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Chapter 27 A Good Taoist Priest

"I am convinced, but I feel sad about what I did. I thought it was Zigong who redeemed the people, but I didn't expect it was just wishful thinking."

Yan Chixia shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking about, and laughed at himself.

"In the future, I will remember what my fellow Taoist taught me, think about what others think, and do good things again."

"Actually, there's no need. Fellow Daoist is a sword cultivator, so why bother to think so much? Just stand up when you see injustice, and take action when it's time!"

Chen Ji suppressed the urge to sing and finished speaking slowly.

"How can I be a good swordsman if my hands and feet are tied?"

"Hiss, that makes sense!"

Yan Chixia nodded suddenly, but then thought of something.

"But every time I get rid of demons and catch ghosts, I always feel that the demons are harming people and are really pitiful. I can't help but want to help."

"My fellow Daoist, you say I'm obsessed with appearances, but it's clearly you who's obsessed. You say there's no one in the world who isn't pitiful, yet you want to do a little good to save a great country. That's simply impossible."

"Sword cultivators can only eliminate demons, but they cannot eliminate all the evil in the world. Killing more demons and ghosts is already a great virtue."

Yan Chixia looked stern when he heard this and bowed his hands.

"Been taught a lesson."

He raised his eyebrows again.

"But just yesterday, fellow Daoist, you said you wanted to find a way to make a living, and you haven't even started looking yet. Why are you thinking of opening a herbal medicine shop today? Are you going to look for something else?"

"No, I just thought of this and it's perfect."

Chen Ji spoke slowly.

"Most people in Tiejin Town make their livings in mining and ironwork. Other industries aren't very developed. If we're going to plan for the long term, the only things we have to worry about are birth, aging, sickness, and death, as well as food, clothing, housing, and transportation."

"Foxes can't tailor clothes or cook, so the best they can do is collect herbs, observe qi, and heal illnesses."

"Besides, the people in this town work hard mining and ironwork, and are prone to injuries. A fox treating a patient can be considered as accumulating merit."

Yan Chixia nodded.

"If so, it perfectly meets Daoist Fellow's requirements."

"Do you have any requirements for the location of the shop? I see you didn't tell that woman just now."

"Fellow Daoist!"

Chen Ji laughed out loud.

"I've only heard of people not going to a good restaurant because it's too far to eat, but have you ever heard of anyone not going to a good pharmacy for medical treatment because it's too far to go?"

“Indeed, no.”

Yan Chixia shook his head and finally understood.

If the foxes were truly skilled in healing, people would go to even the most remote places.

"So, how are the foxes' medical skills?"

"Better than sweet talk."

Chen Ji said jokingly.

"..."

Yan Chixia finally felt regretful about provoking him before.

Although Wenzhuzhu looks like a scholar, his temperament is not at all like those sour scholars who are sharp-tongued and have a sharp tongue.

He simply changed the subject and discussed it with Chen Ji.

"Since we have nothing else to do, why don't we go to Qingliang Mountain to get the sword and collect the debt?"

"Fellow Daoist, do you have something else to do after you come down the mountain?"

"I originally came here to catch ghosts and earn some money. Now there are no ghosts left, and no money either. I have to go back to the mountain."

"How can we survive without money?"

"I did buy some fasting pills from another temple, so eating them won't be a problem. I'll talk about it next time I go down the mountain."

"You can make money anytime. Seeing those bull noses get humiliated, there are not many opportunities."

Chen Ji frowned.

He always felt that Yan Chixia had bad intentions. He was not trying to help him get the money back, but wanted to see the Taoists suffer.

But it doesn’t matter.

As long as I can get the silver back and a sword, I'll just take a look.

So the two of them packed up their things and headed straight for Qingliang Mountain.

The journey was quite peaceful. Not only did we not encounter any demons or ghosts, we didn't even encounter any bad guys or beggars.

"This land is peaceful."

Chen Ji sighed.

"The demons are not stupid. They know that this mountain is full of Taoists, so why are they still causing trouble here?"

"Is there no one who does not believe in the truth?"

"what?"

Yan Chixia asked this question, and it took him a moment to realize that what Chen Ji said was the antonym of not believing in evil.

If people don't believe in evil, something bad will happen. If you put it on demons and ghosts, doesn't that mean they don't believe in good?

So he answered with a smile.

"All the demons and ghosts who don't believe in righteousness die here." "Every year, the Taoist temple in Qingliang Mountain organizes disciples to go down the mountain to exorcise demons and catch ghosts. They can't do anything for more distant places, but they can still take care of this area of ​​three mountains and one river."

"Of course, not all demons and ghosts are eliminated. Some kind-hearted people will just let them go or advise them not to hurt anyone."

Yan Chixia knew that Chen Ji was on good terms with the demons, so he softened his tone halfway through his words.

"So there are no evil spirits or ghosts haunting the area. If I come across a poor family, I'll occasionally help them out. I don't want them to starve to death at home, as that would go against the will of heaven."

"That still has some merit."

After listening to it, Chen Ji felt that the Taoist priests on Qingliang Mountain seemed to be quite good, not as disgusting as some of the Taoist priests he had known before.

It would be quite interesting if they were all like Yan Chixia.

Bored while walking on the road, Chen Ji simply chatted with Yan Chixia about yesterday's magic.

"The method of relieving misfortune taught by Daoyou is indeed very interesting."

"You already know how to do it?"

“There’s still a lot I don’t understand.”

In fact, since it was written in the book, he already knew it, but it was too shocking, so Chen Ji did not say it directly.

"I've read Taoist texts in the mountains. The three disasters and eight calamities are called misfortunes. To resolve misfortunes is to understand yin and yang, change fate, and transform misfortune into fortune."

"The ritual of fasting and offering sacrifices can be used to offer sacrifices to heaven, burn memorials to pray to the gods, and dispel disasters. This method is indeed not simple."

"It's just that I have to hold an altar every time to get rid of the disaster, which is really troublesome. It would be much better if there were talismans, elixirs or other methods to get rid of the disaster."

"You are quite bold in thinking, fellow Daoist."

Yan Chixia smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"You also said there are three disasters and eight difficulties. It's not easy for ordinary Taoists to learn one or two in their lifetime. I haven't even mastered the rituals of fasting and offering sacrifices, so how can I dare to learn more?"

"So it's you, fellow Taoist, who doesn't know how to do it!"

Chen Ji spoke slowly.

Yan Chixia was so angry that he couldn't think of any words to refute, so he quickened his pace.

Chen Ji followed with laughter behind him.

This actually sped up our pace a lot, and we arrived at the foot of Qingliang Mountain before noon.

From afar, you can see a lacquered archway with the name of Qingliang Mountain written on it, and a small path paved with bluestone mixed with pine wood with railings winding up the mountain. It is completely different from Xiantai Mountain.

"Let's go."

Yan Chixia climbed up the stairs, it had become a habit.

Chen Ji clicked his tongue.

"I wonder how much money this will cost. The Taoist priest is indeed rich."

"It's not very expensive. It was built by the Taoist priests on the mountain themselves."

Yan Chixia explained slowly, and Chen Ji understood.

Qingliang Mountain is originally a rocky mountain. When the Taoist temple was being built, many stones were dug out, and how to deal with them became a problem.

The Taoist priests didn't think of selling them, and after a few days of discussion, they decided that except for those used in the Taoist temple, they would ask Taoist friends who had mastered the art of opening walls to handle the rest, and transport them to pave the road, which would also make it easier for Taoist priests and nearby people to go up and down the mountain.

"This is also what the Taoist Priest of Qingfeng Temple called for."

Yan Chixia said again.

Chen Ji nodded.

If the fox were here, he would definitely say that these are good Taoist priests after hearing this.

I just hope that I can be more decisive when I pay the money back later.

That is what a truly good Taoist priest is.

Chen Ji was thinking about it, but another idea came to his mind.

Since Taoists can use the walls they open to build roads, foxes can naturally do the same.

The road down Xiantai Mountain is indeed a bit worn out, so Bai Qi would have to go back and practice this technique more.

Building roads and bridges, accumulating virtue and doing good deeds are the best merits, and one will definitely get the best score in virtue.

The little fox, the big stone, and the long road create a very vivid picture.

"Ah!"

At this moment, on Xiantai Mountain, Bai Qi and the fox next to him were looking for Polygonatum sibiricum in the mountains.

After much difficulty, they found one that was about a hundred years old. When they had dug up almost all of it, they put the other foxes aside and waited for Bai Qi to perform the Wall-Opening Technique.

Unexpectedly, he sneezed and buried himself in it.

Chirping for help.

Then a group of foxes rushed over and dug out Bai Qi with their claws and feet, asking him why he was so careless.

"I don't know. Suddenly I felt a chill all over my body, as if I had seen a ghost."

"It's a ghost, then it's okay, just dig it back quickly!"

The foxes didn't take it seriously. They rushed forward again, chirping and digging out the Polygonatum sibiricum. Three or five of them would hold it on their heads and return with it.

Chen Ji and Yan Chixia finally arrived at the gate of a Taoist temple.

"Fellow Daoist, this is Qingfeng Temple, we are here."

(End of this chapter)