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April is fragrant and spring moistens the earth.
Yanliang was lying on a sunny hillside, humming a tune from the earth, quietly enjoying the beauty of another world.
I pinched my fingernails and calculated, it has been seven days since I traveled here.
He's almost used to life here.
As a great young man in the 21st century, his greatest strength is that he has a salty heart that wins his life regardless of whether he wins or not.
"Well, I almost forgot."
Yanliang fiddled with it for a long time before taking out a crumpled paper egg from the lining.
Other people's methods of communication in the world of cultivation are either flying swords to send messages, or jade slips to send messages, and some people play with sound transmission arrays. When it comes to Yunhua Immortal Sect, it's just a letter sealed with fire paint.
[Is this the Immortal Sect who is both cool and cute? Don't be ridiculous. 】
He unfolded the letter and placed it in the sun.
Yan Liang thought that this was not peeping into other people's privacy. He was doing a good deed. If the unlucky child he had traveled through time had an unfulfilled wish, such as being unable to let go of his childhood sweetheart or letting go of his unmarried wife, he would have to bear this burden. ah……
A true man stands upright and does what he does and what he does not do.
[Look at how awesome I am, how righteous and kind I am. 】
Snapped!
A black line fell on his face, which felt a little cold.
Yanliang wiped it with his hand and found that it was bird droppings.
"Silly bird, don't let me catch you if you have the guts."
He glanced around with his eyes wide open, but found no suspicious target, so he could only lie back angrily and read the contents of the letter out loud.
Yes, not reciting silently, but reading, reading aloud!
"My brother Yanliang."
Yanliang's heart dropped when he saw the title of the letter.
"The letter has been received. My eldest brother expresses regret for your experience at the foot of the mountain. Now my father and mother are in seclusion to attack the middle stage of foundation building. Depending on the situation, they will not be released for a few years. Now I am handling all family matters. I hope you don't I mind that my eldest brother wrote the reply letter on behalf of my father.
The decision to release you as a Taoist official in Jiangning County is decided by the Immortal Sect Deacon Hall. Even if your father and mother are not in seclusion, they are unable to change the sect's rules. The eldest brother thinks that it is an experience for you to go to the world of mortals. Maybe you will get the opportunity to go further. But one day, if I can become famous in Han Dynasty and be worshiped as a national master, the eldest brother will definitely reach the ground with his robes. welcome. "
After reading the content of the letter, Yan Liang crumpled the paper into a ball.
He thought to himself that this little monk from the Yunhua Immortal Sect who had the same name as him was really a master whom his grandma did not love and his uncle did not love him. He had no childhood sweethearts and was an unmarried wife. His damn brother was bullied in the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. The eldest brother dismissed it with "an experience".
I really don’t know what kind of immortality they are cultivating, are they too supreme to forget their feelings?
When Yanliang was sixteen years old, he was judged by the Deacon Hall as a disciple with no hope of establishing a foundation in his life.
According to the rules of the Yunhua Immortal Sect, such outer disciples who have no hope of establishing a foundation will be sent to the secular world to serve as Taoist officials. Firstly, they will find malleable talents for the Yunhua Immortal Sect, and secondly, they will stabilize the Immortal Sect’s influence on the court. .
Normally, the age of Taoist officials who join the world is in their twenties, but Yanliang was driven down the mountain at the age of sixteen and became a Taoist official at Baiyun Temple in Jiangning County.
This is of course a very aggrieved thing.
But for the people on earth who occupy his body, this is not aggrieved at all. This is a very exciting thing.
[That shit, Yunhua Mountain has better scenery. In addition, in terms of eating, the soup is clear and watery, without any oily smell. The people above are in retreat for at least ten and a half days. You have to read the almanac in advance to find someone to talk to. There are no young ladies in cool clothes there. I don't want to pay for this kind of life. 】
It's better to stay at the foot of the mountain. The Taoist officials of the Immortal Sect don't have to sit in court or deal with mundane affairs. They just visit nearby villages and towns every six months, pretending to be Taoist immortals, and see if there are any mortals suitable for extradition.
What do you want to do with the rest of the time?
Of course, he was spending the money he received from the imperial court and wasting his time.
As for the national master mentioned in eldest brother Yanbin’s letter, it’s okay to think about it in dreams.
As far as he knew, the imperial master at that time was already 75 years old, and his parents had to respectfully call him senior brother when they saw him.
The most important thing is that in order to be the national advisor of the Southern Han Kingdom, one must at least have achieved the foundation level of cultivation.
What about him?
Qi training period! Still a small class dropout.
[Others are already college students, but I am still playing in the mud and trying to become a national teacher. 】
………………
After reading the letter and squinting for a while, Yanliang came down from the mountain and walked close to the front door of Baiyun Temple. Before he could turn the corner, he heard a burst of noise.
[Hey, there are so many people coming to pray today. Old Yunjin was able to defraud someone out of sesame oil money again. 】
He straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and walked toward the crowd as if he were an outsider who was unmoved by external objects.
After a few steps he was confused.
When Wang Yin, the little follower, saw him showing his head, he was scornful.
At this time, a Taoist priest standing on the front steps pointed in the direction he came from and said loudly: "The person you are looking for is here, and that pretty boy is Yan Liang."
As soon as Taoist Yan heard this, he knew he was going to suffer.
He wanted to run, but it was too late.
The people who gathered around the entrance of the Taoist temple came over and wrapped three layers of wontons inside and outside.
[This is to beat him! 】
The guy who identified him was one of the culprits who sent the body's original owner a letter asking his parents for help - Wang Fu.
Wang Fu also has an older brother, Wang Shou, who, like Yan Liang, is a disciple of the Immortal Sect who was sent down by the Deacon Hall and entered old age early.
These two guys are ten years older than Yan Liang and can be considered as big brother figures, but they are so fucked up that they always treat him as their younger brother.
Yanliang was alone, unable to defeat the four with his fists, and his brothers and sisters were indifferent to his situation at the foot of the mountain. Talking about his life for more than a year, it was really a bitter tear, filled with sorrow of separation.
"Senior Brother Wang, although I know that I am a bit handsome and have enviable black hair, can you stop advertising for me? The host has always taught us to be humble. If you do this, I won't be able to keep a low profile. of."
Yanliang held his hands behind his back and held his chest out, his long robe fluttering in the wind, as if he had come out of the world, "I am really worried to death."
Wang Fu touched the few sparse hairs on his forehead with his hand, and his greasy face turned the color of pig liver.
That little bastard was clearly calling him a bald man.
Although he is indeed bald.
"You have been bitten by the ambition of a leopard recently. Your cultivation has not improved, and your mouth is getting meaner every day." Wang Fu said bitterly: "I won't deal with you today, someone else will deal with you."
The people Wang Fu was talking about dealing with him were the dozens of people standing in front of him.
There were powerful men, fierce women with arms thicker than his thighs, and old men holding hoes and rolling up their trouser legs. He also saw a girl carrying a basket and a bag, as if she was a young daughter-in-law who had just returned home. , hiding behind the crowd and looking at him shyly.
It was obvious that they were not pilgrims.
[What a shame. I want to make the young master the scapegoat. 】
While talking to Wang Fu, Yan Liang was also sifting through information and roughly understood the purpose of the dozens of people in front of him.
In the world of cultivation, there is a common spiritual plant called cloud saliva grass, and the cloud saliva pill, which is made from its fruit as the main medicine, is an essential elixir used by disciples in the Qi training stage to assist their cultivation.
Cloud saliva grass does not have to grow in the spiritual fields of fairy mountains. It can also be grown in the secular world, but the yield is very low and it rarely bears fruit.
For the disciples on the mountain, Yunshu Pill is distributed regularly by the sect's deacon hall. It's a bit cruel to the decentralized sects--the sect no longer rations pills. As compensation, these people can take grass seeds to plant under the mountain when they leave, and provide cloud saliva fruits to the sect in exchange for the elixirs needed for cultivation and even spiritual stone fragments.
[Well, the disciples on the mountain are civil servants, and the disciples at the bottom are the career editors. No wonder that kid is acting like a fool and doesn't want to leave the mountain gate. 】
Back to the issue of villagers.
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