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"You said that the immortals of the Xuantian Sect are kind-hearted and allow the townspeople to live without worries about food and clothing."

"But when people live in this world, money and food are always indispensable."

"Where do you citizens get the money and food they need to survive?"

The lame old man was startled and thought about it carefully, but he couldn't think of a reason.

"Could it be that the immortals of Xuantian Sect made it out of thin air?" Qiao Mu asked again.

"Yes... maybe it was conjured by the immortals." The lame old man had no doubt that he was there.

Anyway, in the eyes of secular people, the immortals have great magical powers and can conjure money and food out of thin air, which is very reasonable.

Dang Dang Dang.

At this time, melodious bells rang in the town.

A Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe walked out of the small building, with a large bucket of rice porridge next to him.

"The immortals of Xuantian Sect are giving porridge...I won't bullshit you anymore." The lame old man walked on a cane, but he walked a little hastily.

...

Dang Dang Dang.

The bells in this town spread far away, penetrating the vague mountain fog and reaching the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.

Emperor Yonghe stood on the hillside not far from Qingyun Temple, looking down at the town below, feeling a bit bitter in his heart.

How could he not know where the Xuantian Sect's immortals' money and food came from?

"The Immortal Sect is sanctimonious, and all the infamy is due to the court, and I am responsible for it."

"This cooperation with Xuantian Sect this time is actually to draw chestnuts out of the fire...but I am not reckless in my back-up." Emperor Yonghe reached out and pressed a place on his waist, feeling a little relieved.

"It depends on the day of worshiping God."

Chapter 102 Chiyang Immortal (3k

Clang clang clang.

Amidst the melodious ringing of the bells, Taoist priests in Taoist robes began to serve porridge, serving large bowls of rice porridge to the people who were swarming around.

Naturally, this porridge for the majority of townspeople cannot be about big fish and meat. The rice porridge can only make people full and not hungry.

But times are tough right now. It can be said that every natural disaster in Nanzhou will cause famine. A bowl of ordinary rice porridge may be a life-saving meal, which will naturally make the common people feel grateful.

What's more, the work that the townspeople need to do is just go up the mountain to burn incense and worship the gods.

Compared with hard work, this kind of work is much easier.

"Don't crowd, don't crowd, everyone has a share, come one by one..."

The handyman giving porridge shouted, but his brows wrinkled unconsciously and he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

Those who come to receive rice porridge are basically the lowest level of the townspeople and have no other jobs.

The living conditions of the townspeople at the lowest level are not very good. It is noon again, and there is a large circle of people gathered around. The smell makes the Taoist Taoist's stomach churn every time.

These people were gathered in such a large circle, and the smell of sweat, body odor, and foot odor was mixed together. The smell was quite sour.

However, no matter how disgusting it is, the handyman Taoist can only endure it and complete the errands assigned by the sect.

The lame old man also squeezed into the crowd with a cane.

It's just that he is old and has a slight limp in his feet. Although he is using a cane, he walks slowly after all.

By the time he walked to the porridge shop, most of the large buckets of rice porridge were gone, and there were two or three circles of people surrounding him.

"Rice porridge... the immortals should give me some too."

shouted the lame old man.

It's just that the crowd was so crowded that no one cared about his frail little old man.

When the crowd gradually dispersed, there was only half a bowl of gruel in the bowl in his hand.

"Isn't this... a bit too little? Immortals..." The old man thought for a moment and looked longingly at the handyman who was serving porridge.

"Isn't that enough?" The strong Taoist Taoist Taoist was a little impatient.

The Taoist priests of Xuantian Sect are basically strong martial arts practitioners, or cultivators who have just embarked on the immortal path.

As for the Taoist Taoist Taoist who was an internal warrior himself, he was already a little impatient when he was asked to do such chores as serving porridge. When he saw the old man approaching, his face also looked a little unhappy.

"Are you a resident of this town? Don't be an outsider who comes here to eat porridge." The strong Taoist Taoist priest frowned and said:

"Do you have a household registration in this town?"

"Yes, yes, yes." When he mentioned his household registration, the lame old man straightened his back a little, feeling quite proud.

He just groped in his arms, but his expression froze first, and then turned to a sneer.

"Immortal, I'm old, I seem to have forgotten to bring my household registration book..."

"No, I am really a resident of this town. I go up the mountain to burn incense and worship God every day... I just forgot about it today."

He was smiling like this, but in his heart he was cursing himself for being stupid.

"We shouldn't have talked to those two outsiders. We wasted so much time and almost didn't even get the rice porridge this time..." He sighed in his heart.

"...What do you mean if you don't have a household registration?" The Taoist Taoist had a stinky face and snatched the half bowl of porridge from the lame old man's hand. This action made the old man stunned for a moment.

"Brother, this is inappropriate." Another Taoist next to him persuaded.

"This is the rule of the Immortal Sect and cannot be broken." The Taoist Taoist Taoist said calmly.

"This..." The lame old man's face turned blue and white. This was the first time he had seen such a thing.

He didn't take a breath, his face was slightly red, and his feet were a little weak, so he just sat down on the side of the road.

"Why are you still blackmailing me?" The Taoist Taoist's face changed slightly.

Immortals have to be proud. When the old man sat on the ground like this, many people around him looked at him.

The Taoist priest who was doing odd jobs was about to speak, but his face suddenly froze.

A long rainbow fell from the sky and turned into a middle-aged Taoist priest in a red Taoist robe.

"It's the Chiyang Immortal!"

"The Chiyang Immortal who has a tablet in Qingyun Temple, why did he come down to earth?"

"The Xuantian Sect Immortal who has a tablet is a real immortal..."

The appearance of the Chiyang Taoist priest immediately caused a commotion around him, and many people looked at him with attention.

Although the common people called the people of Xuantian Sect immortals or immortals, they also knew that this Taoist priest who practiced martial arts doing odd jobs and the Chiyang Taoist priest who had a tablet in the Taoist temple were obviously not to be confused.

The Chiyang Taoist priest pointed to the ground, and an invisible force forcibly lifted up the lame old man who was sitting on the ground.

Taoist Chiyang turned around and scolded the strong Taoist servant who had just given him a bowl of rice porridge: "I've said it before, distributing porridge is related to the people of the dawn, and we can't be careless because of a small matter. Isn't it just a bowl of rice porridge?"

"Go get more, another bowl, one bowl for each person."

With Taoist Chiyang speaking, these Taoist servants naturally dared not disobey.

After a while, the Taoist servant brought another bucket of rice porridge, which attracted another circle of people.

The lame old man also got a big bowl of rice porridge as he wished, and walked away happily.

At the same time, he did not forget to bow to Taoist Chiyang to express his gratitude.

"Chiyang Immortal is kind-hearted. He came down to earth just to give me a bowl of porridge..."

"There have been famines. If there were no immortals from Xuantian Sect, I don't know how to live in this world now."

Amid the people's continuous praise and thanks, Immortal Chiyang simply smiled back, then soared into the sky again, and quickly disappeared from the people's sight.

He stood on the clouds, looking down at the town, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his brows furrowed.

"The servants below don't know how to treat the people well, they need to be punished."

"Those who can become citizens of this town are all excellent believers, and everyone can provide incense and vows, so they can't be ignored at will."

It takes a long time to practice immortality.

Although the life span of immortals is long, it is relative to ordinary people and ordinary warriors. There are also many immortals who die because of exhaustion of life span.

Therefore, the "incense and fire talismans" that can accelerate practice, and the believers who can provide incense and fire, are becoming more and more precious.

Although the tablet of Taoist Chiyang is the last, he also knows the benefits of the incense and fire talismans.

"Speaking of which, the sect has set up such a town at the foot of the mountain for believers to live in, which really increased a lot of incense and vows." Thinking of this, Taoist Chiyang also smiled.

"Brother Chiyang, you have a lot of experience in the way of incense. Can you teach me?" Another Taoist Qingyang on the cloud asked.

Taoist Qingyang is a newly promoted sect deacon, and also ranks last among the Taoist immortals.

"The way of incense actually requires a degree." Taoist Chiyang smiled and said:

"This Great Yan Dynasty must be chaotic. It can't be without chaos. But too much chaos can't be too good."

"The world is bitter and turbid, the people are in distress, and their hearts are confused and painful. Only then will more people burn incense and worship gods to seek psychological comfort and provide a steady stream of incense and wishes."

"If everyone is happy, how many people will yearn to worship immortals?" Taoist Qingyang nodded repeatedly after hearing this, as if he had been enlightened.

"Brother, you have a brilliant idea."

"But it's not good for the world to be too chaotic. What's the saying?"

Chiyang Immortal said with a smile:

"That's easier to understand."

"If war, natural disasters, famine lead to a sharp decline in population, it's naturally not good."

"That's why there are small towns like Qingming Town, which are specially used to shelter believers."

"That lame old man who seems to be a refugee, he wants to worship the immortals if he is given a bowl of porridge. If there is no famine, I think his piety will be reduced a little."

Qingyang Taoist also praised after hearing this:

"I didn't expect that there are so many details in the way of incense."

Chiyang Immortal said with a smile: "The nine immortal gates have suppressed the Great Yan Dynasty for forty years. What I just said is actually just the experience and experience that the immortal gates have explored in the past forty years."

The taxes in the towns under the rule of the Great Yan court are getting heavier, and the people are in hardship, so they burn incense and worship gods.

And places like Qingming Town can shelter believers.

In contrast, the people's resentment will obviously be directed at the Great Yan court, and the immortal sect can earn a reputation. It can be said to be a win-win situation, winning twice.

The two Taoists Chiyang and Qingyang laughed and turned into rainbow light to return to the sect, and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

...

On the table, Wu Qizheng put out a thread-bound book and slapped it on the table.

"The action is imminent, do you want to take a look at this secret method first?"

Qiao Mu took a look. The cover of the book said "Blood Flesh Changes", which is something he has mastered.

"Your Blood Flesh Changes are still at the stage of makeup and disguise, right?" Wu Qizheng smiled:

"The magic of "Blood Flesh Changes" was created by the Martial Saint back then, but it was only a preliminary and not perfect. The current version released by Wu Jihui is also a preliminary version."

"Until recently, it has been gradually deduced and perfected. When practicing to a high level, you can control the body with your mind and change your body shape and appearance."

".... Is this what the Martial Saint meant?" Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.

"That's what I meant." Wu Qizheng didn't explain much. He glanced at the door and abruptly changed the subject:

"The person who appeared on the street just now was the Immortal Chiyang?"

"Chiyang Immortal... I remember this name." Qiao Mu also looked up at the sky, thoughtfully.

When he was burned to death at the gate of Xuantian Temple in Heyang Fucheng, he remembered the name on the tablet at the gate of the Taoist temple before he died.

"Not bad." Wu Qizheng narrowed his eyes:

"According to Xingxuan Envoy's information, Taoist Chiyang and Taoist Qingyang are the immortal cultivators who secretly escorted the emperor into Qingyun Temple."

"Since Taoist Chiyang has appeared here, maybe Emperor Dayan has also arrived nearby?"