I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Half a month has passed since I met the Demon Lord.

Chi Xuan's cultivation level has not grown rapidly. Compared with the rapid progress of his cultivation level in the past, his cultivation level now seems to be stagnant.

This is because every time he takes the elixir, he will cut it open with his teeth.

The pill will only be swallowed after the potency is greatly reduced.

Use the subtle medicinal properties to improve your own cultivation, so that you won't be ignored by the demon king in the soul flag.

Tushanjun saw all this.

People are naturally afraid of their own unknown power.

Because his cultivation level was too high, Chi Xuan didn't have any sense of stability.

It was like there was a hanging rope around Chi Xuan's neck. He didn't know when the rope would tighten and take away his life.

Tu Shanjun did not dissuade him.

He will still provide Chi Xuan with a Yin Soul Pill that is similar to Chi Xuan's cultivation level every day. He will also answer Chi Xuan's questions about his cultivation without any bias.

Tu Shanjun didn't feel that he had been fooled. Cultivation is your own, and if you desert on this matter, you will fool not others, but Chi Xuan himself.

After half a month of getting along with each other and having his spiritual consciousness enter the soul flag, Chi Xuan has a general understanding.

The Soul Reverend Banner is by no means as simple as a magic weapon.

Tushanjun did not restrict his freedom, so he often went to the majestic city at the foot of the mountain. No matter who he meets, he can't tell his cultivation level, but none of them will answer his questions.

At first he thought it was because others were ignoring him, but later he found out that it was because these people seemed to have no clear mind. They only had high intelligence and acted according to certain established rules.

Even if he is in a big city, he feels lonely.

In this gray world, the only person who can answer his question is the owner of the Taoist temple.

The black-robed monk whom he secretly derogated as the Demon King.

…

"Taoist Priest, today the price of rice has increased by another twenty cents, or five taels of silver. We can no longer get the original grain."

"Even if I lower the price, I can only lower it by five cents. If it's too low, the other grain merchants in the city will cause trouble for me." The young man in embroidery cupped his hands, sighed slightly, and lowered his voice.

"It's also difficult for the Chamber of Commerce to do it."

Chi Xuan bowed his head slightly and said generously, "I understand."

The skyrocketing price of food, which changes day by day, coupled with the failure of grain merchants to collect food and distribute it, has left many people without food.

In the alley, there are more people selling their sons and daughters.

I heard that the recent market situation is that the price of male babies is higher than that of female babies, which is strange.

Chi Xuan is just a Taoist priest. He will spend some of the money he saves, but he is not a savior.

There is no law to advise parents who sell their children.

The final result is probably that he will spend his own money to help them overcome the current difficulties, and then when their money is gone, he will continue to sell his sons and daughters.

Chi Xuan left the grain shop and went to the medicine shop.

Mr. Yang exclaimed in shock: "Taoist Priest!"

"I didn't expect Young Master Yang to be here today."

Chi Xuan cupped his hands and said: "Some medicinal materials have been used up, so I came to buy some."

"Come on, choose the best medicinal materials for the Taoist priest."

Chi Xuan waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no, just give Pindao the worst medicinal materials. Pindao needs a lot of medicinal materials. Save as much as you can."

Expensive medicinal materials are indeed very effective, but they are very expensive.

Poor medicinal materials may not be very effective but they are still good medicines for curing diseases and saving lives. His money can buy a lot more of poorer medicinal materials.

…

Cook porridge to relieve disaster victims and give alms to beggars.

Chi Xuan set up the stove and began to boil the medicinal soup, adding magical talismans to maximize the effectiveness of the medicine.

He actually didn't quite understand why this happened.

There were obviously a lot of fields in Mingji County, but the Yamen did not think about settling these people, nor did they want to open warehouses and release grain for relief.

Put a bowl of thin rice soup every day to prevent them from starving to death, that's all.

The wealthy people in the city wear fine clothes and sachets on their waists. The wine and meat they squander every day can be exchanged for countless times of food, and only one ration can save a person's life.

"Old practice, is there any way to change it?" Chi Xuan murmured.

"The emperors of the Da Cang Dynasty are not in a hurry. When will it be your turn, a little Taoist priest from Fangwai who is on the third level of Qi training, to be in a hurry?" A cold voice sounded in Chi Xuan's ears, with an unspeakable coldness.

"His people are dead, what does that have to do with you?"

Tu Shanjun's words were like a fishbone stuck in his throat. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it. Chi Xuan was choked and didn't know how to ask any more questions. He even felt a tight breath in his chest.

It doesn't matter if you vomit, and it doesn't matter if you don't vomit.

Tushanjun was too lazy to help clean up this mess.

He just took out the general outlines he had made, laid out the rules and regulations, took out the system under his rule, and then taught it step by step, and finally made it stable. What's the point?

They don’t think about reform to become stronger, they just hope that a savior will appear and then they can live and work in peace and contentment.

How stupid!

Tu Shanjun has no habit of crying at graves, let alone carrying someone else's coffin to his own home to cry.

As for those who go to other people's territory and cry at other people's graves, they are even more crazy.

Chi Xuan suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, he said: "My master picked me out from the dead when he took me in. I was weak and sick, and my qualifications were not good."

"At that time, a nobleman sent his concubine to learn the art. That person was highly qualified."

"But, there is only one true successor of Red Yang Palace..."

Chi Xuan didn't say anything more. Perhaps he was moved by the scene, or maybe he heard Tu Shanjun's cold words. He felt that this shouldn't be the case, so he said a few more words.

After all this busy work, it was evening.

After getting out, Chi Xuan walked to the tavern.

Just as he raised the curtain in front of him, someone was already waiting not far away, shouting: "Taoist Master."

"Place a pot of green bamboo leaves."

Chi Xuan sat calmly on the seat.

Old man Chen wiped his hands, took out the bamboo leaf green that had been prepared long ago, put it on the table in front of Chi Xuan, and said: "I heard that the Taoist priest came to the county this morning. It seems that today is not so easy."

Chi Xuan poured himself a glass of wine and said, "There's nothing easy about this."

"The child came as soon as he heard your footsteps and ran dozens of times throughout the afternoon."

"Is the child okay?"

"I would also like to thank the Taoist priest for some good advice."

"Little old man, please don't disturb Taoist Master's pleasure." Old man Chen wisely left, leaving Chi Xuan alone.

Spiritual energy floated in front of him, and a faint figure appeared in front of Chi Xuan.

"伱......"

Chi Xuan's eyes widened and he quickly looked around in panic to see the reactions of other drinkers.

"A little trick."

The pale figure that appeared pointed at Chi Xuan's eyes and said, "Only you can see this shadow of mine."

Tu Shanjun's true self is at the peak of the Golden Core. Let alone Qi training, even foundation building cannot make his true self come out.

The shallow figure at the first level of qi training in front of me is just Tu Shanjun who placed a ray of his spiritual consciousness on it, and then selected a Yin Shen who had just entered the level from the soul flag to turn into a clone.

With this little mana drawn, the clone doesn't even have combat effectiveness.

"Then what does the old cultivator do out here?"

"It can't be because I want to drink a bar."

"I wanted to drink it, but I thought I'd better not get you into trouble." Tu Shanjun's tone was full of regret.

"What's the trouble with drinking?"

Chi Xuan didn't know what to say, so he replied calmly. He couldn't guess what the Demon Lord wanted to do, but the other party walked out like this, which made him feel shocked and frightened.

This shows that the other party's actions will not be greatly restricted.

After hearing Chi Xuan's words, Tu Shanjun smiled calmly.

He sensed that a jar of spiritual wine brewed with incense and wish power was placed at the bottom of the wine cellar. He originally wanted to buy it to taste it, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

There is no need to affect Chi Xuan because of greed.

Along the way, I have seen almost everything I need to see and know almost everything I need to know.

The thick incense that enveloped Jicheng looked like a cake with butter, making people want to take away all the boxes containing the cake.

That is because he did not want to force or kill Chi Xuan.

Otherwise, Tu Shanjun will definitely use his magic power to wave the soul flag to absorb all the gathered incense and wish power.

The place where thousands of incense gathers is not a temple or a Taoist temple.

It’s the county government!

Tu Shanjun did not explain these things to Chi Xuan.

Even Chi Xuan wouldn't understand.

All in all, the world does look strange.

Tu Shanjun suspected that it might be because of the seal of Dahei Mountain that he ended up in a cave or a small world at a specific time and place.

"Looking back suddenly, it turned out that I had to look for the reason within myself."

Tu Shanjun looked at the seal of Daheishan in the sea of ​​consciousness. This seal is a fusion of the Shinto magic weapon and the foundation stone of Daheishan. It is a magic weapon and a treasure that can mobilize and suppress the power of incense.

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Jicheng.

County government.

The magistrate of Ji County was receiving a short man wearing a long gown. The man had a mustache and looked a little funny.

But the county magistrate didn't dare to laugh.

Because the person in front of me is an imperial envoy of the imperial court.

The long-robed man twirled his beard and said in a deep voice: "County Magistrate Hu, why do you think the number of people collected in your territory has increased, but the items collected have not increased, but have gradually decreased. When I passed by the county town, the county guard mentioned it to me. Let’s get over this.”

"How high your official rank is, how high your salary is, don't cross the line."

Magistrate Hu knelt on the ground with a bang and shouted: "Your Majesty, the imperial envoy, I am unjust."

"Wang Decai died and Xiaguan took over. It has only been a few years now. His prestige is low, government affairs are busy, and there are natural and man-made disasters. To be able to recover to such a level is because Xiaguan has tried his best."

"Your subordinates don't dare to be greedy."

"If he had really become a corrupt official, he wouldn't be in such a state of cultivation now."

The man in a long gown waved his hand and said, "Okay, I know, I just want to ask the superior officer for you."

"I will report your difficulties to the court."

"I am here to bring you the tasks assigned by the imperial court to each county. All the records are here. You can read them by yourself and memorize them silently, so as not to leave any traces." The man in the long robe handed over a roll of talisman paper. To Magistrate Hu.

Magistrate Hu took the talisman tremblingly, opened it, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Seriously?!"

"Do your duty well, and when the matter is completed, the court will reward you, and His Majesty will remember your merits."

The floating sound gradually faded away.

Magistrate Hu suddenly raised his head, and the man in long gown in front of him had disappeared.

Looking at the talisman in his hand, it had turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.