I have a heavenly book of merit and virtue

Chapter 7 Sloppy Taoist
  When I left the old woman's house, it was already noon.

As usual, a little merit was received, bringing Chen Yan's merit to two points.

To be honest, after tasting the sweetness of peeling the puppet's 100 points of merit, Chen Yan was so "touched" that he wanted to cry for just one good deed every day.

However, no matter how short a mosquito’s legs are, they are still meat, as the saying goes?

The short ones are also very cute.

When he was going out, Chen Yan noticed that several people from the Rebirth Cult in white clothes were walking in and out of the shack area.

The slum area where the old woman is located is the poorest area in Shanxi Town. It is populated by disaster victims and refugees who have settled in Shanxi Town. It can be said that these refugees in the slum area are the best development targets for the Rebirth Cult.

Chen Yan could only do nothing to help him. He could only tell the old woman not to believe in the words of the Rebirth Cult and to stay away from those who believed in the Rebirth Cult. As for other people, Chen Yan had no choice but to hope that the Shanxi County Government would pay attention to it as soon as possible. to this strange organization.

After leaving the slum area, Chen Yan did not rush home, but headed straight towards the inner city.

Before going out today, he took all his net worth, 948 coins, with him. The purpose of course was to buy a new hatchet at the blacksmith shop in the inner city.

However, just after leaving, Chen Yan was blocked by a figure.

Chen Yan looked up warily and saw that the owner of the figure was a slovenly old Taoist priest.

But I saw that the old Taoist's beard and hair were white, shaped like withered grass, his face was wine-red, and his eyes were drunk. The Taoist robe on his body was full of oil and dirt. A flying fish pattern with two wings could be vaguely seen on the Taoist robe. It could be heard clearly from afar, and the passers-by all stayed away with disgust on their faces.

"What do you mean by this?"

Chen Yan asked with a wary look.

"hey-hey."

The sloppy Taoist smiled, and said with embarrassment:
  "Brother, can you lend me a tael of silver to buy some wine? Tomorrow you can use this to go to the Shanxi County government office to find me. Don't worry, little brother, I know all the rules. I'll be home at the end of the day."

As he spoke, he took out a copper seal and handed it over. The seal had a dragon head, a fish body, and wings under its belly. It was quite similar to the flying fish on the old Taoist robe, or it could be said that it was the same creature.

Chen Yan looked at the old man like a fool.

What is the difference between this and "I, Qin Shihuang, make money"?
  Moreover, this sloppy old Taoist looked wretched and cunning, and he did not look like a good person at first glance. He was far different from the Taoist priest of Baiyun Guan Guan who had an immortal style.

Shaking his head, Chen Yan didn't bother to say another word, turned around and walked around the sloppy Taoist, and continued towards the inner city.

The old Taoist priest didn't borrow money and didn't pester him, but he didn't leave easily either.

He just hung up behind Chen Yan, following him not far or close.

Chen Yan glanced at it and ignored it.

If his legs are on someone else's body, how can he care where they go?

But if the other party has evil thoughts in his heart, he will let the old man have a taste of the hatchet in his hand!
  In this way, the two of them walked in tandem. In about half an hour, Shanxi Blacksmith Shop was in sight.

Before entering, Chen Yan saw many people coming in and out of the blacksmith shop.

Due to the several massacres caused by the Skinned Puppet, everyone in Shanxi Town is now in danger. Those who can seek refuge elsewhere naturally do so. Those who really have no way to leave can only find ways to protect themselves, and to protect themselves, Naturally, there is nothing better than buying some weapons for self-defense.

Standing at the door of the blacksmith shop, I saw that the blacksmith shop was in full swing, and a wave of heat hit my face.

Chen Yan raised his feet and was about to go in when he heard the sloppy old man behind him, who had been following him to the blacksmith shop, suddenly say:
  "Ordinary weapons can't hurt Xie Sui."

When Chen Yan heard this, he stopped, turned around, and looked at the sloppy old man with a wary expression: "What do you mean?"

Facing Chen Yan's gaze, the old Taoist didn't care and said lazily:
  "Didn't your boy just kill an evil spirit recently?"

As he said that, he looked Chen Yan up and down again, focusing on the middle finger that had become scabbed with blood, and if he had some enlightenment:

"So it's the yang blood in the heart that breaks the evil spirit? Well, the qi and blood are overflowing. It seems that the blood exchange has just happened not long ago. The blood exchange martial artist's yang blood in the heart has a trace of innate pure yang energy. The boy is lucky, he accidentally hit it."

Before he finished speaking, the old man changed the subject:
  "But there is only so much innate pure Yang Qi in a person. If you use a little bit, you will lose one point. It will be extremely difficult to make up for it. If too much Yang blood is consumed, your life will not be long."

Speaking of this, the sloppy old Taoist looked at Chen Yan with a smile and said:
  "How about it? Do you still plan to buy ordinary weapons? Forgive me, these ordinary weapons can only be used against ordinary people. If you face those evil ghosts again, these ordinary weapons are useless. You can only continue to consume the yang blood in your heart. But there are some powerful evil spirits, and even the Yang blood in the heart is useless."

"So...Young man, do you still want to persist?"

"Is it your fault last night?!!"

All of a sudden!
  Chen Yan's eyes were like lightning, his eyes were fixed on the sloppy Taoist, and his right hand had already grasped the handle of the hatchet at some point.

"Hey, hey, hey, you kid, don't be slanderous. I'm a man who feeds the government, and I won't do such things as giving birth to a son with a rotten asshole." The old Taoist screamed.

Chen Yan frowned and asked without saying whether he believed it or not:

"Ordinary weapons are useless, so what weapons are useful? Magical weapons?"

"Hey! Even if I give you a magical weapon now, you can't use it." The sloppy old man chuckled and said meaningfully:
  "But, apart from magic weapons, there are other ways to hurt evil spirits."

"what way?"

The old man didn't answer, but took off the empty wine gourd from his waist, shook it, and smashed it into his mouth. The meaning was self-evident.

Seeing this, Chen Yan touched the nine hundred and forty-eight coins in his arms with hesitation on his face.

Seemingly seeing Chen Yan's difficulties, the old Taoist said with a smile:

"Don't worry, my method only costs a hundred pence."

Half an hour later.

Chen Yan came out of a wine shop with an expressionless face. Behind him, the slovenly old man drank a swig of wine with great satisfaction. At the end, he burped heavily.

"What you just said had better be true, otherwise I will chop you with a knife." Chen Yan said expressionlessly.

The total net worth was only 948 cash, and the veteran spent half of it directly. The remaining 400 cash was not even enough for Chen Yan to eat for three days.

He had decided that if the old man was lying to him, he would sink the old man into the pond and feed it to the fish.

The old Taoist's hand holding the wine gourd shook and he said dissatisfiedly: "You are a young man, but your murderous intention is not small. Don't be so murderous..."

"Let's follow the old way."

With that said, he hooked the wine gourd and headed in a certain direction.

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(End of this chapter)