Chen Yi walked into this large town.

Not only is it big, it's also surprisingly prosperous.

When he entered the city, he also saw soldiers guarding the city gate, and all passers-by were inspected.

This is normal in ordinary dynasties.

But in this era of complete chaos, it is quite rare.

What surprised him was that when he entered the city, the soldiers only looked at him a few times. Instead of stopping him, they invited him in with good looks.

Chen Yi thought for a moment and guessed the reason.

Today, the Imperial Preceptor, that is, the centipede spirit controls the affairs of the court, wields power over the government and the public, and covers the sky with one hand.

Everyone in the world has suffered greatly.

Only the monk took advantage of it.

Although Centipede Spirit is dead now, not many people know about it, and what it did has not been spread yet.

If the whole world knows about it in the future, I am afraid that the monk who enjoyed the glory and happiness yesterday will be in trouble today.

It's really a cycle of cause and effect, one drink and one peck, the advantage is really not in vain.

Having said that.

The prosperity and stability of this town really stand out in this troubled world, and it is definitely an anomaly.

Pedestrians are passing by in a steady stream on the street, street vendors and vendors are hawking, and flags and banners of taverns and teahouses are waving along the roadside.

The foot-wide street turned out to be very crowded.

Although Chen Yi had just come to this world and had only been on the somersault cloud for less than half a day, he had already traveled thousands of kilometers at the speed of the somersault cloud.

With just a quick glance, he felt that the world was extremely desolate.

There seems to be a layer of gloom everywhere.

It's like the sky is blocked by something invisible like frost, and it's hard for light and heat to reach the human world.

The town in front of me is full of people, and even the inexplicable gloom is diluted.

He looked a bit shockingly handsome and attracted a lot of attention along the way.

But Chen Yi feels that the reason why he keeps turning around so much is not because of his appearance, but because of the monk's robes he wears and his bald head.

Because there was a bit of respect in the eyes of those people.

Occasionally, passers-by bowed slightly to him.

This is a bit much.

The influence of Centipede Spirit is not that great, right?

What's more, this big insect should be more fearful and more respectable? Haha...

It seems there is something strange here.

Chen Yi touched his bald shell a little uncomfortably.

With so many people looking at him, he would be shy...

Chen Yizheng was thinking about whether to hide.

Behind him, a figure hurriedly turned out of the corner of the alley.

This is an old man in his fifties or sixties, dressed simply but decently.

He was walking in a hurry, as if something was urgent.

But as he walked, he still looked around, his eyes eager to look at all the passers-by.

Passing by Chen Yi, he accidentally caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye, and his expression suddenly became slightly startled.

He actually stopped by the roadside and looked at Chen Yi up and down.

The look on his face became more and more joyful.

Given Chen Yi's level of cultivation, it would be natural for him to find someone who looked at him so unscrupulously.

Just watch it, but are you going too far?

He just made a rant and shook his head to leave.

"stop!"

Then he saw the old man's sudden lunge, which turned out to be very agile and fast.

If he had bad intentions, Chen Yi would definitely not let him get close to him.

However, the moment he thought that the old man wanted to rob a man on the street and wanted to take action, Chen Yi realized that apart from being stronger, the old man was just an ordinary person, so he let him attack.

The old man grabbed Chen Yi's hand and his eyes flashed, making Chen Yi feel cold.

"Where can the young master practice Zen and where can he find the precious temple?"

Chen Yi's eyes twitched slightly: "Old man, why are you doing this?"

"oh oh!"

Only then did the old man realize that he was a little presumptuous and quickly let go.

The originally radiant expression suddenly dimmed, as if his face had changed.

"well……"

The old man sighed: "Young master, I don't know. I am an old servant of Tongpan's family in Cangnan County. Yesterday, my father unfortunately passed away..."

"It's a pity that my father is only thirty-nine years old, but he is already in the position of Tongpan. He has a bright future and his family is very wealthy. It is really a vast acre of fertile land and a treasure trove of treasures."

"No, I just married my seventh concubine, but I didn't want to suffer a serious illness, so I gave up..."

As the old man spoke, he shed tears.

"I thought that my master was an upright official and was willing to do good, so why did he suffer such evil? God really has no eyes, ugh..."

Chen Yi was embarrassed for a while.

Although I should express my condolences, but...

You are also a person in your twenties, but you are a bit arrogant, and you are still in the seventh room...

Chen Yi expressed that he felt very inferior...

He had no choice but to throw out a dry and insincere statement.

"My condolences to my father-in-law..."

"Hey, my husband is also unlucky,"

As if he was really comforted, the old man wiped away his tears and raised his head and said: "Little Master, today I am going out to find a Taoist scholar for my master to perform rituals for him so that he can be reborn in bliss."

"My master was not blessed during his lifetime, but we cannot let him suffer any more after his death."

"Little Master, come back with me quickly!"

"..."

Who are you? Just let me go back with you...

Judge Tong is not young, he is extremely rich, especially he has seven wives...

Still unlucky in life...

Chen Yi said that he hates this kind of people the most!

Thinking in his heart, he said in a warm voice with different expressions on his face: "Old man, if you want to find a wise master, go and invite him yourself. The young monk is young and has little knowledge and cultivation. Why is he blocking my way?"

"No no no!"

Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hands repeatedly and was very stubborn: "Little master, don't try to deceive me. You are the eminent monk and virtue that I am looking for. You can definitely do nothing wrong!"

"I also hope that the little master will have mercy on me and perform a spiritual salvation for my master, so that he can be reborn in bliss and avoid suffering."

After saying that, the old man actually bowed his head directly and said: "Little Master, I have mercy on you! Little Master, I have mercy on you!"

"..."

As he knelt down and bowed, the passers-by looked at him frequently.

Chen Yi glanced at it, shook his head, and looked at the old man thoughtfully.

He stretched out his hand to help him up, but the old man was reluctant at first, and only agreed to do so until he agreed.

But even if Chen Yi is half disabled, he can move mountains with one hand. How can he resist?

He was lifted up without any room for resistance. Although there was a look of surprise on his face, he was even more delighted.

"The little master is indeed a holy monk with magical powers. The Holy Emperor can't be bullied by me!"

Chen Yi's heart moved: "Oh? Did my husband know about me a long time ago?"

"I didn't know it earlier,"
To be continued...