Chapter 5: Does Master have any plans to return to secular life?

Nie Xiaoqian, alive!

This stimulation is not ordinary.

Dao Ran originally thought that he had entered the world of the Legend of White Snake when he traveled to become a disciple of Fahai, but now he saw the living Nie Xiaoqian, a world where reckless heroes and undead knights coexist...

The case was solved, Daoran traveled through the Beifeng universe!

Daoran was shocked by this discovery, but to others, his expression looked like Daoran was distracted by Nie Xiaoqian's stunning appearance.

Nie Xiaoqian is indeed very beautiful, and it is not an exaggeration to say that her features are as beautiful as a fairy.

Probably because he was alive, he didn't have the cold and sad feeling in Dao Ran's impression, but instead looked cute and cute.

Daoran thought to himself: "I helped out this time, and Xiaoqian did not die on the road. If she had followed her father to Hangzhou safely, then the story of A Chinese Ghost Story would have disappeared."

Daoran was in a daze and seemed a bit rude.

But neither Nie Zhengyan nor Nie Xiaoqian was dissatisfied. Nie Zhengyan could not help but smile.

After meeting Dao Ran's eyes, the Miss Nie couldn't help but blush, thinking to herself: "This little monk is so good-looking."

With over fifty charisma and the gift of majestic treasure, anyone who sees Daoran will have a great first impression.

In addition, Daoran saved Nie Xiaoqian's life, and Nie Xiaoqian felt that Daoran was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

It's a pity that he is a monk.

After all, there are differences between men and women. Nie Zhengyan just let his family members meet Dao Ran, and Nie Xiaoqian returned to the carriage with her mother.

Nie Zhengyan received Daoran warmly. Knowing that Daoran was going to deliver a letter to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, Nie Zhengyan was overjoyed and frankly expressed his hope to go with Daoran.

Such a direct invitation is actually considered rude, and it seems to be inviting Daoran to come over and act as a bodyguard.

But having just escaped from death, Nie Zhengyan couldn't care less about his grace at this time. Survival was the most important thing. So no matter what conditions were offered, Nie Zhengyan would grit his teeth and accept it.

But what surprised Nie Zhengyan was that Daoran agreed without any conditions.

"Master Daoran, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. If you may find it useful in the future, please feel free to ask." Nie Zhengyan solemnly promised.

"Amitabha, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. This is Donor Nie's gift to the young monk. It should be the young monk who is grateful." Daoran said calmly.

Such high-spirited and upright words, coupled with Daoran's talent for majestic treasures, are simply a cheat to increase his favorability.

Nie Zhengyan was immediately moved and speechless. He had accumulated so much merit in his previous life that he could meet Dao Ran, a compassionate eminent monk, in this life.

Dao Ran was also very happy, because after bragging about this awesomeness, he got a spell +1 attribute from Nie Zhengyan.

The first time he brushed it, Dao Ran didn't feel anything, but this time, he vaguely felt that his understanding of the Eight Divine Dragons' Protective Curse had improved a bit.

The next time you use this spell, it will consume less and be faster, and the eight tribes summoned will be more powerful.

Dao Ran couldn't help but feel something in his heart: "It turns out that this is the effect of chanting the curse, it is more powerful than body skills or anything like that."

If you want to return to secular life, you have to become stronger; if you want to become stronger, you have to add more points; playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting are useless, but this mantra is a real improvement.

If the mantra can be recited to three digits, then the eight heavenly dragons summoned may not be phantoms, but real gods and Buddhas.

By then, you should be able to press Fahai to the ground and rub him.

While Daoran and the others were staying in the wilderness to treat the injured, the escaped thieves came to the nearest town - Guobei Town.

In the county government office of Guobei Town, the leader of a band of thieves who had narrowly escaped knelt in front of a feminine man.

If Daoran were here, he might not be able to help shouting: "Dongfang Bubai?!"

This man has a high hat, purple robe, and a light gauze covering his face. He looks very much like that classic character who is neither male nor female.

"Sir Li, this subordinate deserves death." The bald leader said tremblingly.

The feminine male protagonist narrowed his eyes, and a talisman with gold inscriptions on a black background flew out, turning into thousands of golden threads to tie up the bald leader.

The golden thread was as sharp as a blade, leaving countless blood marks on the man's body.

"Nie Zhengyan just brought a dozen generals on the road. Thirty-six of you are all elites in the army. How can you fail?"

The bald leader's nose was cut into three sections. He spurted blood and begged for mercy: "Master Li, it's not that we don't care, it's because we met an expert. A monk came out halfway and summoned an evil ghost. We are more than thirty

Most of the brothers were killed with one hammer."

After hearing this, the feminine man loosened the golden thread slightly, frowned and asked, "Tell me about the situation at that time in detail."

On Daoran's side, the injured have been settled. Although several were seriously injured, their lives were finally saved thanks to Daoran's Buddhist magical power.

Nie Zhengyan could not continue the long journey with the seriously injured, so he had to send some manpower to send the seriously injured generals back to the nearest Xujia Village to recuperate.

As a result, there were a few fewer guards.

But because of the truth, Nie Zhengyan felt that the problem was not big. The huge four-armed yaksha alone could hold up hundreds of guards.

The motorcade continued towards Hangzhou, and Daoran felt that the journey was much more comfortable.

Nie Zhengyan specially ordered someone to pack up a carriage and let Dao Ran sit in it.

This kind of carriage for long-distance travel is like a small house. You can sleep directly in it, which saves Daoran the trouble of sleeping in the wilderness.

This time Daoran stopped pretending to be an ascetic and sat comfortably in the carriage.

What is the purpose of returning to secular life? Isn’t it just to enjoy life?

The opportunity to enjoy is now right in front of you, so why bother looking for something far away?

On the way, Nie Zhengyan had always been very enthusiastic towards Dao Ran, for fear of being a little bit neglectful.

Dao Ran also liked chatting with Magistrate Nie, mainly because he was so talented and could talk about anything from all over the world.

And just by changing the topic, Dao Ran could get new attributes from Nie Zhengyan.

Although the attributes that are temporarily displayed are of little use such as chess, calligraphy, painting and charm, if you persevere, you will always gain something.

Daoran learned from chatting that Nie Zhengyan was born as a second-class Jinshi, worked as an editor at the Hanlin Academy, and then became the minister of the Ministry of Rites. He was extremely talented and had a bright future.

He just had an upright temperament and refused to work hard, and he accidentally offended the imperial advisor of the dynasty. This time he went to Hangzhou to be the prefect, which was actually considered a demotion.

If nothing unexpected happens, Nie Zhengyan will definitely stay in the position of Hangzhou magistrate until his death, and the chance of returning to the center of the capital is slim.

I just didn't expect that the Imperial Master wanted not only Nie Zhengyan's future, but also his life.

The so-called Master Li should be the apprentice of the Imperial Master, and those people pretending to be bandits are the Imperial Guards of the capital.

"Your Majesty is addicted to alchemy. If things continue like this, the country will be ruined."

This is what Nie Zhengyan has said most often in the past two days.

Even though the current reigning emperor is the founding emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, in recent years it has indeed been a bit outrageous.

It is normal for emperors to be obsessed with immortality. Most of them just make elixirs and eat them to death.

But there is something special about this national master conferred by the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty. What he concocted seems to be a real elixir, which really has the effect of prolonging life.

She is over ninety and can still have children.

But the cost of refining alchemy is so high that the national treasury can hardly support it.

At this time, the Imperial Preceptor seduced the Emperor again and issued a tax on catching snakes, saying that snake galls could be used to make elixirs.

As a result, people in many places went to hunt snakes to avoid taxes, and the national treasury was severely short of food. In addition, the military power was reduced, and the national advisor was still able to command the imperial army. The originally stable world began to be in turmoil again.

Daoran couldn't help but sigh: "When the country prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."

After hearing this, Nie Zhengyan couldn't help but said: "Master Daoran's words hit the nail on the head. This is indeed the case in this world. No matter whether it rises or falls, people still live a miserable life. Master has such wisdom and compassion, if he can enter the court

Being an official will definitely be a blessing to the people."

"Amitabha, the young monk is a monk." Daoran replied.

"Master became a monk at such a young age. Didn't you ever think about returning to secular life?" Nie Zhengyan asked.
Chapter completed!