"What's your problem? A pilgrim asks you how to deal with an evil spirit? Just give him a few talismans! How can there be so many ghosts? Ghosts don't exist. And you guys, stop chattering! I'm talking about you, that snake! And Xiao Liuzi! Are you two going to perform the Legend of the Green Snake?"
"To get back to the point, when a person dies, they become a corpse. When the corpse decomposes, it becomes fertilizer and returns to the soil. This self-reinforcing cycle is also a form of Taoism. There are so-called thousands of Taoisms... Why are you so obsessed with ghosts? Didn't your Second Senior Brother teach you? Most of those people have guilty consciences, have done something wrong, or have been frightened, so they become suspicious. They come here to seek peace of mind, don't you understand? Just sell them some peace talismans. You can talk to Zhao Yichen about this business issue later."
Jiang Muqi felt that his uncle's lessons were very interesting, unlike his master's previous lessons, which were obscure and difficult to understand, making people want to sleep.
Li Buyan listened attentively, showing a thoughtful look from time to time.
The days passed like this, except that Fang Zhiyi now found it easier to go out and eliminate monsters. In the past, he had to bring three nephews with him, but now he would take more than ten disciples and several monsters with him when he went out, with a pomp and ceremony comparable to that of a cult leader going out.
Under the whipping of Taoist magic and demon magic, those monsters didn't even have the thought of resisting. When they heard that they would be provided with food and accommodation and could attend classes, they wanted to kneel down immediately on the altar of justice. There were also some who refused to obey, and those who refused were beaten to death.
As a result, the area within a hundred kilometers around the Qiyun Temple became extremely quiet, because every time there was an action by Fang Zhiyi, the scene was very grand, so all the people knew that it was the Taoist priest of the Qiyun Temple who subdued the evil spirits, and they were full of respect for the Qiyun Temple in their hearts.
The popularity of the Yun Temple became more and more prosperous, and the disciples in the temple also became accustomed to the fear of those monsters. Although pilgrims were still prohibited from entering the backyard, the disciples could enter and leave at any time. Fang Zhiyi said that the monsters could accompany them for practice, and it was also because he didn't want to go through the trouble of making paper figurines to practice with him.
Li Buyan and others thought that this should be the reason why their master was called an evil cultivator. How could the righteous cultivators turn a blind eye to living and practicing with demons?
Perhaps out of jealousy or perhaps out of his own setting, his peers would come to his house every now and then, but they almost never got any advantage, and Fang Zhiyi was a little annoyed by them.
So after sending away a few monks, he said he wanted to go out for a wandering trip again. This time he brought Li Buyan and dozens of disciples from the Qiyun Temple with him. When they passed by, those who saw the flag of the Qiyun Temple from afar said that some evil spirit from somewhere was going to be in trouble. No one knew that it was his fellow disciples from the Qiyun Temple who were about to be in trouble.
Li Buyan followed his uncle's instructions and delivered visiting cards, smashed the mountain gate, and beat people.
There is nothing wrong with the flow, but the interval is too short.
Before the young disciple with the visiting card could run to his master, the door behind him broke. This gave Fang Zhiyi a headache, but fortunately the result was good.
There were not many monks of this generation, so when dozens of people from the Qiyun Temple broke in, they could not organize any effective resistance. Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi was more reasonable. He just said that this time he came to exchange ideas to promote friendship among fellow practitioners, regardless of whether the other party was willing or not. The other party had no choice but to send disciples to exchange ideas.
However, the outstanding disciple who was sent out was still muttering to himself when he saw Li Buyan on the opposite side rubbing his hands with thunder, and his fighting spirit instantly disappeared.
Letting himself fight that thing? He even used his ultimate as a stun attack!
"We monks come out to win people over with virtue." Fang Zhiyi said this to them. If he hadn't always carried a wooden stick with the word "virtue" engraved on it, they would have believed it. In the end, all the sects that had been "visited" signed a peace contract with the Yunyun Temple.
Within two days, almost all cultivators in the Great Wilderness knew the name of the Qiyun Monastery. Many even knew that the cultivators there were evil cultivators, but no one dared to say anything. Why? If you dared to call someone an evil cultivator one day, the next day they would take the original contract and go on the streets to tell people about your betrayal and how you were beaten. They completely believed that the man surnamed Fang was capable of such a thing, so for the sake of their reputation, they just endured it.
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