Zhang Yifang took Cheng Yiyan to get on Li He's boat and sailed to the east coast.

Only the stern is installed with an engine, which "rumbles". Zhang Yifang stood at the bow of the boat, and Tianjizi sat in the cabin. Cheng Yiyan sat at the stern of the boat and sat with Li He. Even a wooden boat with an engine is not very fast.

Tens of miles of waterway also take at least half an hour, or even an hour.

At this time, the pleasure boats and boats are almost absent from the lake, and the lake is finally quiet.

"Cheng Xiaodao, why did Zhang Zhenren preach, those Taoist monks, just listened around the dock and didn't go up to the Sanqing Temple?"

Li He has always been strange, when he came, the dock of Lake Island was almost blocked. After Zhang Daoran finished his sermon, the ships gradually left. Moreover, they all seem to have heard the sermons in batches, not all of them together.

"The master hasn't preached..."

Cheng Yiyan smiled: "The master said it was a sermon, but it was not a sermon." It's just to explain some doubts about the cultivation of the disciples of the island of the lake, and help the disciples of the island of the lake to practice... In other words, it is to popularize the knowledge that has been cultivated. ”

"As for the dock of the island in the middle of the lake that you saw, those monks and Taoists, they thought that the master's preaching would be fruitful, and the master answered the doubts of the disciples of the island in the middle of the lake, and the voice was only all around the island in the middle of the lake, and they couldn't be heard from any distance. The dock in the middle of the lake is such a small place, all gathered together, and only a few people can hear it..."

Speaking of this, Cheng Yiyan felt very funny, these monks and Taoists, thinking that the master was preaching, kept squeezing into it at first, only to find out later that this was not a sermon, and they couldn't understand it. However, they were afraid that one day the master would really preach, and they would miss the opportunity, so people came here every day to listen.

Li He was stunned, and at the same time felt sad for those Taoist monks.

The Taoist priest on the island in the middle of the lake has Zhang Daoran, a fairy-like Taoist friend or master, who has taken many detours in his practice. Just talking about listening to the Tao, the disciples of Lake Island are often able to listen to the Tao, and if there is anything they don't understand, or what they have doubts, there are also people who help them answer.

But the monks and Taoists of other sects do not have this kind of blessing.

In order to be able to listen to the sermon, it can be said that it is not far away, and it is only a few years before there is a chance to listen to the sermon.

Immediately, Li He shook his head: "Hey... If all the Taoist monks in the world had the cultivation of the Taoist elders of the island in the middle of the lake, this kind of realm, they would not fight because of a disagreement..."

Speaking of this, Li He had a headache.

There are no less than thousands of monks and Taoists who come to Lizhuang Village, and Lizhuang Village is not very large, and there are more than 1,000 people in the first place. Even though the village has been under construction for several years and thousands of people have poured in, it may not feel crowded.

But the issue of law and order is a big problem.

These Taoist monks are not great traitors, but each of them has their own beliefs. Sometimes it is said that it is a matter of morality, and some people are too bad to say that they can't say others, so they want to solve it by force.

Many of these Taoist monks have martial arts heritage, and they still have some kung fu. Therefore, no one is convinced, and they often fight. In just a few days, dozens of people were arrested and put into the bureau.

Li He really wants to develop the tourism industry in the village, but Li He still does not welcome these people who disrupt order and safety. If it weren't for these people, they were all coming to the island in the middle of the lake, Li He was worried that these people were all Zhang Daoran's guests, and it would be difficult to drive them out.

"Humph......"

Zhang Yifang was still standing at the bow of the boat, Tianjizi sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed, and everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him. Through Zhang Daoran's preaching, he has condensed the heavenly machine of the Yang God, and only then did he realize the beauty of the realm of cultivation. Therefore, whenever there is time, Tianjizi will continue to comprehend Zhang Daoran's sermons and go deep into the Tao of the bone marrow.

Cheng Yiyan has no good impression of these Taoist monks at all. Hearing Li He say that the cultivation of these Taoist monks was even more scoffing.

As an ordinary person, even if Li He is too close to the island in the middle of the lake, he will not know that it is these Taoist monks, in the face of extraterritorial cultivation, one by one, begging for nothing, wanting to leave the cultivators behind, and wanting to change the cultivation method of the sect.

Not only that, but they also condemned the island in the middle of the lake many times in public opinion.

Now that the cultivators and the demons have been taken away by the master, there is no longer a cultivator in the land of China, and they are cheeky one by one, and they come here to listen to the sermon. Even though Cheng Yiyan didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that these Taoist monks were villains who saw the wind and steered the rudder.

If the Cultivator Alliance wins, they will definitely be very happy. Even if the demon clan finally wins and can cultivate, they are willing to enter the demon.

In the final analysis, it is still a question of strength.

"I really can't understand why the master preaches for these villains... Even if it is to make rules and regulations, the island in the middle of the lake can completely do it by itself. When the time comes, who will dare to disobey the cultivators of the world?"

Cheng Yiyan has already seen through the essence, and everything is still a big reason.

Zhang Yifang stood at the bow of the boat, just turned around and glanced slightly. Tianjizi didn't move, and Cheng Yiyan's face was a little unsightly.

Li He smiled, the topic was caused by him. Now he can't take these words. Whether it was Huxin Island or those Taoist monks in Lizhuang Village, he didn't want to offend.

He is the village chief, a responsible village chief, and sometimes, there are some things that cannot be decided according to his personal preferences. He has to think about the whole village, they are not the only village here, and if some policies fail, they will be overtaken by other villages.

The boat gradually approached the east shore, and hundreds of meters away, you could see the wharf of Lizhuang Village, which was densely gathered, no less than thousands of people. Moreover, the wharf of Lizhuang Village is full of people and is very noisy.

As the boat approached the dock, the sound on the pier became clearer.

"Brother Liao's trick is good... Brother Zhang, be careful of Brother Liao's monkey picking peaches......"

"Yes, yes, it's just a big mouth to beat him, Zhang Tianze, a bastard boy, doesn't distinguish between good and bad, doesn't know how to respect the old and love the young, arrogant and arrogant... If it weren't for the fact that Lao Dao's body was not as good as before, he would have to teach him a lesson in person..."

"Oops... Brother Liao's move is good. The Tai Chi created by Zhang Zhenren looks soft, but it is actually very effective..."

"Brother Liao, work hard, Zhang Tianze, this kid is not kind, he actually attacked?"

There is almost no need to guess, no need to go into the innermost part to see, everyone knows that on the dock, this is someone "competing". To put it bluntly, it's a fight ...

Through the shadowy figures, Zhang Yifang could see that on the dock, two people on the ground scuffled together. A young Taoist priest in his twenties was clearly no match for the man in his thirties who was wearing a tracksuit with a full beard and a sturdy man.

The young Taoist priest, who was crushed under him, was still trying to resist.

The bearded man was riding on top of him, bowing left and right, and constantly twitching...

Frowning, Zhang Fang sighed: "Li Jushi, Poor Dao knows your mood... These people are all well-fed, this is a theory? This is clearly a fight..."