Chapter 105: A Tiger in the Heart

Zhou Yi had helped some refugees.

Through the art of looking at qi, it is worth helping those who can keep hope and fighting spirit in adversity.

Chen Liang is one of them. He is a young man who escaped from Zhenzhou when the dragoons in southern Xinjiang rebelled.

"I remember that Lao Wang arranged for you to go to the back kitchen of the restaurant?"

In Zhou Yi's memory, Chen Liang was dark and thin. It was not easy for him to survive after walking thousands of miles.

Looking at the white servant in front of him with clean clothes, upright posture, and iron ruler on his waist, he seemed to have changed into a different person.

Chen Liang bowed and saluted: "Sir, get on the sedan chair and say that the prefectural governor ordered me to take you."

"Well, go to the Demon Slaying Division."

Zhou Yi sat in the sedan chair, and Chen Liang led the way in front of him, while telling his own experience.

The chef of the restaurant run by Lao Wang has a secret sauce skill that he never shows to others. The dishes in the restaurant have a special fragrance after adding sauce, which is the signature of the restaurant.

A month ago, the newly opened restaurant poached the chef at a high price.

Without the secret sauce, the restaurant could hardly continue to operate and was about to close down.

Chen Liang went to the chef's house in person and bought the sauce recipe for the restaurant at the price of 100 strings of money.

When Lao Wang learned about this, he was very happy and followed Chen Liang's wishes and arranged for him to work as a white servant in the Beijing government.

The big servants, clerks, and clerks were not considered miscellaneous servants. Each government office had a quota and were temporary workers with a regular salary. The extra servants were called white servants, who were only given a coat and responsibilities, without the most basic salary.

Chen Liang had made great contributions to Lao Wang. If he stayed in the restaurant for a few years, he might become the shopkeeper.

But judging from Chen Liang's appearance, the white servants were also doing well.

"... I asked Lord Wang about your name. Today, I heard my boss say that I was sending Lord Zhou from the Demon Slaying Division, so I volunteered to come."

Chen Liang said, "Lord Zhou has been very kind to me. If I achieve something in the future, I will repay him with gratitude."

"You can even use idioms now."

"There are some books written in the yamen. I ask for advice when I have time. I can recognize most of the words."

"You know how to make progress, OK!"

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with a light, and he looked at the luck on Chen Liang's head.

The color was blue-white, with a hint of tiger roar, but unfortunately there was a strand of red silk thread entangled in it, which was very dazzling.

After sending him all the way to the Demon Slaying Division, Chen Liang bowed and lifted the curtain for Zhou Yi. After watching him go in, he took out a few silver beans and handed them to the sedan bearers.

"If anyone asks, you should say this... Do you understand?"

The sedan bearers accepted the benefits, and what Chen Liang said was almost the same as the facts, so they nodded in agreement.

...

Monobu.

Zhou Yi noticed Li Mu, who was copying books alone in the fur department.

Li Mu did not participate in the gathering last night, saying that he had something to do, so they did not have a friendship of being in prison together.

Other colleagues gathered in the five internal organs department to divide the spoils. Chen Zhubu's uncle Chen Shilang sent a full two pounds of Ningshen flowers. Outside, people who want to concentrate their minds buy Ningshen flowers by the flower, but they produce this and send it by the pound.

Ningshen flowers are the main ingredient for refining Yangshen pills. Even if you don't make pills, chewing them raw, making tea, or making wine has the effect of concentrating the Yin spirit.

The material department is mostly composed of middle-third-grade Qi-refining cultivators, who need Ningshen flowers even more.

The middle-third-grade cultivators have a lifespan of 150, which is almost the same as the lower-third-grade cultivators or even ordinary people, and the lifespan after concentrating the mind starts at 300.

"Old Liu, that's too much. Your flower is bigger."

"I, Quick Hand Liu, can weigh more accurately than a scale. You can slander my integrity, but you must not question these hands!"

Old Liu's hands are like jade, whiter than the hands of the courtesan. It is said that he has practiced some acupuncture, poisoning, and hidden weapon secrets, which are condensed with secret medicine.

Zhou Yi walked in and saw a group of people arguing about the size and weight of the flowers.

Zhang Cheng had already brewed the tea for concentration. He took a sip of tea and made a painting of Yan Chixiao.

Yan Chixiao's scroll, as it is said to have the magical effect of warding off evil spirits and exorcising evil spirits, ordinary people would rather believe it than not believe it, and buy a scroll to hang on the wall.

As the story that seems true or false spreads, the demand for Yan Chixiao's paintings gradually becomes strong.

The painting shop smelled the business atmosphere and further promoted the effectiveness of Yan Chixiao's paintings. In order to meet the habit of symmetry and the mentality of selling two paintings to make more money, Qin Qiong was also added.

Yan Chixiao is hung on the left and Qin Qiong is hung on the right to keep the family safe.

Zhou Yi had heard someone talk about it in Deshengfang, and then sold the scrolls.

Unfortunately, those scrolls were completely different from Yan Chixiao and Qin Qiong, similar to the difference between real photos and cartoon images.

Many people who bought the scrolls didn't know who Yan Chixiao or Qin Qiong were, and simply thought that the two people in the scrolls were very majestic.

Yan Chixiao wielded a sword, and Qin Qiong held a golden mace, majestic and powerful.

Purely from a psychological point of view, it can make people feel safe and confident, and the yang fire will naturally flourish, and the yin will not invade, and ghosts will not dare to approach.

Zhang Cheng's paintings are not fakes on the street. Yan Chixiao almost jumped out of the painting and killed the demons and monsters.

"Brother Zhang, your painting is about to condense the true meaning."

Zhou Yi said, rolling up the picture of the Immortal Riding a Bull hanging in front of him and throwing it aside.

"It's still a long way to go, at least another ten or eight years."

Zhang Cheng looked surprised: "This painting is the work of my hard work, depicting the appearance of a true immortal vividly, why did you take it off?"

"It's an eyesore. There are so many things in the world that I can't take care of. What kind of true immortal is it."

Zhou Yi shook his head and sighed. There was a box of Concentrating Flowers on the seat, weighing about half a pound.

Break it with boiling water, take a sip, and you will feel refreshed.

Zhang Cheng laughed: "You have condensed the Yin Spirit, and you are a little ignorant. What can a true immortal do? Those legendary immortals can't control everything."

"Are there really immortals in the world?"

Zhou Yi immediately became interested. Magical skills, magic weapons and mounts are just means to protect the Tao. The ultimate pursuit of all cultivators is immortality.

Countless demons have been killed and demons have been eliminated. Some big demons with deep backgrounds believe that there are immortals in the world, but it's a pity that the specific content is not clear.

The fragments of memory revealed in the demon and monster illustrations will be slightly more detailed for important memories, while others will appear broad.

Specific descriptions are similar to encyclopedias or biography of characters.

"Maybe, I've only heard some rumors that seem true or false."

Zhang Cheng pointed at Yan Chixiao's scroll and said, "We look at the Taoist Buddha just like ordinary people look at Yan Chixiao's scroll. How can we find out the truth?"

Zhou Yi shrugged. He really did explore it. The White Lotus Evil Buddha might be an immortal being.

The Demon Atlas issued rewards, which means that the Evil Buddha did die, and then came back to life not long after.

There are people in the world who recite his scriptures, that is, they return from death.

"Another kind of immortality?"

Zhou Yi smiled slightly: "Wait until the Evil Buddha is completely alive, and then brush it again..."

When fighting with the Evil Buddha, it was found that the power it exerted came from incense. The newly born Evil Buddha had less incense, so it was easier to kill.

Zhou Yi was not only for the Atlas reward, but also studied how to kill it completely to eliminate future troubles.

When his colleagues divided the Concentration Flower equally, thanked happily and left, Zhou Yi closed his eyes and meditated, and turned his attention to the prison.

The demon slayer captain has already distributed the tasks, three Yi prisons and six Bing prisons.

This amount of tasks is a bit abnormal for a new prisoner!