Master has always been a good player to cause trouble. Luo Fuchun suspected that Master had smashed something again and asked someone to come and claim compensation.

"Your master, I got drunk and threw it on the bed." Jing Sanchai said, "I'm here to find you."

Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu looked at each other, puzzled.

Jing Sanchai asked: "Do your master still smoke?"

This question is extremely abrupt, and he is not a Taoist sect. Luo Sang and the other two need not respect him, but he is Feng Rugu's friend, so it is another matter.

Sang Luojiu replied: "Yes."

"Bamboo tobacco leaves?"

"……yes."

"Where are the tobacco leaves?"

"The tobacco leaves are all collected by the master."

"Damn." Jing Sanchai said a slut in his soft scholarly voice, "I knew there was no truth in his mouth."

After asking this inexplicable question, he pulled his feet to leave. Luo Fuchun thought for a few moments and called him: "That, Senior Jing..."

Jing Sanchai looked at the ghost and said, "I am twenty-seven years old this year, and I am no more than a few years older than you. Which senior do you call me?"

Luo Fuchun was speechless for a moment: "I..."

Jing Sanchai was too lazy to bother with him: "What's the matter?"

At this time, Hai Jing was curious and used the excuse to come out to drink water, and lay at the door to eavesdrop.

Soon, Ruyi came out and caught him in his current situation.

He was about to take the young monk with an unstable mind back to be punished when he heard the sound of silences coming from the next house.

"I dare to ask senior, when you first met the four demon cultivators, you said you would dig out their magic pills to sell..." Luo Fuchun mustered up the courage, "Who are you planning to sell to?"

Jing Sanchai raised his eyebrows and said generously: "I have sold it to the devil. When they practice, they need to use mature devil pills to help them. So you can rest assured that if those four little devils have insufficient cultivation, I will not touch them; their parents are the victims who have been entrusted to me as usual, so I will not touch them either."

Luo Fuchun had already thought of this hurdle, but when Jing Sanchai admitted so happily, he couldn't help but be stunned: "You and the demon cultivator... are also doing business?"

"I left Yingtianchuan, took off my Taoist patronage, and then started the business of all the people. I asked me to eliminate demons and I also went to protect demons." Jing Sanchai said to himself, "My token is Sanchai. One hairpin warns, two hairpin protects life, and Sanchai takes life. As long as I give enough silver in my mind, I will do things for others, and I will not be incurred."

Sang Luojiu thought to himself, no wonder his master would travel thousands of miles to Jiangling to find him for help.

Luo Fuchun heard this and felt cold all over: "What if one day someone will spend money to hire you to kill your master?"

Jing Sanchai didn't blink for a moment: "That depends on whether the money is paid enough."

Sang Luojiu reached out to pull Luofuchun and signaled him to say less, but Luofuchun's youth was unable to suppress his spirit at all, and he shouted: "You are from the Taoist sect. Doing things for the demons like this will ruin the reputation of the Taoist sect?! Master and you are still friends. When Master saved everyone in the demons' hands, what a hero. If what you did here spread, it would cause your master's reputation to be tiring..."

"...hero?" Jing Sanchai repeated Luo Fuchun's evaluation a little incredibly, "Hero!!"

He laughed loudly: "At this point, there are still people in the Taoist sect who truly believe that he is a hero!"

Luo Fuchun was shocked and suspicious: "What do you mean?"

Jing Sanchao held his arms in front of his arms and said astonishingly: "Ten years ago, I was also in the 'left world'."

This statement shocked Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu.

He knew that there was a legend in the Taoist sect. After Feng Rugu and the Taoist sect members fell into the "Lien World", after evading the first round of attacks, he disguised himself as a demon cultivator and picked up a place in the "Lien World" to hide.

Rumors say that they hid in brothels and avoided the search. But these monks felt embarrassed and refused to say it. Otherwise, would Feng Rugu really have the ability to fight the magic repair car all over the world with his own strength for nearly three months, and still escape without hesitation?

Therefore, among the rumors, Yun Zhongjun’s so-called “hero” is nothing more than a false reputation.

... Could it be that the rumors are true?

Jing Sanchai sat down in the room with the intention of drinking: "An 18-year-old monk has just touched the edge of the Nascent Soul stage. How could he have the ability to fight against the demon cultivator for 80 and 9 days? So it must be a chance to survive, right?"

Sang Luojiu and Luo Fuchun were both silent.

"...I have heard enough of this kind of discussion." Jing Sanchai said, "I didn't expect that there are people in the Taoist sect who truly respect him."

Luo Fuchun was confused: "Master saved so many people and gave gifts every year, how could he say he didn't really worship him..."

Jing Sanchai exposes it in one sentence: "That's not a shit worship. It's just that they are afraid of him."

……Afraid?

Ruyi had already led Haijing back to the wing room, but the door was not closed.

The Taoist "remaining world" incident ten years ago was ultimately closely related to Ruyi, so he wanted to know the hidden truth inside.

Listening to the sound of words coming from the wind, Ru Yi frowned slightly:

He remembered that Feng Rugu also said that Wen Chen was afraid of him.

Why?

"Yes, he really failed to protect everyone for three months. His sword technique, which only protected everyone for thirty days, was captured by the mastermind behind the scenes."

Speaking of this, Jing Sanchao was a little sad in his voice: "Do you know how we survived the remaining fifty days?"

The atmosphere was just right. When Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu were all focused, the room suddenly became dark and someone blocked the moonlight outside the door.

Feng Rugu leaned against the door with one arm, covered in silver light, and smiled brilliantly.
Chapter completed!