The giant tiger breathes evenly and runs fast.

With the help of a certain white, he stepped into the threshold of spirits and monsters in a short period of time, and the tiger's power became stronger. He didn't know how to restrain the breath of the king of beasts.

Helpless, Bai Yujun could only find a way to reduce this impact first.

The quickest and easiest way is to use talismans. After all, when you were an authentic Taoist priest, you shouldn’t be too professional in drawing talismans.

Pick a white stone, poor quality jade, on the pebbled beach.

Cut to the right size, no complicated preparations, just use a sharp knife to carve.

Bai Yujun has already reached the realm of returning to nature, and doing things casually is a way that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.

There was no sculpting for a while.

The scene goes backwards.

The closer you get to the mountains, the rarer the villages along the way.

Humans prefer to live in good places with high land yields. Places with low yields have a small population and are mainly based on reproduction. Obviously, the vast and primitive mountains ahead are in a harsh geographical environment, and you can often see traces of beasts and beasts. It is expected to leave human beings soon. range of activities.

Walking all the way, no thieves or martial artists provoked, and no practitioners were seen.

The number of practitioners in the world is rare, and it is normal to see them.

afternoon.

The scorching sun is high, and the cicadas are chirping.

Passing through a remote village, I saw a lot of people in the threshing field, as well as tall horses and ox carts.

A white originally just wanted to rush by, but suddenly he felt something and pricked up his ears to listen.

Let the tiger stop in the shade, the mountain is windy.

The wind brought the sound of the distant village to the ear, and the noisy sound was disassembled and restored...

Sitting sideways on the saddle, the little hands are constantly shaved, and they are multitasking.

Listening and listening, Bai Yujun was thoughtful.

In this almost primitive era, doing good deeds for aristocratic families is a transaction, exchanging money for fame and benefits, etc. It is not that there are no good people, there are really few really good people, and the outsiders in the village are doing good deeds, it is better to lose money Help the villagers.

There is no need to say much about the importance of salt. Just a while ago, the village could not buy salt.

Some people said that the government refused to put salt, and some people said that the rainstorm destroyed the road so it could not be transported in.

Just when the villagers were devastated, this caravan suddenly appeared and brought enough salt and other materials, which was only half of the original salt price.

Of course, the villagers were moved by the rescue of the people, and the sorrow was replaced by laughter.

I can really buy salt at half price, how can I not be grateful.

Maybe people in the old days had a special obsession, that is, they valued kindness, and they would repay any kindness.

Before long, the caravan steward skillfully guided the topic.

First accusing the government of deliberately oppressing the people, and then talking about his own master dreaming of a kind and upright god, all kinds of miracles come alive, in the dream, the **** instructs him to do more good deeds to help the suffering people, etc., and preach to the villagers that he is a **** For saving them, thank God.

Immediately after being moved, the villagers asked for God's name, and they would recite thanks day and night.

Bai Yujun knew that the show was coming.

The steward shook his head and sighed.

"God is dedicated to doing good deeds and does not expect anything in return. He didn't tell my master about his name. Alas, it would be great if there were more gods of kindness in the world."

"this……"

Hard to do.

Even if I want to build a temple, I don't know who to thank.

The atmosphere is here, and a man in the caravan cooperated and said something in a low voice.

The steward patted his head.

"Look at my memory, although I can't know the name of the god, but my master got the seal of the god, and imitated the seal and made countless tokens to give to the people of the world, folks, wait a moment."

After speaking, I quickly went to the car and rummaged around, and quickly found something.

Hand it to the village chief and let the villagers look closely.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know your name, you just need to be devout and thankful for the token, and God will naturally hear your heart."

The token is about the size of a palm, made of some kind of heavy material, and Bai Yujun is too far apart to see clearly.

The villagers gathered to watch respectfully, and the troublesome children were driven aside.

Afterwards, the elderly old village chief held the token in both hands and looked at the caravan steward. As the saying goes, old people become elites. He may guess the purpose of the caravan to give charcoal in the snow, but the benefits are real, don’t underestimate the half-price savings. A few copper coins are inconspicuous, but for ordinary people, they are hard-earned money.

The consequences of not eating salt are very serious, and it is the caravan that brings hope to the village to live.

No matter what the purpose is, the kindness will be reciprocated, and sincere gratitude is due.

"Excuse me, sir, can our village worship the gods in order to thank the grace of life..."

Hearing this, the steward smiled heartily.

"My master said that no matter whether you are poor or rich, you are a person with a good heart. Of course, this token can be left in the village."

The simple villagers didn't think much about it, preferring to believe it or not.

It is nothing more than a number of small temples after the Temple of the Earth and the Temple of the Mountain. It is not harmful to worship when you have time.

In the shade outside the village.

Bai Yujun, who was enjoying the coolness, pouted.

Anything that can't buy salt is routinely operated by powerful and big businessmen.

Cut off the salt first, and then come to the door to do good deeds when the time is right.

Simple routines deceive the common people at the bottom and fool people to achieve their goals. Today’s generous contributions will inevitably be multiplied in the future. It’s all business. In fact, half-price salt can also make money.

Short legs knock the tiger mount.

"Come on, let's go and see, who is the **** who doesn't even dare to say his name."

The tiger trotted along the dirt road to the village, smashing many plantains every time the tiger claws landed.

The native dog in the care home suddenly barked.

The figure of the mount was so large that it quickly alerted the caravan and the villagers.

"Big worm! Big worm is coming! Women and children come into the house!"

Without any accident, the appearance of the giant tiger once again brought panic to human beings, shouting and screaming, and the threshing floor was in chaos.

The hunters ran home, took out bows and arrows, and untied the dogs.

The caravan guards overturned the vehicles and formed a simple defense, and a few spears stuck out of the vehicles!

Before the caravan and the villagers could breathe a sigh of relief, the tiger stopped three feet away from the car array and turned around, letting everyone see the debris on the tiger's back and the little girl.

Stunned everyone.

Those who can control the beasts must be the legendary immortal cultivators. The caravan stewards who traveled north and south are relieved, it is better that the beasts are not crazy.

Put on a humble and pleasing look.

"The fairy is coming..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the little girl suddenly slipped off the back of the tiger and didn't take care of the management. She first glanced at the token held by the old village chief and frowned. The temples of the dojo have been seen.

Turning to look at the caravan flag.

I found a circular sign on the corner of the flag, and I have seen it too.

The powerful carriage in the small town inn has the same pattern ~lightnovelpub.net~ a beautiful vermilion flying phoenix.

Look at the caravan members, there are no practitioners, just warriors and ordinary people

The information obtained is rather limited.

There is no way, right now is not the arrival of the main body, and it is impossible to use the supernatural power to the maximum. I can't see who the guy who dare not even say his name is. Maybe he hides his name in order to avoid the enemy.

Bai Yujun doesn't care about incense and credibility, it is optional, but it plays an important role in countless gods and monsters.

Glancing his eyes, he felt bored, climbed on the back of the tiger and walked straight away.

The villagers and the caravan were dumbfounded.

The little girl riding a tiger who suddenly appeared, came to the village to take a look, turned around and left.

baffling.

The stumbling block is the mysterious strange person in the legend...