White Lotus Branch.
This place was located in the mountains. The mountains were clear and the water was beautiful. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.
In the branch, a black-robed Daoist sat cross-legged with an expressionless face.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and a token on his waist shattered.
"Who dares to touch my White Lotus Society's messenger!”
The black-robed Daoist's eyes revealed a cold light. A large amount of black light mixed with red light swam around his body.
These red lights were all ferocious and terrifying vengeful souls.
"Daoist Rich Wealth, go and investigate who it is! Kill them without mercy!"
"Understood!"
A response rang out in the darkness.
The red light disappeared.
The black-robed Daoist closed his eyes again and began to meditate.
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Ditai County.
The red sun was setting in the west, and the sky was still a little red. It was about to completely disappear, and the sky was dark.
He Manor.
The place was brightly lit, decorated with lanterns and streamers, and a grand banquet was held.
Minister He invited Chen Fan to stay and thanked him for saving his life.
They couldn't repay Chen Fan's kindness.
"Thank you, Immortal Master Chen, for saving my life." The young master of the He family, He Xuan, knelt down in front of Chen Fan.
He sincerely kowtowed, his gratitude overflowing with words.
The others were respectful.
"Immortal Master Chen, let me toast you first!”
Minister He raised his glass.
Chen Fan's wine gourds collided with each other.
Drinking wine, drinking for more than half a day.
"Immortal Master Chen, let me toast you as well!”
"Immortal Master Chen, does Mao Mountain still accept disciples?”
“…………”
Everyone rushed to toast Chen Fan and asked him some questions.
Chen Fan answered.
It was said that when Mao Mountain accepted disciples, one had to look at one's root bone and also one's Dao fate.
Many people looked disappointed.
It seemed that cultivation was not that easy.
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The next day.
The sky had just brightened.
There was a person sitting on the balcony, calmly meditating, breathing purple qi.
As the saying goes, a day's plan begins in the morning.
The spiritual energy in the morning was the densest in the day, especially the purple qi.
Some guards and maids had just come out when they saw the figure of the black track on the stage.
The strange Dao runes circulated, and dense purple qi floated around him.
A gentle breeze blew against his robes, and the wine gourd at his waist swayed slightly in the wind. Although he reeked of alcohol, everyone looked more like a Wine Sword Immortal.
"He's really like an immortal!"
"It would be great if I had the aptitude to cultivate Dao. I'll squeeze my head out to enter!”
"If I have such great ability one day, where can I not go in the world?”
“…………”
The maids and guards were envious.
At this moment, a man with a resolute face and wearing exquisite and luxurious robes appeared behind them.
It was Minister He.
The crisis in the He Residence had been resolved, and his mood was much better.
He raised his head and looked at the figure sitting there breathing purple qi. He sighed in his heart."Immortal Master Chen, you're really a Taoist master.”
"Phew!"
Chen Fan let out a breath and jumped down from the balcony.
The surrounding guards and maids hurriedly bowed.
Minister He was the same.
"Minister He, I have been here for a few days and should leave.”
Chen Fan said.
"Immortal Master, I can't repay your kindness. I've already prepared tens of thousands of wealth. Perhaps Immortal Master can use it.”
Minister He winked.
Dozens of boxes of gold were placed in the surrounding courtyard. Once they were opened, the bright golden light was almost blinding.
The surrounding maids had never seen so much money before. They stared at the wealth.
This money was enough for them to live for dozens of lifetimes. They did not have to worry about food and drink, and they could live extremely carefree.
Chen Fan looked at the gold and smiled.""These are all worldly possessions. It's useless for This Penniless Priest to keep so much with me. Why don't I use this wealth to relieve the disaster victims?”
"If you have the heart, you can go to Mao Mountain and offer a few incense sticks!”
The surrounding people were filled with respect.
So much wealth, and he just said he didn't want it?
Was this an immortal master?
"Immortal Master is righteous!" Minister He felt admiration for him.
…………
At noon, the sky was clear and the air was bright.
Chen Fan and Minister He stood on the city wall of Ditai County and looked at the thousands of refugees lining up from all directions.
In Ditai County, more than ten porridge stalls had been opened, and there was sufficient food.
"I heard that the person who distributed the grain this time is Minister He, the great benefactor!”
"No, according to the news I received, Immortal Master Chen came to the He family and respectfully called him the Wine Sword Immortal.”
"I heard that too. I think he's called Immortal Master Chen. One look and you can tell that he's an expert and kind-hearted!”
“…………”
They were discussing animatedly inside. Their accents were messy, and their faces revealed grateful expressions.
Moreover, they looked very happy now.
To them, being able to eat their fill every day was the best thing.
On the city wall, a drunk young man in a black and white robe gulped down a mouthful of wine and exhaled the smell of alcohol.
Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh.”
While he was lamenting, the disaster victims under the city wall took a tattered black bowl and went forward to get a bowl of porridge.
A wisp of golden merit that ordinary people could not see landed on his body.
"The world is in chaos, disaster victims are everywhere, and droughts are everywhere. When will the world return to peace?”
Minister He sighed heavily.
He had saved the people many times, but in the end, he was unable to save them.
Chen Fan asked about the drought in the south and Minister He told him the truth.
He didn't know much.
Chen Fan finally decided to go to the south to find out the cause of the drought.
………………
The next day.
Chen Fan set off and was escorted by ten thousand people.
He was drinking fine wine, and the smell of alcohol was soaring from his body. He staggered and left Ditai County.
Who knows how long.
The setting sun gradually set, no longer emitting its afterglow.
Dense hundred-year-old ancient trees grew here.
"Hmm?"
Chen Fan was drinking when he suddenly stopped and frowned.
The forest was so quiet that it was almost as if it was dead.
"Golden Mountain, Silver Mountain!"
"There is no end to poverty. It is a person who has no money, no worries, no complaints, no complaints.”
"Hahahahaha…hehe!”
A strange laughter sounded in the quiet forest. It was very noisy. Large amounts of paper money fell from the sky. It was extremely strange.
Not long after, a one-eyed man in white clothes and a smiling hat appeared.
The man looked to be in his forties. His lips were bright red like blood, but his face was pale and devoid of blood. He looked like a living dead.
At this moment, the man was dragging a cart with a red coffin on it. He walked over unhurriedly and smiled as he walked.
However, her smile was uglier than her crying. From afar, she looked like a malicious ghost.
Moreover, this person had a thick ghostly aura. He looked like a demon but not a demon, like a ghost but not a ghost.
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