Feng Qingyun stood at the gate, muttered a few words to the sixth senior brother, looking at the pilgrims in the view, the small Taoist temple that used to be cold and depressed, but today it can have such a lively scene, his heart was suddenly very full, and then moved to the backyard.

As soon as Mr. Zhao saw Feng Qingyun coming to the backyard, he shouted a little fairy, and as soon as he lay down with his hands, he was about to bow down, and the storyteller behind him also fell to his knees.

Feng Qingyun sighed, shook his head slightly, sighed in his heart like a miracle of Hollywood special effects, it was indeed too shocking to the people of this era, gently helped Mr. Zhao up, found a bench, sat comfortably in the shade of the tree, and said with a smile:

"Everyone, get up quickly, I am also a mortal in the flesh, but I can communicate with the immortals, and I am not a real immortal. ”

"The little fairy is noble in virtue and humble in his heart. ”

"If you can communicate with the gods in the sky, aren't you the land gods, you are too modest, little fairies. ”

"I heard Mr. Zhao say that the little fairy wants to reward us with a creation today, which is really unscrupulous and kind-hearted. ”

These dozens of storytellers all have Wenmo in their chests, and they eat with their mouths, and the means of praising people are really endless, and they directly praised Feng Qingyun, and waved their hands flutteringly:

"Hahaha... Don't do that, I'm sorry to say that. I'll just get straight to the point, today I said a passage of the Romance of the Gods, and everyone here heard it, what do you think of my words?"

Storytellers, look at me, I'll see you talk a few words, everyone is quite amazed by this story, and finally there is a white-haired old gentleman in the crowd, bending down with his hands together, and said respectfully:

"This book is huge in length and fantastical in fantasy, and such a storytelling book has never been seen in old life. It can be described as... It's superb!"

Feng Qingyun held his chin and looked at these lovely storytellers with a smile.

"You gentlemen are all veterans of the bookstore, and I have an idea here. I want to form a trade union for storytellers, which can be regarded as a place for everyone to watch and help each other, and whoever joins my union will resell my set of words to the gentlemen for ten cents a word?"

"Ten cents for a word, little fairy, you are no different from giving it away for nothing. ”

"Little fairy, you are really kind, this is to reward us storytellers with a job. ”

Feng Qingyun on the stage was kind and charitable, and the gentlemen in the audience were full of praise, and the whole backyard was in a peaceful atmosphere. Seeing that the foreshadowing was almost over, Feng Qingyun's eyes flashed with a thief, and the words changed:

"I don't want any of the money from selling scripts, and I don't want any of the money from selling scripts, so I will go back and stay with Mr. Zhao as the funds of our union to help some poor storytellers. Later, I have a new script, and I will sell it to everyone in the guild at this price. Of course, the ugly words are ahead, and you can't resell the scripts sold by the union without permission.

I still have some small requirements, all the storytellers who have joined the guild, when chatting with the people before the storytelling every day, have to publicize a few words of my Shangqingguan Fengqing Xiudao miracles, which is also a casual effort. If you think it's okay, we'll register your name today, and I'll share the book of the first thirty words of the Romance of the Gods. ”

As soon as Feng Qingyun's words fell, everyone immediately exploded, and more than thirty storytellers shouted excitedly.

"Hey, little fairy, how difficult it is for me, before we talk about the book every day, we must give you a few beautiful words about Shangqingguan. ”

"Little fairy, don't say anything, this matter is on me, I must say that your Shangqingguan is a Taoist blessed land, so that the people will come to incense. ”

"Thirty words, only 300 yuan is too cheap, I'll be the first to buy it, don't rob me. ”

Mr. Zhao has seen the ability to earn a bounty of thirty taels a day, but he was a little anxious, so he ran to Feng Qingyun's ear and gently instructed, this would not have been sold too cheaply.

Feng Qingyun gently patted Mr. Zhao's shoulder, waved his hand at him with a smile, and gently instructed: "Don't care, Mr. Zhao, you storytellers make some hard money on weekdays, and everyone can accept ten cents." I also asked Mr. Zhao to publicize it more after he went back, so that more storytellers could join our union. Don't worry, I have another idea for this way to make a lot of money. ”

Mr. Zhao's heart warmed, there were a little tears in his eyes, I don't know whether he was moved or excited, and he didn't say too much, just nodded in agreement.

A tall figure broke into the backyard at some point wang tiezhu with an antidote plaster on his head was a little cute, with a polite smile on his face although the

His expression was still a little pale, but his voice was full of energy, and it seemed that his injuries last night had recovered eighty or ninety:

"Brother Zhang Helin, call me to see you in the backyard. Brother Qingyun, what do you command?"

"Brother Tiezhu, I saved your life yesterday, and today I entrusted you with a troublesome matter to let you return the favor, what do you think?" Feng Qingyun held his chin with a sinister smile.

Wang Tiezhu patted his chest and said arrogantly: "Say it, put out the soup and fight the fire, I, Wang Tiezhu, will never frown." ”

"I know that the Iron Fist Gang has some hands on the streets of Lingnan, and I have formed a guild with these storytellers, and when these gentlemen beg for a living in the future, I hope that your Iron Fist Gang will take care of it, and don't let any ruffians and hooligans bully it. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Qingyun stood up, clasped his hands into fists and bowed to Wang Tiezhu, with a very sincere expression on his face.

These storytellers are all characters who eat on the street, and someone has long recognized the young master of the Iron Fist Gang, just thinking that the little fairy's face is still really wide, Wang Tiezhu's thick voice came to his ears:

"Little fairy, you are my brother who has died, and I should take care of this business. From tomorrow onwards, gentlemen, I will go to the entrance of my Iron Fist Gang to lead a small flag, and as long as you put it at the door when you do business in the future, the ruffians will naturally not dare to embarrass you. ”

Busy until dark, sent away the storytellers, Feng Qingyun returned to the canteen in the apse, tonight's meal actually has fish and meat, six dishes and one soup is really like a New Year's festival, it can be seen that today's incense income is quite rich, the sixth senior brother who has always been slamming the door, actually arrogantly let the canteen add dishes.

The only strange thing is that he didn't see a few senior brothers and sisters during the meal, and his curious thoughts were immediately taken away by the aroma of food, after Feng Qingyun ate and drank enough, he touched his round belly, held a toothpick, and walked back to his hut beautifully.

After resting for a while, Feng Qingyun had nothing to do, and simply took out the Soul Gathering Ink, Dan Cinnabar, Condensing Incense and Jade Pendant in the package, and prepared to try to refine a spirit possession magic weapon according to the techniques on the "Primary Spiritual Attachment Technique", called: Qi Gathering Talisman.

Looking at the large pile of materials in front of him, Feng Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head, and smiled a little bitterly at the corner of his mouth. He knew that relying on today's miracles, the name of his little immortal would soon resound throughout Lingnan, and when the time came, as long as the price of incense was raised, some magic artifacts and statues were sold, it would be effortless to make a mountain of gold and silver. But Feng Qingyun, who came from his previous life, actually didn't have any sense of belonging to religious beliefs, and he didn't think that the gods and Buddhas could really help the poor people in the world.

After all, he is a kind, even soft-hearted otaku in his heart, remembering the two called Huazi and the two who he saw at the gate of the Taoist temple today, he doesn't want a poor peasant to dedicate his hard-earned income and even the hope of life to the belief in the gods.

To put it bluntly, he held some money in his hands, and felt that his conscience was a little unbearable, since he had such a powerful system and the wisdom brought by his previous life, he should do something meaningful to the world.

After thinking about it a little, Feng Qingyun rose up, patted his cheek, lifted his spirits, and said self-deprecatingly:

"Feng Qingyun, Feng Qingyun, since you are stupid, you have to be a good person, and you don't want to earn the incense money of those poor people. Then you can only endure hardships by yourself, refine a few more Qi Gathering Charms and sell them for money, otherwise you will live in a small mansion, sleep on Simmons, and the dream of a small barbecue every day will be far away. ”