Seeing everyone competing to clean up the battlefield, Bai Fan recalled more than 2,000 surviving Taoist guardians on the battlefield. Although these people failed to kill the enemy from the underworld, they did not allow the enemy to break through the defense line. Many people even sacrificed their lives for it. Everyone used secret techniques to sacrifice all their skills.

"Senior Brother Ziyang, let me go and wrap the Daomen's children in the wounds. Many people are even poisoned. They must be eliminated in time."

The old Taoist Ziyang took back the long sword and took out a small white jade bottle from his arms. "Before he came, the old Taoist went to ask for some pills from his uncle Du Ming's nephew just in case. This is a bottle of detoxification pill, which is melted with clear water. All the disciples take it and the normal poison can be removed."

“So great!”

At this time, the skills of the Taoist guardian swordsmen had not yet dissipated, so most of them were not injured and helped take care of their fellow disciples. In fact, less than two hundred were actually poisoned and injured.

Because the enemy's attacks are vicious, they are basically fatal, and they will not be left with disability or serious injuries. It is easy to treat this way.

When Bai Fan heard Zi Yang talk about Du Wuming, he slapped his thigh. He was really negligent. If he had been more cautious at the beginning and brought Du Wuming, the situation would never be like this. With his endless use of Du Wuming, even a five thousand army would have to peel off a layer of skin.

"Oh, it's a pity that our Taoist disciples are all good at practicing Taoism in the deep mountains. They have lost some killing power for many years. They fight against the truly ruthless killer and suffer a great loss.

It’s not that our humans lack skills. In fact, our three thousand guardians have been trained by you and me. Martial arts and swordsmanship are generally above the enemy, but they have martial arts and no intention to kill, just like a sword that has not opened its edge.

Now that I have used the secret technique, I have destroyed all my skills, and my years of cultivation have disappeared in an instant. It’s a pity.” Zi Yang Zhenren said with emotion.

At this time, a middle-aged Taoist priest next to him spoke, "The first seat does not need to be like this. First, as a Taoist guardian, we have the responsibility to contribute to the Taoist sect. Second, we protect the immortal food for the people of the world. Even if we die, we will have no complaints. What is the worth of our skills?

We are originally practitioners of Taoism. It is not a good thing that we have given up our skills and return to the essence to achieve the best of our great ways."

When Bai Fan heard this, he said, "Okay, this person has a good heart and asked, "Dao you dare to ask for the title of Taoist lord?"

"Daozi doesn't have to be too polite. I'm Mr. Pan, and Dao's name is Tixuan."

"Master Tixuan..."

After hearing the name, Bai Fan fell into deep thought. He thought, indeed, no wonder he could see so openly. It turned out that this hermit was also a famous hermit in history. Pan Shizheng was a famous Taoist priest in the early Tang Dynasty. He studied under the Taoist genius of Wang Yuanzhi. He lived in seclusion in Maoshan for 20 years and practiced Taoism for 20 years. After he achieved success in his practice, he vigorously developed the Taoist Maoshan Sect in the north. He was the eleventh generation master of the Maoshan Sect in Shangqing.

Ziyang Zhenren nodded and said, "What Mr. Tixuan said is very true. The old Taoist is persistent and attaches too much importance to martial arts. After all, he is a famous master and a high disciple. Yuan knew that his friend had such disciples, and there were successors in the Shangqing lineage.

Since everyone has lost all their strength this time, the important responsibility of the Taoist guardian will no longer be borne by you in the future. From now on, you can devote yourself to practicing Taoism without following the constraints of the Taoist order in the world. Unless you rebel against the Taoist do evil, you will be a hero of Taoism and respected by the Taoist sect in the world."

These two thousand people heard the words of Ziyang Zhenren and stood up to salute, "Thank you for your understanding."

Taoist sect is actually a hodgepodge group that has attracted many organizations over the years. In addition, due to the different opinions of the predecessors, many branches have been opened, so Taoist sect has many complex schools.

In order to manage this huge organization, the Taoist Sect jointly elected the first real person of the Taoist Sect to control the Taoist Sect and ordered the Taoist Sect to follow the Dharma. All disciples of all branches of the Taoist Sect must obey the constraints and provide support when the Taoist Sect order issues tasks.

The Taoist guardian is actually a branch of various schools with high martial arts skills, and each of them has a strong martial arts skills, and is trained to inherit swordsmanship and martial arts in the Taoist sect. When it is necessary to protect the law and protect the Tao, you must stand up.

This is a rule that has been passed down for thousands of years, so all official members of the Taoist sect must abide by. Whether they are people who have entered the world to practice or those who have left the world to retire, the Taoist sect will be a major event and must do their best.

Of course, if you have obligations, you will have corresponding privileges. The Taoist guardian has a high status in the Taoist sect, and he is also welcomed by high-level Taoist temples when he goes out and walks, etc.

However, these are really a restraining shackle for the Taoist masters who are truly hermits. Now that they can break the shackles, many people are still happy from the bottom of their hearts.

The troop transport ships on the riverside transported the soldiers on the south bank one by one. More and more people here participated in cleaning the battlefield. The enemy and us combined and more than 10,000 troops were killed in battle. It took three days to clean up the battlefield alone.

Just when everyone was busy, a new situation occurred on the Zuo Guard Army, who was responsible for guarding the immortal grain.

Some people unknowingly approach the pile of food on the grounds of protecting food.

No, it should be said that square boxes are neatly arranged, which are uniquely made by Bai Fanling Mohist family. They are convenient for carrying and preventing theft. Unless the whole box is transported away, they cannot open these boxes without special methods.

Even if you steal the box, you may have to smash it with violent means.

"Ah? Wang Qi, why are you doing with the fire note? Where did you get the fire note?"

A scream alarmed everyone who was silently cleaning up the battlefield.

When everyone looked up, they saw flames thrown onto the pile of boxes dripping with tinder oil.

At the same time, screams came, and many people looked at their closest comrades in their daily lives in disbelief. Why? Why do you want to light the fire?

The fire started to ignite with a loud bang, and then the soldier named Wang Qi sneered: "Haha, idiot, I naturally took the fire note to ignite it, and only this raging flame is suitable for this beautiful scene at this time."

The soldier next to him was furious and pulled out his waist knife, chopping down Wang Qi with one knife, and many soldiers followed him to cut over the ignition soldiers.

"Why? Why do you need this? This is fairy grain, which can make countless immortal grains live. Didn't you tell me that your whole family was starved to death by seven people?"

Wang Qi, who was lying in a pool of blood, smiled cruelly and said, "Why?

Humph! I don’t call myself Wang Qi at all. My name is Lu Qi. I am from the Lu family of Fanyang. Not only me, but they, but they are also from them. They are either the Li family of Longxi or the Cui family of Qinghe. They all have their origins.

As for my whole family starved to death? Hahaha, they were not starved to death, but were cruelly killed by the imperial army.

Immortal grain? So what if there are countless living people? What is the use of countless living people but not people from aristocratic families?"

"What's going on? Who set the fire? Put it out quickly, put it out quickly!" Hou Junji turned around and looked at the raging fire and shouted wildly.

Xue Wanjun was collecting the body of Xuanjia Army. He looked up and said, "Damn, my fairy food!"

He ran over desperately, took off his robe and went to put out the fire, but the wooden grain transport box that had been poured with too much tincture oil by hundreds of water bags caught fire everywhere. Before they could go up to rescue, the fire was already soaring into the sky.

Hou Junji hugged Xue Wanjun tightly, who was about to rush towards the fire. This guy was going crazy.

Xue Wanjun struggled for a long time, but when he saw that he could not be rescued, he collapsed on the ground dejectedly, remembering the sacrifices of Zhang Shigui and Zhai Changsun, all for this little food. Now, he has turned into ashes.

Xue Wanjun, full of anger, turned around and threw Hou Junji to the ground, punching Hou Junji, "Damn monkey, did you come to set fire on purpose? You give me back the fairy grain and return me to the fairy grain! That was exchanged for the Xuanjia Army's life, you give us back!"
Chapter completed!