The demon cultivators felt very bored.

I thought there was a fight, but after working for a while, I only found a group of victims. I hadn't been lazy for a long time, and they were sent back to count the money.

Counting money every day makes my hands cramp. It’s such a miserable life.

When they were in the demon world, they had a character that couldn't take any time off. Now in Chaowen, they really can't adapt to the life of Congliang. They just want to find opportunities to stretch their muscles every day, so as soon as they get off work, they start wandering around the city, looking for gangsters.

It is called maintaining justice.

They thought Zhuchen would scold them when they found out, but when Zhuchen saw it, not only did he not criticize their little thoughts, he patted them on the shoulder and said with great relief: "Well done."

They were also given an extra part-time salary, which was said to be the urban management salary.

They don't know where they are doing well, not to mention that they are good at using chicken feathers as arrows. Now that they have been approved by Zhuchen, their tails are raised to the sky. They walk with their heads held high, wishing that everyone would know——

Did you see it? This is an important task assigned to you!

They even feel that Zhuchen is more discerning and talented than Demon Lord. But they are all a family anyway, so there is not much difference.

However, after patrolling the city day and night for a few days, the excitement of the demon cultivators gradually faded away because they discovered that the reality was not so beautiful.

When I heard about this place, I didn't know what was going on. It was obviously a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and there were nearly a hundred monks from sects living here for a short period of time, but the order was very orderly.

Those monks, no matter how vicious they are towards the demonic cultivators on weekdays, in Chaowen, even their quarrels are peaceful and peaceful, and their faces are full of folds of love. The demonic cultivators cannot find fault even if they want to find fault.

Chance.

The demon cultivators also wasted their time that day. They patrolled two streets and found nothing. They were sitting on the street eating fried noodles when they suddenly noticed the sound of heavy and victorious footsteps coming from the distance.

They stopped their chopsticks and looked at the source of the sound in the same posture.

Followed by the phantoms of clothes, they passed by the street in front of them like the wind. If you listen carefully, you can still clearly hear the stern shouts remaining in the air:

"Old thief Xunshan, stop!"

"Taoist Xunshan, please speak clearly today, otherwise I will chase you to the end of the world and I will burn with you!"

"Tell me how this matter should end!"

"Xunshan, you hozen, if you can't do this, you and I will never share the same fate!"

"stop!"

Taoist Xunshan was wearing blue clothes and scurrying away. Although he was good at escaping, he was still panicked when being chased by so many people. He shouted out of breath: "Fellow Taoist Zhuchen, help me! Taoist Weixie, please help me."

This is all what Fellow Daoist Wei Lai asked me to do, and it has nothing to do with me! Fellow Daoist Wei Lai, you have to be responsible!"

Is this a fight?

The eyes of the demon cultivators instantly lit up, they threw down a spiritual stone and rushed out with a sinister smile.

As a result, the number of chasing and noisy people in the city changed from two groups to three. Passers-by saw them and started making noises and shouting on the side. They thought they were joking and clapped their hands and applauded along with them.

Taoist Xunshan looked back, his heart trembled, and his steps became stronger.

Not long after, Zhuchen, who heard the noise, finally found the source. Seeing Taoist Xunshan running toward her with an expression on the verge of tears, he hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Don't move! Don't fight! Stop it all!"

A large group of people stopped in front of her, blocking the street.

Taoist Xunshan fled behind Zhuchen and hid himself tremblingly. His old face was very easy to pick up and put down, and he didn't care if he was many rounds older than Zhuchen. He grabbed the hem of her clothes and whispered softly.

Said: "Fellow Taoist Zhuchen, you have to save me. I was completely tricked by your senior brother!"

"What are you talking about? The cooperation between the two of you is so close." Zhuchen said, "I think it is because of senior brother's guidance that your article breaks away from the nonsense and clichés and appears unique. It is just a bit heartbreaking.

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The monks who were touched felt sad again, and their expressions were even more unwilling than that of Taoist Xunshan.

Zhuchen can understand them, but he feels a little more regretful.

I originally thought that I could develop GDP from the habit of sending blades, but I didn't expect that their blades are shipped quickly, the mission must be achieved, and they are a real-life version.

"Fellow Taoist Zhuchen, you must give me justice!" A monk took the newspaper out of his arms. The paper was wrinkled and tattered. It could be seen that he had suffered the anger of everyone and had died for Taoist Xunshan.

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"What is this writing about? Money is not an issue, the main thing is this..."

Since money is not a problem, then nothing is a problem. Zhuchen immediately said: "There is joy and sorrow in this world. I think the story is logically written smoothly, so there is no big problem. Why are you so dissatisfied?"

It's easy for everyone to tell. Their previous enthusiasm was all for Feng Buye's gossip. The content of the last few issues became more and more wrong, and I realized that Xunshan, an old thief, was selling dog meat with sheep's heads. The stories he wrote were inconsistent with those of Feng Buye.

Daojun didn't have much connection, and the feelings they invested were wasted.

If the story was perfectly written, that would be fine. They just watched it casually to pass the time. But they spent so much energy and were about to memorize the article, but Xunshan mixed it with poisonous wine that had been brewed for who knows how many years.

…

Now they can't let go of it, and they can't bear to read it. What should they do?

For monks to practice Taoism, their state of mind is extremely important. After reading Xunshan's article, it stuck in their consciousness like a mace. It was really too much.

Zhuchen listened to their chaotic expressions of their feelings, and sighed with a lofty expression: "This is also a kind of training. How can you climb the great road if you are disturbed by foreign objects so easily? The realm of Taoist friends has not been broken through for a long time.

Bar?"

All the monks said: "..." The wound in their hearts seemed to have been severely stepped on again.

Why are the people they hear so cruel?

Zhuchen pointed to the demon cultivators in the back row and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ye Qing and others were afraid that the monks would shake hands and make peace, but it would not be easy to show it in front of Zhuchen, so they walked around in a circle and said, "We... we will just stroll around."

Zhuchen didn't pay much attention to them, and said to the monk: "You can't fight inside Chaowen. I also know that it's more uncomfortable to chase, so why not do this? I'll ask fellow Taoist Xunshan to add an update to the novel in the next issue of the journal, so that's all right

Bar?"

The monk's ears twitched and he asked spinelessly: "How much more?"

Zhuchen looked at Xunshan. Xunshan blinked innocently and asked in a low voice: "How much more?"

Zhuchen: "How much do you think your life is worth?"

Xunshan sobbed: "Then add one...two chapters! I will write two more chapters in the next issue!"

The attitude of the monks has indeed softened a lot.

Zhuchen waved his hand and said: "It's gone. If Master Xunshan is frightened and sick, who else can write to you?"

Everyone thought the same thing, and the crowd sparsely backed away.

The demon cultivator was extremely disappointed and muttered: "You've come here, why are you leaving like this?"

The monk said: "What can we do? Chaowen has a Taoist Lord here! We only have a small life. We got into trouble, and we don't have Taoist friend Zhuchen to protect us."

Ye Qing thought for a while and whispered: "Fighting is not allowed, but sparring is okay? If it's not possible in the city, it's okay outside the city, right?"

The monks stopped. Both sides began to look at each other and evaluate their respective strengths. Then a flame ignited in their eyes.

The monk saw that they were demonic cultivators and this was the mortal world, so he was naturally not afraid. He sneered and asked, "Are you sure? If you lose then, don't cry to fellow Taoist Zhuchen."

When Ye Qing and others heard the familiar shouting, they immediately cheered up and shouted in a loud voice, "It's our turn to say this! Look at your frail body, can you even go to the martial arts field?"

Monk: "What a loud tone! We Taoist cultivators love such handsome appearance. Look at a handsome man like Taojun, who is as graceful, smooth and unrestrained as the snow in spring, do you think he can't be beaten?"

Ye Qing waved: "Come on, come on, stop talking nonsense."

What bad intentions can the demon cultivators have? They just want to exercise.

When Feng Weiye returned to the city, there were a few newspapers scattered on the streets, no one was taking care of them. The city center was much quieter than before, and several shops were closed.

This situation has rarely happened since Chaowen flourished. Zhuchen has very high requirements for the street environment and does not allow people to spit or throw away.

Feng Buye picked up one, glanced at it briefly, and saw words like "devil", "disaster", and "god of death". He tightened his fingers, put it away, and brought it back to the house.

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He sat at the table and read the article carefully, and then it froze behind the table like a rock, with a gloomy expression and eyes that were in a trance.

When the light outside the window began to change, Zhuchen knocked hard on the door outside, suddenly calling him back to his senses.

"Master!" she shouted, "are you there?"

Before Feng Buye had time to speak, she already pushed the door open in a familiar way and walked up to him in several strides.

"Master, you are awake, why don't you make a sound?" Zhuchen put a plate of washed fruits in front of him, "The season has changed recently and the weather has been dry. Master, please eat more fruits."

She glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of the newspaper on the table. Feng Buye subconsciously tried to cover it with the newspaper, raised her hand, and then remembered that she must have read it.

"Are you also reading the newspaper?" Zhuchen laughed out loud, "Today a group of monks came to settle accounts with Taoist Xunshan. Fortunately, I saved him in the city. Look at the twists and turns and bizarre stories he wrote, if it weren't for

He is making money for me, and I want to fight him when I see him."

Feng Buye folded the newspaper flat and placed it in the farthest corner.

Zhuchen continued: "They are going to fight outside the city now, and they have set up a martial arts arena with those demon cultivators, and everyone is following to watch the fun. Forget it, let them go, I'm afraid they will hold it in for a long time.

Sickness is coming."

When Zhuchen saw Feng Buye, he was a little absent-minded. He bent down and stared at him twice, then waved his hand in front of him and said with a smile: "Master, don't pay attention to what is written on it. It is all nonsense. My recent treatment technique
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