Heimu Mountain.

The noisy crowd outside Yunlong Temple was quiet for a moment.

The rogues who were scrambling to fish in the water and shouting to ask Chen Bafang for Fumi were silent at this moment, and they couldn't fart for a long time.

Why don't you play by the rules?

Isn’t this Taoist priest afraid of intensifying conflicts and causing civil unrest and slandering Yunlongguan?

How dare he?

An old man in the crowd who looked like a master in a gorgeous dress frowned. It was a bit tricky if Chen Bafang didn't take their tricks.

But the problem is not big. Taoist Chen opened his mouth alone to resist the public opinion and the roar of the crowd.

really.

Just then, a sound erupted from the crowd again.

I saw a ragged victim lying on the ground, crying and snatching the earth:

"I have an 80-year-old mother and three-year-old child. How can we survive without Formi?"

"Yes, how can the True Lord not save people? We believe in the True Lord so much and recite and pray for blessings every day."

"Does the True Lord want to watch us all starve to death?"

"The True Lord will not fail to save us. It must be this Taoist priest who took the chicken feathers as a command arrow and handed over the Fumi."

"You're right, hand over Fumi quickly."

"This Taoist priest is not upright, so we keep Fumi for the True Lord."

“…”

Under the incitement of a group of victims, the conflict suddenly intensified, and many people shouted to ask Chen Bafang to hand over Fumi, and the situation gradually got out of control.

It is impossible for Fumi to hand over it casually. These people obviously came prepared. Giving Fumi not only won’t ease the conflict, but also made them think that Chen Bafang is easy to bully and gain more greed.

At that time, we will definitely ask for more, such as asking the True Lord to show his spirit to send them a wife or something.

Chen Bafang's eyes swept over, and the person who was mingling in the crowd and stirring up emotions was not a disaster victim at all, but a rogue bully dressed up as a disaster victim.

Someone must have instructed them behind their actions.

Although Chen Bafang didn't care at all, he would still feel annoyed if there were too many flies.

True Lord has compassion and thunderous means.

A rogue pretending to be a disaster victim saw the mountain of Fumi behind Chen Bafang, with a trace of greed in his eyes.

Zhenjun’s Fortune rice is all the best rice, which is much better than the moldy and old rice that the grain merchants don’t eat.

Since the True Lord’s Fortune rice was only distributed to poor families, the local gentry could only eat moldy rice.

So recently, the powerful people in Liangzhou City have been collecting Fumi at high prices.

Such a bag of Formula can sell ten taels of white silver.

It's enough to spend a lot of money on the rogues.

As the saying goes, the Taoist dies for money and birds die for food.

The rascal who was scrambling to fish seemed to see a mountain of gold and silver, and was about to rush in to grab Fumi with a shout.

"The True Lord appeared and sent a dream to tell me that I would give all these Formis to us."

"It's true, I dreamed too."

"Hahaha, thank you Zhenjun. I will definitely burn two more incense sticks for Zhenjun."

A burly and strong man laughed, reached out to grab a bag of Fumi, turned around and left.

However, the next moment, the noisy crowd became quiet strangely.

A series of terrifying eyes fell on the strong man. The rogues who pretended to be victims and stirred up their emotions were frightened and their crotch was wet.

"What's wrong with you?"

The strong man noticed something was wrong and reached out to scratch his head but couldn't touch his head.

Wait, where is my head?

My head is gone.

The strong man reacted and found in disbelief that he was holding a bloody head that was not Fumi in his hand.

The rogue who disguised himself as a disaster victim only saw the strong man walking into the Taoist temple for a while, and then a headless corpse walked out with his head held up.

What's scary is that the strong man seemed to have not realized it and thought he was still alive.

thump.

The strong man who took advantage of the robbery and rushed into the Taoist temple to grab Fumi, suddenly fell to the ground.

It was completely cold.

From the beginning to the end, Chen Bafang stood there without moving, but just looked at them calmly.

Bang! Bang!

Not long after, several more corpses with lost heads were thrown out.

These people all quietly climbed over the wall and stole Fumi, but were stabbed by Tie Hanhan, and his head was chopped off and his body was thrown out.

After a while, dozens of corpses lay outside the Taoist temple, and they were almost piled up into a hill.

Yunlong Temple in this deep mountain forest seemed to have become a man-eating evil spirit, and would die if you go in.

Walk in and lie out.

Extremely terrifying.

Seeing the corpses all over the ground, the rogue who disguised as victims and was almost crazy.

They thought that the law would not punish the masses, and even inciting the people to steal Fumi, the Taoist priest, would not do anything to them.

Unexpectedly, Chen Bafang really dared to kill people.

"Devil, you are the Devil!"

A disciple of the Beggar Gang with a ragged dress and holding a broken bowl in his hands was frightened and resentful, pointing at Chen Bafang's nose and shouting.

Dang chuck!

The next moment, a ghost-headed sword broke out and slaughtered it with a terrifying force.

With a click, the beggar's head rolled on the ground and blood splattered three feet.

"The bold demon Taoist actually murdered people in broad daylight! Is there any king's law? Is there any law?"

A scholar who looked like a scholar among the people came forward, and he was also ordered to test Chen Bafang. Unexpectedly, Chen Bafang's reaction was so fierce that he directly killed someone.

But Xiucai Sun is different from these rogue bullies. He has fame and fortune. As long as he is not guilty of rebellion or the county magistrate, he cannot easily kill him.

What's more, a mere rural Taoist priest.

"Surprise."

The ultimate mouth smell the purest enjoyment.

Chen Bafang just glanced at Sun Xiucai coldly, and a terrifying murderous aura swept over.

Tiehanhan, no matter whether you are a scholar or something, you just raise your hand and just slash it.

When Sun Xiucai was in trouble, he was cut off by a sword by the spirit ghost and died with his eyes closed.

The rogue who pretended to be a disaster victim wanted to sneak away when he saw this, but saw Tie Hanhan carrying a ghost-headed sword turned into a gust of wind to catch up with him, and split the man in half with a click.

Blood splattered the rassrogue next to him.

Ordinary people cannot see spirit ghosts, they can only see a ghost-headed sword flying through the wind, and no one can take it.

Is this the unpredictable method of Taoist priests?

"Who instructed you to come?" Chen Bafang asked in front of the scared gangster rogue.

The old man Jinyi, who was mixed in the crowd, felt something was wrong, so he quickly put oil on his feet and slipped away.

Unexpectedly, he was still one step slower.

The rascal scoundrel dared not hide it, and pointed to the direction of the old man Jinyi: "It was Mr. Feng who gave us ten taels of silver and asked us to come over to make trouble. Great immortal, please spare your life."

"Whose Butler Feng is?"

"I know that he is the confidant of Huang Siye Huang, the Huang family in Liangzhou City."

"The Fourth Master Huang runs a grain shop. When the people receive Fumi, they will naturally not go to the Huang family to buy grain again. The grain price has plummeted and the Huang family's underwear has fallen off. No wonder they have to send someone to make trouble."

"The price of rice sold by the Huang family is almost up to gold, and the conscience is very bad."

Butler Feng secretly shouted "No, it's too late to run away."

A splash of sword light shone on Butler Feng's face.
To be continued...