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

Chapter 165 Two completely different people
When the Beggar Gang disciples saw that the weapon in the man's hand was actually the Quanzhen Sect's sword, they thought that this was not a small matter of paying a few taels of silver as compensation.

No matter whether it was stolen or robbed, or the property belonged to him personally, the Beggars' Sect would not interfere.

"Dear fellow villagers, please be patient."

The leading Five Bags disciple clasped his fists and saluted, and said to the shop owners who had just rushed over to catch the thief, "This man is most likely related to Master Zhao of Huashan. It would be safest for us to take him to the Jade Maiden Peak."

When everyone heard that it was related to Master Zhao, although they were still indignant, they did not make it a point to argue too much.

The Beggars' Gang was promised to compensate for the damaged equipment and injured hands, so they just cursed a few times and then dispersed.

Huashan Jade Maiden Peak, Zuowang Observation.

Yang Guo, wearing a neat and clean Taoist robe, was welcoming guests at the mountain gate.

Senior Brother Liu Qingxing, who was originally in charge of welcoming guests, was fond of the I Ching hexagrams. Yang Guo picked out fine peach wood to make signboards engraved with the hexagrams and gave them to his fellow brothers during the New Year.

The piece that Yang Guo was given was engraved with "Yuanheng Lizhen", which he liked very much and he often played with it in his hands in his spare time.

He was just rubbing it slowly with his fingers, until he saw a customer coming, then he put the fingers back into his sleeve.

"So you are Brother Li from the Beggars' Sect. I, Yang Guo, am honored to meet you."

The man Yang Guo called Brother Li was the Five Bags disciple who was in charge of the Beggars' Sect affairs in Huayin County, named Li Tong.

The two sides live next to each other and have occasional contact, so they are not strangers.

"Master Yang, you are too polite. I have something to ask Master Zhao. I wonder if Master Zhao is in the temple right now?"

Li Tong would not look down on Yang Guo just because he was much younger than him. All the disciples under Master Zhao were outstanding.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that Zhao Zhijing only watched the battle last year and his disciples took action to wipe out the bandits in Erlong Mountain was something that Li Tong would never be able to do.

"Master is in the Sanqing Hall, please follow me."

Yang Guo was also very polite. He had been looked down upon and despised when he was wandering in his early years. Now that he had become the receptionist of Zuowang Temple, whenever he met someone, he would call him "little Taoist priest" or "little immortal master", feeling quite proud of himself.

Therefore, I must be more careful and attentive in everything I do, and never bring shame to my Master due to my negligence.

"Brother Li, who is this person?"

Yang Guo was about to lead the way, but when he glanced at the man driven by the two Beggar Gang disciples, he suddenly felt something strange, so he opened his mouth and asked.

The man had unkempt hair and ragged clothes. At first glance, he looked no different from a beggar, but upon closer inspection, he was different and vaguely familiar.

"To be honest with you, Taoist Yang, this guy was causing trouble in Huayin County at the foot of the mountain. We arrested him and found the sword of your sect in his hand, so we brought him up."

Quanzhen Sect?

When Yang Guo heard this, he looked more carefully. A figure suddenly appeared in his mind. He was about to blurt out something but swallowed it back.

"This is not something I can say casually, so you should go see the master as soon as possible!"

Yang Guo didn't ask any more questions and hurriedly brought a few people to the Sanqing Temple.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing was teaching Guan Man'er how to identify and press acupoints in the hall. When he saw the guests arriving, he stopped temporarily.

"Master Zhao"

The two sides exchanged greetings first, and then Li Tong explained in detail the reason for going up the mountain. Finally, he said that it would be entirely up to Zhao Zhijing to decide how to deal with the matter.

When Zhao Zhijing heard that it was related to Quanzhen Sect, he slowly swept his eyes over the man, but the man seemed to have encountered something extremely guilty, and lowered his head deeply, not allowing anyone to see his face clearly.

Then he looked at Yang Guo again. The master and the disciple were in sync. Yang Guo shook his head calmly, indicating that he had not revealed the man's identity. "Thank you, all the heroes of the Beggars' Sect. I would like to thank you in person."

"Since this matter is related to my Quanzhen Sect, please leave the person here and I will handle it myself."

Li Tong clasped his fists and said, "Of course, it's all up to Master Zhao to order."

Zhao Zhijing then said to Yang Guo, “Guo’er, go get some more silver and some medicine to treat the external injuries, and ask the Beggars’ Sect for help, and go down the mountain to handle this matter properly.”

"Yes, Master."

Li Tong could tell from Zhao Zhijing's words that he wanted to send the guest away. It seemed that this person was indeed from Quanzhen Sect, but it was inconvenient to reveal his identity in public, so it was better for everyone to keep it a secret.

He immediately found an excuse to say goodbye and leave, and Zhao Zhijing bowed again to thank the other party.

Waiting for the Sanqing Hall to return to peace, Zhao Zhijing sighed slightly, walked up to the man, and took the sword that was badly worn.

It’s strange to say, the man was willing to sacrifice his life for the sword before, but now he seemed to have lost all his energy and strength, kneeling in front of the Three Pure Ones with trembling body.

"Junior Brother Zhen, long time no see."

"Ahem."

This strange man who looked no different from a beggar, who was addicted to drinking, causing trouble, and hurting people and running away from debt was none other than Zhen Zhibing, who left Chongyang Palace at the same time as Zhao Zhijing in April last year.

I saw his shoulders shaking constantly, his crying was low and suppressed, his tears, snot and saliva were mixed together, he looked really miserable.

Zhao Zhijing had no good feelings towards Zhen Zhibing, but seeing him like this, he still felt a little sorry for him, so he walked up to him slowly and helped him check his injuries.
"Um"

"Mostly external injuries, but the internal energy is also weak and disordered. I think it's caused by long-term alcoholism and depression."

Zhao Zhijing put two fingers of his right hand together and used the power of the One Yang Finger to press a few major acupoints for Zhen Zhibing to clear his meridians. If he was not treated, he might not even be able to speak clearly.

"vomit!"

Not long after, Zhen Zhibing felt warm and comfortable all over his body, and finally came back to life. Suddenly, his stomach churned and he couldn't help but open his mouth and vomit.

"He was originally considered a leading figure among the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. How could he end up like this after just one year of traveling down the mountain?"

Zhao Zhijing frowned and called out, "Someone come here."

An hour later, Zhen Zhibing was finally helped to wash up and changed into a neat Taoist robe.

However, when facing Zhao Zhijing again, he still avoided his gaze and dared not look him in the eye.

"Although I violated several of our sect's rules in one go, I haven't forgotten my roots by not exchanging our Quanzhen sect's sword for wine."

Seeing that he refused to say a word, Zhao Zhijing continued, "It was indeed I who forced you to leave Zhongnan Mountain. You and I know the reason. If you feel that I have caused you to be like this, just tell me."

"Senior Brother Zhao Zhao."

Zhen Zhibing finally spoke slowly, his voice choked and hoarse, and he lowered his head and said, "It's all my fault that I've become like this today. It has nothing to do with my senior brother."

"Oh?"

Although Zhao Zhijing had his reasons for not letting Zhen Zhibing stay in Chongyang Palace, he was still a little surprised to hear his answer.

"There is no wine in the Taoist temple, so just drink some tea."

"If you have anything to say later, then say it. If not, then go down the mountain by yourself. I will just pretend that you have not been here today."

(End of this chapter)