Sun Simiao, the Taoist priest who left his name in history, is like the head of the novice village, and is an indispensable NPC for every traveler who comes to the early Tang Dynasty.

It's just that others are trying to gain the favor of this novice village head, and then climb up like a stepping stone, or pray for this Sun Immortal to save his life. But when he arrived at Lu Hanyang, he became the novice village chief who came to make a pilgrimage.

But everything is not stable, Sun Simiao, the saint, did not see the immortal in his heart smoothly, but clashed with a group of scoundrels at the foot of the mountain. It even lowered the divine doctor's expectations for the immortals of the Eight Views Palace.

"Aren't you ashamed to do such a thing of forcible plundering in broad daylight? Moreover, this is at the foot of the Jade Mountain, which is the place where the current sage belongs to the immortal Lu Chunyang. Sun Simiao stopped this group of scoundrels with integrity.

"I didn't expect that there were still bold people, and they didn't look at their old age and weakness, and they actually jumped out to give this old man a head, do you really think that the uncle wouldn't dare to beat an old guy like you?" The tiger master's upper body was naked, revealing his chest covered with scars, the scars left by these discomforts on the battlefield.

It's the scars left by fighting bravely in the streets and alleys, which they regard as glory. But if such a scar appears on the body of the government soldier, it will be the glory of the entire Guanzhong people. But only the scoundrels behind him were proud of him.

"People in the world are in charge of the world's affairs, since Lao Dao has seen such an illegal thing, then he can't ignore it!" Sun Simiao said righteously, making the surrounding group of people applaud loudly.

In fact, the people in this pass have long wanted to take care of these things, and in these eight hundred miles, Qinchuan has never lacked bloody blazing people. It's just that the old man is also stubborn, he knows who is behind these scoundrels, so he bears everything stubbornly and doesn't want anyone to interfere.

"Old Daoist, you should leave quickly, this shop is not for sale, even if our father and daughter die in this store, they will not be sold. Don't meddle with the Taoist chief! Lao Changtou came out to thank Sun Simiao, but still refused his help.

Why is that? Why doesn't anyone care about such an injustice? The government doesn't care about this? Sun Simiao asked strangely.

"Dao Chief, these things are a long story. The government also reported it, and it came several times, but every time someone was arrested, the other party didn't do anything evil, just sent someone to hang outside the store and stop the guests. Therefore, they cannot be convicted. You can only release people. A next-door neighbor said to Sun Simiao.

"This is the place of cultivation of the gods, how can it be so filthy? Don't the people of Hakkeigu don't care? Sun Simiao then asked. He was still in distant Qingzhou last year, where there was a plague, and as a healer, Sun Simiao was happy.

And in the early spring of this year, news came from Chang'an, saying that there was a real immortal, and His Majesty gave Yushan as a Qing cultivation dojo. As a Taoist believer, Sun Simiao rushed back after the plague was under control, ready to come and worship.

But as soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he was disgusted with himself, and such a scoundrel method sought to rob the people's property. This kind of thing actually happened at the feet of this immortal, which completely made Sun Simiao's sense of this immortal collapse Sun Jian.

"Aren't immortals supposed to protect the world? Why are you oppressed and you are silent? Sun Simiao hated iron and asked the people around him.

"This Taoist, it's not that we don't want to say it, but now this Bajing Palace is full of traffic every day, and there are countless nobles from Chang'an City who come to offer incense, and we people have no chance to go up at all!" Since the opening of the mountain gate of the Bajing Palace, the magnates of Chang'an City have a channel to contact the immortals.

It's only been less than a month, and there are still a few days before the Dragon Boat Festival, and as a result, in this half a month, the incense received by Bajing Palace is almost the same as Lu Hanyang's relationship with the family before.

Because the more you stand in a high position, the more you know the transcendent status of the immortals of the Eight Views Palace, so the more you curry favor here. It's not that they want to, but as long as one person starts, it's like a jack of a cart going downhill.

I can't stop at all, first of all, you donated 300 pieces of sesame oil here. And in the future, if there is something to ask this immortal, there will be more or less incense affection. And if you donate less, you don't have the face to mention it, because the more the name on the sesame oil account book goes, the more the gods treat it, and I don't know where to start.

Anyway, whether it is believed or not, most of the powerful people in the DPRK believe it.

"Then Poor Dao will be the master today, and take the villagers to the Bajing Palace to seek justice. And if you are so poor, you have to ask why the gods with vast powers don't care about the lives and deaths of the people at the foot of the mountain, so that they don't even bless the people who are close to them, and specifically bless those powerful people? Sun Simiao said.

"Dao Chief, we thank you for this matter, but this area of the immortal cultivation place is stirring, I'm afraid it will ......" These people didn't dare to follow at this time, they were afraid, they were indeed afraid. Because in their opinion, it would clash with the gods.

"All the blame is borne by the poor way, what are you afraid of him doing? Immortals still have to bless the people to be considered good immortals. Just sheltering the powerful can only be called an evil god! "Sun Simiao became an anti-holy fighter at this time.

"That's right...... Follow the Taoist to seek justice, today is the old man, so what about tomorrow? How many people will encounter such a thing in the future, and at that time we will have to retreat again and again, and in the end there is no way to retreat but to wait for death like this? Someone said.

"We can't go on like this, if we go on like this, I'm afraid we, the people, can only make way for those powerful." A group of enthusiastic elements among the people stood up.

The mighty group of people drove directly out of Yushan Town, and followed the straight mountain road towards the top of the mountain. This road was opened up by Lu Hanyang with a sword array, and it was below the ground level at the beginning, and it was a concave shape.

But after that, Lu Hanyang spent three months making talisman seals, and then raised the surface, thus becoming the most convenient and fast stone road up and down Yushan.

"Oh no...... Yuan Jianzheng, there is a group of mountain people who have gone up the mountain, I am afraid that they will collide with the nobles who are making incense! A Taoist priest ran directly towards Yuan Tiangang from outside the gate, and then said in his ear.

"What? Why did the mountain people at the foot of the mountain go up the mountain at this time, didn't they say that after these nobles of Chang'an City were arranged, they would be opened to them in half a month? Yuan Tiangang wondered.