Chapter 1: Master Yi sells chicken

Qingli, eighth year, autumn.

Fengyun County, Treasure Street.

At this time, the streets were bustling with people, noise, and traffic.

At this time, a group of people on Zhenbao Street surrounded a stall, marveling at it, making a few jokes, and then turned and left.

I saw a young Taoist sitting cross-legged on the side of the street. He was tall and slender, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his strong chest muscles lifted his Taoist robe high.

Next to him was an iron cage and a wooden board.

A rooster in a cage was pecking at millet in a celadon bowl.

On the wooden sign next to it were written eleven large characters in calligraphy: Selling Overlord Chicken, one hundred taels, no bargaining allowed.

At this time, someone in the crowd started to make a noise: "Master, how about you let this Tyrant Chicken show off its skills?"

Yi Chen did not say anything to these busybodies, but took out another wooden sign from under his buttocks, with eight big characters written on it: "Only for sale if you are destined to buy, come if you are willing."

People came and went, there were many spectators, but no one bought anything.

At this moment, Wang Yuanwai, the owner of an antique shop who was watching the excitement in the crowd, narrowed his eyes and was attracted by the small celadon bowl where the rooster was pecking at rice. He stepped out of the crowd and said, "Master, this Tyrant Chicken is really magical. I'll buy it."

After the payment and goods were settled, Yi Chen handed the four-pound rooster to the fat official, smiled and bowed his head, saying: "May you be blessed with infinite blessings. With this Overlord Chicken, your family will no longer have to worry about anything."

"Haha, thanks for your kind words, Taoist priest, how about you give me this celadon bowl as well?"

"I keep this Tyrannosaurus as a pet."

"I'm afraid that this Tyrannosaurus I bought won't be used to pecking at rice in a different bowl!" After saying this, Mr. Wang wanted to reach out to take the small celadon bowl, but he fell behind the young Taoist and was snatched into his arms by him.

"You are joking, how is this possible?"

"I only sell King Chicken, not bowls."

"I have sold so many King Chickens in the surrounding area with this antique celadon bowl. You may not know that this King Chicken has a special fate with you today."

"By the way, this Overlord Chicken can be steamed or stir-fried. It is very good for replenishing your energy."

"You're welcome."

"Please stay, sir. I am leaving now."

After saying that, Yi Chen slowly stood up, bowed to the crowd, took out the two green bricks that he had used as a cushion for his butt, stacked them up, and broke them into pieces with one punch.

Then he carried the iron cage and the small celadon bowl and disappeared at the end of the street in a few jumps.

The crowd was left in a daze, and it took them a while to come to their senses and burst into laughter.

….. ….. …..Half an hour later, Yi Chen, who had bought several doses of good medicine and half a ginseng with one hundred taels of silver, left the gate of Fengyun County.

He was not originally from this world. Ten years ago, he traveled through time and space to become an eight-year-old child, an orphan at that. It was winter, and there was heavy snow, and he almost froze to death.

Just when he felt that he was about to see his own milk, it was Bai Yunzi, the master of Yinlong Temple, who saved him and accepted him as his sect.

Ten years have passed. Some time ago, his master Bai Yunzi accidentally had Yin energy enter his body when he went down the mountain to kill an evil ghost for the villagers. Now he is bedridden.

As a last resort, he had to get some money to buy medicine.

There was no other way. After all, my master was a good man. The savings of the temple had been spent by my master on the porridge and medicine he gave out. If I didn't think of a solution, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to eat, let alone buy medicine.

Looking at the sun above his head, Yi Chen felt a little anxious. He secretly urged the thin pure yang energy in his body and quickened his way.

That’s right, the world that Yi Chen traveled to was not an ordinary ancient background world.

It is a terrifying world where demons and ghosts are rampant and evil spirits are prevalent.

In this terrifying world, Yi Chen felt very lucky to be accepted as a disciple by Bai Yunzi, the Taoist master of Yinlong Temple who was good at Pure Yang Taoism.

Of course, the only drawback is that after ten years of traveling through time, his golden finger has not arrived yet, which makes him very regretful.

How can you travel through time without a cheat code?

He practiced Xiao Chun Yang Gong for ten years and worked hard before he could reach the second level. His internal energy was so weak that he had to use it sparingly even when traveling.

While I was daydreaming, Yinlong Temple was already in sight, appearing on the horizon.

Thinking about his master's injuries, Yi Chen couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Yinlong Temple is located at the foot of Zhuilong Mountain. It is a small Taoist temple built brick by brick by his master and some believers. It is no bigger than five houses.

There are two trees planted in the front yard.

One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw his junior fellow apprentice Qing Yunzi, who was born with squint, running out crying, "Big Brother, you are finally back. Master...Master...is almost dying."

Yi Chen was anxious when he heard this: "What? Master, wasn't he able to hold on before? Why is he unable to hold on all of a sudden?"

His eyes turned red and he quickly ran towards the backyard.

In the backyard, a tall but haggard old man was lying on the bed, dying.

Two little Taoist boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue, were standing by the bed, secretly wiping their tears.

All the people in Yinlong Temple gathered together.

"Master! Why did your injury suddenly worsen?" When Yi Chen saw this scene, tears welled up in his eyes.

He hurriedly tried to stuff half a ginseng into his master's mouth.

The tears in Yi Chen's eyes were not fake. He was the first orphan taken in by his master. Over the past ten years, his master had treated him very well, like his own son.

In the years when ordinary people had to eat coarse grains and vegetables, Yi Chen was always able to eat meat, and he even taught his little Chunyang internal skills step by step.

Unfortunately, his aptitude was not good, and his internal strength was surpassed by his junior brother Qing Yunzi.

"Evil disciple, you... do you want to choke me to death?" After being stuffed with half a ginseng by Yi Chen, the tall old man on the bed regained some vitality as if he had a last burst of life.

"Evil disciple, where did this ginseng come from? Where did you get the money?" Bai Yunzi raised his eyebrows and asked in a serious tone.

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"I sell Overlord Chickens, bought from the pharmacy." Yi Chen is obedient.jpg "Can your broken rooster be sold for so much money?"

"The boss knows the goods and only sells to those who are destined to buy it"乖巧.jpg "Never mind, as long as it's not a crime." The white-haired Taoist on the bed sighed, took the ginseng and took a few bites, his complexion improved a little.

"Yi Chen, Master is old, and now Yin Qi has accidentally entered his body. Today is the end of the world. I will tell you a few words, and you must promise me."

The white-haired Taoist was half lying on the bed, looking at Yi Chen with burning eyes.

"Master, you say."

"Now the world is changing strangely, evil spirits are increasing, and I'm afraid that chaos is not far away."

"After I...I die, you will be the new master of Hidden Dragon Temple."

"Your fellow apprentices are not as smart as you are. After I die, you will have to worry about me more and take on the responsibility of being the eldest brother."

"You are a man of deep thoughts and evil hands. I have always known that once I leave, no one will supervise you. You must promise me that you will only do good things and not worry about the future. You must not commit crimes. You must win people over with virtue and practice benevolence and righteousness."

Yi Chen nodded his head and said, "Master, don't worry. I will take good care of my fellow apprentices, win people over with virtue, and practice benevolence and righteousness."

"good!"

The white-haired Taoist on the bed also smiled with relief when he saw this, and then said with difficulty: "For...for my teacher...I only have two wishes before I die."

"One... one is to enhance the reputation of our Hidden Dragon Temple, so that the people will no longer be harmed by... by demons and ghosts."

"The second one is in the relics I left for you. After I die, you can check it yourself."

"I won't force you to do these two things. If you can do them, do them. If you can't, save your life first. If necessary, you can abandon this Taoist temple. You and your fellow apprentices can just be ordinary people."

"It's just... it's a pity that none of you four brothers can awaken your 'spirituality' and cultivate my pure yang power to slay demons and monsters!"

The white-haired Taoist priest forced himself to finish the last sentence, then tilted his head and closed his eyes.

"Master, why did you leave?" Yi Chen couldn't help but burst into tears after seeing this scene. He hugged his master's body tightly in his arms. The four brothers cried together.

“Cough….cough cough”

"Rebel... traitor, you are holding me so tightly, are you going to betray your master and ancestors? I am just taking a rest."

"You...you are howling. There will be plenty of time to howl later."

The white-haired Taoist in Yi Chen's arms opened his eyes again, his face suddenly turned rosy, and he actually straightened up. Red air began to flow out from his seven orifices and finally dissipated into the air.

Yi Chen knew that this time, his master's time had really come. Even the pure yang magic power that he had cultivated so hard in his body could not be locked up. Tears as big as beans burst out of his eyes.

The white-haired Taoist smiled and touched Yi Chen's cheek, then touched Qing Yunzi and Qing Feng Ming Yue's faces one by one, and said to everyone kindly: "Fool, no one is immortal."

“All good things must come to an end.”

"After I die, just burn my body. There is no need to make a big fuss. I, Bai Yunzi, came with a clean record and will leave with a clean record. I have lived a life without regrets."

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, Qingyunzi, you...you must remember to listen to the words of the senior brother."

"What a pity, you...you all...have no 'spirituality'."

"Otherwise, you will be able to ensure peace in this area and truly pass on my legacy."

"Remember... remember, just do good things and don't worry about the future."

“Spirituality…spirituality.”

At this moment, a yellow leaf quietly fell from the jujube tree in the front yard.

The white-haired Taoist touched Yi Chen's cheek again, smiled, and died while sitting upright on the bed.

(End of this chapter)