My talent is resurrection

Chapter 350 Dad, Your Wreath
The road is difficult and people's hearts are complicated.

Chen Jiu gave up the path of quality education and asked the children of these aristocratic families to go back to their respective families so that they would do less bad things in the future.

For some reason, Du Yong respected Chen Jiu very much, and when he left, he said to Chen Jiu with concern: "Mr. Chen, take care."

Chen Jiu was sitting on the rocking chair, his injuries were still not healed, but he smiled knowingly, thinking that although Du Yong was not very smart, he was very emotional, so he smiled lightly and replied, "Take care too."

This temporarily built school has been emptied just like that.

Chen Jiu was tired, and some didn't want to enter Taoism at the foot of the mountain. He just wanted to go back to Tianguang Prefecture and resist killing demons, so he didn't have to think so much.

He is just a boxer, how can he easily change the thoughts that have been ingrained in this world for tens of thousands of years?

If you want to change, you have to go through tens of thousands of years of education.

In the next few days, Chen Jiu didn't go out any more, and just lay on the rocking chair half dead. No one dared to approach him, but looked at him suspiciously from a distance.

Not long after, there were rumors in the city that Old Man Wang had been sun-dried into a mummified corpse on a reclining chair.

At first, the monk didn't believe it, thinking that such a powerful monk, Old Man Wang, would be sun-dried into a mummified corpse?

So more and more monks came to the outside of the school to watch, and found that Chen Jiu was lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed, his body covered in blood scabs, and he looked like a black lump, and his body didn't move. It's also bad, and it's no different from the dead people those monks usually see.

The monks frowned and guessed.

"Why is this old man Wang in such a miserable state? Could it be that he was seriously injured by other monks?"

"Elder Yuanying is being manipulated by this old man at will, who can seriously hurt him except heaven and man?"

"Ok?"

As soon as this was mentioned, everyone immediately realized, could it be that the Celestial Ancestor who came to participate in the Celestial Conference this time couldn't tolerate the old man Wang and killed him himself?

Most likely!

The monks instantly understood, but they only said that the old man Wang asked for trouble, if he was so arrogant on weekdays, it's fine, what day is it now?
It's the time when the Nanchuan Celestial Assembly is about to be held. There are more than a dozen celestial monks in the city. If this old man dares to be so arrogant, isn't that clearly looking for a fight?
All of a sudden, the news that Old Man Wang was beaten and paralyzed by the cultivators spread again in the city. Many monks came to watch the excitement, more or less laughing at Chen Jiuyi who was lying on the rocking chair and watching half-dead.

There were exceptions. A few low-level monks quietly stood among the onlookers, chatted a few words, hesitated for a moment, put on a hood that could block their faces, and quickly approached Chen Jiu, saying sadly.

"Mr. Wang, we have nothing to repay you for your kindness and virtue. We know that our cultivation base is low, and we don't know how to help you now. This is the life-sustaining pill we bought with all the money we have. You take it , we will see you later."

Several monks put the elixir on Chen Jiu's scab-covered hands, all retreated, bowed to Chen Jiu, and left in a hurry.

Little monks like them can only be safe by remembering the word "caution" in their daily practice. This visit to Chen Jiu is already at the risk of being remembered by many big monks. Maybe some big monks can't get used to it , and then kill them.

It is a big risk, but all the way to cultivate the Tao, what you do is not only to stand on the top of the mountain. If you forget the word "love", it would be too sad.

Although they are little monks, they still have friendship.

Chen Jiu's hand covered with blood scabs suddenly squeezed the Life Renewing Pill tightly, and a smile rarely appeared on his face that had been frozen for a few days.

He has some impressions of these monks. They were a group of monks who helped half a month ago. At that time, they were blocked and forced by a golden core monk. They saved themselves again.

"Mr. Wang, I'm here to see you." A sad voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, and then Du Yong came running sadly with a wreath in his hand.

Elder Yuanying behind Du Yong frowned bitterly, and kept persuading him: "Young master, it's not appropriate for us to show up now, as long as you feel it, let's go."

Du Yong looked stubborn, holding a wreath, and said solemnly: "The ancients said that one day is a teacher and one is a lifelong father. Mr. Wang is like this now. How can I abandon Mr. Wang?!"

After Du Yong finished speaking, he knelt down to Chen Jiu, crying sadly: "Father!"

Chen Jiu couldn't hold back at all, and felt that Du Yong must have been hit on the head when he was a child.

Chen Jiu got up slightly, shaking out the scabs and cracks on his body, patted the head of Du Yong who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly.

"Father is fine, so that Dad can live a few more years, can you disappear in front of Dad now?"

Du Yong wiped his face, nodded heavily, and was about to leave.

Chen Jiu pointed to the wreath on the ground and reminded: "By the way, take this away too."

Du Yong was stunned, and then explained: "Mr. Wang, I bought this specially for you."

Chen Jiu shook his head, "I don't need it."

Du Yong frowned and waved his hands, "But I don't need it either."

"Take it back and prepare it for your father." Chen Jiu said softly.

"Oh." Du Yong nodded, picked up the wreath on the ground, turned around and was about to leave.

Chen Jiu suddenly made another point, "Read more when you go back, and stop mixing with those aristocratic children. It won't do you any good."

Du Yong stopped, turned around and nodded, "Understood, Mr. Wang."

Chen Jiu nodded, and then lay back on the rocking chair, feeling that what he had done these days was not meaningless. Although people's hearts are complicated and sinister, not everyone is sinister.

The world is so big, there are always good people, right?

Then what he's been doing makes sense.

"Be patient." Chen Jiu comforted himself.

The monks around seemed surprised that Du Yong came to visit Chen Jiu, while Elder Yuanying smiled wryly, his eyes kept looking up high, full of worry.

For the young master's actions this time, the master will have to speak out in person, otherwise it will be unavoidable that someone with a heart will catch this matter and smear it, and it will be ruined if it causes the upper sect to question him.

I also blame myself for not being able to hold the young master, but with the strength and relationship of their sect, as long as they handle it well, it shouldn't be a problem.

Elder Yuanying was a little worried, and hurriedly left the crowd with Du Yong, and walked quickly towards the periphery.

On the heights of the city, a man in Linpao has been watching, his bright red brows are slightly wrinkled, and he seems a little dissatisfied.

The old man with white beard and hair asked in a respectful voice: "Sovereign, this is the son of the Du family."

The Linpao man nodded lightly, indicating that he knew, then waved his hand, "I'll talk about it later, let's go."

The two turned and left from the height of the city, and after the city came out a speech that gradually spread among the monks.

Anyone who is close to old man Wang will be punished!
Afterwards, the monks gradually understood that this was the banning of old man Wang by the upper sect!

(End of this chapter)