The people were all surprised. No one knew why the priest of the Great Rites Sect, who was supposed to be like a god, said that he might be killed.
But soon someone realized that there were bad guys hiding in the crowd who wanted to assassinate the Dali Jiao.
As soon as one person stood up, countless people responded. They began to look at each other, and then spontaneously organized to patrol the village. Even a passing dog would be pulled over for questioning.
At this moment, Yao Xingchen came to his senses. Who said that our Dali sect only knows how to draw talismans?
When the common people are mobilized, it is much more effective than mobilizing a thousand elites.
Maybe ten, twenty years from now, or even a hundred years from now, the story about today will still be circulating in this village.
Generations of elders in the village will tell their children, just like their elders, that once upon a time, their brave ancestors mobilized to protect a great ritual priest in Shangyang Palace.
That day, I don't know how many killers came, all of them were ruthless characters. But when they saw the fearless villagers, those terrible killers finally backed down.
The world needs stories like this.
Shangyang Palace also needs such a story.
It was at this moment that Yao Xingchen truly understood that a person who could become a priest of the Great Rites Sect was not only someone who had the ability to defy the heavens in terms of cultivation. Achievement requires an extraordinary mind.
The priest of the Dali religion is aloof from the world. He just likes to be aloof from the world. It's not like he doesn't know how to fight.
"We can go and rest now."
After saying this, Shang Qingqing walked towards the inn with his hands behind his back.
The shopkeeper of the inn called Yi Cheng. It was a very interesting name, which showed that his parents were not greedy people.
Naming your child is 10%, not 35%, let alone 10%.
After Lai Yicheng entertained Shang Qing and entered the inn, he quickly ordered someone to get hot water for the priest of the Dali Sect to wash himself.
Shang Qingyu doesn't like crowds, but he likes this kind of enthusiasm.
After washing up, Lai Yicheng had already prepared a meal for him. All the ingredients available in this small village were placed on the table.
Fried, stir-fried, deep-fried, everything is available, with all kinds of colors, aromas, shapes and tastes.
Shang Qingqing only glanced at Yicheng and realized that this ordinary shopkeeper had actually missed another life, because this shopkeeper's physique could be used for cultivation.
However, there are tens of thousands of people in this world who can practice cultivation, and only 10% will eventually become a practitioner.
The remaining 90% of people are from ordinary backgrounds and have no wealth. Wanting to become practitioners is basically a dream.
Ninety percent of these ninety percent don’t even know what they can practice.
"Your family's conditions should be good, so why don't you practice?"
Shang Qing finally asked the shopkeeper. He seemed to feel pity for the shopkeeper.
"Practice?"
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Practice is not what people like us should do."
Shang Qingwei asked again: "Do you know you can practice? I think your physique is not bad."
The shopkeeper nodded: "Yes, I've known it since I was a child."
Yao Xingchen asked curiously: "Since you have known about it since you were a child, and your family is not in poverty, you should be able to practice. Why don't you have a choice?"
Lai Yicheng said: "This priest, do you... understand the lives of ordinary people?"
Yao Xingchen said: "I also come from a poor family, and my family is considered relatively poor in the village."
Lai Yicheng asked again: "Then Priest, were you chosen by Shangyang Palace early?"
Yao Xingchen said: "I can't say how early it was, but relatively speaking, I am indeed lucky."
Lai Yicheng sighed: "There is only one Shangyang Palace in this world..."
He said: "We ordinary people don't see practitioners, but the ones we see are people from small sects."
"They will come to the village to look for children who can practice cultivation. However, it is naturally different from people from large sects choosing disciples."
"People from the big sect are here. Seeing that the child has good qualifications, they will take him away and give the family a sum of money."
"As for ordinary people like us, people from small sects who choose your children, you have to pay them money. They say they don't want much, but in fact, 99% of the people can't raise it even if they lose their entire family."
Yao Xingchen lowered his head.
He thought that because of his poor background, he understood the hardships of this time. But now that he thought about it, what he actually understood was just a drop in the bucket.
"Stop talking about practicing."
Lai Yicheng said: "Even if you want to go to the city and work as a servant for a rich family, people from a small village like us are not welcome. They say that we are ignorant and ignorant, and it is too troublesome to teach us."
He smiled apologetically: "I talked too much and disturbed the interest of Dalijiao. I am guilty. I will leave first."
Shang Qingyu didn't care about this. He pointed to the seat opposite and said, "There are so many meals that we can't finish. If you sit down and eat together, we can chat for a while longer."
Lai Yicheng refused repeatedly, but in the end he did not dare to violate the teachings of ethics, so he still sat down, with a cautious look that made people feel a little distressed.
After chatting for a while, the topic returned to the distance between ordinary people and practitioners.
After Lai Yizheng drank two glasses of wine, he obviously talked more than before.
He said: "Actually, I didn't have good opportunities when I was a child. If I had seized them, I might have become a big shot."
When he said these words, his eyes were a little blurry.
He said: "At that time, my parents had planned to spend all their money to let me enter a small sect to practice. But when I was about to be taken away, the people in that sect said that my qualifications were too poor and they didn't want me anymore. .”
Speaking of this, Lai Yicheng looked at Shang Qingyu and asked: "Can the Dalijiao guess the reason?"
Shang Qingyu asked: "But someone else offers a better price?"
After saying this, Shang Qingying knew that the answer was wrong.
People from small sects want money, will they care about having more disciples and more money?
Even if someone offers more, they can take both of them, instead of asking the one who gives more and the one who gives less.
Lai Yicheng said: "They are people from the next village. They heard that someone from our village was selected. They were afraid of being retaliated in the future, so they collected a large amount of money to give to the people of the small sect and bribed the messenger who selected the person. They only mentioned my qualifications. If it’s not enough, don’t ask for it.”
"Our village and the village next door have to fight every year, because every inch of land is beaten, and the head is bloody."
Lai Yicheng said with emotion: "Their village does not dare to let our village have a cultivator."
Yao Xingchen opened his mouth and said: "Then the people in your village can also pool a large sum of money to send you into the sect. Since the people in the small sect love money, they can't give away the money."
Lai Yicheng asked: "Priest, do you know what jealousy is?"
Yao Xingchen was startled.
Lai Yicheng said: "Not to mention practicing in that small sect, my family runs the only inn in this town. I don't know how many people are jealous. People come here every year to do disgusting things."
"For them, having a cultivator in their village is not a bad thing, but if it is not in their own home, it is certainly not a good thing."
"Without this practitioner, the village would still be the same village. With this practitioner, my family would not be able to act tyrannically in the village?"
Shang Qingqing sighed softly: "There is a great truth in these words."
Lai Yicheng shook his head and said: "Dalijiao, I don't understand any big principles. I only know that the relationship between people is probably... you can be good, but you can't be better than me."
Yao Xingchen picked up the wine glass: "Shopkeeper, here's a toast to you. There is still a lot of truth in what you said."
Lai Yicheng said quickly: "I don't dare, I don't dare, I'd better give the priest a drink."
He picked up the glass of wine and drank it first as a token of respect. Not even a drop of the wine was left in the glass.
Shang Qingyu also took a sip. This wine was not considered good wine. How could there be any good wine in such a small village.
It's hard to say how far it is from Geling, but the prosperity of Geling is in the sky compared to this village.
After Shang Qing finished the sip of wine, he slowly exhaled.
He lowered his head and looked at the wine glass in his hand, and said something softly.
"Did you carefully make up this story, or is it really related to you, or did you see it with your own eyes?"
Hearing this, Yao Xingchen's expression changed, let alone that one.
Lai Yicheng was obviously frightened. He stood up quickly and said, "What does the Dali Jiao mean by this? How dare I talk nonsense and deceive the priest?"
Shang Qing said: "This wine is poisonous, do you really not know?"
Lai Yicheng's face turned pale instantly, and then he knelt down with a plop: "The common people also drank this wine. Besides, this wine was brewed by me. Why?" Possibly poisonous?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, followed by his body twitching, and then he fell down holding his stomach.
Yao Xingchen looked at the ordinary man who couldn't help but twist his body. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should watch calmly or give a helping hand.
"Do you think what I did was inappropriate?"
Shang Qing finally asked Yao Xingchen.
Yao Xingchen immediately said: "The disciple just doesn't know when the Dalijiao discovered that he had a problem."
Shang Qing said: "In your opinion, he may not have a problem, but he served the wine with his own hands, so he is somewhere between guilty and innocent. You are too kind-hearted."
As he spoke, he pointed to the flagon.
Yao Xingchen subconsciously picked up the jug and looked at it. He didn't see anything wrong. When he raised it higher, he noticed that there was a talisman stuck to the bottom of the jug.
Shang Qing said: "I told you, people... especially strangers, you can't believe what they say no matter how emotional they are."
He pointed at the dying Lai Yicheng again: "Look, they look so similar."
Only then did Yao Xingchen realize that the talisman had detoxified the poison in the wine in the pot. Both he and the Lijiao were fine, but the shopkeeper was in such pain... what else could it be if it wasn't just a pretense.
Seeing Shang Qingwei's reaction, Lai Yicheng stopped pretending. One breath he was still holding his stomach and rolling, and the next breath he put force on his feet and flew out close to the ground.
After another breath, Lai Yicheng clapped his hands, and countless dust fell on the roof, and this dust was also poisonous powder.
Shang Qingyu was still sitting. He raised his finger and the talisman paper that was originally at the bottom of the pot flew up. After it reached the height of his head, it suddenly began to split. One piece turned into two pieces, and the two pieces turned into four pieces. The speed is extremely fast.
In just a blink of an eye, the talisman formed an apricot-yellow dome, blocking all the poisonous powder.
When Yao Xingchen came to his senses and wanted to chase Lai Yicheng, he saw that Lai Yicheng outside the door could no longer move.
I don't know when, Lai Yicheng's body was wrapped in layers of talisman papers, which was more painful than the tight rope. It seemed that there were at least four or five layers of talisman papers.
Shang Qingyu just glanced at the talisman again, and the talisman suddenly flew away, and the person who was originally inside had turned into a large cloud of ashes. When the talisman flew up, the talisman suddenly fell on it. on the ground.
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[Recommend a book, urban love type, called Behind the Stewardess]
