Proving the Tao in a dream, counting the immortal cultivators at the beginning

Yang Qingqiu looked at the donkey-faced Taoist priest who snatched her identity jade card in a panic, and said pitifully, "I've already contacted fellow Taoist Lin Qi."

"He should be back soon, Uncle Yang, can you wait a little longer?"

"What are you waiting for? Waiting for you to call an outsider to support you? Then let me watch my aunt's inheritance be taken away by a group of outsiders?"

The donkey-faced Taoist surnamed Yang sneered, "Yang Qingqiu, no, you fucking deserve the surname Yang. You are like a dog. How dare you not inform me that my aunt died."

"Instead, he united with outsiders to occupy my aunt's inheritance."

"If someone hadn't informed me, I wouldn't even know that my aunt was dead."

"Made."

"Don't think that you can sit back and relax after the certificate is issued in the Law Enforcement Hall."

"I'm not dead yet!"

"Now I seriously suspect that you colluded with outsiders to make money and kill my aunt."

"Uncle Yang, that's not the case. My uncle and grandma died in love after learning the news of their uncle's death."

Yang Qingqiu's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly defended himself.

"I bother!"

"That bastard surnamed Wang was just a slave of my Yang family."

"I don't know what method I used to confuse my aunt and marry him. It's a shame for my Yang family."

"Of course that's all in the past."

"But you want to say that my aunt will die for that Wang Lin."

"Do you fucking think I'm stupid?"

The donkey-faced Taoist became more and more angry.

At the beginning, Yang Yourong broke with the Yang family in order to be with Wang Lin, and even gave up his surname. Naturally, the Yang family regarded it as a great shame and humiliation.

But now Yang Yourong died suddenly, and Yang Qingqiu, a bastard with the blood of the Wang family flowing in his body, actually said that Yang Yourong committed suicide for Wang Lin.

At this moment, the donkey-faced Taoist priest was poked at the sore spot, and without talking nonsense with Yang Qingqiu, he reached out and grabbed Yang Qingqiu's hair, "Now you only have one choice."

"That is to shut your mouth, obediently hand over everything my aunt left behind, and then go back to the Yang family with me, and honestly serve my Yang family as cattle and horses."

"Only in this way can we repay everything that Wang Lin owed to my Yang family back then."

"If you dare to talk back again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

While speaking, the donkey-faced Taoist turned back the mourning hall, put Wang Lin's portrait under his feet and stepped on it, then rolled up his sleeves, and took Yang Yourong's coffin and the belongings in front of him together.

With the other hand grabbing Yang Qingqiu's hair, he was about to leave.

Yang Qingqiu was anxious and afraid, he was about to be forcibly dragged onto the cloud boat by the donkey-faced Taoist priest.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky.

In the next second, Lynch stepped forward.

Chapter 46 The Yellow Turban Lux

"Master, save me!"

Seeing Lin Qi approaching in a roaring atmosphere, Yang Qingqiu immediately shouted for help as if grasping at straws.

"Master? Hmph, you really are a lowly one. My aunt just died, and you, a lowly servant girl, gave yourself up to others as a slave."

"And you said it wasn't you, a couple of dogs, who colluded with each other and killed my aunt!"

The donkey-faced Taoist priest jumped to his feet immediately, and while he was swearing, a cold light suddenly spewed out of his mouth and shot towards Lynch.

Lynch frowned slightly, avoiding the cold light from the donkey-faced Taoist priest in an understatement, "Fellow Taoist, don't rush to do it first, and speak well if you have something to say."

Lynch had just arrived, and he didn't know the details of the donkey-faced Taoist priest in front of him, but he was not in a hurry to make a move, and wanted to figure out the situation first.

Especially when Yang Qingqiu suddenly called him master, it was obvious that he was suspected of dragging him into the water.

Although he promised to protect Yang Qingqiu for a year, he would not be fooled by Yang Qingqiu as a thug.

"A stupid thing that came out of nowhere to collude with a lowly maidservant for money and death."

"Also worthy of calling me a fellow daoist?!"

The donkey-faced Taoist sneered, and stretched out his hand to make a big golden handprint. Seeing that Lin Qi was about to dodge, he rolled his eyes, and hit Yang Qingqiu with his backhand.

Lin Qi had a thought, and in the blink of an eye, he shifted his shape and stood in front of Yang Qingqiu, blocking the big golden handprint made by the donkey-faced Taoist priest, and said coldly, "Fellow Daoist is so unreasonable, do you really think I'm easy to bully?" No?"

Before he finished speaking, Lynch suddenly felt a strong wind and thunder behind him.

A golden light suddenly appeared, and then turned into a tall body wearing a yellow scarf. His eyes were indifferent, like a fairy Buddha, and his hands as big as millstones were clapped towards Lin Qi in a closed gesture.

Lynch's gaze sank slightly, before he had time to turn his head to check, he withdrew and hurriedly retreated.

"Humph!"

Above the sky, there was a cold drink.

"In the square market, fighting skills is strictly prohibited."

"You violated the prohibition of Fangshi, and I was ordered to enforce the law to arrest you."

"You can be convinced?!"

A figure emerged from the body of the stalwart wearing a yellow scarf, condescending, and asked.

Donkey-faced Taoist immediately answered, "Deacon Chen enforces the law impartially, so I will be convinced. But I would like to ask Deacon Chen to learn from you."

"This lowly servant girl colluded with outsiders, murdered my aunt for money, and killed my aunt. In order to avoid the matter being exposed, she even colluded with this thief Xiu again to kill me."

"Fortunately, Deacon Chen arrived in time and saved my life."

"I see."

Standing on the shoulders of the yellow turban warrior, Deacon Chen suddenly realized, "What a vicious maidservant, such a vicious thief cultivator. Since you have a reason for what happened, then I won't take you."

"However, if there is any grievance in the future, it should be reported to the Law Enforcement Hall in time, and we should not act out of a moment of enthusiasm and break the Fangshi ban."

"Thank you Deacon Chen for your understanding."

The donkey-faced Taoist quickly cupped his hands and said, looking at the panicked Yang Qingqiu, pretending to be hypocritical, "Then Deacon Chen, I'll take this lowly maid back to enforce the family law."

"As for this thief cultivator, I ask Deacon Chen to deal with it fairly."

"This seat will deal with it fairly."

Deacon Chen laughed loudly, "Those who violate the city's prohibition, fight openly, attack and kill others, and plot wrongdoing. According to the rules of the Law Enforcement Hall, a six-year prison sentence is unavoidable."

"Should I be sentenced to one year in prison?"

The donkey-faced Taoist pretended to be surprised, and then said to Yang Qingqiu with a sneer, "Do you know what a prison sentence is? It is to seal the cultivation level and let him dig mines and open up wasteland like ordinary people."

"One year in prison, tsk tsk, he can survive 20 years, I think he is amazing."

"Haha, don't you really think that just finding a monk who doesn't know where he came from can occupy the magpie's nest and the inheritance of my Yang family?"

The donkey-faced Taoist laughed, grabbed Yang Qingqiu's hair again, nodded slightly at Deacon Chen, and swaggered to drag Yang Qingqiu onto the cloud boat.

Yang Qingqiu burst into tears, and said in a sobbing voice, "Friend Daoist Lin, I'm sorry. I didn't know he would act so viciously, and even colluded with people from the Law Enforcement Hall."

"Shut up. Bitch!"

The donkey-faced Taoist priest was furious, and he slapped him with his backhand.

But this slap failed.

Because a hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed the donkey-faced Taoist priest's slap.

"Are all local monks this despicable?"

An indifferent voice rang in the ears of the donkey-faced Taoist priest.

The donkey-faced Taoist felt a thump in his heart, and before he could speak, he felt a sharp pain in the bones of his hands.

next second.

The donkey-faced Taoist priest was directly pressed face down by Lynch and rubbed against the ground.

Everyone else made it clear that they wanted to collude and frame him, so Lynch naturally would not choose to accept it.

The big deal is to change to a local gangster.

"Bold, you dare to attack and kill others in front of me, you are simply lawless, you don't take me seriously at all!"

"Yellow Turban Warrior, take him down for me!"

Deacon Chen yelled angrily and raised his hand. The stalwart body known as the Yellow Turban Warrior instantly seemed like a war machine awakened.

In the pupils of the eyes, two golden lights shot out towards Lin Qi in an instant, and at the same time, the hands as big as the mopan raised again, grabbing towards Lin Qi as if pulling the mountain away.

"Golden body."

Facing the attacking Yellow Turban Warrior, Lynch no longer chose to dodge, but let out a low shout.

The whole person was instantly radiant, with a golden radiance visible to the naked eye flowing all over his body, instantly turning Lynch into a statuette.

The golden light shot out from the eyes of the yellow turban wrestler bombarded Lin Qi who was shrouded in golden light.

Lynch didn't move, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and said a spell, "Ruyi."

In an instant, Lynch's right hand swelled more than ten times, becoming bigger than a millstone.

"Iron arm."

Lynch chanted the spell again, and his right hand, which swelled like a millstone, instantly became like pouring steel, full of metallic luster, and then hit hard with the big hand grabbed by the yellow scarf warrior.

Boom!

The atmosphere roared, and Lynch didn't move. He continued to press the donkey-faced Taoist priest on the ground with his left hand, and swung his right hand, which was already like a steel and iron bone, to hit the yellow scarf warrior's chest again.

Five or six meters tall, the giant yellow turban wrestler was instantly repelled, and a large crack appeared on his chest.

While the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking, Deacon Chen, who was standing on the yellow scarf warrior, lost his footing and fell down in embarrassment.

"Deacon Chen, hurry up and save me!"

The donkey-faced Taoist priest who was pressed and rubbed on the ground couldn't see the situation of the battle. He was in pain and fear, and shouted for help.

Hearing the donkey-faced Taoist priest's call for help, Deacon Chen got up from the ground in a panic and glanced at the crumbling yellow scarf wrestler, and his gaze stayed for a moment on the crack on the yellow scarf wrestler's chest.

Then he shouted without hesitation.

"what?"

"Someone dares to fight openly in the trading market!"

"Simply lawless!"

"I didn't take this seat seriously at all!"

"Yellow Turban Warrior, let's go!"

Before the words were finished, Deacon Chen left as soon as he said he would, without hesitation urging the yellow turban wrestlers, and disappeared in an instant.

The decisive and quick escape made Lynch unable to react.

It wasn't until the deacon Chen and the yellow-turban wrestler disappeared without a trace that Lin Qi frowned and asked, "Did he run away? Or did he go to rescue soldiers?"

Chapter 47

"I think he must have run away."

Yang Qingqiu answered in a low voice, looking at Lin Qi with amazement and reverence, and his posture became more respectful.

Seeing that Lynch was still thinking about whether that Deacon Chen left the donkey face and ran away, or ran to rescue the soldiers.

He said hastily, "Even the Yellow Turban Warriors can't hold you, so the people in the Law Enforcement Palace naturally dare not offend you again."

"you sure?"

Lynch was skeptical.

At any rate, the other party is the deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall, who is responsible for maintaining order in the city.

You can't just give up and run away, not even daring to ask for help, just because he easily repelled the capture of the yellow turban warrior?