As soon as Poor Dao heard the gossip about Ouyang Ruolan, he immediately pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to what they had to say while pretending to drink as if nothing had happened.

"Alas! What you said is true, the most beautiful, the wisest, and the purest flower of our Hofu Empire is about to be forced to marry to the Holy See! The guy who proposed to him is already on his way with a gift, and he will be able to reach the imperial capital in about a month and a half. The person who was called the eldest brother said regretfully: "It's a pity that a good flower will be inserted in cow dung!"

"Cow dung, why do you say cow dung?" the other asked strangely, "The son of the commander of the Holy Light Legion, he has a distinguished family and a high status. I heard that the person is also good-looking, and his strength is even more amazing, and he has reached the level of a silver warrior at a young age, so he is also a good person?"

"Hmph, you only know one thing, you don't know the other!" The eldest brother sneered: "I once heard a friend talk about him, this friend of mine lives in the holy capital of the Papal States, his news is absolutely reliable, this guy who wants to marry Miss Ruolan is a pervert and a bastard!"

"Oh, tell us, what kind of bastard is he?" the other asked hurriedly.

"He and his brother are not things, relying on their own family background, and doing nothing in the holy capital. Once, the two of them tricked a little girl into going to the suburbs with bad intentions, and were bumped into by Miss Elena, the only daughter of the leader of the Zeatic Legion. They were beaten to death by this little girl who was younger than them!" The eldest brother laughed, "This guy had one of his arms cut off at that time. His brother died instantly. You say, can a guy like him be worthy of our Miss Ouyang?"

"Damn, it turns out that guy is such a person?" the other said angrily, "Then why does Miss Ouyang want to marry such a cripple as him?"

"He's not crippled anymore!" the eldest brother sighed: "Because his father and uncle made great contributions in the holy war, the Pope personally took action to treat his disability, and now he is an able-bodied person again!"

"So what, even a character like him is not worthy of Miss Ouyang?" said the other anxiously.

"I don't know about that. However, it should be related to the pressure of the Holy See. Because we all know that Miss Ouyang was originally the crown princess who was appointed by the emperor, and she was the future queen appointed by His Majesty the Emperor for the crown prince. Now she has become someone's bride. His Majesty the Emperor must have been very reluctant in his heart. Who else can force His Majesty to make concessions but the Holy See?" the eldest brother shook his head and sighed.

"Damn the Holy See, they have to charge three times more taxes for our empire this time, which makes it so difficult for us to do business now. Another complained loudly in dissatisfaction.

"Shut up!" the eldest brother's face changed, and he hurriedly reprimanded, "Have you drunk too much?" or do you want to enter the Inquisition? Can't you be quiet when you talk nonsense?"

"Hehe, he's an old man, and his ears are not good. Don't worry!" the guy said stiffly, but his voice couldn't help but be lowered.

"It's better to be careful, now for that Long Qingtian, the masters of the Holy See are about to fill the Huofu Empire, who knows if he is not?"

"Huh. Speaking of Long Qingtian, I really convinced him, I dared to run here from the big man to destroy the church, I heard that he only brought a woman, not even the troops!

"And that's not all. I've heard that he didn't even bring his own mount, the Earth Bear, so I think he's just looking for death!" said another.

"I don't think so!" the eldest brother retorted: "Who is Long Qingtian? Is that a god of war? Can he do stupid things to find death?" I think. He must have his own plans, and the Holy See is likely to have suffered his loss, and it is a big loss, and now it is said that it is chasing him, but it is just a show. Why are their bounties so high? It's because the Holy See knows that no one can get it!"

"Big brother, is there any basis for what you say?" one of them hurriedly asked.

"Of course there is, but you don't want to think about who the Holy See is dispatching? Seraphim. That's Seraphim!" The eldest brother emphatically said: "Even the Seraphim was dispatched, and he was even told to run, which is very revealing." The six wings can't catch the earthlings, who of us ordinary people can? Isn't that a joke?"

"Didn't the Holy See say that he escaped with serious injuries?" one of them asked unconvinced: "Long Qingtian is seriously injured, can't we catch him?"

"Stupid, can the Holy See believe what he says?" the eldest brother sneered: "I can tell you for sure, if what the Holy See says is the truth, then it is not the adventurers who are searching for Long Qingtian now, but the regular army of the Holy See or the Empire." With such a great credit, if they can get it easily, how can they cheapen those adventurers?"

"That's right, big brother, what you said is so right, I fortunately didn't follow those people to find Long Qingtian, and it was a trip for nothing!" everyone suddenly realized.

"It's lucky for you to run for nothing, if you really run into Long Qingtian, that's when you're unlucky! Many people have experienced that war, and they all say that Long Qingtian has a woman by his side, but the Holy See only vaguely mentioned this woman, and only said that a reward of millions of gold coins was offered, which is not right. I guess that woman is a very powerful fellow, so powerful that the Holy See is unwilling to confront it head-on, so she wants the adventurers to die!" the eldest brother analyzed.

"Besides, that guy Long Qingtian himself is known as the sinister military god, and he is obviously a master who can be a yin person, the more you look at him as a bully, the more unlucky he will be. I dare to say that he is seriously injured now, and he must have the means to protect himself, and whoever wants to take advantage of this time will wait to be killed by him!" the big brother sneered.

When Poor Dao heard this, he couldn't help but admire this big brother's knowledge. He was able to roughly analyze the truth of the facts from the inadvertent actions of the Holy See, and he was really a talent! As for the news of Ouyang Ruolan that he brought to me, Poor Dao was a little brain-consuming.

Ouyang Ruolan is such a talented woman, if the Holy See collects her, it will be a big threat to me. I can't say anything that will make the old fellow of the Pope happy. Rattle. Poor Dao quickly had an insidious countermeasure to this matter, hehe, I must teach the Holy See to steal chickens and lose rice this time, and even teach the guys in the Huofu Empire a good lesson.

The next day, he slept late and got up, not because he had been meditating until dawn yesterday, but because he was waiting for the reaction of the bishop of the church who had been robbed yesterday. Until noon, there was no movement in the church, as if they had not been robbed. It seems that the old bishop was frightened by the lack of hair, or was afraid of being embarrassed. So I didn't dare to say anything about it.

In short, this matter has passed so much, since it is right for the town. The people will not have any effect, and the poor road naturally does not want to stay here longer, so he goes on the road after lunch. Halfway down. Poor Dao saw that there was no one around, so he began to make a light effort. My speed was quite fast, but it took me more than an hour to catch up with the caravan that had set off from the town this morning, and the leader of the team turned out to be the big brother I saw yesterday.

The team leader saw me coming from behind. He also recognized my appearance, and he felt strange that an old man like me could catch up with them, just to be on the safe side. He came up and asked, "Your Excellency the Reverend Pastor, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the royal capital of the Hofu Empire!" said Poor Dao with a smile.

"Oh, what a coincidence, we happen to be going there too!" the leader immediately said excitedly, "I don't know if I can have the honor to invite you to join my caravan? I can hire you!" You see, how about food and shelter, and one gold coin a day?" He took a fancy to the mark on my robe, and knew that I was a priest at the level of a bishop, equivalent to a high-level mage. Naturally, I was welcome to join.

"Well, a gold coin?" Poor Dao still smiled and asked, "It's not that I heard it wrong, right?" "Under normal circumstances, a priest of my level has a monthly salary of more than 100 gold coins.

"That's right, you know, business hasn't been doing well lately!" the team leader began to complain to me, he was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, slightly fat, and a warrior who knew a little about martial arts. The shrewdness on his face, now using his shrewdness to tell me the last resort of a gold coin, he said that he was so miserable, I don't know that he thought he was asking for food!

If it weren't for the fact that Poor Dao was an honest man, I would have wanted to kick this profiteer to the ground, but now, I can only pretend that I am a novice, and then I am impressed by him, and finally agree to a super low wage for a gold coin a day. Alas, I'm not a pastor anyway, and I won't be able to play a role when the time comes, but don't blame me, I really get too little to show my strength!

The leader of the caravan was called Bai Na, a man of good speech, who led a caravan of 300 people to traffic a batch of valuable goods to the royal capital of the Hofu Empire. He and I sat in the carriage all the way, listening to him talk and eating a little pastry, and I had a comfortable day.

A few days later, we came to a large city, and as soon as we arrived at the city gate, we were intercepted, and a man who looked like an officer hurriedly found the leader Bai Na and asked, "You are the master of the caravan?"

"Yes, I'm an adult, what do you need to serve?" The team leader Bai Na was taken aback by the officer's attitude, and hurriedly took a bag containing gold coins and sent it up, and said flatteringly: "A small meaning is not a respect!"

"Yes!" the officer casually accepted the gold coin, and then asked anxiously, "Let me ask you, do you have any good priests here, the only son of the lord of the city is seriously ill, and the priests in the city are not well treated, and they are anxious to find a priest from outside."

What about treatment, my lord said, to cure the young master's illness, I am willing to send 5,000 gold coins!"

"Ahh

"Master. Please come with us!" the officer saw me as if he saw a life-saving straw, and he didn't allow me to tell the difference, so he came up directly and two big men came up, set me up and left. I'm not going to be a priest, isn't it nothing to look for excitement? Why did I get all this bad luck?

Now it's time to pack the garlic. Poor Dao couldn't help but beat people several times, but finally endured it. Forget it, isn't it just to save people? This is not difficult for me, and it is not too late to leave when I save people. This identity is not easy to come by, and it is also a team leader Bai Na, which is too helpful to infiltrate the Hofu Empire, and I am really reluctant to abandon this identity.

Therefore, in the case of helplessness, I was forcibly taken to the City Lord's Mansion. In general, pastors are respected wherever they are. But today's situation is too urgent, their young city lord may hang at any time, once the little master hangs up, the big master is angry, and these guys below will have to shed their skin if they don't die. Who called it the only son of the city lord?

The poor road is unimpeded. He was taken directly to a gorgeous bedroom, where there were already quite a few people standing. On a large bed lay a pale, unconscious teenager, a noble lady was sitting on the edge of the bed crying, and a young man was walking back and forth. The quick pace showed his anxious mentality. The others were all pastors, most of them of higher rank than me, and now they all looked like they were weeping.

"Master. Hurry up and save my son!" When the city lord saw another priest coming, he immediately ran over and took my hand and said to me anxiously: "As long as I can save him, I am willing to pay you 10,000 gold coins!"

"I'll do my best!" Poor Dao had to comfort him first: "Don't worry, let me see the patient first, okay?"

"Okay, please!" the city lord hurriedly pulled me to the bedside. Then he stood aside and watched nervously.

I'm not like the priests of the Holy See who know how to treat trauma. Poor Dao is a serious miracle doctor, and he has even studied modern medicine, and he can treat everything from internal and external injuries. Following the steps of healing, I first used my divine sense to probe the inside of the boy's body. It didn't take long to find something wrong. The boy's appendix rotted, apparently he had acute appendicitis. No wonder the priest's earth light healing spell is useless, this is a disease, not an external injury.

Knowing the root of the disease, it would be easy to do, I pretended to perform a healing technique on the boy, of course, it was very laborious, and I recited a mantra and stroked the boy's abdomen with my hands. Seeing this, the city lord was almost desperate, the simplest healing technique had to chant a spell, the level of this priest could not be considered to be low, could this also cure a serious illness that several archbishops could not do? Even those priests showed a look of disdain.

Soon they were all dumbfounded, for the boy had woken up from my treatment, and his face had become much redder. As the boy shouted "Mother" to the noblewoman. The lord and his wife shouted in surprise. Seeing such an unexpected change, the pastors were stunned.

In fact, the use of healing techniques in the poor path is just a pretense, what really works is the true fire of my earth's samadhi, I use the real fire to completely burn the young man's rotten appendix, and then use spiritual power to help him heal his wounds and restore his strength. It's no wonder that the boy's illness is not good.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency Bishop, how did you do that?" the priests finally couldn't help themselves, and leaned over to me and asked respectfully.

They respect me not only because I can cure diseases that they can't cure, but also because of my age. In the Holy See, the older priests, although they may not be of high rank and strength, are very respected by the younger generations.

This is because the old pastor has a wide range of connections, maybe he is a classmate or friend with a high-ranking member of the Holy See, so no one in the younger generations dares to offend the seniors easily, even if he is strong and has a high position, he will return to the old pastor with respect. These people are a lot younger than the people I pretend to be at first glance, so they should treat me with such respect.

"Quite simply, I only rely on my devotion to the gods to perform such powerful healing techniques. "Poor Dao looks like he is teaching the younger generation.

"Oh, devotion to the gods?" said one of the bishops, "Is it possible that when you perform healing, you chant incantations on purpose, to show your devotion to the gods?"

"Of course, are you doubting that my strength can't even do the hair healing technique?" Poor Dao asked rhetorically, "This is also ridiculous!"

"Ah, of course not!" denied them.

"Only, we're wondering, how did you increase the power of your spells by chanting spells?" one of the guys asked suddenly. The others immediately pricked up their ears, who wouldn't want to master the skills that could increase the power of spells?

"Pious children, you must be pious!" said Poor Dao with the appearance of a god. Quack, I don't know this technique myself, but what can I say? I had to fool them with ambiguous words.

Although my answer is the same for them, and no. But they didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction, after all, such skills are their own secrets, and they will not be easily revealed, and I can tell them that, it is enough for them to be happy. So they began to put me to all sorts of sycophant tests.

They may not be able to cure diseases, but if you want to talk about sycophants, they are definitely too talented!