I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

#363 - Chaos

But Zhang Chen still felt a little uneasy. The Yellow Heaven Dao's scheme on Little Bean was too significant. How could they easily let Little Bean go?

However, Zhang Chen couldn't help Little Bean now. He didn't even have a secure place for himself, so how could he accommodate Little Bean?

"Senior Brother, don't worry, I will take good care of myself," Little Bean said with a smile, reaching out to pat Zhang Chen's shoulder with an air of maturity.

Hearing Little Bean's words, Zhang Chen pondered for a moment before saying, "I will send a message to Commander Xie, and ask Commander Xie to take you down the mountain. After you go down the mountain, stay in the Surveillance Division and don't come back. Yellow Dawn Temple is a den of wolves; a crisis could erupt at any time. You can't stay here any longer."

Zhang Chen's voice was full of seriousness. Now that he knew Yellow Dawn Temple was a den of wolves and tigers, wouldn't he be a fool to keep Little Bean here?

Moreover, Zhang Chen had a premonition that this trip down the mountain would likely lead to a complete break with the Peace Warden's Manor, a battle to determine victory and defeat, life and death. At that time, there would inevitably be a fierce struggle between the two sides, and if he lost, there would be no place for him in this Northern Territory. He could only wander elsewhere.

As for defeating the Peace Warden's Manor?

Don't even think about it! Zhang Chen wasn't that arrogant!

What was a Yang God level being? Even in mythological novels, they were Pure Yang True Immortals with pure Yang souls, considered top-tier combat power in any novel. He was just a small ant who had just embarked on the path of cultivation. It was already good enough to gain some advantages. As for killing the opponent?

The difference in cultivation realm between the two sides was too great; it was simply impossible.

Zhang Chen stroked Little Bean's head: "Are you willing to go down the mountain and wait for me?"

Cheng Yu nodded very obediently: "Don't worry, I will definitely wait for you obediently in the Surveillance Division."

Zhang Chen nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this. The next morning, Zhang Chen packed his bags, said goodbye to Little Bean, and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Chen arrived at Hook Blue County, but he didn't go directly to the Peace Warden's Manor. Instead, he went to the inn he had stayed in before. Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Xie Lingyun, dressed in white, slowly walked to the door of Zhang Chen's room and pushed the door open without knocking.

"Why did you come to the county?" Xie Lingyun asked with a surprised expression as she entered the room and saw Zhang Chen sitting inside reading a book.

"I came down the mountain to take care of some things," Zhang Chen said, raising his eyes from the book and carefully putting it away. He didn't mention the grudges between himself and the Peace Warden's Manor because he was afraid Xie Lingyun would alert the enemy and cause unexpected trouble.

"I have something to ask of you this time, Sister," Zhang Chen said, picking up the teapot and pouring a cup of tea for Xie Lingyun.

"What is it?" Xie Lingyun asked.

"I want to ask Sister to take Little Bean down the mountain and hide him well," Zhang Chen said.

Xie Lingyun's pupils constricted upon hearing this. With her intelligence, as soon as Zhang Chen spoke, it was difficult for her not to overthink: "Has the situation become so serious?"

"Not really, it's just a precaution," Zhang Chen said.

"This is simple; it's just the Yellow Heaven Dao. I don't take them seriously," Xie Lingyun said indifferently. Backed by the Great Victory Dynasty, she had 50,000 elite Surveillance Division troops under her command, giving her the confidence not to take the Yellow Heaven Dao seriously.

Even if the Yellow Heaven Dao caused a big stir, in the eyes of the Surveillance Division army, they were just a bunch of Jianghu rabble who couldn't be taken seriously at all.

The imperial court naturally had a condescending attitude towards those rabble.

"What about you?" Xie Lingyun asked, a little worried.

Zhang Chen smiled faintly: "No one in this world can kill me. Even if a Yang God True Man takes action, I think escaping won't be a problem."

After hearing this, Xie Lingyun looked at Zhang Chen meaningfully, without saying much, and chose to believe Zhang Chen's words.

"In half a year, I will leave the Northern Territory and go to the capital for promotion. I will take care of your parents and Little Bean," Xie Lingyun said, looking at Zhang Chen with a pair of eyes that seemed to speak:

"Do you want to come with me? The Northern Territory is Peace Warden's territory. It's not appropriate for you to stay here. Sooner or later, you will be plotted against by the Peace Warden's Manor."

Zhang Chen shook his head: "I still have things to do in the Northern Territory. Sister, go first. After I finish my business, we will meet again in the capital."

"How about your stepmother, little sister, and younger brother come with me?" Xie Lingyun asked tentatively.

Zhang Chen's mind raced upon hearing this. He was afraid that his unique identity would implicate Xie Lingyun, and ultimately chose to refuse: "Sister, just take care of them. Let's see how the situation develops in half a year."

He felt that half a year was enough time for him to deal with the matters within the Peace Warden's Manor, and then he could have more choices.

Moreover, Xie Lingyun was not his biological sister after all, so it was not good to involve Xie Lingyun in this kind of matter.

Most importantly, he didn't want to get too deeply involved with the Surveillance Division. If he became entangled with the Surveillance Division and mixed up with the national fortune of the Great Victory Dynasty, Zhang Chen felt that there would definitely be big trouble at that time.

It was better to maintain a boundary at this time, so that he would have more room for choice.

The current Great Victory Dynasty was precarious. In Zhang Chen's eyes, the Great Victory Dynasty's future was bleak, with a tendency for the building to collapse.

He didn't want to have too much involvement with the Great Victory Dynasty.

The two talked for a while, and then Xie Lingyun bid farewell and left, leaving Zhang Chen sitting in the room drinking tea.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the street outside the window. Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs: "Yellow Heaven Dao's Dharma Master San Can has come to preach! Anyone who joins the Yellow Heaven Dao and worships the gods of the Yellow Heaven Dao day and night can receive a bundle of firewood and three catties of coarse rice!"

Along with the shouting, the street suddenly became noisy. Zhang Chen pushed the door open and saw hundreds of ragged people crowding around.

"Don't rush, line up, one by one!" A strong man wearing a yellow turban stood in the center of the crowd, maintaining order.

Seeing that all the people had lined up according to the rules, someone else began to shout, his voice loud and extremely penetrating, obviously with a foundation in martial arts: "Fellow elders and folks, if you want to receive firewood and rice, you still need to pass a test. Later, I will tell you a few words. As long as everyone can remember them, I will give you rice and firewood oil for free. Whoever remembers them all and remembers them well, I will give you some extra rice and noodles at that time."

"Is everyone ready? I'm going to speak now, listen carefully. If anyone doesn't listen carefully and can't remember, don't blame me if you don't get your rice and flour." The man's voice was loud, and his tone was very persuasive. "Remember, the one who gives you rice and grain is Zhu Ming, the God of Wealth under the Yellow Sky. Zhu Ming is the god who controls wealth. If you want to change your fate of poverty, you need to worship the God of Wealth, Zhu Ming, day and night after you return. Then the God of Wealth, Zhu Ming, will bestow wealth upon you…"

Zhang Chen stood in the pavilion, watching the man brainwashing the people, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He remembered this person, he was one of the former Yellow Millet Orderlies, who had already refined his dark energy and could be considered a good player in the martial world.

At this time, more and more people gathered in the field, and the man's voice became more and more excited. At the same time, disciples brought out sculptures, began to distribute incense, and taught the people the procedures for worship.

Some people simply acted as shills in the crowd. After the worship ceremony was over, they suddenly shouted: 'Oh, why do I have five taels of silver in my arms? Could it be that the God of Wealth has manifested?'

'I also have silver in my arms, but why do I only have two taels?'

'I have seven taels of silver!'

'I have an extra pearl in my arms…'

For a time, shills kept appearing in the crowd to drive the atmosphere, which immediately made the atmosphere in the field even more激昂.

"Why don't I have anything in my arms?" Someone touched his chest, with a dazed look in his eyes.

"It must be that your respect for the God of Wealth is a little lacking, so the God of Wealth did not bestow wealth upon you," the preacher explained.

As soon as this remark came out, those people who didn't know the truth felt懊恼 in their hearts. When they came before, they just wanted to get some supplies to survive this cold winter, but who knew that the God of Wealth really显灵.

The Yellow Sky Daoist priest looked at the people with懊恼 expressions, and said calmly: "The reason why you didn't get money is all because you are disrespectful to the God of Wealth in your hearts, and your belief in the God of Wealth is not enough, but the God of Wealth loves the world and does not want to see you suffer. He wants to give you another chance. Next, as long as you can answer the questions I ask, you can領 the God of Wealth's tablet home for worship, and you can also領 rice, flour, grain and oil here."

At this time, Yellow Sky Daoist priests were holding the prepared tablets and incense, while distributing supplies, and asking the people who領 the supplies:

"What is the name of the God of Wealth?"

The refugee said: "The God of Wealth is called Zhu Ming."

"What is the birthday of the God of Wealth? Where was he born?" Another Yellow Sky Daoist disciple asked.

The people answered one by one, and then the Yellow Sky Daoist disciple吩咐 said: "After you go back, you need to worship the God of Wealth day and night, and you will naturally have good fortune in the future. The God of Wealth will降 down wealth to help you get rich."

Then they distributed the sculpture of the God of Wealth and rice and flour, and the refugees領 the rice and flour and left happily.

Of course, some people were stupid and couldn't remember it at all, but Yellow Sky Daoist disciples also led them to the side, gathered the refugees who still couldn't do it together, and then patiently taught them. Finally, after they磕磕巴巴 remembered most of it, they didn't make things difficult, distributed rice and flour and tablets, and sent the people away.

After a full two hours, the people gradually dispersed as the rice, flour and various supplies ran out.

Looking at the gradually dispersing people, the Yellow Sky Daoist senior brother吩咐ed the people below: "Tonight, select a few believers and throw some碎 silver into their yards. In the future, select a few lucky ones every now and then, and this matter will be done."

Zhang Chen, who was in the pavilion, listened to the Yellow Sky Daoist disciples talking below, and couldn't help but sigh: "Good家伙, these guys really have a set of routines. In this ignorant era, who can resist?"

After a series of moves, basically all the people were stunned.

Don't mention these people, even in a special era, the state ordered the team to study Qigong to对抗 atomic bombs… I dare not say, the river crabs have crawled over!

Even in the era of great men, the people were confused, let alone in this era where there are really superpowers. Some people have mastered abilities similar to gods. Who wouldn't be confused when they meet them?

So don't blame the people for being ignorant. It's really that the general environment and the routines of these dignitaries are too deep.

"These guys don't talk about martial ethics," Zhang Chen picked up the tea and took a sip: "Especially Pingbian Wangfu has completely放开 the preaching authority of the Yellow Sky Dao, coupled with the behind-the-scenes推手 of various major families, which has led the people into the wave of ignorance and into the ignorant net woven by the major nobles." Zhang Chen's mind flashed with thoughts: "The right to speak and the right to public opinion are in the hands of the dignitaries, and ordinary people simply cannot escape this carefully woven giant net."

However, just as Zhang Chen was about to lower the window and go to Pingbian Wangfu, there was another commotion on the street:

"Folks, the God of Medicine is here! Everyone, come and worship the God of Medicine. The God of Medicine can bring the dying back to life,掌管 the power of life, can bring people back to life,祛除 diseases and prolong life, and can 生死人肉白骨." At this time, another group of Yellow Sky Daoist strongmen came out from nowhere,敲锣打鼓 and宣传ed to the surrounding people:

"Those who believe in the God of Medicine can領 a copy of herbal medicine, three feet of cloth, and a bowl of grain…"

As the voice of宣传 spread, in an instant, another person ran out and began to line up,拥簇着 and卷了过来.

At this time, Yellow Sky Daoist strongmen took action, holding a净瓶 in their hands and said: "I have the divine water赐下来的 by the God of Medicine, which can驱除 diseases and make patients heal and the injured recover."

"Master, please save my child. My child has been coughing up blood for three days and is about to die." At this moment, a man rushed over抱 with a thin child in his arms,跪倒 in front of the Yellow Sky Daoist strongman and不断叩首.

The child was面黄肌瘦, his mouth溢出 with blood, his face was铁青 and his breath was奄奄.

Zhang Chen, who was upstairs, looked at the man跪倒 on the ground begging for medical treatment, and a look of愕然 appeared in his eyes: "Good家伙, I remember this person seems to be called Zheng Bolun. Why does the面黄肌瘦 and奄奄 child look so familiar?"

Zhang Chen thought for a while. With his current memory, he quickly found a clue in his mind. He had seen these two people before. They were all from the Yellow Sky Dao. As for the面黄肌瘦 young man who seemed to be terminally ill, Zhang Chen also remembered that he was taken up the mountain by a Daoist disciple and brainwashed in the mountain for three months, and then disappeared without a trace. It turned out that he ran down the mountain to cheat.

Zhang Chen looked at the众传道 below and couldn't help but吐槽: "Routines! All he娘的 routines!"

Since ancient times, deep affection has not been retained, only routines can win people's hearts.

Zhang Chen stood in front of the window, watching the Yellow Sky Daoist senior brother施展符水 to save people, and嗤笑 in his heart. How precious is符水, how could it be used on the people? The water in that bottle is not even medicinal water, but just ordinary white water!