Bian Que preached, the time is getting closer and closer, especially in the past few days in Zuihou, the flow of people frantically poured into Shangcai, from all over the world, from hundreds of families, from all over the world, from all the nobles from all over the world, all who can come have rushed here.

The exhibition of Sendanin has been stopped, and everything is waiting for Zuihou's sermon.

Choi Kwok Jong Temple Square.

The faces of the elders of the sect temple have not been better, but fortunately, now that everything has been built, there is no need to breathe a lot of sediment every day.

A huge circular open-air venue, isolated from the inside and outside, is crowded with people wanting to enter it.

There were a total of twenty entrances, and at each entrance there were three disciples of the healer who were responsible for collecting money.

"When will it start, isn't it the fifth day of the fifth month of May?"

"Hurry up, let's get in!"

"It's time, it's crowded here!"

"Hurry up!"

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Inside the convention hall.

Jiang Tai stood in the center of the venue in a black robe, looking at the huge high platforms around him, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Finally, it's a little familiar, it's such a big stadium! It's so big, it's rare in my previous life!" Jiang Tai smiled and looked at the high platform around him.

There are a lot of signs around, and even the latrine signs, although they are simple, but with reference to the previous life, everything is done in good shape.

In the center, there is a huge square platform, on the huge platform, there is a Dan furnace in front of Bian Que, who is in the process of alchemy, followed by two disciples.

Jiang Tai jumped on the high platform and looked at Bian Que.

"Sir, the people outside are already impatient!" Jiang Tai smiled.

Bian Que was extremely comfortable, and said, "Jiang Tai, thank you really this time! If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be so many people coming!"

"It's more than I expected, but fortunately, we are well prepared, when will this furnace pill be good, sir?" Jiang Tai said curiously.

"It will take two hours, although there are many people, but unfortunately, I don't know how many people can listen to me!" Bian Que said with a smile.

"They are all here for the resurrection pill of Mr., but I have a way to let them listen carefully to Mr., but I need Mr. to cooperate with me then!" Jiang Tai said solemnly.

"Don't worry, no matter what happens this time, I'm satisfied, I listen to you!" Bian Que said with a smile.

"That's good, I'll start letting people in right away!" Jiang Tai smiled.

"Okay!" Bian Que nodded.

With the help of a medical disciple, Jiang Tai quickly flew to the southern peak of the venue not far away.

Below, the streets were packed all around.

The fifth day of the fifth month of May. The Physician Sermon Conference is about to begin.

"Shout as I said!" Kang Tae said.

"Hmm!" the medical disciple replied.

"Listen, everyone, the sermon will begin immediately, and now, I'll tell you the rules!" shouted the healer's disciple.

Suddenly, the streets of the Quartet fell silent.

The disciple of the medical family looked excited, there were more than 100,000 people in front of him. Just listening to this group of people talk to themselves is an extremely pleasant thing.

And in the palace of King Cai.

King Cai is being overwhelmed by the war in all directions at the moment.

"Father, Bian Que said, the whole city is in chaos, what should I do if some assassins are mixed in?"

"People's hearts are greedy, and they really let Bian Que gather so many people to listen to the sermon!" said the Qing-robed Ancestor in a deep voice.

"Hmph, they are all going to the resurrection pill, who will really listen to his doctor's preaching?" King Cai said coldly.

Suddenly, the voice of a medical disciple resounded throughout the city.

"Immediately, twenty entrances, ready to start putting you in, twenty sword coins each!" the medicine disciple shouted.

Cai Aihou's eyes suddenly turned red.

"I thought that the development hall was the most profitable, but now I know that preaching is the most profitable!" Cai Aihou said extremely unpleasantly.

"Twenty knife coins for one person, 100,000 people, that's two million knife coins, 200,000 people, that's four million knife coins, one thousand knife coins is one gold, four thousand gold, just one day? earn four thousand gold a day? This, this is a money grab!" The eyes of the blue-robed ancestor also turned red.

King Cai also had an extremely complicated complexion, earning 4,000 gold a day. Shang Cai's taxes for a year are not so much, so much money, he can organize a huge army.

The voice of the medical disciple continued to resound throughout the city.

"Remember, everyone who has paid the money will receive a bamboo card, remember, you must get a bamboo card, because who will end up with the resurrection pill is what you decide next. The disciple of the healer shouted.

"Wow!" the people gathered in all directions shouted in surprise.

"On each bamboo card, there will be a number, after entering the preaching venue, remember to sit in the right seat, only in the right seat, in order to get the resurrection pill, otherwise, will lose the opportunity! If you don't know how to read, there are a large number of Confucian, Mohist, and Legalist disciples in the venue, they will tell you where the number seat is?"

"I'll say it again........................!"

"Do you hear me clearly?" the healer disciple called out again.

"Hear me!" the whole city shouted.

"Okay, now, start queuing up to enter, come according to the order, don't cut the line, those who cut the line, don't enter!" the disciple of the doctor shouted.

Suddenly, people from all over the world began to line up.

King Cai, Marquis Cai, and the ancestor of the green robe, the three of them looked at each other.

"Father, so much money, so much! And no one forced it, no one forced it, he was willing to hand it over, how could he be Bian Que!" Cai Aihou smiled bitterly.

"Everything was done by that kid, he is much more important than Bian Que!" said King Cai's expression slightly.

"Oh?"

"That kid is the god of money, how long has it been, and so much money has been in the account?What is the theory of the doctor's family?In the eyes of this king, what is the theory of the doctor?That kid is the key, if I Cai Guo gets his ......?" King Cai's eyes gradually turned red.

Cai Aihou's face also changed, yes, it's all that kid?

"Dance, don't target that kid in the future, the widow wants to recruit him!" said King Cai's eyes.

"Yes!" Cai Aihou gritted his teeth.

Although I don't want to admit it, that kid is really good at making money. But what about your own hatred?

Outside the preaching room.

Although there were some skirmishes, they did not affect the flow of people.

There was too much traffic.

To be more precise, the hands of the disciples of the medical family who collected money were soft.

In the past, I traveled the world, and although I didn't talk about food and drink, more than 100 people didn't steal or rob, and my life was really not too satisfying.

Lack of money!

The propaganda of various theories does not require money? It's like a doctor practicing medicine everywhere, what should he do with medicinal herbs? Picking them by himself is far from enough.

What about buying money?

Bian Que's character is very good, and he does not allow chickens and dogs to be thieves among his disciples. Therefore, money has always been a big problem for doctors to publicize.

This is also the reason why doctors are tepid.

And a group of medical disciples are also very concerned about money.

The Xiandan Academy is making money every day, and the disciples of the medical family have long been grateful to Jiang Tai, after all, Jiang Tai and the medical family are half of the same person. Half of it is my own.

Nowadays, too, the hand of counting money is soft. I'm going to vomit when I count the money.

This is the first time that a medical disciple has felt this way.

I used to lack money to spend, but now I want to vomit when I count the money?

I don't know whether I am happy or sorrowful. There are too many people.

Jiang Tai stood at the top of the venue, watching the flow of people around him.

Twenty knife coins, not too much, no less, one knife coin is equivalent to one hundred yuan in the previous life. Twenty knife coins, equivalent to two thousand yuan in the previous life.

Two thousand yuan, a lot, but ordinary people can still get it.

It's equivalent to watching a star concert in a previous life. And this is even more haode than in the previous life, because Zuihou still has a big prize waiting for everyone.

This is a great treasure in the world. It's like in the previous life, the ticket for the concert of 2,000 yuan, zuihou, and there is a chance to get a huge treasure like the 'heirloom jade seal'. Who wouldn't want to try their luck?

Everyone thought they were the luckiest, twenty knife coins, and Shinobi came in.

"It's really lively!" said the medical disciple on the side.

"yes, it's a pity it's a bit monotonous!" Jiang Tai nodded.

"Monotonous, so lively and monotonous?" the medical disciple didn't understand.

Jiang Tai rolled his eyes and didn't elaborate, do I want to tell you, will it be more harmonious to accompany the "March of the Volunteers" at this time? Tell you, you won't be able to play it!

The people who paid the money and took the number plate quickly poured into the venue.

As soon as I entered the venue, I was blown away by the huge building. The stadium was nothing in Jiang Tai's previous life, but in this era, it was more shocking than the major competitions in various countries.

As soon as I entered the interior, there was an uproar.

There are signs all around, and they are all divided according to the numbers on their number plates.

Some illiterate people could not read and write, and many Confucian, Mo, and Legalist disciples were responsible for guiding the illiterate people to find their seats, and clearly telling them what the numbers were.

"Those disciples of Confucianism, Mohism, and Legalism are in charge of order, and you spent a lot of money on recruitment, right?" Jiang Tai looked at the medical disciples on the side.

"No, they don't want money!"

"Oh?"

"This time, there are more than 100,000 people, close to 200,000 people participating, such a grand event, no giant in the world has ever held it, they came with an attitude of learning, we give them the opportunity to practice, they naturally don't mention asking for money!" The medical disciple said with a smile.

"You're really slamming the door!" Jiang Tai said with a wry smile.

"You haven't lived a hard life, you can save a little!" said the medical disciple.

Jiang Tai: "..................!"

The flow of people is constantly coming in.

In the middle of the flow of people, there was a black-robed man, looking at the money collection around him with a sneer.

"Bian Que, you're making such a big noise, it's hard to find you?"

The black-robed man was none other than the plague god he met in Wind and Thunder Town last year, Liu Yuanda!

Liu Yuanda gently put on the hat of the black robe, covering his face, so that people could not see his face, followed the flow of people, and slowly walked into the venue-

Cai Wang Palace.

King Cai, Marquis Cai, and the ancestor in the green robe, listening to the noise outside, for a while, they were not even interested in dealing with the government.

"Four thousand gold, four thousand gold!" Cai Aihou said with red eyes.

"Report!"

An attendant ran over.

"Huh?"

"Frontline Secrets!"

King Cai took the bamboo slip and looked at it quickly.

"Resurrection Pill from the dead, can the widow enter a great realm?" King Cai's face changed.