Chapter 147 147 Listing to fish

"Is the old god Feng Qingyang Feng Zhuo's master?" Han Shan and Zhou Juncai asked at the same time.

Yang Fan said calmly: "That's not true. Zhuo Zhuo will not worship him as his teacher, so it is just a relationship between teacher and student, without the name of teacher and student."

Zhou Juncai and Han Shan opened their mouths in disbelief. They thought to themselves: "There are still people in this world who don't want to worship Feng Qingyang as their teacher? This person is really stupid."

Yang Fan continued: "Although I didn't become a master, I was deceived into becoming a master. He was very sincere and passionate. Although he only received instruction for a month, it was very important to me."

The two mouths opened a little wider, with an expression of "I believe you are a ghost".

He took out a Taoist plaque that was neither gold nor wood, tossed it around, and said with a smile: "See, this is the souvenir that the master gave me before he left. You can't help but not believe it."

Han Shan snatched it away and looked at it carefully. He was inexplicably shocked. He looked at Yang Fan and then at the Taoist sign.

Zhou Juncai looked closely and asked, "Really?"

Hanshan Muna nodded, looked at Yang Fan and asked seriously: "Do you really know what this brand means?"

Yang Fan laughed and said: "Although it is just a wooden sign, it is full of master's sympathy and care for me."

Hanshan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "This is the Taoist leader's token."

This time it was Yang Fan's turn to open his mouth and thought to himself: "Am I chosen by the world? It can't be possible? Although I worship within the Taoist wall, the master seems to like me very much, but after just one month together, I can put such a

The important responsibility is left to me? Is it hasty? Is it more hasty than a flash marriage?"

Yang Fan laughed and said, "Can't you? Master just said to leave me to think about it. Then again, you are not a Taoist disciple, how can you recognize the leader's token?"

Han Shandao: "Taoist culture is closely related to our national culture and complement each other. Although Taoist followers are few and far between, they will always be involved in the rise and fall of dynasties, the survival of countries, and even in turmoil and riots in the world.

There are Taoist masters who have been praying for the people one after another, and this has been the case for thousands of years. Because of this, any well-established Jianghu sect has a Taoist leader's token printed in the door, and the seniors will tell the younger generations the meaning of this token."

Yang Fanqi asked: "Models are everywhere, aren't you afraid of being copied?" Zhou Juncai also had this question, looked sideways and listened carefully.

Hanshan didn't answer and asked instead: "Let me ask you, a sect that lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and is indifferent to the world; a sect that saves lives and heals the wounded and pursues 'inaction'; a sect that dares to be the first in the world and sacrifice to the world in times of crisis;

A sect that will ask for orders for the people, dare to challenge the court, implement reforms, and then retire calmly. Will you counterfeit his token to plot evil?"

Yang Fan and Zhou Juncai both shook their heads.

Han Shandao: "The difference between Taoist sect and other sects is not only the teachings, but also the form of inheritance. In other sects, it is the disciples who are practicing outside, but the Taoist sect has been the head of the past generations. Do you think the young people dare to make mistakes? In history,

In fact, there have been counterfeit tokens, and some people have even stolen real tokens, but all ended in misery. Using this token to travel around the world will make you miserable.

It goes without saying that people should be respected, and it is understandable to have countless heroes bend down and salute. However, if you use the token to command the heroes to compete in the Central Plains, you will encounter strong backlash. No matter in the rivers, lakes or in the court, there will be no place for you, even if you are afraid

There is no use in escaping to other countries. In our nation, Taoist tokens and the emperor's jade seal are inviolable."

Yang Fan took the token and felt it was heavy. He took it seriously and looked at it carefully.

The seal with the word "Tao" on the front is vigorous and powerful. On the left and right sides, one side is carved with a half-open scroll, and the other side is carved with low-hanging rice ears. The palm of the lower part is spread flat, holding a Zen saying-Supreme Taiyi saves the suffering god.

On the reverse side is a diagram of Bagua Tai Chi, which is simple and thick. At first glance, it looks unremarkable, but when you look closely, it is as deep as the sea.

Yang Fan said: "It's neither gold nor iron, just like a wooden sign. I don't know why it can be passed down for thousands of years and people can worship it."

Han Shan smiled and said: "It is said that this material is a sacred tree from the heavens. It can be chopped with a knife and cannot be destroyed by fire."

Zhou Juncai said seriously: "I want to say that what people admire is not the sacred tree outside the sky, but the faith represented by this token, but the sages who have sacrificed their lives for the nation. Even if this is just a piece of nanmu, from Feng Lao Shenxian

From the moment it is passed into your hands, it has a different meaning."

Yang Fan thought to himself: "Master is really a good calculator. He knew that he would not accept the wooden sign because he said it was powerful, and he did not want to be a Taoist leader who 'burns himself to illuminate others', so he tricked himself into accepting the sign and became a Taoist leader in a confused way.

He has already been honored. No matter who he rejects, he can only shoulder the heavy responsibility and wait for the next successor."

After all, Yang Fan was still a little unbelievable and confirmed: "So, I am the leader of Taoism?"

Han Shan and Zhou Juncai smiled, nodded and bowed.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said: "Infinite Heavenly Lord! Fortunately, I was not asked to be the leader of Shaolin, otherwise Qingqing would have been dumbfounded. Hanshan! Do you think many people in the world know about this token?"

Han Shan said: "I'm afraid you don't know much more than you know."

Yang Fan smiled and said: "If you want to say that I am ignorant, just say it clearly. My dream was to be an old Chinese medicine doctor, but I entered the world of martial arts as a last resort. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am a novice in the world of martial arts. Do you have any red strings?"

Zhou Juncai found some and handed them to Yang Fan, asking: "What is this for?"

Yang Fan didn't answer, but just tied the token and hung it around his neck.

Zhou Juncai and Han Shan suddenly realized.

But Yang Fan "shuang" took out a rope, took out a gold medal with the word "文", and strung it together.

This is a gift from Zhu Qingshan.

Although Han Shan and Zhou Juncai didn't know where it came from, judging from its preciousness, they understood that this token must be extraordinary.

Zhou Juncai asked: "What is this?"

Yang Fan wrote lightly: "This is a gift from my sworn brother Zhu Qingshan, he should be the prince."

Zhou Juncai's knees softened and he almost fell down.

Then "Si" took out an iron plate with the three words "Wanzhumen" engraved on it. Needless to say, this is the sect established by Yang Fan himself.

Han Shan: "I am ignorant and have never heard of this sect."

Yang Fan smiled: "This is the sect I founded. Of course you haven't heard of it."

Han Shan and Zhou Juncai bowed and bowed, one to express congratulations and the other to show respect.

Yang Fan took out an iron plate with a tiger head and the word "Hua" engraved on it. Without any explanation, he knew that this was the military talisman handed over by Miss Hua.

Han Shan and Zhou Juncai looked at each other, already numb with shock.

Han Shan smiled and said, "It should be gone this time, right?"

Yang Fan said calmly: "I still have a killer token from the Palace of Hell, but it's of no use. If I take it out and hang it with these, the token on my body will lose value." As he spoke, he tied the token around his waist.

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Han Shan twitched the corner of his mouth, speechless, and thought to himself: "You are the only Yama killer who makes people in the world fearful. The key is that it is not against the law." He joked: "You are so powerful, I will fool around with you in the future.

Come on."

Zhou Juncai also said so.

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Whether you want to mix with me or not is a matter for the future. The top priority now is to go out and fish in troubled waters."

When I climbed out of the well, it was already sunset.

At this time, the prosperity of Lanling in the past is gone, only the sins that are usually suppressed and undisclosed.

Yang Fan looked around.

The sounds of soldiers chasing, officers and bandits fighting, people screaming, women calling for help, screams, and cries are like a suona funeral song.

The corpses on the roadside, the crawling wounded soldiers, the hanging heads of thieves, the trembling children in the corners, and the black color highlighted by the blood on the ground are like a gray picture of hell.

Yang Fan let out a long sigh, this was all his own fault.

Yang Fan walked straight towards a farmhouse surrounded by officers and soldiers.

The soldiers raised their guns to warn the farmhouse, and Yang Fan patted one of them on the shoulder.

Seeing that Yang Fan had a token with the word "Tao" hanging around his neck and various tokens hanging around his waist, although he was angry, he did not dare to make a mistake.

Yang Fan said: "My mentor is Feng Qingyang. I am Yang Fan, the current head of Taoism. I am also the guest of the prince and the military advisor of General Hua. I want to see your commander."

All the soldiers put away their guns, saluted, and moved out of the way.

An officer came forward to salute him. This man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a Chinese face and a thick beard. When he saw Yang Fan, he cupped his fists and said, "Young man Ran Danxiong has met the Taoist priest."

Yang Fan asked directly: "How many people do you have?"

Ran Danxiong replied: "Eight out of twenty."

Yang Fan: "How many people are there?"

Ran Danxiong: "I estimate there are seven or eight."

Yang Fan said: "Do you dare to come in and talk with me?"

Ran Danxiong hesitated.

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Dan Xiongxiong pretends to be big, Ran Xiongxiong becomes Xiong." As he spoke, he kicked the door open and immediately opened the big hole, shouting: "Brothers from the official family, don't move, just stay outside, don't get excited inside, I am

Came to save you."

Seeing that Yang Fan had already entered, for the sake of "reputation", Ran Danxiong gritted his teeth and walked in resolutely.

Yang Fan ignored the thieves, walked to the table, and sat down.

A big man with a cloth tied around his head and dressed in ragged clothes knelt down first and said, "Mao Jiayong, a former disciple of the Yangzhou Black Tiger Gang, has met the Taoist priest."

Looking at Ran Danxiong who came in, and then at Mao Jiayong on the ground, Yang Fan sighed and said: "You are very kind. The knife is already placed on your neck, but you use your strength to fight in the nest. Do you want to die or not?"

Don’t want to live anymore?”
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