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Peaceful last night.

The scream of the watchman filled the streets, even in this village in the city.

The servant with an open flame and a staff passed by in a hurry.

There was another commotion amidst the barking of dogs and the crow of cocks.

Fortunately, none of this disturbed Tushanjun's dream yesterday.

Early in the morning, I packed my bags and headed straight to the alleys in the back streets of Longrongfang.

The mist in the early morning was like the yawn of Tianji City, and there were not many people scattered among the sleepy eyes. Tushanjun, who came very early, seemed a little at first sight, but what was even more strange was that there were still people waiting and looking around early.

When he saw the familiar black Taoist robe, the man was overjoyed and hurried to greet him: "Brother Taoist really trusts people."

He thought that there was no trace of the monk in black robes after he came here, but he didn't expect that the words he had not finished speaking yesterday really made this Taoist brother listen, and it was not in vain for him to stay here and wait for the sunrise.

"Have you collected enough spirit stones?"

The monk setting up the stall had a calm look and an indifferent expression.

However, there was still a hint of surprise in the corners of his slightly raised eyes.

I just took out eight spiritual stones yesterday, and now I'm here in a hurry.

It is not difficult for ordinary monks to come up with some savings, but he could see yesterday that this person's net worth is not very rich.

Although the Yinhun Pill is unparalleled in its effectiveness, what is exposed on the surface is just a Qi training pill. It may be quite magical, but for a monk who is used to poverty, it is far less than the price of a spiritual stone.

The price of the Qi Condensing Pill is very low. A low-grade spiritual stone can buy a porcelain bottle, and the elixir as big as a soybean is enough to last for a while.

"Enough is enough."

"Three jars of elixirs and I promise you fifteen spiritual stones." Tu Shanjun waved his hand and took out three jars of porcelain from the package and placed them in front of the square scarf.

When he got the spirit stone, Tu Shanjun put the bag away with a glance, and said with a smile: "The money and goods are clear."

As he spoke, he rolled up the square scarf, folded it into the size of a handkerchief, and put it into his sleeve robe. After distributing all the goods on my body, I got fifteen more spiritual stones. I finally collected enough money to make the talisman, and I suddenly felt much lighter.

"Wait a minute, will Brother Dao come again in the future?"

Tu Shanjun stopped, tilted his head slightly, and said calmly: "But I got four or five cans of elixirs by chance. I ate some myself and gave them to you. Where can I buy elixirs?"

As he spoke, he looked at the monk holding the fan.

He looks quite handsome, but his white powder still shows a bit of charisma. It seems that the low-level monks in Tianji City are not as good as ordinary landlords and members of the public.

He shook his head slightly while laughing, how could this be compared.

Since Quanwei is working on himself, even if he travels endlessly, it is worth it.

It's not that Tushanjun can't continue selling elixirs, but it's actually hard to explain.

Selling 'fake' elixirs is okay for a while, but doing it in the long term will always draw attention. When the time comes, the government will come to find out, and how to deal with it?

It's better to make a talisman.

The source is clean and the procedures are legitimate.

As long as you join the Lu Club, you can carry a long flag and sell it along the street.

The monk holding the clay pot secretly thought it was a pity, but did not continue to ask any further questions.

But he said that Tu Shanjun had sold the elixir to get the spirit stone, and when he was about to walk out of the alley, he saw one tall and one short, blocking his way.

The alley is narrow and cannot allow many people to pass through.

The monk in black robes slightly cupped his hands and said loudly: "Fellow Taoist in front, please give way."

The two men ignored it.

The tall man held a mace and stared at Tushanjun with an indifferent expression.

Short Winter Melon sneered coldly, tapping the weapon ruler in his hand, and then said: "Do you know what the boundary is here? Are you just asking me to get out of the way?"

"oh."

"Appreciate further details."

"This alley is the back street of Longrongfang, and it is the territory of our Zhongyi Society. You have been here for two days, and now you are about to leave. Isn't it too disrespectful to let our Zhongyi Society go?" In the eyes!”

"Zhongyi Society? Never heard of it."

The monk in black robes stood there with a humble expression, holding his shoulders.

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

Ai Donggua said proudly: "The Zhongyi Society was established by Brother Huangshi..."

At the top of Tianji City is the Daqi Sect, but the Daqi Sect does not participate in the governance at all. The two yamen of Tianji Mansion mostly maintain the general direction.

This makes Tianji City have many gangs, and those who work hard have gangs that work hard, and there are ways to deceive and abduct.

The big gangs occupy good places, and these little loaches gather in remote places.

Once there are a large number of people, they have power and strength, and they need property to maintain it, then tolls and protection fees appear, which is actually nothing unusual.

"I have to pass the road, but I don't want to give you the money. How do you treat me?"

The short winter melon was still bragging about his fierce fighting skills. When he heard what the monk in black robes said, he immediately became furious and pointed at the tall figure with a golden ring behind him: "Do you know this mace? If you don't want to pay, just Hit the top with a mace. Then take out your soul and sell you to those dark ghost cultivators."

The monk in black robes suddenly realized, and then asked innocently: "Does the government not care?"

Press winter melon and Gao Jinhuan laughed together.

"Government?"

"Those masters and strong men, the masters of the Great Weapon Sect only care about those strong men. My elder brother has already taken care of them. Even if you shout to attract the guards, they can't save you."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly: "It makes sense."

The monks never cared about such trivial matters.

The big shots allow knives to walk on the streets, but they will not allow self-propelled nuclear bombs to unleash their power at any time. Therefore, it is the high-level monks who are noticed as soon as they enter the city.

On the contrary, those with low cultivation may be complacent because the damage they cause is too low.

"Hurry up and hand over your money!"

"Where does your eldest brother live?" The monk in black robes continued to ask as if he hadn't heard.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Daikin, destroy him!"

"good!"

The big man with the golden ring responded with a loud voice, and then walked past the short winter melon. He spat on his hand, tightened his grip on the mace, and roared. His body was like a strong black bear, and he felt the evil wind blowing on his face. .

The short winter melon seemed to have experienced the pleasure of crushing the head with the mace. The red and white merged into a ball, and the warmth splashed on the face. Then it was his turn to take action to seize the man's money.

They had long noticed this monk in black robes. Judging from his appearance, he must be a wealthy man.

Yesterday, someone lured an official to let this kid slip away. I didn't expect to gain anything again today.

Dwarf Winter Melon couldn't help but admire that he was very smart and could predict his enemies first.

"Why hasn't it been solved yet?"

Thinking of this, Dwarf Winter Melon frowned and looked into the distance.

Dai Jin is a master in the late stage of Qi training. In addition to his natural divine power and the need to train his body, the poor casual cultivators of the same level are generally no match for Dai Jin.

Anyone who was stopped by them would either hand over the spirit stone obediently or leave a corpse behind.

"Dajin, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Dajin was standing still like a clay statue, Dwarf Melon quickly urged: "Deal with him quickly."

However, the big man with the golden ring remained motionless, still maintaining the posture of raising the mace.

The monk in mysterious black robes walked past the golden-ringed man.

As the monk got closer, he saw that he was dragging a black-red thread-like thing in his hand. It was said to be a thread and looked like a chain.

The other end of the silk thread had already been pierced into the middle of the golden-ringed man's eyebrows like a steel needle.

The big man with the golden ring stared at him and stood quietly.

There is no more color in my eyes.

Dwarf Winter Melon didn't know what happened. He only knew that he couldn't call Dajin, and at some point, a blue-gray palm fell on his shoulder.

The aversion and coldness converged into fear that exploded in my heart, growing crazily like clusters of flowers and plants.

He opened his mouth tremblingly.

But he could only kneel on the ground.

"Senior, young people are ignorant and ignorant of advanced cultivation."

"Don't blame those who don't know. I'm just inviting you."

"What do you want me to ask for?"

"Please be struck by a golden melon, and your soul will be refined." Tu Shanjun said calmly.

He came with eyes wide open, and the black and red silk thread in his hand stung the short winter melon between his eyebrows like a poisonous snake. But in an instant, a soul appeared in his hand. The blue-grey palm became whiter and whiter, and the flesh-colored nails turned into black and purple.

"Search for souls!"

A few moments.

Tu Shanjun withdrew the black and red silk thread, and the two corpses in front of him suddenly turned into evil spirits and souls and were gathered into his sleeves and robes.

"Longrongfang..."

…

Huangshi woke up from the cold.

It seems to be extremely cold tonight. It was so unbearable for him as a Qi practitioner to wake up.

He stood up and looked at the windows and doors. They were both closed. He seemed a little thirsty. He walked to the table and chair and sat down. He was about to pour himself tea when he suddenly found that there seemed to be a vague figure in front of him.

The drowsiness and haziness he felt just now suddenly turned into coldness, like cold water poured over his head, making him wake up suddenly.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

"Are you Huangshi?"

Huang Shi was startled. The voice was ethereal and hoarse. It was as unpleasant as the friction of iron plates. However, the indifferent sound was like a demon's roar, which shocked his mind. Even his body could not help but lower down and regenerate. I couldn't afford any resistance, so I could only answer honestly: "Yes."

"Zhongyi Society, Shetou, Huangshi?"

"yes."

"That's right." The figure's face was reflected in the candlelight, but it turned out to be an evil ghost with a green face and fangs.

Just before Huang Shi's magic power was about to burst out, a ghostly hand fell on the top of his head. With a crunching sound, his tall body suddenly collapsed on the table like mud.

"receive!"

…

A series of killings to refine one's soul and looting property.

Finally returned to the orphanage.

Tu Shanjun touched the slender pocket on his waist, which already contained hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones, two spiritual talismans, and a set of magic weapons.

Sure enough, a man will not be rich without windfall, and a horse will not be fat without night grass.

It's a pity that Huangshi is also a poor man.

To maintain the "Zhongyi Society", the expenses are naturally not small, and there is not much savings left.

…

The next day.

In the courtyard, Tushanjun, who was about to go to the shop to buy the tools for making talismans, was waiting quietly for Xu Sanniang.

But first we met a familiar face.

In Longrongfang, an old woman engaged in the coffin shop and other funeral industries came to visit.

Xu Sanniang seemed a little surprised: "Grandma Qing."

"Why does my mother-in-law have time to come here?"

"Ms. Xu, I didn't come here to look for you."

Xu Sanniang asked doubtfully: "Aren't you looking for me?"

"I'm looking for him."

Granny Qing pointed at the monk in black robes who was standing next to Xu Sanniang, holding a gourd of wine and smashing it into the mouth of the bar.

The second update will be later.

I went to attend a friend's wedding. I felt a little tired today and came back late in the afternoon.