I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 100 Huashan Workers Group

"Auntie, these are the letters you asked me to write. I wrote two specially for you. Please keep them well!"

"Thank you, little Taoist priest! These two pancakes are a little gift from me, so you must accept them!"

Every seven to ten days or so, Zhao Zhijing would send his disciples down the mountain in batches, one to buy things needed on the mountain, and the other to let them put their knowledge into practice and earn a living with their own abilities.

Any gang or sect in the underworld, as long as it is of some scale, must have a fixed source of income.

On the surface, the gang is supported by wealthy businessmen, and it also has its own businesses. For example, it rents out real estate to farmers and collects rent every year.

The other thing is to recruit disciples widely, and the disciples' apprenticeship fees and annual festival tributes also bring in a considerable amount of money.

They can secretly control smaller sects and gangs, do things that are inconvenient for them to do themselves, and then obtain gray income such as protection fees.

But now the industrial chain that Zhao Zhijing envisioned has not yet taken shape, and he is not interested in other methods, so he lets his apprentices come out to work, earning money while also promoting the future prestige and reputation of the Taoist temple.

But how to act depends on the disciples themselves, just like Cao Qinghua. This old lady wanted to write a letter to her son who was far away in Xiangyang, but she couldn't afford the fee to hire someone to write it for her.

When Cao Qinghua saw it, he immediately wrote two letters for the old lady in case one of them was lost during the long journey.

In the end, he did not confiscate the two pancakes, and after persuading the old lady to leave, he sat back at his own writing stall.

"Boss, this is the Qin ginseng which is very difficult to find even on Mount Hua."

"It is a top-grade product that warms the lungs, eliminates phlegm, relieves asthma and stops coughing. If you still use the previous price, I will have to find another customer."

In front of the drugstore, Zhang Qingzhi saw the shopkeeper wanted to lower the price of the medicine and immediately waved his hand to refuse.

"Boss, these 500 kilograms of food have been moved in on time. If there is no problem, let's settle the payment."

Lu Qingdu was a hard worker, and his master taught him that it was not shameful to earn money with his own hands, so he started moving goods for others.

Every time he went down the mountain, Zhao Zhijing would arrange them into groups of seven, so that if they encountered any tricky troubles, they could at least form a formation to protect themselves.

Zhao Zhijing himself had no idea what to do. He might follow secretly or wait at the foot of the mountain. In any case, he had to see all his disciples return to the mountain that day.

"Is this the Quanzhen Taoist priest who broke your hands and feet?"

"Boss Wei, the little Taoist priest who broke my hands and feet that day is not here, but I can be sure that he is one of them."

Jia Wan, the master of the Sun and Moon Sword, whose limbs were broken by Liu Qingxing, has not yet fully recovered. At this moment, he is nodding and bowing as he accompanies a short middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's surname is Wei and his name is Ye. He is the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, one of the three gangs that control the market town at the foot of Mount Hua.

Speaking of the Iron Palm Gang, it was quite famous in the martial arts world less than twenty years ago. It was said that the gang leader, Qiu Qianren, known as "Iron Palm Floating on Water", was a master who could rival the five greatest masters in the world.

However, ever since the last Huashan Sword Contest, Qiu Qianren suddenly disappeared with no one knowing whether he was alive or dead. The gang disciples searched everywhere for him but could not find any news. Eventually, the Iron Palm Gang was leaderless and gradually declined.

And this Wei Ye was once one of the masters of the Iron Palm Gang. After leaving Iron Palm Mountain, he returned to Huashan area and won over many former members of the Iron Palm Gang. He once again raised the name of the Iron Palm Gang and became a local bully.

Last time, Jia Wan failed to pay the full amount of tribute on time, so Wei Ye sent his followers to teach him a lesson. However, before they could do anything, they found that someone had already broken Jia Wan's hands and feet.

After learning that it was Jia Wan who was blind and offended the Taoist priest of Quanzhen Sect, Wei Ye was unsure for a moment and wanted to see how the other two gangs would act.

Who knew that these three gangs had made a plan together and wanted to wait for the other two gangs to act first, so it has been delayed until now.

"What do the Yellow River Gang and the Shiliang Sect say?"

Before Wei Ye, the other two gangs had sent people to investigate, but there was no follow-up, and no one knew what they were planning.

"Boss Wei, Boss Ma of the Yellow River Gang and Sect Leader Wu of the Shiliang Sect only asked about what happened and didn't say much to me." Wei Ye frowned and glanced at the Quanzhen Sect disciples on the street from the second floor of the restaurant, then snorted.

"Did they really come to you on their own initiative to cause trouble, rather than you being caught first and then having your limbs broken?"

Jia Wan's heart tightened, but he said without hesitation: "Yes, how could I have the courage to deceive the three gang leaders?"

After luring the Taoists out of the town that day and failing to rob them but instead being severely punished, Jia Wan realized that he had hit a wall.

This group of people were really the Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect. The Taoist priest called Master didn't even have to take any action. The young Taoist priest in his teens or twenties easily subdued their group.

After he was released by the other party out of kindness, he was again questioned for not being able to collect the tribute money. Jia Wan had no choice but to bite the bullet and say that it was the Quanzhen Sect that had come to cause trouble for him first.

If I tell the truth, with the methods used by these three gangs, they might beat me up severely and then take me to apologize to the Taoist priest of Quanzhen Sect.

If that happens, I'm afraid I'll really be dead.

Jia Wan thought he couldn't escape, so he just lied. Although the Quanzhen Taoist priests said they were going to practice in Huashan, they might just be giving a warning.

After all, I haven't heard of any Taoist temple on Mount Huashan that can accommodate so many people. After a few days of sightseeing, they will probably return to Chongyang Palace.

In this case, no matter how powerful the three gangs are, they will not be able to take Jia Wan to Chongyang Palace for evidence, and the matter will naturally come to nothing.

Who could have thought that this group of Taoist priests not only took root in Mount Hua, but also did not even give face to the "Red-robed Fairy" Li Mochou, and stayed in the Jade Maiden Peak openly.

"My life will be lost here if I am not careful"

The words had already been spoken, and it was impossible for Jia Wan to change his words at this point. He could only pray to the gods in secret, hoping that Wei Ye and the leaders of the other two gangs would keep quiet and accept the loss because of the Quanzhen Sect's reputation in the martial arts world.

"This matter will not be let go so easily."

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When Jia Wan heard Wei Ye speak, his unbroken leg began to weaken, and he could only hold on hard so as not to appear guilty.

"Since you are a Taoist priest of Quanzhen Sect, you should abide by the rules of the martial arts world. For us who travel the martial arts world, everything we do cannot escape the word of reason."

Wei Ye spoke politely, but his eyes were still fixed on the few young Taoist priests who were setting up stalls to write for people, selling medicine in the pharmacy, or even doing hard labor on the street.

Given the Quanzhen Sect's status in the martial arts world, wouldn't it be easy to build a Taoist temple?
As long as we inform our friends in the Huashan area, we will definitely have the money and the people. Chen Bao, the martial arts tycoon in Tongguan, alone can build this Taoist temple.

"Do you know where they are staying in Huashan now?"

Jia Wan was even more frightened. The Red-Cloaked Fairy Li Mochou was so ruthless that she could wipe out an entire family with just one move, which made him panic just thinking about it.

"Yuyu Nu Peak, at the waist of the mountain."

"Ah."

Wei Ye nodded, and just as he was about to ask something else, he suddenly realized something was wrong and asked in surprise, "Where?"

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