After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

at the same time.

In a teahouse in Dongcheng, four people sat around, sipping tea and playing mahjong.

In the corner around the table, there was an actor hanging behind the curtain, playing a little tune on the piano.

The tune is light, leisurely and relaxed.

What is out of place is that there is a guard every ten steps from the teahouse, and they are all from the Feiyu Factory.

Looking closely, two of the four people sitting around are particularly eye-catching, one has one eye and the other has a handsome face.

If anyone familiar with Feiyuwei was here, they would be shocked.

The people sitting at this table actually possess half of the strength of the Feiyu Guards.

The leader is Tu Baishou, a master of external strength.

On both sides are Chang Wen and Wei Wu, and on the lower side is Wei Yuanji. In addition, there is another person who is watching the cards with great interest, and his face is somewhat similar to Wei Yuanji.

That was Wei Yuanji's younger brother, Wei Yuanchun.

"Thousands of soldiers."

"Ten Thousand Hosts."

"Guan Sheng."

"Bullshit!"

The four of them took turns dropping their cards. Chang Wen picked up the card, smiled, and pushed down the domino in his hand.

Diaoma, the ancestor of mahjong, is now all the rage in Beijing. Three friends get together, add one more person, listen to music and drink tea. This is the most common form of entertainment, apart from brothels, reading books and watching plays.

"Lost again~" Wei Wu saw this and shook his head and pushed the cards in his hand down, but they were all scattered cards.

"Thank you, thank you." Chang Wen bowed with a smile on his face.

He won a prize in Ma Diao, and in the blink of an eye, he pocketed dozens of taels of silver.

“No more money.

Wei Wu exhaled a breath of foul air, his face looking a little depressed.

Having offended half of the capital, he stayed in Feiyuwei for dozens of days and did not dare to go out. It was not until the weather calmed down recently that he resumed traveling.

As a result, he lost more than ten rounds of Majiang as soon as he went out, and lost all the money in his pocket.

Money doesn't matter, it's the mood that matters.

I really want to find someone to beat him up and relieve the anger in my heart.

"Okay! Hahaha~"

At this moment, Tu Baishou suddenly slammed the table, with an ecstasy look on his face.

The other four were stunned, not knowing what was going on for a moment. They could not care less about losing money, but... there was no need to be so happy, right?

"Master, what's wrong?" Wei Wu asked.

"The Green Ox Immortal has passed on his skills." Tu Baishou was excited and added, "It's the Sha Qi technique, which I've been looking for."

As soon as these words were spoken, Chang Wen, Wei Yuanji and others were all overjoyed.

The Immortal Qingniu is spreading his teachings, which must be a reward for the merits of building the temple.

As the popularity of the Green Ox Immortal grew, the time when one could receive the teachings by simply worshipping in a temple was no longer enough.

Sometimes it happens, but it's usually just new believers who get lucky.

Regarding the Green Ox Immortal's transmission of his Dharma, countless people have been studying the rules of his transmission, and among them, Feiyuwei has the most information.

I found that there are indeed some patterns.

The first is that new believers have a significantly higher probability of receiving the Dharma.

The second is that if many people make the same wish, it will be more effective.

For example, it didn’t rain much in Beijing a few days ago.

As a result, more people made wishes, and soon the weather became favorable.

The third is the good transmission of Dharma, especially the transmission of Dharma methods in terms of cultivation. Unless one has made special contributions, it is rarely passed on.

Among all these achievements, building the temple was the greatest and received the best rewards.

Tu Baishou suddenly received a reward for his martial arts without any warning, and it was the most suitable evil-type martial arts for him. Apart from the newly built Qingniu Immortal Temple, there was nothing else.

Now that Tu Baishou has arrived, others will naturally come as well.

The new Immortal Temple was built, and everyone at this table, except Wei Wu, made great contributions.

Tu Baishou used all his connections, Chang Wen and Wei Yuanji were responsible for the specific planning, and Wei Yuanchun was busy running errands.

He didn't understand at first, but Wei Yuanji gave him some advice and he immediately became motivated.

As expected, Wei Yuanji shuddered all over, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. He shouted, "Iron Shirt! The Green Ox Immortal taught me the Iron Shirt. Hahahaha~~"

As soon as these words were spoken, Chang Wen and Wei Yuanchun's faces were filled with eagerness.

Especially at room temperature.

The Big Three passed to two of them, and he was the only one left.

Wei Yuanchun was nervous because he was not sure whether the Green Ox Immortal would notice him.

Big shots can take away the greatest credit just by talking, while small shots run around but may end up making things in vain.

He is that little guy.

But soon, ecstasy also surged throughout his body.

He felt a coolness in his head, and a shiver of extreme comfort surged through his whole body.

Then a vast amount of knowledge emerged out of thin air, firmly imprinted in his mind, and transformed into a set of exercises: "Changchun Gong".

"I also taught you the skills and the cultivation methods, haha!!" Wei Yuanchun jumped up excitedly and couldn't help but grab Wei Yuanji and shake him.

At this moment, he was full of admiration for Wei Yuanji. He followed his instructions and indeed gained great results.

How can this be my cousin?

This is my brother!

The four of them were taught three sets of skills in an instant.

The last of the normal temperature and excited breathing could no longer remain calm.

It turns out that building a temple is the greatest achievement.

Even Wei Yuanchun, a small errand boy, got the cultivation method.

Then what can I get?

Room temperature infinite longing.

I wouldn’t say I’ve exhausted myself for several months, but I have put in a lot of effort, and now I’m finally getting results!

Chang Wen raised his head to the sky at a 45-degree angle and slowly closed his eyes.

No surprises.

After a shudder from the soul, the Dharma was transmitted as expected without a moment's delay.

However, Chang Wen's face was stunned for a moment, then slowly stiffened, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Brother Chang, what was rumored?" Wei Yuanji asked curiously.

"Yes, yes, isn't it also a martial art?" Wei Yuanchun agreed.

Even Tu Baishou was staring at him.

Chang Wen's face twitched rapidly, and he almost collapsed. He shouted, "What the hell is artificial breeding of sows?"