Start as a Temple Spirit

After hearing this, Yi Liu thought about it and nodded in agreement. In the past, he could have turned it down because his strength did not allow it, but now he had no reason to refuse.

"As long as you agree, we will convene a household heads meeting tonight to announce your promotion to the eighth elder." The old patriarch said happily.

"No need for a meeting. Everyone is busy. Just talk about it when we go to burn incense tomorrow morning."

"Okay, then it's settled. Let's talk about how to expand and strengthen the livestock industry."

After listening for a while, Heizi felt bored and flew back to the Huawai Taoist temple.

Shang Liangshan returned to the Huawai Taoist Temple. After saying hello to Xiaocao, Xiaoli and Fangkuai who were planting herbs, he summoned the two guards Zi and An and asked them to return to the training ground. He then returned to the White Hall to consolidate his cultivation.

The return of Heizi made Fangkuai subconsciously tighten his butt. The boss was too mean, always spanking people.

The oars were rowing, the boat was going upstream, and the river was turbulent.

After being away for nearly a month, Yifeng led the team back under the bright sunshine.

What was different from the past was that following behind the fleet was an ebony ship with a black flag flying high, sailing against the wind and waves.

The ebony boat, about ten meters long and four meters wide, appears long and narrow, like a shuttle sailing on the river.

The strange thing is that the black boat was moving without any oars, and the power seemed to rely on the sails.

However, the wind is blowing from the west today, and the fleet is sailing from east to west, which is opposite to the wind direction.

The fleet slowly docked at the newly built pier opposite the forgotten village.

The militiamen jumped off the boat skillfully, tied the rope to secure the boat, went forward to report, and carried things.

The ebony boat slowly approached the dock and dropped its anchor.

The sailors jumped off the black boat skillfully, tied the rope to the boat pillar, and laid the planks to build the road.

The return of the fleet immediately attracted the attention of villagers who were building the village wall not far away.

Yang Chao, who was supervising the work, was no exception. He jumped down from the repaired village gate and walked towards the river bank a hundred meters away.

On the green river bank, horses are grazing leisurely.

"Please come in, Taoist Liu." Yifeng stood on the deck of the black ship and made a gesture of invitation to a middle-aged Taoist priest, neither humble nor arrogant.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, about forty years old, had an ordinary appearance, nothing special to look at, but he always smiled and exuded a friendly aura that made people want to get close to him.

"You're too polite, Mr. Yi." Taoist Priest Liu smiled amiably and, under the guidance of Yifeng, stepped onto the wooden board. Behind him followed a dozen young male Taoists, Kun Dao.

"The village is being rebuilt, and it's another village that's been ravaged by ghosts." A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Kun Dao said in a low voice while watching the villagers who were building the village wall.

"Of course it is. I thought Forgotten Village was a big village, but it turned out to be a run-down little village. It's really boring."

"Looks like we'll have to stay in a thatched hut tonight."

A group of young Taoists and Kun Dao pointed at the Forgotten Village and talked in low voices.

Taoist Master Liu pretended not to have heard this legacy, still smiling and turning a deaf ear to the discussions of his disciples.

The appearance of this group of people immediately caused discussion among the villagers. They were rare Taoists.

It's true that you talk about me and I talk about you.

Yang Chao, who was riding a tall horse towards the dock, was slightly stunned when he saw the Taoist people getting off the boat, but that was all.

He waved happily at Yi Feng and said sadly, "Great Elder, you are finally back. I have been having a hard time."

He has indeed been having a hard time recently. Not only is Wangmu calling him to supervise him early in the morning every day, but he also has to deal with all kinds of trivial matters. He is so busy that he is not only away from his beloved blacksmithing, but also has no time to flirt with his little sister.

"There are guests here." Yifeng reminded helplessly.

"Hehe" the Kun Daoists couldn't help laughing when they saw an uncle with a sad face riding a horse towards them, shouting "How miserable my life is".

"Hmm," Taoist Priest Liu cleared his throat helplessly, signaling his disciples to pay attention to their image.

In response to the laughter of the Kundao people, Yang Chao responded with an uncle's smile.

He dismounted and complained to Yifeng, saying that he really couldn't bear it anymore.

"Refugee?"

"So they are refugees. No wonder they are all dressed in rags."

The young Taoists and Taoist ladies listened to Yang Chao's story and began to discuss in a low voice.

After Yang Chao finished his story, Yi Feng spoke up, "Keep on, let me introduce you. This is Taoist Priest Liu from Xuanxu Sect. Taoist Priest Liu, this is Yang Chao, a disciple of Mohist School."

"Yang Chao meets Taoist Priest Liu." Yang Chao gave face to Yifeng and greeted Taoist Priest Liu.

"So you are Mr. Yang from the Mohist School. I am honored to meet you." Taoist Master Liu returned the greeting in a friendly manner.

To be honest, he was a little surprised that there were Mohist disciples in Forgotten Township.

"A disciple of Mohist school?" Upon hearing this, the young Taoists and Taoist ladies looked curiously at Yang Chao, who was wearing linen clothes and looked like a middle-aged farmer.

"Great Elder, did you buy what I wanted?" Yang Chao's focus was very self-centered.

"You've bought it, go and see it for yourself." Yifeng felt that Yang Chao, this selfish and unsociable guy, should leave so as not to neglect the guests.

Yang Chao's eyes lit up when he heard this. Without saying a word, he jumped on his horse and rode towards the dock.

"Xiao Chao has a straightforward personality, I hope Taoist Liu can forgive me." Yifeng could only apologize on Yang Chao's behalf for leaving without saying goodbye.

"Haha, Mr. Yi, you're too serious. Disciples of the Mohist school have always been like this, simple and natural, always willing to help others. I admire them very much." Taoist Priest Liu said happily.

"What Liu Changdao said makes sense." Yifeng didn't dwell on this topic and began to introduce the customs and people of Yifeng Township. In short, he wanted to kill time.

The old patriarch, who was supervising the work, heard the sound of horse hooves behind him and guessed in his mind that it must be Yifeng and the others who had returned.

But when the old man heard that some people from the Taoist sect were returning in a group, he was stunned for a moment, and then he carefully asked about the situation of the people from the Taoist sect.

“Xuanxu Sect? I’ve never heard of this sect.” The old patriarch muttered.

"Clan leader, the great elder speculates that the Xuanxu Sect should be a sect in the south." The middle-aged militiaman added.

"I understand, old man. You go and get busy." After the old patriarch finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the Forgotten Temple. The person coming from the Taoist sect had to talk to Shang Liangshan.

As a result, Shang Liangshan could not be called upon, so the old patriarch could only call upon the diplomat Xiaoli.

"Master has been in deep training since he came back last time, and I don't know when he will be able to come out." Xiaoli explained.

It has said this many times. The old patriarch asked it the most, followed by the elders.

"Since Liangshan is practicing, let's discuss how to receive the Taoists." The old patriarch stroked his beard.

"There's nothing to discuss. Just treat us as we should. Going out of your way to treat us is not good."

"Well, Xiaoli is right. Let the old man go to greet him, and you stay in the temple courtyard and wait and see what happens."

"No problem, but I have to go ask the Third Elder for some fruit first." Before Xiaoli finished speaking, he ran towards the courtyard gate.