Ji Taoist

At night.

Hu Bing, Pang De and Yan Buji sat in the room and discussed the next action plan.

"Although the various affairs of the worship hall have been assigned today, there are too many people after all, and most people probably won't do their work sincerely." Hu Bing said.

"We must do our work well here. Junior brother, do you have a photo stone?"

"Yes."

"Well, every time we have a task, we must take a photo record. I will find a way to record the time and place of each cultivator's mission, so that if something goes wrong, it can't be blamed on us." Pang De said.

Yan Buji thought for a while: "Senior brother, doesn't Xuan Qian Dao prohibit the emperor from practicing martial arts? I think the emperor seems to be a martial artist at the first level of Qi Refining?"

"You mean he is a mortal martial artist in the realm of heaven and man, right? It doesn't matter. A martial artist can't become a big deal." Hu Bing waved his hand.

"As for the rest, on the secular side, Junior brother, please walk around more and go to those fireworks places to take a look."

"Fireworks place..." Yan Buji's face twitched.

Although I am strong, I am past that age.

But to be honest, they are older than me and have taken better care of themselves than Yan Buji, because they have been monks of Qingshan Sect since childhood.

This is the difference between casual cultivators and orthodox cultivators. At least in terms of appearance, if you don’t practice some skills or swallow anti-aging pills, you will definitely not stay young forever.

But Yan Buji doesn’t care about his appearance. It doesn’t matter if he has white hair and a haggard face.

As long as he has strength, it’s fine.

Pang De said: "It is unknown whether our deal with Hehe Sect is like this, but the main body is not here, so we just want to see if anyone deliberately makes trouble and express our attitude to the monks of Hehe Sect."

"I understand. I will go to the city to meet with the monks of Hehe Sect tomorrow."

"Please trouble you, junior brother."

"Okay, that's it for today, let's all rest."

"Yes, senior brother."

Each of them returned to their rooms. Yan Buji released his spiritual sense to sense and found that most of the surrounding rooms were banned.

Yan Buji didn't care much. After all, everyone was not familiar with each other when they met for the first time, and it was impolite to spy on others.

"In this case... I have to speed up the integration of the rage into the system." Yan Buji raised his hand and several talismans flew out of his sleeves. These were all common sealing talismans. Although they could not stop the prying of high-level monks, no one would pay attention to him as a cultivator in the Qi Refining Period.

Martial Arts Mysterious Skills!

Yan Buji's talent in martial arts is indeed amazing. This rage skill almost killed Yan Buji in the underworld. If he hadn't controlled his anger in time, he might not have come back.

But the exponential growth of his potential and combat power is much stronger than the first three levels of Yan Buji's operation. Because of this, he has a deep understanding of the power of the rage skill.

"This rage skill may be related to some kind of martial arts skill related to the seven emotions and six desires, but for me, anger is indeed the best way to stimulate potential."

If the growing anger can be controlled to a certain extent, it can be used to its power.

But martial arts itself is related to one's own body, unlike the practice of magic power, which does not have such high requirements for the body.

And the martial arts skill involves the five internal organs and six meridians, and everyone knows that the qi hurts the liver, so Yan Buji has to take good care of his liver.

During this period, Yan Buji's plan was to take care of his body before trying to integrate cultivation.

The next day.

Yan Buji went out early in the morning and walked around the city for a few rounds.

Most of the fireworks places are more lively in the evening, and there are few people in the morning.

However, the Qiandao Imperial City is bustling with people, and the vendors who set up stalls early in the morning have already started to prepare.

Yan Buji felt a scene that he had not experienced for a long time. He sat in front of a breakfast stall and smiled:

"Boss, a basket of buns and a bowl of porridge."

"Okay, old man, where are you from, not local, right?"

"Haha, come to visit an old friend." Yan Buji said casually.

The boss looked at him and said with a smile: "You are in good health, old man. My old father can hardly get out of bed."

"Is it nothing serious?"

"Ah, what's a big deal? The doctor said he can't live beyond this month. What can I do? I just hope my old father won't suffer too much in this last month." The boss shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Birth, aging, illness and death, the cycle of nature." Yan Buji smiled and ate breakfast.

Although ordinary food has no benefit for monks, it is still good to try it after a long absence.

Just like if I didn't take this difficult and arduous path of cultivation, I would probably lie in bed and wait for death.

Cultivation, cultivation, it's really fascinating.

"Boss, two baskets of buns, two dishes of side dishes."

"Okay, the two girls are here again... There are no seats. Do you think you two can share a table with this old gentleman?"

"Okay."

"Old gentleman, you think..."

"You two are free."

The two girls sat down, wearing long skirts and delicate makeup, not like ordinary people.

They looked at Yan Buji strangely, but didn't say anything.

There are already many cultivators in the imperial capital. Most of the offerings from various sects in the past few days are at the foundation-building level. The old man in front of them is only in the late stage of Qi Refining. He may be a casual cultivator from somewhere.

"Thank you, old man."

"Miss, you are welcome. Have you lived in the imperial capital for a long time?" Yan Buji asked while eating a bun.

"Hey, old man, we are in the flesh trade. I don't mind if you have spirit stones..."

"Hey, how can you talk to me like that? Don't blame me, I am both disciples of the Hehe Sect, and now I work in the Yingchun Tower in the city."

"Disciples of the Hehe Sect?"

Yan Buji glanced at them and nodded, "I am Huang Hao, a disciple of the Qingshan Sect. This time I also followed my senior brothers to the Worship Hall to work."

"Ah? You are a worshiper?!"

"I don't need to lie to you about this. Isn't Liu Ruhua, a disciple of your Hehe Sect, in our Qingshan Sect?"

"You know Senior Sister Liu?!"

The female cultivator next to her saw something wrong and hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, please come in, but it's rude that you haven't introduced yourself. I am Wang Yan of the Hehe Sect, and this is my junior sister Jin Renxin."

Looking at the eccentric Jin Renxin next to her, she stretched out her hand and grabbed it, as if waving to show her goodwill.

Yan Buji nodded: "This time, the senior brothers asked me to look around. If there is anything in Yingchun Tower, you can come to me. I will definitely help if I can handle it!"

"Thank you, senior brother. But since you know Senior Sister Liu, I wonder how she is doing in Qingshan Gate?"

Yan Buji thought for a while: "Very good, she also got a good ranking in our sect's Qi Refining Competition this time, and the disciples in the sect like her very much."

Jin Renxin smiled: "I am Senior Sister Liu, she has received the true teachings of the master!"

"Oh? Senior Sister Liu came from this place?" Yan Buji was a little surprised.

Wang Yan pulled Jin Renxin's sleeves, signaling her not to talk nonsense.

"Senior Brother Huang, since you are here, why not come and sit with us?"

"Sure, let's go."

"Boss, pay the bill!" Jin Renxin shouted.