Leaphead lost half his life with one punch, and the other scoundrels didn't get any relief either.

With Ji Yuan's strength and blood in the second level of Tongmai, it would be a killing blow to kill these ruffians who have not yet perfected their external training.

In the blink of an eye, the strong wind howled and the dull sounds became one.

The strong thugs fell down with broken muscles and broken bones.

"Master..."

Mrs. Lin was almost stunned when she saw this scene.

I wonder what kind of drama this young Tiqi, who is highly skilled in martial arts, is singing in?

Just a moment ago, he and the maniac were brothers, but in the next moment, they turned against each other and knocked him to the ground!

"Don't blame Mrs. Lin. If I had stopped him just now, I would have punished him for causing trouble.

If the Yamen were to be given a lighter sentence, they wouldn’t even need to be beaten.

After all, someone has an IOU in their hand, so it’s reasonable to come to ask for a debt.”

Ji Yuan turned around, smiled, and explained:

"Now these people are breaking into people's houses and searching for gold and silver.

On the pretext of collecting debts, he commits robbery.

According to Jing's laws, no matter how much money is channeled, he will still be sentenced to be sent to the army, and he should be able to calm down for a few days."

Mrs. Lin was inexplicably grateful, her eyes were red, and she didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Her husband didn't have a good reputation. He exploited his subordinates, catered to his superiors, and did all kinds of bad things.

After he died in the Yizhuang fire, no one came to visit him.

Now we have ended up in a bleak situation where our homes are falling apart and trees are falling and hozens are scattered.

This is your own fault.

Mrs. Lin knows it well.

I originally thought of dispersing my family wealth and becoming a monk, but Qingdeng Ancient Buddha ended his remaining life.

But he didn't expect that a gangster would come to blackmail him, insisting that Mr. Lin owed a large amount of gambling debt, and stirred up the turmoil.

"Mrs. Lin, please find someone to report to the official. I will say one more thing. Holding gold in the city will inevitably lead to disaster.

What kind of shop and property are dealt with as soon as possible, peace is more rare than wealth."

Ji Yuan reminded me kindly.

This incident happened to me today, but it may not happen again next time.

He cannot provide timely relief to Tianjing City, nor does he have the energy and ability to help those in need.

The bottom line we adhere to is nothing more than drawing a sword to help when we see something unfair.

In this world, it is quite difficult for everyone to sweep away the snow in front of their doors.

To hold fire for everyone requires great perseverance and even greater ability.

Ji Yuan asked himself, he still doesn't have the ability to reach the sky.

"Thank you so much, I have decided to give these shop properties to the bank so that they can be converted into money and donated to the Xuankong Temple. I have entrusted the monk Zhike to provide porridge and rice for three months.

Buy some more thick clothes so that the poor people living on the streets can survive the harsh winter.

It’s like atonement for my late husband’s sins!”

Mrs. Lin's eyes were filled with tears. She first asked the old housekeeper to call a boy to report to the official. Then she was blessed and said softly:

"I haven't asked my benefactor for his surname..."

Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he smiled casually:

"Taianfang, Ji Jiulang, Mrs. Lin may have heard it mentioned by hundreds of families in your family."

Ji?Kuro?

Mrs. Lin heard what she heard, but suddenly she seemed to remember something, her face turned pale and her voice trembled:

"Benefactor...you?"

Lin Lu did often talk about it during his lifetime, saying that there was a young Tiqi in Beiya who didn't know what to do.

The surname is Ji, ranked ninth,

He is unruly, unsociable, and disobedient to discipline, which makes him very troublesome.

One time when he was drunk, he even talked about how to plot a murder to seize the position of a hundred households left vacant by the other party's father.

"Ms. Lin, there is no need to worry or be afraid. Since ancient times, the debts of people's deaths have been wiped out, and all grievances have been cleared.

If I really want revenge, why bother putting on this show?"

Ji Yuan shook his head.

The hatred between him and Lin Lu was not so severe that it was not enough to kill one person, but to destroy the whole family.

What's more, Mrs. Lin is indeed kind-hearted and considerate of the lonely, and she is definitely not a mean and vicious woman.

Good people should be rewarded, and the world can be a better place.

Otherwise, what is the difference between the human world and the underworld?

"The benefactor...repays evil with kindness, and I am deeply grateful."

Mrs. Lin was so ashamed that she lowered her head and saluted.

"That's wrong. I always repay blame with straightness and repay kindness with kindness. I don't like to suffer losses the most."

Ji Yuan smiled faintly.

Wait for the policemen from the government to arrive and take away the rogues who are only half breathing.

He explained a few words and then said goodbye to Mrs. Lin.

Holding the Hu Lei Leopard, prepare to leave.

"Donor, please stay."

A deep and hoarse voice floated over.

The old monk holding the bowl who was sitting cross-legged on the ground stood up and looked at Ji Yuan who had finished his work and walked away.

The latter's heart was moved, but he didn't stop and didn't hear it.

I led my horse across the long street, all the way back to the south gate alley of Tai'anfang.

"Donor, stay."

The old monk looked old, skinny, and holding a broken bowl. He looked more like a beggar than a monk.

But the steps under my feet were not slow at all, actually slow but fast, and I was not thrown off at all.

"Master, look at my house with only four walls and a few broken tiles to cover me. If you want to beg for alms, you should go to a rich man's house."

Ji Yuan turned around and smiled.

The first time he saw the old monk at the door of Lin Mansion, he remembered what Pei Tu had said.

Pei Silang kindly gave him a bowl of hot rice, and then he had to meet an eminent monk and avoid being killed by a human skin book.

Just out of caution, Ji Yuan did not immediately use the Emperor's Heavenly Dao Diagram to reflect his destiny.

I want to test it a few times to see where the other person is coming from.

To be able to use your own masculine essence and blood to draw talismans to suppress evil, you must at least enter the third realm of blood exchange and accept the essence of heaven and earth to cleanse your marrow and cut your bones.

"Donor, I don't do alms for alms."

The skinny monk held a broken bowl and stared at Ji Yuan quietly.

There seemed to be a flash of light in those cloudy and dim eyes.

"Then what does the master want?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked.

He is actually a little curious, why do martial arts masters who have changed their lives in the third realm wear rags and walk the streets to beg for help?

Is this also a way of spiritual practice?

"In the vast sea of ​​​​people, meeting a donor is fate.

I think you are destined to be my Buddha, but have you ever become a disciple?

If you bow down, that’s okay, Buddhism is vast and can accommodate anyone.”

The old monk had no smile on his face and his tone was calm.

"Master wants to accept me as his disciple? It's a pity that I am not clean. I can't live without food and wine. I also like to kill and commit evil.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to participate in Zen, recite sutras, or even enter a pure place.”
To be continued...