Chapter 730: Evil Cultivator (Second Update)

"You didn't know that the family has changed before. I don't blame you, but Brother Liu Xian, have you ever thought about how you can pay back after receiving so many benefits? How much salary does a county magistrate receive in a year?"

Wang Tianwen said meaningfully that if this trend continues, if Liu Xian becomes an official, he will most likely be a corrupt official.

He had received so many benefits before he became an official. When he became an official, the wealthy businessmen who had provided benefits to his family came to ask for help. Will Liu Xian help or not?

Before that, every time he mentioned the wealthy businessmen and powerful people, Liu Xian would always look disdainful, saying that officials were a slave to the common people, and when he became an official, he would definitely become an upright official. Because of this, Liu Xian and Sun Jiawen couldn't talk.

Now! Liu Xian couldn't say such words and felt guilty.

Liu Xian frowned. What Wang Tianwen said was true. The fields, manors, furniture, and silk silks that their family occupied totaled more than ten thousand taels. Even if he became an official immediately, it would take him decades to pay them off.

He now fully understands the meaning of the saying that people in Zhumen will freeze to death on the road where wine and meat are so stinky. Their family is well-fed and well-clothed, but their neighbors still eat bran-thick vegetables and live in shabby thatched huts.

"Brother Tianwen, you have a lot of ideas, please give me an idea."

Wang Tianwen shook his head and said, "I can't help you with this matter. Ultimately, it's a matter of money. There's no way I can help you get a lot of money."

Before coming to the Central Plains, Wang Tianwen brought thousands of taels of silver with him, but he didn't use much of it. He had already inedged and did not need to eat. He was wearing robes, which were warm in winter and cool in summer.

Liu Xian's parents, brothers and sisters all want to live a good life. There is nothing wrong with this, but the method is wrong. Wang Tianwen is not a Bodhisattva, so where can he get them a lot of money? Robbery from the rich and giving to the poor? He wouldn't do such a thing.

In the final analysis, it is greed that causes trouble.

Liu Xian sighed and frowned.

Why doesn't he understand this? Now he needs tens of thousands of taels of silver to solve his family's problems. The question is, where can he get tens of thousands of taels of silver?

"By the way, my third uncle has been busy recently. You can stay at my house for a few days. In a few days, I will take you to the county seat to meet my third uncle and ask him to explain the operation of business to you."

"No problem, I don't have anything important to do anyway."

Wang Tianwen smiled and agreed. During the three-month vacation, he planned to travel around Qufu County.

Seven days passed quickly. Liu Xian accompanied Wang Tianwen on a sightseeing tour and recited poems.

This morning, they were drinking tea and chatting on the top of the mountain. Looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, they each wrote a poem.

"Brother Tianwen, the scenery here is pretty good! Let's do two more poems, I'll do it first..."

Before Liu Xian finished speaking, Wang Tianwen looked into the distance and saw a huge cloud flying from a high altitude in the distance at a very fast speed.

"Brother Tianwen, we'll talk later, someone is coming."

Not long after, a cloud fell in front of them.

There were seven men and two women standing on top of the cloud, three foundation-building monks and six Qi-refining monks.

"Hey, brother Jiawen, why is it you?"

Wang Tianwen let out a light sigh, and his eyes fell on Sun Jiawen.

"What? Do you know Tianwen?"

An old man in red robes in his early fifties asked doubtfully. He has the cultivation level of the fourth level of foundation building.

"Master, this Brother Tianwen is my disciple's classmate."

Wang Tianwen clasped his hands into fists and said politely: "I, Wang Tianwen, have met all of you fellow Taoists."

"I'm Zhao Feng, are you interested in Daoyou Wang joining us to slay the demons?"

"Monster? What demon?"

Sun Jiawen briefly explained that it turned out that a group of evil cultivators gathered at the junction of Pingjiang County and Dongyang County, where the mountains are high and the forests are dense, making it difficult to detect. They robbed and killed passers-by and practiced magic. Zhao Feng was ordered to exterminate this group. Evil practice.

"Brother Tianwen, it is the responsibility of monks like us to kill demons and protect the people. Do you want to join us?" Sun Jiawen said excitedly.

It was his first time to go out for training, so he was inevitably a little excited.

"No, I'm just a student. I believe Fellow Daoist Zhao can handle it."

In the Yan Dynasty, there were immortal cultivators serving in the county government, specializing in handling such matters. Wang Tianwen did not have an official position, so he would take the initiative to deal with it.

After all, his family has instilled in him the concept since he was a child: not to help outsiders easily and not to be a bad person.

If the family asked him to go, Wang Tianwen would naturally have no problem.

Of course, the government itself can solve the problem. There are immortal cultivators in counties, prefectures and prefectures. Wang Tianwen believes that even if he doesn't go, Zhao Feng and others can wipe out the evil cultivators.

"It's just a matter of dealing with a few evil cultivators. I can handle it. Since fellow Taoist Wang doesn't want to go, then forget it. Everyone has their own ambitions. Let's go! Let's go early and come back early."

Zhao Feng pinched the magic technique, and the white clouds suddenly accelerated and flew away into the distance at a very fast speed.

Not long after, they disappeared into the horizon.

Liu Xian frowned slightly and stopped talking.

It's hard for him to talk about immortal cultivators. He is just a commoner now.

"Brother Tianwen, will they be okay?"

Liu Xian hesitated for a moment and said worriedly.

"I believe they can handle it and nothing will happen. If they are really short of manpower, they can ask for help from above."

Liu Xian nodded. After learning that there were evil cultivators causing trouble, they had no intention of reciting poems and composing poems. After sitting on the mountain for a while, they went down the mountain.

Night fell, and darkness enveloped the earth.

Liujia Village was quiet. Wang Tianwen was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, meditating and adjusting his breath.

A large white glow enveloped his body, and traces of white mist poured into his mouth and nose.

Suddenly, a deafening roar reached my ears.

Wang Tianwen frowned slightly, and the white glow on his body quickly dissipated. He opened his eyes with a gloomy look.

He let go of his consciousness and found several auras of immortal cultivators running towards his location very quickly.

Wang Tianwen suddenly thought of Zhao Feng and others. He secretly screamed and rushed out of his residence.

Zhao Feng and Sun Jiawen drove a cyan shuttle to escape in a hurry, their expressions were panicked.

To be honest, the evil cultivator had three foundation-building monks, but those zombies were in trouble. Everything was fine at first, but two of the county government's Qi-refining period priests suddenly rebelled and attacked from behind. One of the foundation-building monks died tragically on the spot. Zhao Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng took Sun Jiawen and fled for his life.

Behind them, there was a black cloud several feet high, and there were faint sounds of howling ghosts and wolves.

Zhao Feng's face was filled with darkness. He had been poisoned by corpse poison, and the magic power in his body was rapidly disappearing.

"Quack!"

A weird ghostly roar sounded, and three huge skulls flew toward them, spitting out countless black filaments from their mouths, turning into a huge black net, covering the two masters and apprentices Zhao Feng.

With a pinch of Zhao Feng's method, the light of the blue flying shuttle increased greatly, and its speed more than doubled. He used two red talismans, which turned into two red fire pythons with thick waists, and rushed toward the black net.