I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

He thought Li Lin was deliberately mocking him.

"A broken leg might fetch three taels of silver, that's not bad, it's just a pity my father was blind, he insisted on taking the silver to gamble..."

The beggar didn't say anything more. He had only said these things in an attempt to beg for a way to survive from Li Lin, hoping that this wicked Taoist priest who could beat people into a bloody mist at the slightest disagreement would spare his life.

Li Lin shook his head, ignoring the beggar's stench, reached out and grabbed his broken leg, squeezing and pushing it forcefully.

"Lead the way. To the Feng family's house you mentioned."

Li Lin gestured for the beggar, whose leg had been set, to lead the way. At the same time, his heart was filled with excitement. According to the game's strategy, these two great heroes who dominated the Five Tiger Sects were clearly the ones he needed to conquer.

"What do you want to do?"

After hesitating for a long time, the beggar decided to ask. The Taoist in front of him was skilled in martial arts. He could kick a man into a bloody mess with a single kick and set his own leg bone, which had been broken for several years, with a single hand. However, he looked like a crazy lunatic. In any case, he couldn't just watch this Taoist go to the tiger's den.

Seeing that no one was around, the beggar stammered, "Master Feng is no benevolent man... His three sons are avaricious, lecherous, and martial arts enthusiasts. The avaricious one will ruin people's families and squeeze every last penny out of them; the lecherous one will kidnap people's wives and daughters, and make sure the husbands watch; the martial arts enthusiast will stop innocent passersby and beat them half to death. As for Master Feng, he has it all—wealth, lust, and martial arts—so people call him Feng the Tyrant."

"The Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, with one missing. In my opinion, since Master Feng has already made enough money, why would he need to plot against people for wealth and kill them?"

The beggar hesitated, unable to discern how kind and compassionate Li Lin had been before.

"So you're going to..." the beggar stammered.

“Naturally, I must reform the entire Feng family,” Li Lin said sincerely. “Every cause has its effect, and their retribution is me.”

Li Lin gestured for the beggar to walk ahead: "Of course, if what you say is false, then the retribution will fall on your head."

......

It took Li Lin more than an hour to get from this unknown town to Foshan. He gradually discovered that the suppression of this secret realm on him was relaxing - specifically, he was able to use some basic secret techniques and cover them up with various excuses.

This secret branch of history continues to suppress other supernatural forces. For example, the divination of the Lamp Spirit has been suppressed to the point of being devoid of any supernatural power; while the physical enhancements brought by the Blade Spirit and the Casting Spirit remain effective.

In addition, the intangible techniques applied to oneself remain effective.

In Foshan Town, restaurants, pawnshops, inns, and eateries lined the streets. At the crossroads, there stood a large restaurant facing south, with a tall and spacious facade and a golden plaque hanging above it, bearing the three characters "Hero's Restaurant," signed by the Guangzhou Tongzhi (a local official).

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"Sir, this is Master Feng's property." The beggar swallowed hard, casting an envious glance at Hero's Tower.

Li Lin held out his hand in front of him.

"Sir, what do you mean by this?" The beggar was both amused and exasperated.

"Are you stupid?" Li Lin said matter-of-factly. "I'm hungry, give me the money."

Someone nearby chuckled, "How strange, how strange, how strange—this Taoist priest is asking a beggar for money."

Li Lin's attire was completely out of place among the beggars, and the two of them had already attracted the attention of others. Some people couldn't help but start laughing.

Upon hearing this, Li Lin turned his head and looked at the young man wearing a six-in-one melon-shaped hat and a white jade pendant hanging from his waist, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

You choose not to take the path to heaven, and you find yourself adrift in the boundless sea of ​​learning... Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless.

"Hey? What are you looking at me for?" The man snapped his folding fan shut and pointed at Li Lin. "Do you think just anyone can go up to my master's Hero's Pavilion?"

Li Lin suddenly realized.

As is typical in RPG games, once you enter a city, someone should come up to you and offer you a quest, and sure enough, that happened.

Amidst the shocked, disgusted, and horrified gazes of the crowd, Li Lin stepped forward, grabbed the man by the neck, and shouted, "I want to take on the mission!"

Snapped.

The fan and the severed head fell to the ground together, the stench of blood spreading thickly, and the man's blood gushed out.

Seeing this, Li Lin quickly reached out and pressed down, only to find that the jet of blood that had been flowing like a fountain was now covered, with only a few thin streams of blood still seeping out from between his fingers.

"I don't believe it." Li Lin frowned upon seeing this, and used both hands to pinch the blood vessels in the neck, pulling up the skin and flesh of the headless corpse's neck and spinning it in the air, as if he were tightening the opening of a garbage bag, having a great time.

When Li Lin turned his head triumphantly, he found that everyone on the long street was far away, forming a circle dozens of meters away, casting shocked and fearful glances at him.

The beggar beside him was stunned, as if Li Lin's series of moves had taken away his virginity, leaving him unable to move.

For a moment, the people of Foshan couldn't tell whether Li Lin's side was more mad or the long-standing evil of Master Feng was more wicked.

428 It's the fourth day without posting, I miss him.

It's like choosing between a piece of chocolate that tastes like poop and a pile of poop that tastes like chocolate; a normal person wouldn't necessarily have to choose between the two.

But when chocolate-flavored poop and poop-flavored chocolate are mixed together, the choice becomes irrelevant—either way, you'll end up eating poop.

The crowd surrounded Li Lin, their faces filled with fear and terror, yet their eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of excitement. After all, even a powerful dragon wouldn't dare to suppress a local snake. The Feng family had been domineering in Guangdong Prefecture for thirty years, and they would have a good time watching whoever suffered a setback today.

These people buzzing around like mosquitoes were driving Li Lin crazy.

"According to the plot, an NPC should appear at this point to introduce the background," Li Lin thought to himself, feeling incredibly kind.

"This is Bai Baoxiang, the most valued retainer of Young Master Feng!" The beggar finally realized who Li Lin had killed.

"This name sounds like it's destined to be drowned in the river by Du Shiniang." Li Lin exclaimed softly, surprised that people in this world still used such old-fashioned tropes in their names.

While he was thinking, the situation changed again. Someone had already informed the Feng family that Li Lin had killed someone in the street. Soon, the second young master of the Feng family arrived with his entourage.

"Damn it, he actually killed Bai Baoxiang!" Young Master Feng, who was hiding his dark circles under his eyes with makeup, was furious. After seeing Li Lin playing with Bai Baoxiang's corpse, his anger turned to shock, and then to terror. "Damn it, where did this scoundrel from the martial arts world come from!"

Young Master Feng was dumbfounded. Perhaps Li Lin's methods were too inhuman. His expression changed repeatedly before he rushed to the side and vomited.

Everyone fell silent, filled with astonishment and uncertainty, and dared not utter a sound.

"Who said I killed someone?" Li Lin frowned slightly, casually patted the head on the ground, and then pressed the head back onto the headless body of the white treasure chest.

The intangible art of lamp casting is still suppressed, but the metalworking skills derived from lamp casting have become part of Li Lin's body.

Fine metal wires pierced through the blood vessels of the white treasure chest, reopening the blocked flesh and blood. Then, with the help of the metal wires traveling through its brain, the white treasure chest, which had been dead for a long time, actually opened its eyes again and stood up again under the fearful and horrified gazes of everyone.

"You, you, you, are you a human or a ghost!" Young Master Feng was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. The retainers around him were also almost paralyzed with fear. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but an invisible chill rose from their hearts.

"I'm alive!" White Treasure Chest, or rather, the walking corpse being manipulated by Li Lin, shouted out, relying on its remaining instincts.

Young Master Feng boldly sent his attendant to take a look. After seeing that there was only a faint red mark left on Bai Baoxiang's neck, his gaze toward Li Lin changed drastically.

It's roughly the transformation from a sorcerer who manipulates corpses to a worshipped immortal.

Just then, the beggar who had been following Li Lin spoke up: "Young Master Feng, you may have forgotten, but my leg was broken by Master Feng's retainer riding a horse."

Just as Young Master Feng was about to scoff, he heard some busybodies jeer from behind: "Isn't that Crippled Old Zhang? Where's your lame leg?"

"Of course, it was this real person who cured me!" the beggar shouted. "I told you, this real person is a deity descended to earth, more real than the Bodhisattva Yan Gong, and more efficacious than the ancient Buddha Pratyekabuddha. You can see for yourselves that when you go to temples to worship, you never see anything supernatural. Now that a real deity is right in front of you, why don't you worship?"

The busybody was speechless: "Well, how can those be the same...?"

However, despite this, their confidence was becoming increasingly weak—after all, they had seen it clearly: Bai Baoxiang was first beheaded by Li Lin, and then brought back to life by Li Lin's slap.

At that moment, another disturbance arose from afar, seemingly coming from the Beidi Temple in the south of the city.

Li Lin's deadpan eyes lit up instantly as he sensed a clue to the mission.

"Let's go, let's go!" Even Young Master Feng scurried after Li Lin. After all, the Northern Emperor Temple was always associated with supernatural matters, and this sword-wielding Taoist priest truly possessed the supernatural power to bring the dead back to life. If they could take this opportunity to learn even a move or two...

As soon as Young Master Feng left, the crowd that had stayed to watch the excitement also flocked away, and the entire long street was instantly blocked. Those who knew were there to have some fun, but those who didn't might have thought it was because the potato chips next door were half price.

About an incense stick's time later, the constables who had been loitering in the opium dens and gambling houses finally arrived from the other side, yawning and casually carrying their iron rulers. When they saw the deserted street, they couldn't help but curse.

......

The Beidi Temple in Foshan Town was built between the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties. It enshrines the Northern Zhenwu Demon-Subduing Emperor and the Xuantian Zhenwu Ancestor. During the Ming Dynasty, local officials and gentry in Guangdong Province raised funds to build a golden statue of the Northern Zhenwu. During the Qing Dynasty, the Beidi Temple underwent several renovations and eventually became a magnificent palace.

Now, at the entrance of the magnificent Beidi Temple, an event no less tumultuous than Li Lin's previous one is unfolding.

A middle-aged woman with disheveled hair, holding her child's clothes in her left hand and a kitchen knife in her right, was kowtowing repeatedly to the statue of the Northern Emperor inside the door: "Grandpa Northern Emperor, Grandpa Northern Emperor, my child is only four years old, how could he steal someone's goose to eat? He can't even speak clearly, yet he's talking nonsense in front of the rich man! He actually said that he stole the rich man's goose!"

Before any new spectators could even ask why, the onlookers spilled the beans: "This is Zhong Si's family, the fourth sister-in-law who always sells vegetables on that street corner. Master Feng has taken his ninth concubine and is going to forcibly buy Zhong Si's vegetable garden to build a Nine Phoenix Tower."

Once the old scholar started talking, he couldn't stop: "Oh dear, this Nine Phoenix Tower is quite remarkable, but Zhong Si's vegetable garden is only a little over two acres. The soil is very fertile, and as long as you are willing to work hard to cultivate it, it will eventually become a valuable property. How could Zhong Si be willing to sell it? However, he is only unwilling to buy the vegetable garden, and he has not disobeyed Master Feng in any way."

"I don't know what happened to Master Feng, but he actually sent people to arrest him. First, he beat him, then he was sent to the court, and he even hired his own lawyer to argue for Zhong Si. Before the charges were even settled, he was already subjected to a full set of tortures, including being beaten with sticks and boards."

Another young scholar shook his head and said, "It seems that Master Feng went too far this time. Zhong Si's land, with its skin and bones, should have been worth at least forty or fifty taels, but Master Feng was only willing to pay ten taels. The yamen beat Zhong Si half to death and said he was sentenced to one year in prison with a one-year reprieve, leaving him half-dead and paralyzed in bed after losing his livelihood."

"And right at this critical juncture, they actually say that Zhong Si's son ate Master Feng's goose. Isn't that ridiculous?"

The two scholars laughed heartily while fanning themselves, but when they saw Li Lin's attire, a hint of disdain appeared in their eyes: the orthodox tradition of the dynasty is to study, and this kind of half-true Taoist priest must be inseparable from the bandits.

Especially Li Lin's hair, compared to their rat tails, was an eyesore no matter how you looked at it.

"So why don't you go to the yamen to seek justice?" Li Lin asked.

The young scholar frowned, shook his fan, and scoffed, "We have no relation to Zhong Si, so how can we possibly distinguish between us? The magistrate's office is discerning and has naturally declared Zhong Si wrong, so he is wrong. I think this whole thing could be turned into a play and performed in the opera. But you, Taoist priest, should not break the law!"

"Damn it!" Upon hearing this, Young Master Feng rushed over and kicked the young scholar in the back, knocking him to the ground.

"Oh dear—Young Master Feng!" The young scholar couldn't get up for a long time, but the old scholar was so frightened that he trembled and dropped his folding fan to the ground with a clatter.

Young Master Feng was still not satisfied. He pointed at the two scholars and cursed, "You sons of bitches are nothing but two dogs raised by the Feng family. How dare you bark at real people? Believe me, I'll treat your daughters-in-law well today!"

As Young Master Feng cursed, he glanced at Li Lin out of the corner of his eye. When he saw Li Lin calmly rolling up his sleeves, he turned pale with fright.

"Any evil will eventually be brought to justice!" Li Lin shouted, then reached out and pressed his hands on the foreheads of the two scholars, and to the horrified look of Young Master Feng, he removed their heads.

Even Zhong Si Sao, who was contemplating suicide, was stunned, since blood had splattered on her face.

The next instant, the two scholars who had been boasting earlier stood up calmly from the ground, standing with their hands in their sleeves on either side of Li Lin, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.