The sun is shining, don't beg to sit behind the long table in front of the city guard's mansion, slowly sipping fragrant tea. In front of him was a small celadon filigree plate with eight small celadon filigree dishes, which were all fine pastries made by the chef of the castle guard's mansion.

Tea is good tea, and the spirit tea picked in the deep mountains next to Ancheng, the pastries are also good pastries, and there are two delicate and well-behaved maids around to Beg with a fan, the cool breeze mixed with the aroma blowing, Beg feels that his enjoyment is really a bit depraved.

The wind was blowing the flags overhead, and some idlers were carefully standing under the eaves across the road, watching the movement. From time to time, a few people dressed as casual cultivators walked past the City Lord's Mansion, cautiously and quickly glancing at the notices posted on both sides of the gate. Beg noticed that some of the loose cultivators were obviously tempted, but when they were about to walk towards him, they were dragged away in a hurry by their companions.

After a snap of his mouth, Beg turned his head and asked a maid beside him, "It's been two days, why hasn't anyone applied yet?"

The two maids didn't dare to say anything, but bowed slightly respectfully, and replied in a low voice: "The maid doesn't know!"

Don't you know? Beg poured three or two mouthfuls of tea into his mouth, grabbed two pieces of pine nut cake and swallowed them, then clapped his hands, and called out to the city lord's mansion: "Monk, come out and watch, if someone signs up, take him to see Sanle Zhenren." Well, I don't believe it, with such good conditions, no one is willing to apply!"

Standing up, Beg was about to go to He'an Cheng to inquire about the news, but suddenly he saw an old man in a green sè robe in a pill pharmacy specializing in selling all kinds of pills diagonally opposite, squinting and hiding behind the curtain of the door, squinting his eyes to look at him through the gap in the curtain. The old man's cultivation was only at the level of the early stage of Jindan, and there was a bit of jǐng ti in his eyes, and even a little bit of disgust.

The old man was hiding behind the curtain, and most of his face was covered by the shadow of the door panel, if it wasn't for the sharp eyes, where could he be found?

Frowning, Beqi stood up, gave up his seat to the little monk who came out of the mansion, and then walked to the Nadan Pharmacy with a smile. Seeing Beg walking towards him, the old man's face suddenly changed sharply, and as soon as he put on the door panel, he was about to close the door of the Dan Pharmacy.

But where could he allow him to close the door, he reached the door with his feet, stretched out his hand against the door panel, and greeted the old man through the curtain: "Why does this Taoist friend see the poor road as if he saw a ghost?

The old man's face turned blue for a while, he hurriedly loosened the door panel, staggered back a few steps, and said to Bei Qi again and again: "Daoyou, senior, I don't know where the junior offended the senior, giggle, cluck!" As he spoke, the old man actually shivered, and his teeth collided and made a 'cluck' sound. Clearly, he was frightened by Beggar's sudden arrival.

There were sounds all around, and Beqi didn't need to release his spiritual sense, just standing on the clouds in the sky and looking down at the information fed back by a demon god puppet in Ancheng below, it was enough for him to know the movements around him - more than a dozen shops related to cultivators nearby, and the shopkeepers and men of those shops all walked out of the door carefully, finding various excuses to greet each other, but all eyes were on Beg.

Surprised to look back at those people, those shopkeepers suddenly scattered, one by one hurriedly returned to their shops, and a few timid people directly closed the door and hung out the pretense of closing. Don't look up at the sky blankly, the sun is shining, it's noon, it's closed, you close to the ghost?

After a few dry laughs, Bei Qi walked into the Dan Pharmacy, smiled and said to the old man: "Don't panic, don't be afraid. Poor Dao has no malicious intentions, but there are some things that I want to consult with Taoist friends. ”

The old man trembled and grabbed a rag and vigorously wiped a spotless medicine shelf beside him. He smiled dryly: "If the seniors have any questions, the juniors must know everything and say everything, and the seniors just ask." ”

Don Beg rolled his eyes and asked with a smile: "What kind of sect does Daoyou come from?"

'Knock', the old man knelt directly on the ground, he kowtowed heavily and said: "The seniors are gracious, the seniors are gracious! The juniors were born in a small family, nine days ago, the elders of the junior family died tragically in the mountains, and now there are no elders in the door to call the shots." Woo, if the seniors fancy this little bit of foundation of the juniors, just take it, the juniors are not easy to practice for three hundred years, and it is easy to form a golden pill, and please spare your life!"

Sluggish.

Don't beg to look at this old man who was crying bitterly and his face was full of snot and tears, and it took a while to come back to his senses: "Is the poor road so terrible?"

The old man kowtowed heavily on the ground and cried: "The little Wuxiang Buddha is furious with the Arhat predecessors Nirvana, the Golden Pavilion Temple was destroyed, the Jade Pagoda Temple was overturned, and the poor younger generations are not easy to cultivate, and it took three hundred years of hard work to form a golden pill, and the predecessors raised their noble hands...... The juniors are pure yang, and they can't be easily discarded!"

Don't beg was dazed again, he frowned and pondered for a long time, then he picked up the old man and shouted: "Don't cry, give me a good word! If you dare to cry again, I will pick your skin, draw your tendons, and reduce your soul to the Nine Hells, and suffer from the Soul Refining of the Flame at night!"

There was a loud roar, and there were more sounds of doors closing around, but the old man hurriedly put away his crying, and hurriedly wiped his face with a rag for a while, forcing a smile. He lowered his waist in a low voice, carefully explaining to Beg the strange atmosphere in He'an City.

It turned out that when the monk Jing'an was the lord of the city, the strength around Ancheng was relatively balanced. The Great Paradise Palace and the Jade Pagoda Temple are at loggerheads, and the two forces with strong backers behind them have reached a balance in the open and secret battles, and the other small forces are naturally happy to seek development in the cracks. The monk of Jing'an was the lord of the city, and he governed the city with the Buddha's cultivation heart, and the rìzi of these small forces were much better.

But it was a sudden change in kung fu in less than half a month.

The Great Paradise Palace stepped on the Yuta Temple, the soldiers came to the Golden Pavilion Temple, and the Jing'an monk fell, and he was replaced by Sanle Zhenren as the city lord. That's it, although Sanle Zhenren is an evil cultivator, but the Golden Pavilion Temple does not fall, the two major forces are still evenly matched after all, at most Sanle Zhenren is greedy, the number of taps is a little larger, and other small forces can still live peacefully in He'an City.

However, Liu Yi and others suddenly intervened, and Beg even pushed him heavily in the back. The Great Paradise Palace was completely wiped out, the Kinkakuji Temple was completely destroyed, and the heads and elders of the large and small forces around Anseong were blown up to ashes by Beggar's desperate plan, and the righteous leader was furious that the Arhats were also eaten and wiped clean by the ancestor of the Aki, and even the ashes were refined by the ancestor of the Shrine.

For a while, the Great Paradise Palace around Ancheng was dominant, and the ancestor of Jiji was like a dark cloud, weighing heavily on the hearts of all the small forces. The Great Paradise Palace has a bad reputation, and has always liked to do some things to rob men and women, and its reputation in He'an City is simply against the wind and stinks for 800 miles. Now that the angry Arhat has fallen, the Great Paradise Palace has no opponent nemesis, and the backers of various small forces have also died cleanly, it is impossible for you to call the disciples of these small forces not to be afraid!

As far as the old man in front of Bei Qi is concerned, the strongest Taishang Elder of his sect is only a cultivator in the middle stage of the Yuan Shen, but because of curiosity, he went to the deep mountains in the east to see what the remains of Zhixian looked like, of course, he also had the intention of picking up the bargain. As a result, this is gone, and along with several elders in the sect, they have also become ashes. Now there are only a few big cats and two or three kittens left in the door, and there is still a Jiji ancestor behind them.

One of these small forces is reluctant to abandon the foundation of the portal, but the other is afraid of begging them to death. Therefore, these rì are like ants on a hot pot, and their hearts are tormented, but they don't know what to do.

Don't beg them to erect a flagpole to recruit loose cultivators to join the City Lord's Mansion, the problem is that the reputation of the Great Paradise Palace is too stinky, which casual cultivator dares to join for those high salaries?

"That's it!" Beg looked at the old man who was trembling with fright: "The reputation of the Great Paradise Palace really stinks?"

The old man laughed dryly, not daring to answer the question. The Great Paradise Palace has a very bad reputation, it simply stinks on the street. The disciples of the Great Paradise Palace are all demons, which of the other monks dares to provoke them? Not to mention that they just put up a banner to solicit people, even if they don't beg for real money and silver in front of them, no casual cultivator dares to join the City Lord's Mansion for the sake of greed for money.

Looking at the old man's dry smile, Don't beg's heart was on fire. Why did he ignore this question? Is the fame of the Great Paradise Palace really stinky?

However, now that the elders of the big and small forces around Ancheng have died cleanly, why should he reason with these monks who stayed in the city?

With a cold snort, Beg patted the old man on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the Dan Pharmacy. He walked slowly to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, tore down the two notices at the door, and then flew into the sky. With a full breath of true qi, Don't beg and shouted: "Listen to all the loose cultivators in He'an City! From now on, you are all disciples of the outer gate of the Great Paradise Palace! There is no monthly salary, no salary, and the only way out for you is to bow down and obey orders, and obediently act according to Dao Ye and my words!"

A few thunderbolts were dropped, causing several houses in the city to collapse, and Beg shouted loudly: "From now on, all the shops in the city are the property of the Great Paradise Palace! All of you shopkeepers, fellows, and those who have cultivated to the peak of the day after tomorrow will be registered in the city lord's mansion for Lao Tzu, and from now on, you are all outer disciples of the Great Paradise Palace! Whoever dares not to go, kill! Whoever dares to conceal accounts and kill! Who dares to hide money and property, kill!"

Dancing and throwing dozens of thunderbolts around, Bei begged and howled: "All in all, from today onwards, the Great Paradise Palace will unify and Ancheng, those who obey me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die! All the monks will register all the assets of their own sect and report it today, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

Taking a breath, Bei Qi said in a deep voice: "Today, I will join the outer disciples under the Great Paradise Palace, and the Dao Master will guarantee their safety." Those who join in the future, hehe, it is inevitable to be a furnace!"

I only heard a sudden burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the city, and a large group of monks ran out of all places crying and shouting, either in the clouds, or in the light of the sword, one by one broke their heads and rushed towards the city guard. It was just a cup of tea, and the city guard was surrounded by tens of thousands of monks, and those monks yelled and shouted one by one, crying that they wanted to be included in them as soon as possible!

Beg was so happy to see it that he suddenly burst out laughing.