Chapter 387: One word demotes people, one word promotes people, returns, truly famous all over the world! Ji Zi advances to the next level.

Yi Chen walks in front, turns back and shows a kind smile to the skinny old man 'helplessly'.

Despite Yi Chen's obstruction, the shock of the war also collapsed some houses in the small city of Qingyan City.

However, the number of such unlucky people is very small. Most of them are injured or killed because they are squeezed together when escaping and eventually trampled.

"Don't cry, little girl. I'm here. Your parents' broken legs will be fixed immediately. With my care, they will be even stronger."

Yi Chen's big hand flew over the broken leg of a yellow-faced man, and the man's legs, whose tibia was twisted into a strange arc, slowly recovered.

"Hey, it really doesn't hurt anymore, the Taoist priest is really amazing."

The yellow-faced man stamped his feet, and his originally desperate eyes suddenly showed the joy of being reborn. He could not imagine his miserable life after becoming disabled as the pillar of the family.

If he had not married, it would make no difference to Huang Laoer whether he ate brown rice or beef, good or bad, but now he was married, had a wife and daughter... everything was different.

Bang! Huang Lao Er, a man with a golden knee and a stubborn life, who was a well-known troublemaker in Qingyan City, knelt heavily in front of the Taoist priest. Kneeling beside him were a pretty woman in a thorny hairpin and a cloth skirt and her little girl.

"The Taoist priest saved my Huang Laoer's legs, which means he saved the lives of my entire family. We all kowtow to the Taoist priest."

"Please leave your name, Taoist priest, so that we can set up a longevity tablet for you and offer incense to you to express our gratitude forever."

"That's not necessary. My master, Bai Yunzi of Yinlong Temple, has always taught me to do good deeds without worrying about the future. That's why I, Yichengzi, never leave my name behind when doing good deeds."

"Meow, give this warrior fifty taels of silver and fix up the collapsed house. Then we can continue on our way."

Miaozi opened his mouth and spit out two ingots of silver, which were immediately placed into the little girl's hands. When Huang Laoer wanted to refuse, Yi Chen and his group had already walked away.

"Yinlong Temple, the predecessor is Bai Yunzi, the Taoist name is Yichengzi." Huang Laoer couldn't catch up with him, muttering to himself, and hurriedly wrote down the words that Yi Chen had accidentally revealed before.

After treating dozens of injured civilians, Yi Chen's eyes suddenly focused amid a chorus of praises.

I saw an old scholar leaning against the wall at the corner of the street, falling into a deep coma.

Heishanzi raised his eyebrows, and immediately a chubby fat man in brocade clothes came over.

"Your Excellency, this man is an old scholar from Qingyan City, named Fan Jin. Unfortunately, he failed in the examinations many times, and his family business fell into ruin because of his idleness."

"But this man is a filial son."

After the fat man in brocade clothes finished speaking, Heishanzi interrupted at the right time and said, "Sir, is there any problem with this old scholar?"

"It's quite interesting. This person is actually a rare martial arts genius. What a pity." Yi Chen shook his head with some regret. He suddenly felt that there are many good horses but few good horse trainers.

He stroked the old scholar's head with his big hand in mid-air.

“Mother… Mother… run…” The old scholar suddenly woke up, as if he had had a very long dream. When he woke up, the figure of a Taoist priest with an extremely strong stature came into his sight.

"Why don't you practice martial arts?"

“Ah…ah?”

"The master is asking you a question, old man Fan, why don't you answer quickly?" The fat man in brocade clothes jumped out immediately and said unhappily, and then Heishanzi waved his hand to signal him to retreat.

"Reply... Reply to the Lord, when I was young, my family was well off. When my father gave me a gift for the first week of my life, he gave me a scroll of the Book of Songs and a wooden sword. I chose the Book of Songs, but unfortunately I failed the exams many times."

"I see. What a pity."

“Knowledge really changes destiny.”

"By the way, which Jin is the character in your name?"

"My Lord, it's the Jin that means promotion. My father chose it for me when he was alive. He originally wanted me to pass the imperial examination and get promoted. Unfortunately, Fan Jin is incompetent and has failed many times."

"You can't stop thinking about your mother when you wake up. You are a filial son. I will give you a suggestion for free. Change the word 'jin' to 'jin', and maybe you can pass the exam."

"How can you pass the exam without making progress?"

Yi Chen gave a kind word of advice and then continued walking into the distance, leaving the old scholar alone muttering to himself: "Fan Jin, Fan Jin, the Taoist has truly cultivated the Tao, and his advice must make sense. From today on, I am Fan Jin!"

After rescuing a dozen people, Yi Chen came to a street corner several dozen meters away from a collapsed mansion and stood still.

In front of the collapsed mansion, there was a little boy with blond hair grinning, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Heishanzi walked up to him and asked, "Little guy, why are you laughing?"

"No, I'm sad. I'm not laughing."

"The private school collapsed, and our homework is buried underground and can't be dug out. I'm so sad, haha."

"When I think about how long it will take to rebuild the private school after it collapses so that I can continue my studies, I am really... really sad... hahahaha."

The child's mouth curled up with sadness, but he didn't know that darkness had come quietly.

"Heishanzi, no matter how poor we are, we must not be poor in education. I hope you can send monks to dig out all the children's homework today and build a bigger private school on the spot. Make sure these children can sit in the bright courtyard to study in the afternoon."

"I will donate another 1,000 taels to buy more books for the children. I will make sure they read more and do more homework."

Taoist Master Yi was very concerned about education, and immediately gave orders to Heishanzi after hearing the words.

Heishanzi: “…”

Zuo Qianfu: “….”

Miaozi: "Dad, you are so virtuous!"

…. ….In the afternoon, the sun shines brightly, filling the entire private school.

In the sunlight, the rising dust is clearly visible.

A smile will not disappear, it will only shift. Looking at a series of young children walking into the private school with gloomy faces, Master Yi finally showed a bright smile on his face.

"Heishanzi, now that the matter here is over, I will return to Hailong City."

"My fellow Taoists, we'll see you someday!"

Facing the skylight, Yi Chen paused on one foot and soared into the sky.

Heishanzi led all the cultivators in bowing in unison, and only stood up when Yi Chen's figure could no longer be seen in the sky.

"City Lord, Taoist Yi is gone. Shall we go back to Qianyou City now?" a black-armored monk asked tentatively.

"No, we still have one important thing to do. Go and call the teacher from Qingyan City to come to me and have him wait for me outside Fan Jin's house."

….In the afternoon, the exhausted Fan Jin woke up from his broken bed covered with dry straw and was immediately shocked.

What comes into view are countless kind smiling faces, and the owners of these smiling faces are all dressed in silk and satin.

The crowd surrounded him, asking about his well-being, and even the landlords and gentry came to inquire about his difficulties in a friendly manner.

“Ahem.”

A cough was heard and everyone separated immediately. It turned out to be the teacher from Qingyan City who came to visit.

Outside the shabby thatched hut, Heishanzi, who saw this scene, nodded with satisfaction and immediately led his confidants to leave.

"Sir, what's the big deal? Isn't it just a poor old scholar? He can't even carry it on his shoulders or lift it with his hands." The black-armored monk immediately asked in confusion.

"Xiao Yang, your father and I are old friends, so I'm giving you some advice."

"This matter is not only not insignificant, but extremely important."

"Master Yi is such a great man that he personally changed this person's name and said that he might be able to pass the imperial examination. Tell me, can you let Master Yi's words fall to the ground? You are just throwing Master Yi's face on the ground and stepping on him."

"I have just sent someone to investigate. This person is indeed talented. Although his achievements in the examination are not impressive, his policy papers are quite good. At first glance, they are nonsense, but after careful scrutiny, I feel that every word is a pearl of wisdom. It is the most excellent article in the world."

"Since Taoist Master Yi has appointed a general, then we in Qianyou City will recruit talents regardless of their background."

"In the future, when people from Qianyou City go to pay homage to Taoist Master Yi, they can also regard this as a good thing and keep this bit of incense and affection. If there is any disaster in the future and Taoist Master Yi is asked to help, we will have an excuse as a stepping stone."

"The investment is small but the profit is huge. This kind of thing is a huge profit."

"Besides, it would be great if this matter could be brought up at the dinner table between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Master Yi and become a topic of conversation."

Heishanzi was in high spirits at this moment, the dry wrinkles on his face relaxed slightly, and his eyes flashed with the wisdom of an old horse who knew the way.

"Remember, Xiao Yang, we must do things in a legitimate way!"

"Things need to be done, the superiors need to be contacted, and the people below need to get a few benefits, and the rest is theirs."

"What do you think hiring means? Choosing the best and most suitable one? You are wrong!"

"It's about choosing the right person from the people you know, and choosing the person you know from the right people, not choosing the best one from the candidates. You should think carefully about these three things."

"Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish. I think it would be fine to promote Fan Jin. Let him be a counselor first to gain experience and then we can discuss it when he is really capable."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Upon hearing this, the black-armored monk could not help but prostrate himself in admiration, and said to Heishanzi respectfully:

"Uncle's wisdom is like the sea, he is the immortal pine tree of our Great Qin, no wonder he caught the eye of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Yang Xiu realized that even if we think about ourselves 70% of the time when doing things, we must also think about others 30%. Otherwise, we will be like the snow in spring, which will not last long and will disappear as soon as the sun rises."

"That's right. When doing things, even if you think about yourself 70% of the time, you must also think about others 30%. This sentence fully describes the ups and downs of my life. Yang Xiu, you are truly the Yang family's Qilin. Your future achievements are limitless!" Upon hearing this, Heishanzi's face showed admiration. The cultivators cast spells and flew away immediately.

Yi Chen didn't know that the joke he made because Fan Jin had the same name as the ancient man in his previous life actually changed the old scholar's life.

A noble person is naturally the one who speaks the law of heaven. A single word can demote people to the dust, and a single word can promote people to the top of the world.

And he, Master Yi, has become a truly valuable figure in the Qin Dynasty. Even the Crown Prince Jing of the Qin Dynasty has to treat him with courtesy and take care of every hair of his body.

Leek Leader had never been truly wealthy in his previous life, and he didn’t know that with his current status, even a joke would be interpreted layer by layer and magnified infinitely.

Inside the room, the old scholar had taken off his belt and replaced it with silk and satin, which he tied tightly around his neck to prevent himself from accidentally speaking. A casual remark of his that no one had paid attention to before could also draw cheers from the crowd.

Nothing in life is like this.

"Master Yi, your calculations are so accurate!" At night, the old scholar, who had been busy all day, sighed at the moon! .... .... On Yi Chen's way back to Hailong City, a piece of news that was not sure whether it was true or not began to spread all over Dongzhou and Zhongzhou.

According to unreliable gossip, four monks from the Da Guangming Mountain and Kutuo Temple were sent to ambush Yichengzi of Yinlong Temple, resulting in two deaths and two serious injuries.

Because the news was too outrageous, it was refuted by many cultivators in Central China.

Some practitioners who are on good terms with Buddhism could not stand such rumors and went to Mount Daguangming and Kutuo Temple to verify the rumors, hoping that Buddhist monks would come out to dispel them.

However, it was of no use. The monks who came down the mountain kept their mouths shut and did not say a word when asked.

Many people could no longer sit still, and rumors began to spread, with all kinds of versions circulating.

Later, an informed person reported that he had seen the Shura monk from Kutuo Temple flying away, holding his buttocks with a look of extreme pain. It was unknown what kind of torture he had suffered that even a master of such accomplishment could not help but control his expression.

Thanks to a Taoist priest who did not want to reveal his name and who vigorously promoted hook literature, there was a rumor that the Shura monk was handsome and had escaped because he was humble and was bullied.

The world is like a huge boomerang, and in the end it takes revenge on everyone equally.

Of course, this idea was extinguished by two extremely powerful mysterious forces as soon as it emerged.

"Ahhh! Yichengzi, I will kill you!"

"Ah, Uncle Master, be gentle."

The Shura monk's narrow and long phoenix eyes were filled with tears at this moment.

So vicious.

How could there be such a vicious magical power in the world?

"Shura monk, bear with it."

In the clean Zen room, a huge word "medicine" is particularly eye-catching.

Medicine Bodhisattva looked at the hook that was missing a large piece, and despite his years of hard practice, he couldn't help feeling a chill.

This, this, this, this... what a vicious spell.

After trying seventy-two treatment methods, even with the cultivation level of Medicine Buddha, beads of sweat could not help but seep out of his forehead.

So vicious.

How could there be such a vicious magical power in the world?

"Uncle-master, is there still a cure?" The Shura monk had a distorted look on his face.

“With your level of cultivation and the immense Buddha power, I am sure you will be able to eliminate the strange power that is tormenting you. Then you won’t be in so much pain.” The answer from Medicine Buddha was very intelligent.

“Uncle Master…”

"Hey, idiot, that Yichengzi has indeed broken through the limit, and the path he has mastered is even more powerful, and he has already had some prototypes of the root power."

"Unless you are at the same level as him, you may be able to rely on your own cultivation and a lot of time to slowly recover and find your true self."

"Now, my uncle can do nothing to help you. This magical power can actually wipe out everything about you from the root. If your body doesn't feel any damage, it has always been like this, without any damage, then how can you talk about recovery?"

The faint voice of Medicine Buddha was heard, and the Asura monk said nothing more. Only his white knuckles proved his mood at the moment.

"Shura Monk, it's not as bad as you think. At most, you can just consume the Buddha's essence as quickly as possible when eating and drinking spiritual fruits, spiritual pills, and spiritual wine. It's not a big deal."

"Uncle, please stop talking for now. I want to be alone."

With a creak, the door slowly closed.

Not long after, a strange piece of news began to circulate among the top monks.

"You must be careful of Yi Chengzi's True Yang Divine Ability of the Catastrophic Disaster. It is extremely vicious! He is not worthy of being a human being!"

However, this news was not as widely circulated as the previous rumors, but the shock it caused to high-level monks was even more profound.

Chun Yang, who frightens the world, has a terrible reputation and is even feared by ghosts.

Yi Chen naturally knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world. He was looking at Ji Zi, who had just swallowed four top Buddhist treasures and fell into a deep sleep:

"Go to sleep when you are full, Jizi. I hope you won't disappoint me next time you wake up."

"With so many good things to feed you, you have to stand up!"

There was no response from the halberd, as if it was oblivious to everything in the outside world. Unbeknownst to everyone, a thin layer of "colorful cocoon" slowly crawled onto the holy halberd.

The cocoon layer is getting thicker and thicker . "Forget it." After putting away the halberd, Yi Chen held a dogtail grass in his mouth and lay down on the seat in the carriage. The leopard immediately pulled the carriage and started running wildly.

At this moment, Pipi Leopard is no longer a fool. It has gained experience in pulling carts. It can cross mountains and rivers as if it were flat ground, and its chassis is very well tuned.

The two spirit beasts of Taoist Priest Yi have now found their own paths, each with its own characteristics and strengths.

(End of this chapter)