The old man tried to struggle to stand up, as if he wanted to bow down to the young man in front of him, but he was supported by the people around him.

I don't know where the strength comes from.

Pulling the young Taoist priest by the hand, he told him the general situation in a disjointed manner, his voice choked with sorrow, anger and discomfort.

He had been bedridden for many days, but he struggled so hard for several days that he could not be restrained.

The old man felt that he had to apologize to the old man with the broken leg, no matter how uncomfortable or painful it was.

What should be done must be done. The old man has followed simple principles all his life. He believes that if one does something wrong, one must apologize, and the dead should be buried in peace. The old monster is gone. He did not have a good relationship with the people in the village, but he was buried in the village, so he should be looked after by his fellow villagers.

Even after death, their graves were dug up and their coffins were lifted up, so they could not rest in peace.

How could he still have the nerve to see this child?

Without caring about himself, he stood up and bowed deeply. The young Taoist held the old man with his hand and found that he was using a lot of force. Just a movement of Qi Wuhuo's Yuan Qi caused the old man's Yuan Jing to disperse, and his life treasure could not be condensed, so he could not exert any force. The whole person returned to a peaceful and flat position, but tears kept flowing from his eyes, which were a sign of apology, grief, anger and unwillingness.

The young Taoist said softly, "Heal the wound first."

His soul could tell with just a glance.

There were no injuries on the old man's body. He was thrown to the ground by someone, and it looked like he had fallen down on his own.

In this case, even if you report it to the police, it can easily become a murder case if the other party refuses to admit it and says that the village chief fell and injured himself.

Is a veteran.

There is also a trick to the energy splashed on the ground by the opponent's attack. The old man's bones were broken, especially the spine, which made him unable to move. The most feared thing for an old man of this age is lying down. After a long time, bedsores will be developed, and coupled with the dissipation of his energy, perhaps a person who was originally in good spirits, will die after a fall and lying down for a while.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old man's waist.

The innate Qi changes and flows.

The old man was stunned, his eyes widened as if he felt the changes and differences in his body.

Qi Wuhuo raised his hand and said gently, "Give it a try."

There was a middle-aged man next to him who looked somewhat similar to the old village chief. He became anxious and was about to yell, but was stopped by his father.

The old headman tried to get up with force in confusion, and then he stood up miraculously. He tried again and found that he could get out of bed and even walk without any hindrance. He just lay down for a few days, so he lacked some strength and felt a little dizzy. Apart from that, he seemed to have returned to his original state, or rather, seemed to be in better shape than before.

The crowd was shocked.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief.

Then he looked at the young Taoist priest with a gentle look on his face and a bamboo basket on his back.

I was speechless for a moment, surprised and wanting to move closer, but staying where I was out of awe.

The great monk spoke, praising:

"Master, good trick."

Taoist priest?

Everyone knows that ordinary monks are simply called Taoists or Taoist priests. They often say that they met a Taoist priest today and heard that Taoist priest talk about some things in the mountains. But it is different for a Taoist priest. He is someone who can find a mountain or a city, open a Taoist temple, accept disciples, and pass on the Dharma. However, when they saw the young man in front of them, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and was a figure like the temple master, they were all shocked.

However, he is so young and was called a Taoist priest by the master chef.

Some mysterious skills.

It seems to be normal.

People didn't know how serious the old man's illness was or how difficult it was to treat. So they naturally accepted the Taoist priest's identity. So Qi Wuhuo and the monk helped prepare medicine. The middle-aged man next to him was very grateful for his help, but he was a little embarrassed because he had seen such a method.

The monk simply asked him to go and take care of his father and he didn't have to stay here.

The latter thanked him several times before leaving.

The great monk retracted his gaze, looked at the medicine furnace, and said, "The purest innate Qi of Taoism is indeed powerful."

"For an injury like that, I can only slowly nurse it back to health, but I don't have the skills that the Taoist has."

The innate qi is the product of the Taoist practice of going against the three and returning to two.

Therefore, in theory, as long as the foundation is solid and the innate Qi is pure enough, one can change with the flow of one's own Qi.

To create the Tao and give rise to all things, using the method of two giving rise to three.

It can make dead trees come back to life in spring, reconnect broken bones, and perform all kinds of incredible supernatural powers.

All of this is done in just a moment of thought. Many other methods of controlling the wind, sword energy, and turning ice into frost are only classified as [Killing External Demons].

It is just a method to protect the Tao.

It is a branch that practitioners must pay attention to, but it is far from the only one.

True Taoists, who have reached the level of innate Qi, if they do not open Taoist temples and pass on their teachings, will mostly wander among the worldly people, leaving behind various legends. Some say that planting beans and growing vines can reach the sky, and some say beheading people and swallowing the knife to watch the world with a smile. Most of them are at this level, the so-called extraordinary people, who have their own means.

The Buddhist methods, on the other hand, are more inclined to purify the soul and subdue the inner and outer demons.

Those who practice the Vajra Dharma, the Bodhisattva Dharma, and the Arhat Dharma each have their own characteristics.

If a big demon follows its instincts and breathes in the light of the sun and the moon, it can use its force to dominate, which is different from the Taoist innate qi.

The monk boiled the medicine and asked the old headman to drink it. He left some instructions and took the middle-aged man aside. He told him in a gentle tone how the old man should take care of his body, how to take the medicine, and what taboos there are in his diet and daily life. The young Taoist helped the old man to take care of his body, and the old man briefly recounted what happened that day.

After hesitating for a moment, he still asked, "Master, are you going to look for the person who did these things?"

"Master, you may think that what I say is unpleasant to the ear."

"But you are a person from the outside world. You should be traveling around and practicing as a deity. You don't need to offend those people because of this matter. It's really not necessary... Besides, I believe that there are still laws and justice in this world. The saints today are wise and capable, and they are much better than the previous deposed prince."

"I won't give up on this matter. We will definitely find justice!"

The old village chief has been doing things according to the rules all his life, so he believes in justice and the law, and there is persistence in his eyes.

How can there be no fairness and law in this world?

How can there be no justice?

He believes this.

The young Taoist paused and replied gently, "Well, there is justice."

When he stood up to say goodbye and left with the medicine basket on his back, the monks saw him off. The gray-robed monk watched the young Taoist go away, then came back to his senses and took care of the patients. Qi Wuhuo looked very calm. He did not break the old man's hope and just walked into the world. Only the little peacock seemed to sense the young Taoist's emotional fluctuations and asked with his spirit:

"Aqi, what's wrong?"

"You look like you can't eat."

The young Taoist priest seemed to be answering, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "Wearing black clothes, holding a sword, and having such means."

"He is one of the secret guards of the imperial court."

"It should be the Hidden Dragon Guards under the command of the Crown Prince of the East Palace."

"All the commanders are eunuchs who grew up with the prince."

Old head of the village, you want justice.

In their hands.

The little peacock was dizzy after hearing this: "Qianlong Guard, Imperial Court?"

"Um."

The young Taoist replied, "It is a hexagram of a hidden dragon in the abyss. It means that it can lie dormant like a hidden dragon, accumulating strength and waiting for the right time to soar into the sky, making a loud noise that shakes the whole world."

The little peacock was making a noise, and the young Taoist picked it up with his palm and let it stand on his shoulder.

Found a more comfortable place.

Narrowed his eyes.

The young Taoist felt that the wind was blowing and the black hair on his temples was blowing back and forth, which was very interesting. The little peacock responded while pecking at the young Taoist's black hair.

“Oh…I see.”

"So, Aqi."

The little peacock said seriously:

"Can I eat this thing called Qianlongwei?"

The young Taoist laughed and said gently: "Qianlongwei is an organization, not food. As for what they are..." Qi Wuhuo shook his head, holding a jar of wine in his hand. The old headman had said before that he once had an argument with the old soldier. Qi Wuhuo said that the old soldier only drank muddy wine. The old soldier said that he had never drunk any good wine.

So the old village chief once asked his son to buy some good wine in Zhongzhou City and bring it back.

At that time, I exchanged it for a jar of wine from the old captain.

The old village chief originally seemed to be planning to make an exchange and secretly scare the old soldier, but he failed to achieve his wish. In the end, he poured the good wine into the grave, which fulfilled his wish.

This is the wine jar that the captain with a broken leg used to store the turbid wine.

Just now Qi Wuhuo asked the son of the old village chief to fetch it. The young Taoist found a place with water and let the water flow in the wine jar. Then he moved his fingers slightly, and the water boiled up and went straight into his mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling the medicinal properties hidden in the wine, and then tapped his throat lightly with his fingers. The young Taoist opened his mouth slightly to the side, and the water flowed out, and scattered again to the ground.

The young Taoist wiped the corner of his mouth:

"Poisoned."

"If Qianlongwei appears here...my guess is indeed correct."

"Now the thief is not at ease, so he wants to finish it off."

"...He drank poisonous wine for seven years."

The young Taoist was stunned and didn't say anything.

"So the flesh and blood that were able to fight against the demons in the past have now become extremely weak and decayed."

Did he know that the wine he drank was poisoned?

I don’t know, it would be so sad to die like this.

But if he knew it was poisoned, he would still drink it cup by cup.

But I feel even more sad.

The young Taoist closed his eyes. He thought that if that person was in front of him, he would draw his sword and kill him. However, the world was so big that he could not find anyone even though he wanted to kill him. His sword was useless, so he could only whistle in the sheath. After a long silence, he threw the wine jar in the place that was responsible for cleaning the city. The little peacock seemed very sensitive. Even its down slightly exploded. The whole bird seemed to be swollen. He said:

"Aqi, Aqi, are you going to get rid of that prince?"

"Don't ask about things like this, little guy."

The young Taoist's voice was still gentle, and his soul was recalling his experience of the Yellow Millet Dream.

Prince?

The current prince is not the same person who will take over the throne later.

The emperor who reigns today, the Great Saint, Merciful, Benevolent, and Filial Emperor, seems to be aware that there are many problems with his ascension to the throne, which was not so upright and had caused dissatisfaction among some old officials in the court, and he also left many unfinished business. The crown prince, whose maternal and wife's families are both from the Five Surnames and Seven Clans, is the knife he uses to balance the aristocratic families and wipe out the dirty ends.

Cut off the aristocratic families and force out the talented people.

Under the euphemism of training the prince, he was actually using the prince as a knife to accomplish what he wanted to do.

Finally, push the prince out to appease the anger of the aristocratic families.

Made a deal.

The crown prince was deposed and the youngest son's son, that is, the emperor's grandson, was made emperor.

It not only wiped out his own mistakes, but also weakened the aristocratic families and made the imperial power highly centralized.

Oh, yes.

Finally, he left behind Master Wuhuo, who was capable of calming the situation, for his good grandson, whose reputation was not yet good enough.

This way everything was within his calculations.

It eliminated the weakening of the national strength, the blood of millions of miserable people, and the border was no longer attacked by the evil country.

The emperor is skillful and intelligent.

But he never looked down at the people.

The young Taoist casually used the branch soaked in the water of the Milky Way that he wore around his waist to lightly trace on the ground. It is not that the Qianlong Guard cannot leave the prince and act independently, but since there is a ceremonial guard, it is obvious that the prince is also nearby. The surrounding officials did not receive him in a grand manner, so it is impossible that the prince is touring the world on behalf of the Human Emperor and it is a private visit.

Now it’s almost the New Year.

Year 5…

The young Taoist lowered his eyes.

This human emperor, this saint, is going to change the reign title.

The reign title was Shengde.

This prince must have finished his tour and came here to look for treasures to present to his father in public at the gathering at the beginning of the year. In addition, the former prince's son, the prince, is also here, which is also the reason that attracted the prince here.

Although no one knew why the prince escaped from the capital, the emperor and the prince were unwilling to see him outside.

It seems that in the eyes of the prince and the emperor, the affairs of that captain are not worth thinking about.

The young Taoist had already made up his mind and put the branch back on one side of his waist.

The little peacock was puzzled: "Aqi Aqi, where are you going?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Mingzhen Dao League."

"oh."

The little peacock was puzzled and asked again: "Aqi Aqi, justice and the law, are they delicious?"

"No, but for the old village head and others, it is as important as eating and drinking."

"Oh, that's a big deal."

The little peacock immediately understood the importance of the matter and was filled with awe.

Then he said a little worriedly:

"Then can the old man just now eat his fill? I mean, can he get the justice he wants?"

The boy replied: "... probably not."

The little peacock felt very pitiful: "Well, that's not very pitiful. If I have nothing to eat, I am also pitiful. If people have no justice, it's just like little Aqi who has nothing to eat."

"Where is the justice then?"

The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied, "It's in the human heart."

“If the human heart cannot ask for it.”

"Then it's on the edge of the sword."

The little peacock tilted his head and said:

"What about yours, Aqi?"

"Are you seeking the king's law, too?"

The young Taoist replied: "I am a monk."

"Ah, so what?"

The boy's voice was gentle:

"So, there is no law or order."

"Ha, affectionate and righteous, lawless, murderous, who is looking for fun again? Let me see..."

The young Taoist's soul suddenly noticed a joke, and his self-spirit suddenly reminded him. He subconsciously looked up, but happened to see a lazy man in gray. The man in gray was laughing, holding a pot of wine in one hand, and with the words just now, his appearance like this, in the eyes of others, also had the demeanor of a master playing in the world of mortals.

So he tilted his head back to drink, with the demeanor of a gentleman, and turned his gaze towards me.

I saw a young Taoist carrying a bamboo basket.

Looking at himself quietly.

He looked at the Taoist boy's shoulder again. It looked like a peacock, but when he closed his eyes, its aura was like that of a nine-headed lion.

Then the smile on the face of the fortune teller, who was previously relaxed and at ease, froze.

The body suddenly stiffened.

He looked at the young Taoist, and then at the strange peacock.

Blurt out a sentence.

grass!!!!