I saw several beggars in tattered clothes standing aside, and the first one was glaring angrily at the middle-aged man selling pastries. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I'm talking nonsense?" the middle-aged man couldn't help but show a little anger on his face when he heard this.

"Anyway, I'm also self-reliant, how can it be like you guarding a spiritual god cult every day, deceiving yourself!"

When a few beggars heard this, they were furious, and they stepped forward a few steps, with a fierce momentum, and shouted, "You don't respect the spirit gods!"

"I'm just disrespectful, so what?" the middle-aged man sneered.

A few beggars shouted again.

At this time, an old beggar with a wrinkled face stepped forward, looked at the middle-aged man, mysteriously, and said with a persuasive face: "You are not right. Ever since I believed in the Spirit, every time I begged, I closed my eyes and prayed. If you just close your eyes and pray for a moment and a half, and then open your eyes, most of the time there is no money in the bowl. But if you close your eyes and pray for a few hours, and then open your eyes, there will be money in the bowl. ”

"This is the gift of the spirit god, the more pious you are, the more gift you have!" the old beggar looked a little excited, "Therefore, blessed is it to believe in the spirit god!"

"Yes, blessed is the Spirit!" cried another beggar, "once I stole something in the shop and prayed to the Spirit, and the shop didn't find out!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face showed contempt, and he said, "You are not writing letters and letters for the sake of wealth and profit. In that case, go and believe that bullshit spirit. ”

The beggars were in an uproar, scolding one after another, and flocked forward, and more and more onlookers were around.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face couldn't help but change.

Yi Yun watched from the side, walked in front of the middle-aged man in a few steps, handed out a hundred taels of silver ticket, and said lightly: "This is a hundred taels, don't look for it." ”

The surroundings were suddenly silent, and the scene was cold.

The middle-aged man was also stunned and at a loss.

Yi Yun smiled slightly and explained: "What you just said is quite in line with me, and the rest is considered a reward." ”

The middle-aged man was immediately overjoyed, took the silver ticket, and thanked him a thousand times: "Thank you for the generous reward!"

The crowd also came back to their senses, and suddenly broke out into a burst of discussion, attracting people from a farther away to come and watch.

The beggars looked at the silver ticket of one hundred taels, their eyes were shining, their mouths were salivating, and they obviously looked excited.

Immediately, they looked at Yi Yun again, but when they saw his body and face, they seemed to be quite difficult to mess with, and they were a little hesitant at the moment.

"Heaven damn Spirit God Cult! Lie to me too much!" Suddenly, the old beggar from earlier let out a loud cry. At the same time, he stomped his feet again and again, with an angry face.

The remaining beggars seemed to be empowered, and reacted instantly, secretly scolding the old beggar for being cunning and treacherous in their hearts. Immediately, they spoke out one after another, and they also insulted the Spirit God Sect, and the words became more and more wonderful and ingenious, which made people applaud.

Some onlookers then cheered, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

In fact, some people's so-called belief in the gods is nothing more than greed.

Seeing such a scene, thinking of this in his heart, Yi Yun couldn't help but shake his head, then put away the pastries and was about to leave.

When several beggars saw this, they were in a hurry.

"Who insults my Holy Sect!" At this moment, a loud shout came.

......

In the west of Shiyang City, on a rather prosperous street.

A group of people, mostly civilians, were walking slowly in the middle of the road, mixed with several people in white.

When this group of people walked, some passers-by often came to ask the man in white about something, and after a few conversations, they joined in.

After a few moments, the crowd passed through a rather deserted street.

There are no pedestrians around, and there are abandoned houses on both sides, which is a rare deserted place in the city.

At the head of the crowd was a young man, dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and sharp eyes.

He moved slightly, as if he was quite uncomfortable with the clothes on his body. Then he looked around, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, come with me. The young man said.

"Yes. Then several men in white came out of the crowd and stood with him.

Then, the young man led several men in white forward.

Not far after Fang walked out, a few people only heard the screaming sound, and when they looked up, they saw that several rays of light flew out of the abandoned houses on both sides, and they fell in front of him in a flash.

When the rainbow light dissipated, several figures appeared.

At first, he was a Taoist priest, and he looked weird, like a wild dog.

......

"It's him!" the old beggar pointed at Yi Yun and shouted.

When he saw that Yi Yun was about to leave, he understood that money was hopeless, and he couldn't help but feel malicious in his heart.

Several beggars followed suit.

A big man in white stood beside him, his face proud. He turned his head sideways, looked at Yi Yun, raised his eyebrows, and said, "That's you?"

Yi Yun couldn't help frowning when he saw this person. However, he clearly found that he had a faint spiritual power on his body, and he was actually a cultivator, but his cultivation was not high, and most of them were not as good as the realm of exorcism.

When the white-clothed man saw that Yi Yun regarded him as nothing, he was angry in his heart at that time, and said, "Do you know who I am?"

When Yi Yun heard this, he only shook his head lightly.

The white-clothed man couldn't help but stagnate, his face turned red, and he said after a while: "Listen up! Lao Tzu is a ghost...... Zhang Dazhuang under the Ghost Male Sect Master!" Halfway through speaking, his face changed for some reason, and he paused before continuing.

When Yi Yun heard this, his heart moved.

In this way, this Spirit God Sect is probably not an ordinary sect, and nine times out of ten it has many connections with cultivators, so it is not impossible to belong to the Demon Sect.

"Deacon Zhang, this kid doesn't respect the spirits, you have to teach a good lesson. The old beggar walked up to the big man in white and said flatteringly.

The man in white didn't seem to know much about his sect.

"Lord Deacon, this boy is very rich. Just now we watched him take out a hundred taels to buy pastries, and he didn't blink. ”

When Zhang Dazhuang heard this, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Immediately, he swayed, stepped forward a few steps, faced Yi Yun, and clasped his hands across his chest.

Zhang Dazhuang said: "Although you don't respect the spirit gods, you are not the person I teach after all. As long as you can get me to take a step, I won't pursue this matter anymore. ”

"If I can't do it, how are you going to pursue it?" Yi Yun frowned and said lightly.

Zhang Dazhuang snorted lightly and said proudly: "Of course you can't do it." ”

In his eyes, Yi Yun didn't have the slightest spiritual power on his body, and he didn't look like a cultivator at all. Although he can't see the clues of people who are extremely high, how can such people be encountered casually. And Yi Yun's dress doesn't look like a high-ranking person, he is probably just a mortal with some brute strength.

"When the time comes, you only need to teach me a few thousand taels of silver, and this matter will be over. Zhang Dazhuang said as a matter of course, squinting at Yi Yun with a bit of contempt in his eyes.

Yi Yun couldn't help but smile a little playfully when he heard this.

Then, he took a few steps forward.