Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

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

"Could it be that the elders of the Xuantian Sect created something out of nothing?" Qiao Mu asked again.

"Yes... Maybe it was conjured up by the fairy elders." The lame old man did not doubt him.

Anyway, in the eyes of ordinary people, the elders are supernatural, and they can conjure money and food out of thin air, which is also very reasonable.

Dangdang.

At this time, the melodious bell rang in the town.

A Taoist priest in Taoist robes came out of the small building, and there was a large bucket of rice porridge beside him.

"The immortal elders of Xuantianzong are serving porridge...I won't talk nonsense with you." The lame old man was walking in a bit of a hurry while leaning on a walking stick.

...............

Dangdang.

The town's bells spread far away, piercing through the faint mountain mist, to 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 money and food of the elders of the Xuantian Sect came from?

"The Immortal Sect has a dignified appearance, and all the infamy is the court, and I will bear it."

"Cooperating with Xuantianzong this time is actually taking advantage of the fire...But it's not like I didn't act recklessly." Emperor Yonghe stretched out his hand and pressed a certain part of his waist, feeling a little relieved.

"It depends on the day of worshiping God."

Chapter 107 Chapter 102 Chiyang Immortal (3k

clang clang clang.

Amidst the melodious bells, the Taoist servants in Taoist robes began to serve porridge, and served large bowls of rice porridge to the people flocking around.

This porridge for the majority of the townspeople is naturally impossible for big fish and meat. The rice porridge can only make people full and not hungry.

But the times are tough right now, Nanzhou can be said that every natural disaster will lead to famine, big or small, a bowl of ordinary rice porridge may be a life-saving meal, and the common people will naturally be grateful.

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

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

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

The Taoist priest who was serving porridge shouted, but his brows were unconsciously frowned, and he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

Those who came to receive rice porridge were basically the lowest-level townspeople who had no other jobs.

The living conditions of the townspeople at the lowest level were not very good, and it was noon again, and there was a large circle of people around like this, and the smell made the Taoist handyman's stomach churn every time.

Surrounded by such a large circle of people, the smell of sweat, body odor, and foot odor is mixed together, and the smell is quite sour.

But no matter how disgusting it is, the Taoist servant can only be patient and complete the errand assigned by the sect.

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

It's just that he's getting old, and his feet are a little lame. Even though he's on crutches, he's walking slowly after all.

By the time he walked to the porridge shop, most of the vats of rice porridge had gone, and the surrounding crowd had gathered two or three times.

"Rice porridge...give me some, too."

cried 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 porridge in the bowl in his hand.

"It's...a bit too much, right? Immortal elders..." The old man thought for a while, and looked at the Taoist priest who was serving porridge.

"It's too little?" The strong Taoist servant was a little impatient.

Xuantianzong's Taoists are basically strong and strong martial arts practitioners, or immortal cultivators who have just embarked on the path of immortality.

And the handyman Taoist himself is an inner strength warrior, and he was a little impatient to ask them to do chores like serving porridge. Seeing the old man approaching, his face was slightly unhappy.

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

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

"Yes, yes." When mentioning the household registration, the lame old man straightened up a little, quite proud of himself.

It's just that he fumbled in his arms, but his face froze at first, and then turned into a sneer.

"Xianchang, I'm getting old, and I seem to have forgotten to bring my household registration book with me..."

"No, I'm really a resident of this town, and I go up to the mountain to burn incense and worship gods every day...but I forgot about it today."

With such a smile on his mouth, he secretly scolded himself for being stupid.

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

"...What do you say if you don't have a household registration?" The handyman Taoist grimaced, and snatched the half bowl of porridge from the lame old man's hand, which made the old man stunned for a moment.

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

"This is the rule of Xianmen, it can't be broken." Taoist Taoist said calmly.

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

He didn't catch his breath, his face flushed slightly, and his feet were a little weak. He just sat on his buttocks, and sat on the side of the road like this.

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

Immortal sects need face. As soon as the old man sat on the ground like this, many people around him immediately looked at him.

The handyman Taoist was about to speak, but suddenly his face froze.

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

"It's Chiyang Immortal!"

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

"An immortal from the Xuantian Sect with a memorial tablet, that's a true immortal..."

The appearance of Chiyang Taoist immediately caused a commotion in the surrounding area, and many people paid attention to it.

Although the common people all call the people of Xuantian Sect Immortal Elders or Shangxians, they also know that these Taoists who practice martial arts and do handy jobs cannot be confused with Taoist Chiyang who have tablets in Taoist temples.

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

Taoist Chiyang turned around and reprimanded the strong Taoist servant just now: "I said earlier that giving out porridge is related to the people of Liming. You can't be careless because of a small matter. Isn't it just a bowl of rice porridge?"

"I'm going to get some more, and I'll have another bowl, one bowl for each person."

If Taoist Chiyang spoke, these handyman Taoists naturally did not dare to disobey.

After a while, the handyman Taoist brought another bucket of rice porridge, causing another circle of people to gather around.

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

At the same time, he did not forget to bow to the Chiyang Taoist again and again to thank him.

"The Chiyang Immortal has a kind heart, and he came down to earth just to give the old man a bowl of porridge..."

"Famines keep coming. If there were no immortals from Xuantianzong, we still don't know how to live in this world."

Amidst the people's praises and thanks, the Chiyang Immortal simply smiled back, then rose into the sky again, and quickly disappeared from the people's sight.

Standing on the clouds, he looked down at the small town, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and his brows frown.

"The handymen below don't know how to treat the people well, so they have to beat them well."

"Those who can enter this town as townspeople are excellent believers. Everyone can provide incense and vows, so we can't be ignored at will."

Immortal practice takes a long time.

Although the lifespan of immortal cultivators is long, compared to ordinary people and ordinary warriors, there are not a few cultivators who have died due to the exhaustion of their lifespan.

Therefore, the "incense talisman" that can speed up the practice, and the believers who can provide the power of incense, are becoming more and more precious.

Although Chiyang Taoist's tablet is the last one, he still knows the taste and the benefits of incense and fire talismans.

"Speaking of which, the Zongmen established 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.

"Senior brother Chiyang, you have a lot of experience in the way of incense, can you teach me, brother?" Qingyang, another Taoist on the cloud, asked.

Taoist Qingyang is a newly promoted deacon of the sect, and he also ranks at the bottom among the Taoist audience.

"The way of incense is actually a matter of degree." Taoist Chiyang said with a smile:

"This Great Yan Dynasty has to be chaotic. It can't be chaotic. But it can't be too chaotic."

"The world is bitter, the people are suffering, and their hearts are confused and painful, so more people burn incense and worship God to seek psychological comfort and provide a steady stream of incense and vows."

"If everyone is happy and happy, how many people would yearn to worship immortals?"

Taoist Qingyang nodded his head again and again, as if enlightened.

"Brother really appreciates it."

"But it doesn't work if the world is too chaotic, so what do you say?"

Immortal Chiyang smiled and said:

"That makes it easier to understand."

"If wars, natural disasters and famines lead to a sharp drop in population, of course it won't work."

"That's why there are small towns like Qingming Town, dedicated to sheltering believers."

"That seems to be a lame old man who was born as a refugee. If you give him a bowl of porridge to drink, you would like to worship the immortal. If there is no famine, I think the devout heart will be slightly reduced."

Taoist Qingyang also admired after listening:

"Unexpectedly, there are so many details in the way of incense."

Immortal Chiyang said with a smile: "The Nine Great Immortal Sects have oppressed the Yan Dynasty for 40 years. What I just said is actually just the experience gained from the 40 years of exploration of the Immortal Sect."

The taxes in the cities and towns under the rule of the Dayan court were increasing day by day, and the people were in poverty, so they burned incense and worshiped the gods.

And a place like Qingming Town can shelter believers.

Comparing the two, the people's grievances will obviously be directed at the Yan court, and the Xianmen can earn a reputation, which can be said to be a win-win situation, winning twice.

The two Taoists from Chiyang and Qingyang were chatting and laughing, and they also turned into rainbow light and returned to the sect, quickly disappearing into the clouds.

...............

On the table, Wu Qi was putting out a thread-bound book and patted it on the table.

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

Qiao Mu glanced at it. On the cover of the book was "Flesh and Blood", which was something he had already mastered.

"Your flesh and blood are ever-changing, are you still at the stage of makeup and disguise?" Wu Qi is smiling:

"The thaumaturgy of "Flesh and Blood" was created by the martial sage back then, but it was only a preliminary creation and it is not yet perfect. Currently, the Wuji Society is releasing a preliminary version."

"Until recently, it was gradually deduced and perfected. After practicing to a high level, one can control the physical body with the mind and change the shape and appearance of the body."

"...Is this what Wu Shengren meant?" Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.

"It's what I mean." Wu Qizheng didn't explain much, glanced outside the door, and changed the subject abruptly:

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

"Red Sun Immortal...I remember this name." Qiao Mu also looked up at the sky, thoughtful.

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

"Not bad." Wu Qizheng squinted his eyes:

"According to the Xingxuan envoy's information, Taoist Chiyang and Taoist Qingyang are the immortal cultivators who escorted the emperor into Qingyun temple on the face of it."

"Since Taoist Chiyang appeared here, maybe Emperor Dayan is also here?"

At this moment, a messenger from the Xingxuan Envoy of the Wujihui came over:

"Master Qizheng, I received a secret report saying that some members of the meeting have found the trace of the emperor..."