Now that the words have come to this point, I can no longer shirk it, so I can only put the talisman knife in my sleeve away.

In this way, we stayed at Qi Yu's house for another night, and then early the next morning, we got on the train and headed to Qing'an County in Heilongjiang Province to find trouble for Jia Changchuan.

The journey is far away and requires a long train ride.

Uncle Hu Zi stayed at Qi Yu's house to take care of Qi Yu who was seriously injured, and made him Chinese medicine every day using the prescriptions I prescribed.

Qi Yu woke up and was very weak. It was estimated that he would not be able to get out of bed for a month or two. Someone had to take care of him. Uncle Hu Zi was a good cook and could take care of the family.

The slovenly Taoist priest's mind got hot, and he thought about going to seek revenge on Jia Changchuan. If his life or death was uncertain, how could I dare to take Uncle Hu Zi there?

After getting on the train, I was still a little nervous and didn't know what I would encounter next, but the sloppy Taoist priest looked like he had nothing to do. He even hummed a little tune in his spare time. It was not serious anyway.

Qu'er, the aunt on the side who was listening looked at me with disgust.

While we were in the car, I contacted Sister Hua again.

Sister Hua investigated Jia Changchuan's family very clearly and gave me the information on the three brothers.

Jia Changchuan has three brothers, and he ranks second.

Their grandfather once worked as a bodyguard for Marshal Zhang, and his cultivation was very powerful, so the three brothers were all good practitioners.

Jia Changchuan's cultivation level is not the most powerful among the three brothers. Their eldest brother, Jia Changhong, has top-notch sword skills in Heilongjiang Province, especially the sword skills of the Eight-door Golden Lock Sword, which has been passed down by their old man.

, According to Sister Hua, his grandfather used a single sword to defeat several Japanese masters of the Japanese Jiuju faction, and became famous in the three northern provinces. I think back then, little Japan tried to assassinate Marshal Zhang several times, but his family was killed.

The old man was stopped and several of them were killed.

Seeing that he could not assassinate Dashuai Zhang, the vicious little Japanese designed to blow up Dashuai Zhang to death.

Their old man and Zhang Dashuai were both killed in the bombing.

It's a pity that these three unfilial descendants are not doing their jobs properly.

With the help of his grandfather's name, he became prosperous in the Black Province.

The eldest and second child specialize in reselling cultural relics, while the third child, Jia Changsheng, runs an underground casino and lives a comfortable life.

And this time we went there specifically to make them feel uncomfortable.

I explained the message sent by Sister Hua to the sloppy Taoist priest in great detail. The guy listened a little absent-mindedly and didn't know what was going on in his mind.

His attitude made me a little nervous, thinking that sooner or later I might be tricked to death by this guy.

The car drove all day and all night, and we arrived at Qing'an Railway Station.

After getting off the bus, the sloppy Taoist priest asked me to book a hotel and have a good sleep first.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, we had a meal together.

While we were eating, I looked at the sloppy Taoist priest and asked, "We have arrived. What are you going to do next?"

The sloppy Taoist priest smiled mysteriously and said, "You will follow me to a place later, and I will get something."

I was stunned and asked curiously: "What are you taking? Is there anyone you know here?"

"Don't worry about it. You'll know when you get there." After saying this, the boy stopped paying attention to me.

I feel depressed because he is so thoughtful and my curiosity is always aroused by him. I don’t know what he will do next.

But if you follow his plan, you will often have a close call.

After eating and drinking, we took a taxi and went to a Chinese medicine shop on Tienan Street.

The owner of this traditional Chinese medicine shop is a middle-aged man. When the slovenly Taoist priest saw the owner, he directly put his badge on the counter.

The boss was originally indifferent, but when he saw the sloppy Taoist priest's waistband, he immediately stood up in awe, stood up quickly, cupped his hands towards the two of us, and said very politely: "You two, are you in the room?"

please."

After entering, the shop owner once again saluted the sloppy Taoist priest and said with some excitement: "Senior Brother Chiwen, is there anything I can help you with this time?"

"Have you finished the human skin mask I asked you to prepare for me?" asked the sloppy Taoist priest.

"It's ready, I'll get it." With that said, the boss opened a cabinet, took out a small box, and handed it to the sloppy Taoist priest with both hands.

"Thank you." The sloppy Taoist priest greeted, hugged the box and left. The shop owner walked to the door with a very respectful attitude.

After walking all the way out, I couldn't help but ask: "Lao Luo, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd? Can you tell me in advance?"

"It's nothing. We are going to find trouble for those three brothers tonight. I'll prepare in advance. Jia Changchuan has seen us before, so we can't let him recognize us." The sloppy Taoist priest said with a smile.

"Then how did you meet the owner of the Chinese medicine shop? I found that you are very wild." I said.

"I don't know him either. I made a special call before and asked someone in the sect. He said that there was an outer disciple of the Maoshan Sect in Qing'an County, who was the owner of the Chinese medicine shop. He also gave me his contact information.

I called him before and asked him to prepare something for me."

Only then did I understand why the boss was so respectful to the sloppy Taoist priest.

Because the other party is an outer disciple, and the sloppy Taoist priest is an inner disciple of the Maoshan Sect. When an outer disciple meets someone from the Maoshan Sect, he must be polite and cannot go overboard in the slightest.

The waistband of a sloppy Taoist priest is proof of his identity. This waistband cannot be faked because there are special runes on it, which can exude the unique aura of the Maoshan Sect. Anyone with a discerning eye will know the identity of the sloppy Taoist priest at a glance.

At first, Zhong Jinliang only glanced at his badge and confirmed his identity.

There is a big sect behind you, which is your biggest backer. No matter where you go, people from all walks of life in the world will give the Maoshan sect some slack.

When I think of the status of a sloppy Taoist priest, I feel a little depressed.

I am the disciple of Feng Shui King Li Xuantong, the official descendant of the Qimen Fengshui Sect, and the leader of the Qimen Fengshui Sect.

This title sounds quite big, but inside and out I am the only one.

This leader is really depressed. If I die one day, our Qi Sect will be wiped out. Who can we talk to for explanation?

I don’t know why my master made such a broken rule. If I had some senior brothers and sisters, it would be much easier for me to travel around the world.

There is only one master, but the dragon has been missing all day long. I don’t know where he went to beg for food.
Chapter completed!