I run a Taoist temple in a bizarre world.

Chapter 102 The Aquamarine Spirit Herb

While everyone was still savoring the figure that resembled the river god, they overlooked the martial artist in tight-fitting clothes struggling and screaming on the ground.

Shouts and reprimands erupted from the crowd.

"Make way, make way!"

Officials dressed in the uniforms of the Yu the Great's government office, with long swords at their waists, squeezed through the crowd and filed in.

I noticed the clothes the person was wearing.

Those who were initially annoyed by being pushed aside and wanted to retort all chose to keep quiet.

"Who did this?"

The head officer looked at the people lying haphazardly on the ground and asked a question.

He naturally recognized the identities of the people on the ground.

They were all local thugs and hooligans in Heliu Town, reckless and unruly scoundrels.

Being knocked down in the street gave him a sense of satisfaction.

However, the necessary inquiries are essential.

"----I."

Chen Fang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spat out the tooth debris rubbing against his mouth, raised one hand, and said.

"you?"

The leading official looked Chen Fang up and down.

A complete stranger, very young, like a clueless idiot, dressed in coarse farm clothes.

Are these people from villages near the town who came to participate in the market?

With just a few glances, the official understood the whole story.

It's nothing more than these unscrupulous people eyeing the local farmers' goods, hoping to make a quick buck from them at a low price.

It eventually escalated into a physical altercation.

This happens at every large market.

He handled it quite skillfully.

"Alright, you guys in the back—handcuff the person on the ground, and you—"

He first addressed the several colleagues from the yamen who were following behind him, then glanced at the gray-covered waist tag on Chen Fang's waist.

The martial arts students of Biyue Martial Arts School —

"How did you do that?"

After saying that, he pointed to the martial artist in tight-fitting clothes lying on the ground, groaning in pain, and said softly.

Chen Fang glanced at the crowd pointing in one direction and replied.

"It wasn't me, it was someone else—they said it was the river god?"

"River God?"

[The river god in that old temple?]

[A river god who receives almost no incense offerings?]

The head officer was somewhat surprised, but didn't say anything more.

He also glanced at the people around him.

The crowd was not as dense as when he first arrived.

After witnessing the river god's manifestation, some people went to the river god's temple to burn incense and pay homage to the god.

To be honest, he didn't really believe in the story of the river god appearing.

During the reign of Yu the Great, there were quite a few instances of divine intervention.

He had heard many stories about gods and immortals appearing to protect mortals.

However, most of these scenes are set at night, when eerie fog appears and monsters exist outside.

It is very rare for deities to appear in broad daylight.

Moreover—the River God?

That river god temple that hardly anyone goes to now?

For many years, no one in Heliu Town has seen the River God appear.

It just so happens that it manifests at this very moment —

The leading officer suppressed his thoughts and stopped thinking about it.

No matter what, it involves martial artists and extraordinary powers, which are not under the jurisdiction of his government.

He was just looking for a topic to pass the time while waiting for the people from the Purification Bureau to arrive.

"What are you all doing?"

A lazy voice came from the crowd.

Upon seeing the black fish-patterned robes worn by the newcomer, the official who was talking to Chen Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

At least I don't have to stay here anymore.

"My lord, I will take these tumors with me first, and leave the martial arts to you."

The man in the black fish-patterned robe pressed his hand down, signaling not to leave.

"Just passed the martial arts school test?"

Xuan Yufu immediately addressed Chen Fang.

Chen Fang paused for a moment, then nodded.

"It's good—but it's not so good right now."

The man left behind a nonsensical remark and said it to the official.

"Do me a favor and carry him to our Cleansing Department. Be careful, he's from the Huang family. If he gets hurt again, they'll cause trouble for your department."

Faced with the demands of the officials from the Purification Bureau, the officers who had come looked at each other.

Finally, they gritted their teeth and moved it away, leaving the market.

Once the officials left, the crowd, having nothing more to see, slowly dispersed.

In addition, the market was already nearing its end today.

The once bustling streets have become sparsely populated.

Next to Zhao Zhu's original stall, only Zhao Zhu and the man who had informed Chen Fang and the others remained.

And three people who came from Biyue Martial Arts School.

Chen Fang looked at Chi Le as she walked over.

A strange emotion, which he couldn't suppress, inexplicably rose in his heart.

He didn't hide anything and spoke directly.

"Master Xun, didn't you just say you were going to help? Why aren't you here?"

Chen Fang's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction, and he even stopped calling Chi Le by the more affectionate title of "Brother Xun," directly addressing him as "Daoist Master."

He noticed the change in Chen Fang's attitude.

Chi Le didn't bother to explain.

He came here with the intention of ensuring the safety of Zhao Zhu, who was loyal to Qingshan Temple and devoted to offering incense.

Maintaining the incense offerings at Qingshan Temple.

Unexpectedly, among those who were causing trouble for Zhao Zhu, there was a martial artist with extraordinary power.

By sensing the intensity of the cold, sinister aura emanating from the martial artist in tight-fitting clothes.

Chi Le could roughly determine that this person possessed the strength of a first-tier expert.

Although his aura was not very stable, he was probably a martial artist who had just advanced to the first rank not long ago.

But that's still first-tier.

The moment Chi Le saw this martial artist, a plan popped into his mind.

From what we can see now, the results are good.

Zhao Zhu, who knew all this was likely orchestrated by Qingshan Temple, immediately shouted a rebuke.

"Shut up, Xiao Fang!"

"How dare you speak to the Taoist priests of Qingshan Temple like that!"

Zhao Zhu continued speaking, and after a long tirade, he finally got to the point.

"The Taoist priests at Qingshan Temple did try to help us."

Hearing this, Chen Fang was still somewhat skeptical. He lowered his head and muttered to himself, his tone filled with resentment.

"He wasn't even there; he was hiding in the crowd. How did he manage to help us—"

Zhao Zhu curled his five fingers and smashed a chestnut onto Chen Fang's head with all his might.

"Hiss—Brother Zhao Zhu!"

Chen Fang cried out in pain, clutching his head and gasping for breath.

After teaching Chen Fang a lesson, Zhao Zhu said.

"Finally, the people who dealt with that martial artist were from the Green Mountain Temple."

"You mean, the River God?"

Chen Fang asked incredulously.

Faced with Zhao Zhu's answer.

No matter how much respect he usually showed to Zhao Zhu, or how much trust he placed in him.

At that moment, Chen Fang didn't dare to believe such words.

That's the river god that everyone in Heliu Town talks about!

Can Qingshan Temple truly summon Him to help us stand up for ourselves?

Zhao Zhu had no intention of continuing to explain.

Some things are best left unsaid.

He got up from the ground.

"Master, if it weren't for Qingshan Temple's intervention, let alone saving this spiritual herb—"

He looked at Chen Fang, who was trying hard to convince himself.

"Even those two will be implicated by me. At best, they'll be injured and bedridden for a few days; at worst—"

Zhao Zhu sighed. He didn't continue, but simply said...

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, please don't refuse, Taoist priest."

As he spoke, Zhao Zhu scooped the light blue "spiritual herb" out of the bamboo basket and handed it to Chi Le.