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The day was sunny and breezy.

An old immortal in a white robe flew over the mountain on a cloud.

Suddenly a swan flew overhead, and as it soared into the sky, it laid a swan egg. The old immortal immediately reached out and caught the swan egg, thinking to himself that this was perhaps fate.

Suddenly, he saw flashes of lightning ahead, and the old immortal's attention was instantly drawn to them.

The source of the lightning was a thatched hut, located on the edge of the town, surrounded by desolation.

The old immortal pressed down on the clouds, slowly descending and silently landing in the chicken coop outside the thatched hut.

With just a glance, he noticed an unusual egg. It looked no different from an ordinary egg, but it radiated a spiritual light.

"What an extraordinary egg." He looked at the swan egg in his hand, then at the egg, and finally picked it up. The chickens in the coop stared blankly at the old immortal.

He sensed the mysterious power within the egg and became increasingly certain that he could not let it go to waste.

He was to be punished for committing a grave mistake and confined to a stone wall to guard the Heavenly Book. This extraordinary egg and swan egg were just the right thing for him to use to fulfill some of his schemes.

"Son, go check on the chicken coop." An old woman's voice came from the thatched hut.

"Mother, I understand, I'll go right away."

Just as the owner of the place was about to approach, the old immortal pointed his finger, and a golden egg appeared where the egg had been taken.

Nothing special, just made of pure gold. Selling it would fetch a large sum of money, which could be considered compensation for myself.

Then the old immortal flicked his sleeves, holding an egg in one hand and a swan egg in the other, and flew away into the sky.

"Squeak~"

The woodcutter pushed open the door and went to the chicken coop. He glanced inside, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, peering inside to confirm that he hadn't been mistaken; the egg had indeed turned into a glittering golden egg.

"Mother, this is terrible!"

The woodcutter picked up the golden egg and ran into the thatched hut.

"What's making such a fuss about?" the blind old woman asked, frowning at her son's exaggerated reaction.

"Mom, the egg, the egg has changed!"

"What has it turned into?" the blind old woman asked.

"It turned into gold!"

"what!"

The blind old woman was startled at first, then bowed to the sky in gratitude.

"It's all thanks to the gods, son. We have the money to get married, have children, and build a house. But you must remember, never flaunt your wealth. And you can't keep any more money if you're not capable enough. This money is enough for you to live on for the rest of your life. Don't be greedy."

"Got it, mother."

Looking at the heavy golden egg in his hand, the woodcutter couldn't help but sigh, "This Taoist priest is really too formal. If he wanted to give gold, he should have just given it directly. Why beat around the bush?"

Recalling that the other party had eaten his entire chicken, he felt no resentment whatsoever. In fact, he felt that the other party was truly noble and virtuous, and that even the way they gave him gold was in line with the methods of immortals.

After carefully carving a small piece off the golden egg with a knife and hiding the rest of the egg, the woodcutter packed his bags and prepared to leave home to exchange the gold for money and food.

He tucked the axe into his waistband, bid farewell to his mother, and dared not stop along the way, for fear of encountering bandits or brigands.

As he passed the small river, the axe at his waist plunged into the water with a "thud".

If his tools for making a living had disappeared in the past, the woodcutter would have knelt on the riverbank and cried loudly.

But this time he had made a fortune, and he didn't care about losing the axe. He just wanted to walk a few steps quickly and exchange it for money as soon as possible, since traveling in the dark was too dangerous.

Shortly after the woodcutter left, the river began to bubble, and an old man holding a golden axe slowly emerged from the water.

I turned around and looked around, but there wasn't a single person there.

"What about people?"

This is not what he imagined.

……

Green hills and clear waters, painted boats on the riverbank.

Tan Wenjie, still wearing the same blue Taoist robe, stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat.

Tan Wenjie is still using the identity of the Taoist priest in green robes, and he has already entered the city.

On both sides of the river, women leaned against the windows and looked out. Upon discovering this beautiful sight, they immediately beamed with joy, their hands fluttering with handkerchiefs scented with perfume.

Throughout the entire process, Tam Man-kit remained calm. He himself was deeply troubled by the fact that his handsome appearance would cause misunderstandings, so he would never easily show a smile to those women.

Even so, it's still inevitable that many people will fall in love with her at first sight.

There are too many beautiful women in the world, like three thousand rivers. You can just scoop up a thousand or eight hundred to taste them yourself. There's no need to drink them all at once. You should always leave some soup for others.

He's handsome and kind-hearted, and always considers others' feelings.

After the waterway circled the city, Tan Wenjie was basically certain that there were no problems in the city, at least no monsters.

I need to live here for a while to discover what's hidden in this bustling world.

When he reached the shore, he glanced at the brothel whose doors were already open.

It seems I came at the wrong time. I accidentally passed by during the opening hours of this world's brothels again. Luckily, I was just passing by and never intended to go in.

After all, it would be too beneath a highly accomplished person to frequent a brothel.

He sighed and walked toward a huge willow tree on the bank.

When he first walked past, he was wearing a blue robe, dressed as a Taoist priest. But when he emerged from behind the tree, he was wearing a white long robe, with a scholar's hairstyle. He not only had a gentle and delicate demeanor, but he was also carrying a book box on his back.

And so, he stumbled and staggered into the brothel.

"Young Master~"

A strong, perfumed scent wafted towards me, and the air was thick with a sticky odor, making me wonder how many people here actually wore underwear that wasn't sticky and mushy.

"Young lady, please have some self-respect!" He raised his hand to defend himself.

The girl approaching looked at her hand on her chest, then at the serious-looking scholar in front of her.

Without a doubt, the other party was a poor, pedantic scholar who was also lecherous.

However, he is very handsome.

Consider today a risk-free business opportunity. I've always been a devout Buddhist, so giving away my body is also a form of giving.

But she wasn't the only one with a charitable mindset today; more and more girls gathered around.

This scene greatly displeased the middle-aged man standing nearby.

"Cough cough!"

"Master, what's wrong?"

Immediately, people came over to ask.

"How come people from all walks of life can come into this Yihong Pavilion? Could it be that it's been turned into a latrine?!"

The pimp who approached muttered to himself, "Anyone can come in, regardless of status or wealth. If you have money, you can take your pants off."

But he couldn't say it out loud.

"Guests are always welcome, sir."

“You’re running a business, so you absolutely cannot let people who don’t have money in, otherwise they will defile the girls’ purity.”

pimp: "..."

To defile? That's probably difficult.

He understood what had happened and turned around to see the handsome scholar carrying a book box being pulled and tugged by a group of women.

Seeing that he had struggled to break free, he exclaimed, "Oh dear, I just came in to ask for directions and a drink of water. Ladies, please have some self-respect!"

His face, forehead, and neck were covered in lipstick marks, which made people very envious.

The others: "..." You ended up asking for directions to a brothel, huh? You're really careless, kid.

This made the middle-aged man even more unhappy.

In this place where money talks, being handsome actually makes you more popular than yourself.

If money can't buy special rights, then all those years of exploiting the people have been for nothing!
We must find a way to get him a vote.

"Young master, what's that in your satchel? It's so heavy!"

"Oh, it's nothing, just some local specialties."

The book box was placed on the ground, but no one paid any attention to it.

No one believed that a poor-looking scholar could have anything of value in his trunk. It was probably just some tattered articles and unwanted scraps of paper that no one wanted, not even good enough to wipe one's butt with.

"Young master, didn't you have a question you wanted to ask? Why haven't you asked yet?"

"Yes, young master, please stop touching me."

Surrounded by beautiful women, Tan Wenjie finally finished asking his question, albeit haltingly and hesitantly.

He became increasingly certain that living in this place for a period of time would allow him to obtain the information he wanted.

"Thank you for informing me, ladies. I don't have anything to give you, so I'll just give you some local specialties."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards his book box, and when he found the box intact, he looked somewhat surprised.

I never expected the locals to be so kind and honest; I must have misjudged them.

He reached out and grabbed a handful from the box.

They clattered on the table, revealing themselves to be glittering gold jewels.

The light reflected from the jewelry was so dazzling that it hurt everyone's eyes.

What a wonderful local specialty!

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in shock when he saw this.

He was now certain that the kid was not only unreasonable but also very likely had stolen his family's treasure vault.

Once he was certain the scholar had left the brothel, the middle-aged man immediately whispered a few instructions to his men.

The scholar carrying his book box walked quickly, seemingly aware of the danger he was in. When he reached a willow tree, he darted behind it.

The group quickly followed, but when they got closer, they didn't see the scholar carrying the box. Instead, they saw a Taoist priest in blue sitting cross-legged on the ground. When the group got close, the priest opened his eyes and picked his nose with his little finger.

"Taoist priest, have you seen a scholar carrying a box walk by here?"

"What does it look like?"

"He's quite handsome, about this tall..."

“Amitabha! I am a monk, and these gentlemen look so fierce and menacing, they are obviously evil people who will bring disaster to the area. On the other hand, that young master was handsome and dignified. I absolutely cannot help the wicked.”

You Taoist priest, what kind of Amitabha Buddha are you talking about!

"You damned Taoist priest, how dare you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" The leader raised his foot and kicked the Taoist in blue at the head.

Before his feet even touched the other person, a force exploded from the soles of his feet, sending him rolling backward. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on a pile of dog poop.

Seeing this, the others yelled and rushed forward, but somehow they became dizzy and stumbled to the ground as if they were drunk.

Only then did they realize that they had encountered a master.

"Bah ah."

Spitting out the dog excrement in his mouth, the leader of the thugs said to Tan Wenjie, "We are not bad people, but the men of the local magistrate. That scholar just stole from our master's treasury, and we are busy arresting him."

"I see. I was judging people by their appearance."

"..."

Is this an insult or a compliment? It's hard to believe.

"They must have run that way." The Taoist priest in blue flicked the booger off his little finger.

"Come on!"

The group scrambled to their feet and immediately gave chase. The Taoist priest before them was far too strange, and they didn't want to have any further contact with him.

Tan Wenjie watched the group's hurried departure and couldn't help but sigh.

"You can make enemies just by visiting a brothel."

The world is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

"Yes, I'm the villain."

As the villain, how could I swallow my anger? That county magistrate is already on my blacklist.

Write it down in the account first.

……

Everyone in the town knows that something big has happened in the town recently. No one knows who has angered the county magistrate, but all outsiders are to be questioned.

Of course, there was also a rather amusing incident. A handsome Taoist priest in a green robe came to the mortuary in the north of the city. It was said that all the women who had lost their husbands liked to go there.

There are also rumors that someone killed her husband just to catch a glimpse of him, so that she could spend more time with the Taoist priest.

There are also rumors that the handsome Taoist priest here can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, and some even say that he can give birth to children and grant them offspring.

Inside the mortuary.

Tan Wenjie shook the whisk in his hand, looking at the dozen or so little beggars staring at him expectantly.

"What did I tell you back then?"

He shook his head and sighed.

"It's one thing to bring people back to life and heal their bones, and whether or not I can go to Chengdu is up to me. But this is a mortuary, isn't it a bit much to send a child here?"

One of the older beggars looked up and said, "Master, the price reflects the service. Besides, you don't understand the ins and outs. This kind of mixed news spreads the fastest. We've already helped you gain fame as quickly as possible, so you have to pay!"

"I'll give you the money, but you also need to do me one more thing. Tell them that this place is a place where dragons gather. If someone comes here and asks me to help them find a feng shui site for their father's burial, the ancestral grave will emit auspicious smoke, and they will rise to great heights from then on."

"Dragon Gathering?"

"Look, do you see that water vat?" Tan Wenjie gestured towards the broken water vat next to him.

The beggars peered inside and saw a red carp with missing scales and broken fins. It looked sickly and would probably die soon.

"Although we make a living by spreading all sorts of gossip, it doesn't mean we have no principles."

"An extra twenty coins for each person."

"make a deal!"

"And another thing!" He raised his hand to signal the little beggars not to be too hasty, "You can keep pulling your fingers towards the direction of Tongtianxiaodi, the bigger the better."

After receiving the money, the little beggars left the mortuary and each tacitly ran towards the street they were responsible for.

It's easy to imagine that what follows will be a series of different versions of the story.

Tan Wenjie sat leisurely inside the mortuary. He could stay in this world for a very long time, and since he was in the enemy's stronghold, he absolutely could not rush things and had to take it slow.

"I should have brought a few beautiful women with me."

This time he dumped her too cleanly, not even keeping Chu Renmei by his side, and he's actually a bit bored all by himself.

"Ok?"

Tan Wenjie suddenly raised an eyebrow.

The egg I left for the woodcutter seems to be about to hatch, but it's a bit far from me. And what's with this sudden confirmation?

Why did the power-generating chicken suddenly transform into human form? Could this be the result of all the luck I accumulated before?

[Your subordinate "Thunder Chicken" manifests as "Thunder General"] (End of Chapter)