I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 360 Chaos
But Zhang Chen still felt a little uneasy. Huang Tiandao had planned too much for Xiao Douding, so how could he let Xiao Douding go so easily?
But now Zhang Chen has no way to help the little kid. Even he himself has no place to settle down. How can he help the little kid?

"Junior brother, don't worry, I will take good care of myself." The little kid looked at Zhang Chen with a smile, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder, saying in a contemptuous manner.

After hearing what Xiao Douding said, Zhang Chen hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I will send a message to Commander Xie, asking Commander Xie to take you down the mountain. After you go down the mountain, stay in the Inspection Office and don't come back. Huangli Temple is a den of wolves. I don't know when a crisis will break out. You can't stay here any longer."

Zhang Chen's voice was full of seriousness. Now that he knew that Huangli Temple was a den of wolves and tigers, wouldn't he be a fool to keep the little kid here?

Moreover, Zhang Chen had a premonition that this time when he went down the mountain, he would have to completely fall out with the Hepingbian Palace to decide the winner, life or death. At that time, there would definitely be a fierce fight between the two sides, and if he lost, there would be no place for him in the north, and he could only wander in a foreign land.

As for defeating the Pingbian Palace?
Don't even think about it! Zhang Chen is not that crazy!

What is a Yang God level existence? Even if it is placed in a mythological novel, it is a Pure Yang True Immortal with a Pure Yang Soul Level. In any novel, it is considered to be the top combat power. He is a small ant who has just embarked on the path of cultivation. It is good enough for him to take advantage of it. As for killing the opponent?

The difference in the cultivation levels of the two parties is too great, it is simply impossible.

Zhang Chen stroked the little boy's head and said, "Are you willing to go down the mountain and wait for me?"

Cheng Yu nodded obediently: "Don't worry, I will definitely wait for you obediently in the Inspection Office."

Zhang Chen nodded with satisfaction after hearing this. Early the next morning, Zhang Chen packed his bag, said goodbye to Xiao Douding, and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Chen came all the way to Goulan County, but did not go directly to the Pingbian Palace. Instead, he first stayed at the inn where he had stayed before. Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Xie Lingyun, dressed in white, slowly came to the door of Zhang Chen's house, pushed it open without knocking, and walked in.

"Why did you come to the county town?" Xie Lingyun walked into the house and saw Zhang Chen sitting in the house reading a book. He asked in surprise.

"I came down the mountain to do some things." Zhang Chen raised his head from the book and put it away carefully. He did not tell him about the grudge between him and the Pingbian Palace, because he was afraid that Xie Lingyun would alert the enemy and cause him unexpected trouble.

"I came here this time because I have something to ask you, sister." Zhang Chen picked up the kettle and poured a pot of tea for Xie Lingyun.

"What's the matter?" Xie Lingyun asked.

"I'd like to ask my sister to bring the little kid down the mountain and hide him well." Zhang Chen said.

Xie Lingyun's pupils shrank when she heard this. With her intelligence, it was hard for her not to think too much as long as Zhang Chen opened his mouth: "Has the situation become so serious?"

"That's not the case. I just want to be prepared." Zhang Chen said.

"This matter is simple. I don't take Huang Tiandao seriously, he is just a mere figure." Xie Lingyun said calmly. With the support of the Dasheng court and 50,000 elite inspectors under her command, she had the confidence to not take Huang Tiandao seriously.

No matter how big a commotion Huang Tiandao caused, in the eyes of the Censorate's army, he was just a group of gangsters who were not worthy of being on the stage and were not worth mentioning at all.

The imperial court naturally had a condescending mentality to look down on the mob.

"What about you?" Xie Lingyun asked, she was a little worried.

Zhang Chen smiled faintly: "No one in this world can kill me. Even if Yangshen Zhenren attacks me, I can still escape without any problem."

After hearing this, Xie Lingyun looked at Zhang Chen meaningfully, but did not say much. Instead, he chose to believe what Zhang Chen said.

"In half a year, I will leave the North and move to Kyoto for promotion. I will take care of your parents and the little kid." When Xie Lingyun said this, his eyes seemed to be able to speak as he looked at Zhang Chen:

"Do you want to come with me? The Northland is the territory of Prince Pingbian. It is not appropriate for you to stay here. Sooner or later, you will be plotted against by Prince Pingbian's Mansion."

Zhang Chen shook his head: "I still have some things to do in the North. Sister, you go first. When I finish my business, we will meet again in Kyoto."

"Why don't you, your stepmother, younger sister, and younger brother, come with me?" Xie Lingyun asked tentatively.

Zhang Chen's mind quickly flashed when he heard this. He was a little afraid that his unique identity would implicate Xie Lingyun, so he finally chose to refuse: "Sister, just settle them down, and we'll see how the situation develops in half a year."

He felt that half a year was enough time for him to deal with the affairs in the Pingbian Palace, and he would have more options by then.

And after all, Xie Lingyun is not his biological sister, so it is not a good idea to involve Xie Lingyun in such matters.

The most important thing is that he does not want to be too deeply involved with the Censorate. If he gets entangled with the Censorate and the destiny of the Dasheng Dynasty, Zhang Chen feels that there will be big trouble at that time.

It is better to keep the boundaries at this time and leave yourself more options.

The current Dasheng Dynasty is in a precarious situation. From Zhang Chen's perspective, the future of the Dasheng Dynasty is bleak and it is on the verge of collapse.

He didn't want to have too much involvement with the Dasheng Dynasty.

The two chatted for a while, then Xie Lingyun said goodbye and left, leaving Zhang Chen sitting in the room drinking tea.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion on the street outside the window. Someone shouted at the top of his voice: "Master Sanshen of Huang Tiandao has come to preach. Anyone who joins Huang Tiandao and worships the gods of Huang Tiandao day and night can receive a bundle of firewood and three pounds of brown rice!"

As the shouting was heard, the street suddenly became noisy. Zhang Chen pushed the door open and looked out, only to see that there were already hundreds of ragged people crowding over on the street.

"Don't be in a hurry, line up and come one by one!" A man wearing a yellow turban stood powerfully in the middle of the crowd to maintain order.

Seeing that all the people had lined up according to the rules, someone started to speak. His voice was loud and penetrating, and it was obvious that he had a solid foundation in martial arts: "My fellow villagers, if you want to get firewood, rice and flour, you still need to go through a test. I will tell you a few words later. As long as you can remember, I will give you rice, flour and diesel for free. If you remember it all and remember it well, I will give you some extra rice and flour at that time." "Is everyone ready? I'm going to say it next. Listen carefully. If anyone doesn't listen carefully and can't remember it, don't blame me if you can't get the rice and flour." The man spoke in a high voice and his tone was very exaggerated: "Remember, the one who gives you rice is the god of wealth under Huang Tian: Zhu Ming. Zhu Ming is the god in charge of wealth. If you want to change your fate of poverty, you need to worship the god of wealth Zhu Ming day and night after you go back. At that time, the god of wealth Zhu Ming will grant you wealth..."

Zhang Chen stood in the pavilion and looked at the man who was brainwashing the people. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He had an impression of this man. He was one of the warriors of Huangli Temple in the past. He had already cultivated the hidden power and was considered an expert in the martial arts world.

At this time, more and more people gathered in the field, and the man's voice became more and more excited. At the same time, some disciples brought out sculptures, began to distribute incense, and taught people the procedures of worship.

Some people even pretended to be someone else in the crowd, and when the worship ceremony was over, they suddenly shouted, "Oh, how come there is an extra five taels of silver in my pocket? Could it be that the God of Wealth has appeared?"

"I also have some silver in my pocket, but why is there only two taels?"

'I have seven ounces of silver!'

'I now have a pearl in my arms...'

For a while, there were people constantly appearing in the crowd to liven up the atmosphere, which immediately made the atmosphere even more exciting.

"Why is there nothing in my arms?" Someone touched his chest with a confused look in his eyes.

"It must be that you lack respect for the God of Wealth in your heart, so the God of Wealth did not grant you wealth." The preacher explained.

After hearing this, the people who did not know the truth felt upset. When they came here before, they just wanted to get some supplies to survive the cold winter, but who knew that the God of Wealth really appeared.

The monk of Huang Tiandao looked at the people who were annoyed and said calmly, "You didn't get any money because you were disrespectful to the God of Wealth and didn't have enough faith in him. But the God of Wealth loves people and doesn't want to see you suffer, so he will give you another chance. As long as you can answer the questions I ask, you can take the tablet of the God of Wealth home to worship, and you can also get rice, flour, grain and oil here."

At this time, a Taoist priest from Huang Tian Dao was holding a prepared tablet and incense, distributing supplies while asking the people who were receiving the supplies:
"What's the name of the God of Wealth?"

The refugee said, "The God of Wealth is called Zhu Ming."

"When is the birthday of the God of Wealth? Where is his birthplace?" Another disciple of Huang Tiandao asked.

The people answered one by one, and then Huang Tiandao's disciple instructed: "After you go back, you must worship the God of Wealth day and night, and you will naturally be blessed in the future. The God of Wealth will send down wealth and help you make a fortune."

Then they distributed statues of the God of Wealth and rice and flour. The refugee took the rice and flour and left happily.

Of course, there were also people who were stupid and couldn't remember anything, but Huang Tiandao's disciples took them aside, gathered the refugees who still couldn't remember anything together, and taught them patiently. After they had memorized most of it, they didn't make things difficult for them. They distributed rice, flour and tablets, and sent the people away.

Two hours passed, and as the rice, flour and various supplies were exhausted, the people gradually dispersed.

Watching the people gradually disperse, Huang Tiandao's senior brother instructed the people below: "Select a few believers tonight and throw some silver coins into their yards. In the future, select a few lucky ones every few days, and this matter will be considered a success."

Zhang Chen, who was on the pavilion, listened to the conversation of Huang Tiandao's disciples below and couldn't help but sigh: "Wow, these guys are really good at it. In this ignorant age, who can stand it?"

After this series of moves, almost all the people were confused.

Let alone these people, even if it was a special era when the country ordered a Taoist team to study qigong against anti-bullets... I dare not say anything, it will be ignored!

In an era when there are great men, ordinary people are confused. Even more so in this age when there are real super powers, where some people have mastered powers close to those of gods, who wouldn’t be confused if they encountered such a thing?

So we can’t blame the people for being ignorant; it’s really because the general environment and the schemes of these powerful people are too deep.

"These guys have no moral principles." Zhang Chen took a sip of tea. "Especially since the Pingbian Palace has completely opened up the authority to preach Huang Tiandao, and the major families are pushing them behind the scenes, the people have fallen into a wave of ignorance and into the web of ignorance woven by the major nobles." Zhang Chen's mind was flashing with thoughts. "The right to speak and the right to public opinion are in the hands of the powerful. Ordinary people can't escape this carefully woven giant web at all."

However, just as Zhang Chen was about to lower the window and head to the Prince of Pingbian's mansion, there was another commotion on the street:
"Fellow villagers, the God of Medicine is here! Come and pay respect to the God of Medicine. The God of Medicine can bring people back to life, heal diseases and prolong life, and can bring the dead back to life." At this time, a group of strong men from the Huang Tian Dao came out from nowhere, beating gongs and drums to spread the word to the people around them:

"Those who believe in the God of Medicine can receive a portion of herbs, three feet of cloth, and a bowl of grain..."

As the propaganda sounded, more people came running out and began to line up and crowd over.

At this time, a powerful warrior named Huang Tiandao came forward, holding a clean bottle in his hand, and said, "I have the magic water given by the God of Medicine, which can drive away diseases, make the patients healed, and the injured recover."

"Master, please save my child. My child has been coughing up blood for three days and is almost dying." At this moment, a man holding a thin child rushed over, knelt in front of Huang Tiandao Lishi and kowtowed continuously.

The child was pale and thin, with blood oozing from his mouth, his face was ashen and he was dying.

Upstairs, Zhang Chen looked at the man kneeling on the ground begging for medical treatment, with a look of astonishment in his eyes: "My goodness, I remember this man's name seemed to be Zheng Bolun. That skinny and dying child, why does he look so familiar?"

Zhang Chen thought for a while, and with his current memory, he quickly came up with a clue in his mind. He had seen these two people before, and they were all from Huang Tiandao. As for the young man with a yellow face and thin body who seemed to be terminally ill, Zhang Chen also remembered that he was taken to the mountain by the disciples of the Taoist temple, brainwashed for three months in the mountain, and then disappeared without a trace. It turned out that he ran down the mountain to cheat.

Zhang Chen looked at the people preaching below and couldn't help but complain: "Routine! It's all a fucking routine!"

Since ancient times, deep love cannot be retained, only routines can win people's hearts.

Zhang Chen stood in front of the window, watching Huang Tiandao's senior brother use the magic water to save people, and sneered in his heart. How could the magic water be used on ordinary people? The water in the bottle was not even medicine, but just ordinary water!

(End of this chapter)