The Era of Immortal Cultivation

After the Lantern Festival, Wu Song helped the magistrate of Yanggu County to send the gift money to Cai Jing. This trip to Bianjing was considered complete.

A few days later, Wu Song left a letter for the government officials to take back to Yanggu, and then he and Li Hao and others went straight to Luoyang.

In just ten days, seven-digit chickens have been born, and millions of chickens have been circulated around the world.

The weavers and shoe sellers they met along the way from Bianjing to Luoyang were all carrying chickens. It can be said that it was truly popular all over the world and completely changed the backward communication methods of the Song Dynasty.

When I arrived at the Beggar Gang, I met Qiao Feng. Thanks to Ren Feizheng’s introduction and Qiao Feng’s previous rescue from Erlong Mountain, it can be said that the host and the guest had a great time.

Qiao Feng immediately named Lu Zhishen, Wu Song and Yang Zhi as the gang's guardians, that is, senior thugs. Under Ren Feizheng's persuasion, he gave Li Hao the position of 'Deputy Leader of the Luoyang Branch'.

Luoyang is a big city in the world, and it stands to reason that this place is a rare and good place.

But Luoyang City is only thirty or forty miles away from the chief helm. Everything is handled by the chief helm. In fact, it has been reduced to the existence of a chief helm reception office. There is little work and leisure, and it has always been a place for retirement.

What Li Hao wants is this leisure.

After Qiao Feng and Lu Zhishen had a drink together, Ren Feizheng pretended to whisper to Li Hao, and then after the wine party ended, he grabbed the drunk Qiao Feng and found a hidden place to talk.<

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"Gang Leader, I wonder if Shaolin has a magic solution to solve the matter involving Master Xu Zhu?"

As soon as Qiao Feng mentioned business, he immediately turned into light and regrouped himself. He lost his drunkenness and said softly:

"Xu Zhu has cultivated the most wonderful magical power in Buddhism to save his life in Taoism. It is not difficult to grow a body.

But now he has too few ‘anchors’. Even if he grows out, he will have to be enlightened. He only has his head left and cannot travel around the world to become famous. There is no good solution from Shaolin!”

What I want is that you can’t do it! Li Hao had confidence in his heart and said:

"My nephew told me a way before, but I think I can give it a try."

Then Li Hao pulled Qiao Feng to express his thoughts.

"Brother Ren, make Xu Zhu's body into a clone, and then let him go south with a single-digit hand chicken? This will not be good for our Beggar Gang!"

"It's a steal! It was Xu Zhu who 'stole' one of my management chickens, and then ran to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to join the Mingjiao or some local gang!

Firstly, it was to help Xu Zhu and help him quickly become famous; secondly, within the Song Dynasty, where was the Beggar Clan’s weakest and least influential place? Isn’t it in the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Huizhou areas?

The spread of hand chicken here is not as fast as that of Xixia and Liao Dynasty, so we need to give them more fire!

What's more, if the root of this chicken is always in the hands of our beggar gang, people in the world will always be wary. Only if two or more operators appear to compete with each other at the same time, can most of the people who are afraid of spying on the chicken be eliminated.

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Qiao Feng remained silent.

These days, the Beggar Gang has gained some reputation due to the spread of the chicken hand, but it has also suffered a lot of temptations and suppression because of the chicken hand.

But it was Qiao Feng who was number one in the world and Ren Feizheng who was at the ‘peak of true form’ who was able to hold on to this treasure.

Qiao Feng thought about it and asked, "But Abbot Xuanci and Xu Zhu may not want this notoriety?"

"Then why don't you just ask Abbot Xuanci directly?"

As the abbot of Shaolin, Xuan Ci naturally had someone give him a chicken. Qiao Feng also took his number when he returned it to Xu Zhu.

The two of them took the chicken and gave it to Xuanci. After the call was put through, Li Hao informed Xuanci of all the plans and finally added:

"Master, after all, this chicken is still in the hands of my beggar gang. Even if you suffer a temporary bad reputation, it will take decades to gradually clear it up in the future, but there are not many opportunities to become famous in the world!"

Xuanci pondered for a long time, and finally felt that the advantages of this matter outweighed the disadvantages. He couldn't let his child only have a head for the rest of his life, right? He also wanted to have a grandson!

Since he loved his son so much, Xuanci nodded in agreement, "Good!"

Thus, a good show was staged.

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At the end of the first month of the first lunar month, Shaolin Temple's "Xuzhu" visited the Beggar Clan's chief helm with great fanfare, and was warmly received by Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, and Ren Feizheng, the elder of the Beggar Clan.

In early February, the Beggar Gang spread the word to the world through the established chicken network and traditional communication methods. They wanted Xu Zhu, who had stolen a "Management Authority Chicken No. 7", and offered a reward of 200,000 yuan. At the same time, they issued a stern message to Shaolin.

Statement of rebuke.

Xu Moli, a new broadcaster with millions of followers from the Beggar Clan, angrily yelled during the broadcast: "This Shaolin has no face! Hosted one after another..."

The beggars lost their treasures and Shaolin lost their face. This kind of excitement is so exciting!

Xu Zhu became the most famous person in the world overnight, and was dubbed the 'Treasure of 200,000 Guan', 'The Strongest Thief in History', 'The Most Demonic Monk in History' and other titles.

His life experience has also been completely revealed: the youngest of the eight Shaolin monks was still in the middle stage of false form a year ago...

What is this? The walking two hundred thousand guan plus the "administrator authority" of the hand chicken, is it the middle stage of false form?

There are countless masters in the world, and careerists are so excited that they embark on a journey to hunt for ‘Xuzhu’.

On February 8th, Shaolin's official spokesperson, Master Xuanci, visited several broadcast rooms to apologize and explain the "Xuzhu Chicken Stealing" incident, and later announced that he would join the Beggar Clan's radio-style chicken channel overnight.

Increased fans by 500,000.

In mid-February, someone saw "the most evil monk in history" Xu Zhu on the Yangtze River using his magical feet to transform into a huge iron bird and go southeast.

It is said that Xu Zhu was afraid of the power of the Beggar Clan and wanted to flee to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas where the Beggar Clan was the weakest.

At the end of February, Xu Zhu appeared in Suzhou and Huzhou many times and headed towards Hangzhou. At the same time, there were inexplicably many rumors in the world, and they were very plausible:

What Xu Zhu stole was the seventh chicken among Ren Feizheng's "Nine Flower-Tailed Chickens". It has never been officially used. It can only be put into use on March 3rd, the Shangsi Festival, when water from the West Lake is sacrificed.

Believe it or not, all the masters from Jiangnan Road headed straight for the West Lake. For a time, the storm was surging and a storm was about to come.

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March 3rd, Shangsi Festival.

On the roadside, there are both the dead grass left in winter and the new green that emerged in early spring. They were all swayed by the strong cold wind today. The sun was blocked by thick clouds, adding to the chill.

A man wearing a bamboo hat walked silently on the path leading to the West Lake, but his undisguised metal hands had exposed his identity.

There were still three or four miles away from the West Lake, and there were many Jianghu people waiting here. When they saw him, they were stunned for a moment, and then they took out their chickens and started to report the news.

Those who can be sent to such a far place are mostly minions, just following this 'Xuzhu' silently.

Li Hao walked straight towards the Wanghu Pavilion. When he could see the pavilion from a distance, a large group of people were already following behind him.

By the lake in the distance, an old Taoist wearing a gilt Taoist robe and holding a fly whisk was fishing. Suddenly he frowned, opened his eyes, and said to himself:

"There were so many people that they scared the fish away. It was really disappointing!"

The old Taoist looked at the clouds in the sky and suddenly smiled, flicked the fly whisk, sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted softly:

"People gather five qi, and the qi becomes five thunders. The god of thunder is in my god, and the qi combines with qi, and the spirit combines with spirit!"

After chanting, he breathed out lightly, and the breath floated straight into the sky.

The already thick clouds in the sky continued to gather, and in an instant the mountains became more numerous, and the color of the clouds gradually dimmed.

Someone in another group of people who were originally by the lake noticed something was wrong. A tall man carrying a knife and a hammer asked in horror:

"Master Fang, this..."

"It doesn't matter! If someone is willing to clean up first, it can save us the effort."

The person who was called Leader Fang wore a robe embroidered with the sun and moon and auspicious clouds, and he also looked good. He was Fang La, the leader of Manichaeism in Daxing in the south.

After Fang La finished speaking, he looked at a lean middle-aged man with a yellow face on the opposite side of the lake, suddenly sneered, and said to the people around him:

"This Murong Fu is also interesting. There are only so many famous masters in the world, and they have to be covered up with masks. Isn't it possible that he will be stronger when he starts using his hands later? What do you think, Shi Bao?"

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Shi Bao smiled naively and said: "People with good reputations can be so twisted. Anyway, I know that this person will not be your opponent no matter what, the leader!"

Fang La laughed and said nothing. He just looked around to see if any other familiar people were coming to take a dip in this muddy water.

Li Hao walked quickly, and within three or four minutes he was close to Wanghu Pavilion. Storms and clouds were already gathering in the sky, and the sky was dark.

There were more and more people surrounding him and it became more and more noisy. Finally, someone couldn't help but drew his sword and shouted:

"Xu Zhu! Quickly hand over the method of controlling the chicken, and I can leave a whole body for you, otherwise I will cut you into pieces and leave you without a burial place!"

Li Hao gently took off his bamboo hat, revealing the iron face underneath, and asked calmly:

"There are so many people here, who should I be a hero for? I only got one chicken No. 7, so I can't let everyone here share their feathers, right?"

There was some noise in the crowd, but soon a respectable old man stopped a few tough men who were about to chop down the people around them, and then said sharply:

"Don't make any plans to kill soldiers by offering peaches! We will definitely each have our own abilities in the future, but until you hand over Chicken No. 7 and the control method, we will never fight among ourselves!"

Li Hao spread his hands, pointed to the sky with one finger, and looked at the sky himself.

Everyone in the world was puzzled, but so many people were no longer afraid that a false form could escape in the middle stage, so most of them looked up.

Nothing!

There is nothing in the sky except dark clouds? There is no traveler in the clouds to save this monk?

In the sky, dark clouds were rolling and tumbling, and they were piled up in piles. Suddenly, thunder burst out, and streaks of lightning pierced the sky for thousands of miles, converging on the edge of the West Lake.

Countless lightning flashes at the same time, reflecting the silvery whiteness between the sky and the earth, piercing the eyes. After the continuous lightning, when the rumbling thunder came, Shanshan was late, and the people still standing on the edge of the West Lake were already less than thirty.

People.

The Huaixi giant bandit Wang Qing, who was originally hiding in a small forest, was so frightened by the thunder and lightning that he trembled. He supported the ape-armed man next to him who had just blocked countless thunderbolts with his golden sword, and asked hoarsely:

"Brother Li, can you possibly defeat this spell caster?"

Wang Qing looked expectantly at Li Zhu, who was known as the best swordsman in Jiangnan. He waited for a long time, but in the end Li Zhu only shook his head lightly and said with a heavy face:

"I am no match for this person. If I take action, I will be lucky to be able to save my life! Among the digital true forms who came to fight for this chicken, I am afraid I am the weakest."

After saying that, Li Zhu stared at Wang Qing, waiting for him to make a decision.

Wang Qing hesitated for a long time with a ferocious expression on his face, and then finally made up his mind and said: "I will go to the city and wait for you first. You wait for the opportunity. If you can get the best, if not, save yourself!"

"That's fine!" Li Zhu looked at Wang Qing deeply and nodded.

In the Wanghu Pavilion, Li Hao stretched out and found a stone chair to sit on, waiting for anyone who was still interested in competing for Chicken No. 7 to come.

An old Taoist priest carrying a fish basket, a swordsman holding a golden sword, a yellow-faced and thin man who looked like he had used the art of disguise, plus a pair of masters and servants.

"Are there only a few of them? Please come into the pavilion and talk about it!"

The old Taoist priest summoned a gust of evil wind and swept away the charred and smelly corpses on the ground. Then he entered the pavilion and took a seat, and the other people followed him in.

Fang La boldly sat on the railing beside the pavilion, looked at Li Hao and said:

"The rumors in the world are untrue! They say that Xu Zhu is just an ordinary false form. I didn't expect that you have actually entered the true form state. No wonder you can steal things from under Qiao Feng's nose."

"That's not necessarily the case!" The old Taoist priest raised his whisk in the air, stared at Li Hao, with some flesh bugs in his eyes, and scolded:

"Qiao Feng grew up at the foot of Shaolin Mountain and has always been on good terms with Shaolin. Is this a play between you and Shaolin?

And you, Grand Master Fang Lafang, if you dare to appear in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Before Li Hao could answer, Fang La laughed, patted Shi Bao beside him and said:

"Lin Lingsu, can you kill our two true forms? Do you think you are Qiao Feng?"

"Guys, please don't be offended!" Li Hao sat up straight, took out Chicken No. 7 and flashed it so that everyone could see the word "seven" on it, and then said with a smile:

"Are everyone here just for the chicken No. 7 in my hand?"

Lin Lingsu picked up the whisk, pointed slightly at Li Hao and said:

"I have always disliked monks, but if you hand over your hands today, I will not only spare you, but also introduce you to His Majesty. High-ranking officials, generous salaries, titles of marquises, and prime ministers are easily available, and the court can also resist Qiao Feng's questions for you.

How about taking responsibility and not running away like a bereaved dog?"

"Not so good! I don't need money as a monk!" Li Hao scratched his head, looked at Murong Fu who was wearing a human skin mask, and asked:

"Brother, what conditions can you offer?"

Murong Fu was speechless for a moment, and his mind was spinning over and over again, but he realized that he was so big as the Murong clan from Gusu, but he couldn't bring up a bargaining chip that could impress a truly powerful person.

"It seems you can't do it! What about the two people next to you?"

What can impress this monk?

Fang La had been thinking about it for a long time and had no clue, but his face showed the loving smile that he was best at preaching, and he blurted out instinctively:

"Please allow me to introduce to you our Manichaeism, the great father Mingzun whom Mingjiao believes in..."

After Fang La talked for a while, he saw that the pupils in the monk's mechanical eyes had turned into red heart shapes.

'Xuzhu' said crazily: "Keep talking! This is good! This is good!"

After saying that, he ran directly behind Fang La, looked at Lin Lingsu arrogantly and said:

"Come and beat me! The trash of the Shenxiao sect! I have someone to cover the yellow-faced poor guy over there, and the kidney-deficient swordsman with the golden sword!"

Although they knew that this was 'Xu Zhu''s instigation, several people still silently drew their weapons and prepared to fight.

After all, there is only one Chicken No. 7, so naturally you have to rely on your hands and effort to speak.