Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

The white-haired Daoist held a wooden mallet and struck the chime in front of him, his face devoid of sorrow or joy, and said:

"Your Excellency jokes, do you think I can run away just because I wish to?"

"Since you can't escape anyway, why bother trying? It's easier for everyone."

"I'm an old man in the twilight of my years, I've grown up in Lingfeng Temple since I was young, and I haven't cultivated any mana. Dying in Lingfeng Temple would be like falling leaves returning to the roots."

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen grinned, revealing a kind smile:

"Well said, the old Daoist speaks with a true charm. However, it's a pity that you still have to die. Under my hand, the Hawk of the Seas, I never leave enemies alive."

"But since you're so sensible, you can end it yourself."

The white-haired old Daoist didn't directly answer Yi Chen's words, but instead sighed deeply and said:

"Ever since my elder brothers secretly began refining the Blood Pills, I knew this day would come, just did not expect it to come so soon."

"May I propose a deal with Your Excellency? I'll tell you where the hidden treasures of the temple are, as well as where the fundamental scriptures of Lingfeng Temple are kept."

"As a fellow cultivator, all I ask is that when you find a suitable candidate in the future, you pass on the fundamental Daoist teachings of our temple to them. That would be enough to consider the transaction complete."

Seeing that Yi Chen was silent for a long time, the white-haired Daoist spoke again:

"Without my guidance, Your Excellency will definitely not be able to find the treasures of Lingfeng Temple."

Yi Chen laughed upon hearing this.

He had already found out where all the valuable things in Lingfeng Temple were hidden when questioning the Peach Blossom Taoist earlier.

Being the financial director of Lingfeng Temple, in charge of external affairs, and having a deep relationship with the temple master, what could the Peach Blossom Taoist not know?

Even the matter of 'Blood Sacrifice' was under his management.

"The Taoist is deeply concerned about the transmission of the temple's teachings, I understand this dedication. But if I say I agree now, would you dare to believe me?"

"You should be on your way, Taoist Master."

Yi Chen didn't pick up the old Taoist's cue, but instead took a step forward, expelled his energy, and with a twist of the old Daoist's neck, he passed away suddenly.

The older the person, the slier, the older the horse, the wiser.

Yi Chen couldn't be bothered to engage in a battle of wits with this white-haired old Daoist.

After a period of searching and rummaging, Yi Chen's figure flashed, and he arrived inside the Ancestral Hall of Lingfeng Temple.

From Yi Chen's past experience with Deep Red Points, items imbued with the emotions and essence of many generations of high-level cultivators were highly likely to contain Deep Red Points.

This was something Yi Chen urgently needed.

The True Pure Yang Skill of the eighth layer was still nearly three hundred points short, and he just wanted to gather the remaining Deep Red Points as soon as possible.

Zi Ji Sheng Qing. When he battled the divided spirit of True Person Corpse God from the Corpse God Sect, he had a fleeting glimpse of the profound mysteries of that realm.

That powerful feeling still lingered in his mind.

In today's increasingly tense situation, only strength can soothe one's heart.

"Found it."

After a search, relying on the information provided by the Peach Blossom Taoist, Yi Chen revealed a trace of joy on his face.

The fundamental scripture of Lingfeng Temple was called "Lingfeng Qingmiao True Scripture," a jade scroll.

As soon as he touched it, a fine, icy sensation instantly entered Yi Chen's body.

Deep Red Value +35.

Perhaps because Lingfeng Temple's strength was lacking and its legacy was not very long, the Deep Red Value contained in this jade scroll was not very substantial, but Yi Chen was not picky.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat; once it lands on the plate, it becomes a dish.

With that, he took another solid step towards the True Pure Yang Skill of the eighth layer.

Lingfeng Temple had accumulated wealth over many years, which largely consisted of property in the form of land deeds rather than much silver. After Yi Chen's looting, he found no more than six thousand taels, filling two large boxes of silver.

The rest consisted of a large pile of IOUs.

These were loan pledges borrowed by local villagers or tenant farmers from Lingfeng Temple.

The interest was so high that when Yi Chen briefly glanced at them, he immediately felt that compared to Lingfeng Temple, the capitalists of his previous life were exuding a halo of virtue.

These IOUs were naturally burned in a fire, a bunch of unconscionable things.

Using the moonlight, Yi Chen, carrying a chest of silver, went to the gathering place of over six hundred households of those hardworking people who tilled the land for Lingfeng Temple. After leaving five taels of silver with each household, he vanished into the night with the chest of silver.

After all, the wealth amassed by Lingfeng Temple had been squeezed out of these hardworking people anyway. It seemed only reasonable for Yi Chen to take it back from Lingfeng Temple and keep half as a service fee.

Even if Yi Chen's master, Bai Yunzi, came to him in a dream to argue, he would not feel slightest bit guilty.

What's wrong with deducting some hard-earned money for the skillful work?

Isn't this the practice of the way of benevolence and righteousness?

Now Hidden Dragon Temple was everywhere in construction, buying land, buying medicinal materials. Money was needed everywhere, and Yi Chen was only taking half. He felt he was already glowing with golden light.

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The next day, it was the fifth watch of the day, still dimly lit.

Chief Zhang rode a large horse, wearing his official uniform, leading a team of officers, and hastened to the vicinity of Lingfeng Temple.

"Seal it all off, all unrelated persons are forbidden to enter."

After being the head constable for a time, Chief Zhang had an air of authority when he spoke.

At his command, more than ten constables surrounded Lingfeng Temple.

Chief Zhang led the way on horseback, accompanied by a twenty-something coroner surnamed Li, as they entered the temple for inspection.

"Brother-in-law…"

"Hmm? I've said it many times, during work, address me by my official title. Call me Chief!"

Just as Coroner Li was about to speak, Chief Zhang gave him a sidelong glance and interrupted him. Li hurriedly corrected himself:

"Chief Zhang, Lingfeng Temple has most likely been struck by a thug. These people died in tragic states, it's just that we don't know who the culprit is. We need to report this as soon as possible."

"Report? Report what?"

"Li, you… how can you be so dense?"

"If you weren't my wife's younger brother, I wouldn't bother to cultivate you."

Chief Zhang frowned and began to scold his brother-in-law, striding to a corpse that was still somewhat intact.

"Li, look, eight out of ten fingers on this corpse have been shaved off, and there's a hole in his heart. Tell me, how did he die?"

"Homicide! He was tortured before death, must have been interrogated by the thug."

"Really? Why do I feel like it was a suicide?" Chief Zhang turned his head, his gaze lingering on Li.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Who would chop off eight of their own fingers before stabbing themselves in the back?" Coroner Li, Chief Zhang's brother-in-law, was very confident in his professional skills, insisting firmly on his point.

Hearing this, Chief Zhang sighed. He decided that in the future, he would ask his in-laws to have another child; this one was already a lost cause...

"Then write it down, don't ask why, just put down that Lingfeng Temple was visited by a rampaging evil spirit."

"Struck by such a calamity, some survivors couldn't withstand the shock and committed suicide."

Seeing Li still wanted to argue, Chief Zhang had no choice but to persuasively say:

"Li, let me teach you another lesson."

"When you encounter something unreasonable, something you can't understand, look for a pig."

"Do you think those nobles are pigs, do you think your brother-in-law is a pig?"

"When something outrageous happens, yet everyone seems to agree on it, then you should think harder."

"If you can't find the pig at the scene, then, most likely, you are the pig yourself."