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

Chapter 73 Do you know my Taoist name?

When Yang Guo heard that his master wanted to thank him, his face immediately turned red and he stammered, unable to speak.

But since the master said it was successful, then it must have been successful, right?
In fact, Zhao Zhijing was not sure how long he would be confined. After all, there was no standard to refer to.

Ten or eight years, maybe, severe and strict punishment.

Five years is more likely and is a sentencing standard that is more in line with expectations.

Three years, probably at least. If the punishment is shorter, it will be hard to convince the public.

Zhao Zhijing agreed more with what Hao Datong said. How long he would be confined would definitely depend on the opinion of his master, Yuyang Zhenren Wang Chuyi.

Now Wang Chuyi hasn't returned to the mountain yet, so things will have to be postponed for a while.

And just as Yang Guo guessed, Zhao Zhijing actually did have a backup plan, but it was not a foolproof plan.

"Go back later and tell your brothers and sisters that you have done a great job and the master is very pleased."

"I am just in solitary confinement now. I can eat and sleep well. There is nothing to worry about."

Zhao Zhijing didn't want Yang Guo to feel guilty, so he changed the subject, "But you brothers, don't think that just because Master is fine, you will be fine too."

"Practice well. Qingxing and Qingzhi will supervise your daily exercises. When I leave, I will not let you escape the test just because of a few words of worry."

Seeing his master's confident look, Yang Guo felt that he had found his backbone again. He scratched his head and chuckled twice, and the gloom on his face disappeared.

"correct."

Zhao Zhijing glanced at Guan Man'er and thought that apart from himself, Yang Guo was the only one in Chongyang Palace who could communicate with this child.

"Guo'er, take good care of Man'er for me. He doesn't know anything. Don't let him go hungry or cold, and don't let anyone bully him."

Yang Guo nodded heavily, "Master, don't worry. Even if I have to endure hunger and cold, I will never let you suffer any injustice."

Guan Man'er had just asked to come and see his master, but when he saw him now, he didn't say a word and just looked at his master. Maybe being in solitary confinement in a prison cell was no different from being in any other place to him.

Zhao Zhijing and Yang Guo talked about some things again. Seeing that it was quite a while, although Qiu Chuji agreed, it was still better for him to be more self-conscious.

"Guo'er, take Man'er back with you. Don't forget what your master asked you to tell Qingxing and the others."

"If you have any problem, just go find your Uncle Cui. He is a steady and reliable person and will definitely help you."

Yang Guo bowed respectfully, remembering all that his master had told him, and carefully looked to see if there was anything missing in the cell, thinking that little by little he could add up to a lot so that his master could live a more comfortable life here.

After watching his two disciples leave, Zhao Zhijing thought about his backup plan, but he didn't know whether it would work.

"It's still the first month of the lunar calendar, and I'm afraid the roads in the north will be difficult to travel. I estimate that we'll have a result around the beginning of spring."

Since he couldn't be sure, Zhao Zhijing simply put the matter aside for the time being. Anyway, in at most half a year, no one in Chongyang Palace would be able to stop him.

"After this trip, it's time to find a reason to take my disciples out of Chongyang Palace and find a suitable place to start a new business."

There are already many Quanzhen Taoist temples today, and it can even be said that they are spread all over the world, so there is no shortage of places to stay.

As for the martial sects that had not yet appeared at that time, such as Wudang, Emei, and even the Five Mountains Sword Sect, you could just give them any name you wanted.

Among these options, Zhao Zhijing prefers Guangmingding because of its superior geographical location. No matter who wants to cause trouble, the enemy can be tired to death just by traveling there.

Unfortunately, although the Ming Cult is not well-known here, according to the time, it should have established its headquarters at Guangmingding. With all kinds of strange ideas swimming in his mind, Zhao Zhijing felt that his predecessor had rarely walked in the martial arts world, and the information he had was really a little poor.

Once you really get down the mountain, you can consider getting help from Lu Youjiao of the Beggars' Sect and Guan Changhong of the Changhong Escort Agency if necessary.

"You evil Taoist, what kind of magic did you use to harm my senior brother?"

Hou Tonghai was worried about what had just happened because his senior brother Sha Tongtian refused to speak and he was blind.

At this time, I finally couldn't help but shout, wanting to ask the reason for what happened.

"I don't deserve it. Your senior brother may have listened to what I said and thought of the old times, so he felt emotional."

"My friend, your voice is full of energy, so you should be in your prime. How come you know so much about what happened to us more than ten years ago?"

Zhao Zhijing glanced at the person who was speaking. Apart from his short stature, he had no special features. By process of elimination, he decided that he must be Peng Lianhu among the four people.

Peng Lianhu is a ruthless and unscrupulous person. He works with Sha Tongtian to kill people and rob, and specializes in businesses that require no capital.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't recall any scandalous incidents in which he had been teased, but he knew that he had once used poison to assassinate Ma Yu.

"Since the old man asked such a sincere question, if I don't answer it, it would seem that I don't understand reason."

Peng Lianhu had not heard anything about himself just now. When he saw the other party suddenly change his tone and become quite polite, he thought he was different from the other three people, so he immediately said, "I was just about to ask for your advice."

Zhao Zhijing replied: "Senior, do you know my Taoist name?"

Peng Lianhu only knew that other Quanzhen disciples called him Senior Brother Zhao, but he really didn't know his Taoist name.

"I don't know. Please tell me clearly."

"My name is Poor Daoist Master. Kick the cripple's good leg hard!"

Seeing that the other party had taken the bait, Zhao Zhijing laughed. Then, regardless of how the others cursed after they reacted, he just sat cross-legged and began to study martial arts suitable for his disciples to practice.

"My fellow brothers, I have gone to see the master."

After Yang Guo and Guan Man'er left the cell, they returned to the side hall where they usually practiced martial arts. The brothers who had nothing to do were waiting here anxiously, wanting to know the final result of Yang Guo's plea.

"This is what the Master ordered."

Yang Guo repeated his master's instructions in detail. Liu Qingxing and Zhang Qingzhi, who were asked to supervise the other fellow disciples, naturally felt obliged to do so and agreed immediately.

"What did Uncle Master Qiu say?"

"Master Qiu didn't say it explicitly, but Master said it should have worked."

Yang Guo briefly recounted what happened, then said hesitantly, "Master is certain, but we still have to wait for Master to come back before we can make a decision."

Senior brothers Liu Qingxing and others nodded and said, "It is a pleasant surprise that Uncle Master Qiu has shown mercy and allowed you and Junior Brother Guan to go see Master!"

"We disciples should just listen to our master and concentrate on practicing."

"When the master comes back, he will see that we have made progress in the past six months and will certainly give Master a lighter punishment."

　I just figured out the backend operations. Sorry.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)