop caring about it. How the gentry collects taxes from the people and how much they collect is their own business.

As the saying goes, chivalrous people use force to break the ban, so he went directly to the bedrooms of some gentry in Sichuan Mansion and had a few calm conversations with them, and the business in Emei was successful.

But she has been in seclusion for five years, which still makes the outside world full of suspicion. Five years is too long, and for some people, it may have experienced a peak and a trough.

"Give me a list of all the sects, gangs, copycats, and forces that are provoking me in Emei. My Emei sect always convinces people with reason. It just so happens that I have been in seclusion for five years, and my body and bones are a little rusty. Go and have a good talk with them."

"Yes!" Ding Minjun was overjoyed.

Walking outside these years without the care of her master, she really felt what it meant to be weak. Even when talking to some village leaders, they kept telling disgusting jokes and looking at her with narrowed eyes.

If she hadn't had no confidence, she might have drawn her sword on the spot and told them why the flowers were so red.

A bunch of stinky men!

The little junior sister is still juicy and fragrant, and she doesn't want to let go when she hugs her.

"Baoduzhai, Mingjiao Chengdu Road Branch" In a moment, Ding Minjun reported several forces that had already been written down in the notebook. It was obvious that these names were already familiar to him.

Miejie nodded slightly: "Jingxuan, help me pack my luggage. I will go down the mountain after noon."

"yes."

Ding Minjun's eyes lit up: "Master, I will accompany you. I am familiar with these places."

She wanted to watch those who had shown off their power in recent years kneel on the ground, begging her, begging her, for her life!

Jiejiexian glanced at her: "You practice hard on the mountain, I will take Zhiruo alone."

"But." Ding Minjun quickly lowered his head when he met his master's indifferent eyes.

In the afternoon, at the practice ground, Ding Minjun clenched his fists and even turned faintly white, looking at the backs of his master and his little junior sister who were following him step by step.

Why! In terms of family background, hard work, martial arts, and appearance, none of them are top-notch. There was Ji Xiaofu before, and now there is Zhou Zhiruo. Why doesn’t Master look down on me?

In the past five years, she has been very focused on her career and has been running around for the Emei Sect every day. What she got now is the master's indifference?

The more Ding Minjun thought about it, the angrier he became. Even when he went to the toilet and squatted down, he was still thinking about it.

If the master wants to make the junior sister the next generation leader in the future, he must defeat her in public and make her lose face!

"Huh?" Ding Minjun lowered his head and realized that his feet were soaked. It turned out that he was so angry that he even peeed.

this……

After hesitating for a while, Ding Minjun decided to go out.

"Hey, Senior Sister Ding, why are your shoes wet?" a junior sister asked curiously as soon as she went out.

Ding Minjun remained silent.

"Ah, Senior Sister Ding, have you peed your shoes?" Another junior sister shouted in surprise.

Ding Minjun:???

If you can't speak, shut up!

After the rain, the sky cleared up, and endless white clouds filled the mountainside.

The wind and clouds are surging, and from a distance, it looks like the boundless sea. Sometimes the waves are undulating, sometimes the wind is calm, and sometimes it is like a veil covering the surface.

The peaks appear and disappear.

The two of them walked down the mountain, as if they were stepping from heaven to earth step by step. Zhiruo followed the master and slowly went down the steps. Behind her was a sword that was about the same height as hers: the Yitian Sword.

The little yellow cat on my shoulder was sound asleep.

The girl carries a heavy load.

Although this sword has been cut off, its material is the best in the world. If you find a master craftsman to melt it, you can create a new weapon. Of course, the secret of the hollowness of the Yitian Sword must be kept.

An hour later, the two of them saw the village at the foot of the mountain along the mountain path.

Let’s talk about cooking smoke and fireworks in the world of mortals.

"Eh~" Zhiruo was a little surprised. On the road ahead, there was a woman kneeling down and knocking down the mountain. She was covered in mud and there was blood on her head.

"Master, we're going down the mountain!" the man next to the woman shouted, then rushed over and knelt down with a child in his arms.

"Master, please, please, please save our child?" The man, who was dark and thin, cried loudly while holding the child.

The child in her arms was wrapped in old linen clothes. Her face was red and her breath was weak.

Zhiruo stood on tiptoe from behind and took a look, her expression tightened: "Master."

Of course Mie Mie knew his apprentice's medical skills and nodded: "Go and have a look, and do what you can."

"yes!"

Zhiruo stepped forward and said crisply: "Let me show you."

The man raised his head a little hesitantly. The old nun in front of him was kind and kind, and she looked like a master. Although this little girl was cute and smart, she was carrying a big sword on her back and a cat sleeping on her shoulder. She looked like a slave girl.

Gritting his teeth, the man handed the child in his hand to the little girl.

Zhiruo took over the child. Although the couple was dirty, the child was still very clean. Unfortunately, the invasion of evil spirits and lack of nutrition made it difficult for him to withstand the cold.

Zhiruo thought for a moment, hid behind her master, and turned her back.

Lele was sleeping soundly with his tongue hanging out on his shoulder. The girl did not hesitate to dip a little saliva on his pink tongue with her little finger, then put it into the child's mouth to stir it.

Almost immediately, the child's breath became much stronger. Zhiruo slowly introduced a little bit of Qi into several key locations of the child to protect the five internal organs and spirit.

After a while.

"Okay, I'll give you the child!"

The man took the child and saw that he had recovered as before. He was overjoyed and kowtowed quickly.

"You are really a fairy who came down from the sky. You are a living Bodhisattva. I kowtow to you!"

Jiejie frowned, and with a wave of dust, the man couldn't kneel down. His eyes suddenly widened, and he was even more surprised.

Is he really a living Bodhisattva?

"You have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, so there is no need to kneel." Miejie said calmly.

To ordinary people, as long as she is not offended, she is still amiable.

Having said that, Extinction was ready to continue on his way.

The woman who was kowtowing behind also kowtowed here. When she saw that the child had recovered, she burst into tears. The child was their life, and if it died, she would not even want to live again.

The master and the disciple had not walked a few steps when the couple behind them followed them again. The man said eagerly: "Two Bodhisattvas, you see we don't have much money at home. Can you tell us your names? We will set up an immortal tablet for you.

It smells good in the morning and evening.”

"Emei Sect, you can just offer incense to Samantabhadra Bodhisattva." Miejie's footsteps did not stop, but his voice clearly reached the ears of the two of them.

The couple looked at each other, knelt down again, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

When the child is gone, the family is gone. This Emei sect master saved their family.

…

"Boom, boom, boom~" The front was filled with dust, and a group of cavalry was approaching. Everyone had their heads wrapped in red scarves, and they looked fierce.

Even sharp-eyed Zhiruo saw a few red trophies hanging on each of their horses.

"Brother, is it unkind for us to deal with those old, weak, women and children like this?" a soldier from behind asked.

"What do you know? A Yuan Bing only costs two taels of silver. With this money, we can go to Fucheng to eat and drink at the most popular restaurants and play the best. Wouldn't it be nice?" The bald brother in front laughed.

"Haha, yes, the one who distributes the money in the logistics department is our eldest brother's brother-in-law. He only cares about the head, and only by following the eldest brother can we make money.

Otherwise, with only two taels of silver a month, why would you fight for your life with that Yuan Bing?" A younger brother sneered.

"Hey, brothers, look what I found. An old nun is accompanied by a young nun who is pretty! Look, that little nun's skin is paler than that of my brother who has been dead for more than ten days. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."

The elder brother in front couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He has no other hobbies: he loves money and girls.
To be continued...