Chapter 22 This blessing is for you, do you want it?
"Honored...Honored Lord, why are you here?" Even though Jiang Tianqi was such a tough man, his face flushed with excitement at this time.
Youtanhua straightened his robe, and with a fairy-like attitude, he winked at Jiang Tianqi: "I thought this dragon could barely serve as a mount for the young monk, so I came to take him in."
Mu Fusheng also took a step forward and said with a faint smile: "Amitabha, General Jiang is here well."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Tianqi knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound: "If you two hadn't come to help, 20,000 soldiers like me would have died here today. Jiang would like to thank you two for your great kindness."
After saying that, the soldiers who came one after another also knelt down: "Thank you for your life-saving grace."
At this time, the young man who rushed over finally realized that this beautiful Taoist nun had single-handedly stopped the attack of ten water dragons transformed by the evil dragon. Just now, he actually thought that she and the Buddhist cultivator had escaped.
He couldn't help but feel his face getting hot, and he knelt down in front of Youtanhua with a "pop" sound: "Sister Taoist sister, your power is boundless. I beg you, little Zhao Si, to save us, the people of Beiming."
The five or six people behind them who were carrying sickles and kitchen knives put down their things with a clang and fell to the ground: "Please save us Beiming people."
Youtanhua looked at them condescendingly, waved his hands and said: "Everyone, get up. Of course I'm here, and I won't leave empty-handed. We'll go back to the city first."
Then everyone stood up one after another.
Jiang Tianqi ordered his soldiers to camp in the wasteland to the west outside the city to recuperate, and then he followed Utanhua and Mu Fusheng back to the city with only two personal soldiers.
Among the people who originally followed Zhao Si, after hearing the evil dragon's warning and request, two of them were so frightened that they ran back to the city and informed the county magistrate.
At this time, the fat magistrate was sitting on a sedan chair, instructing a group of government officials to knock on doors and search doors.
The doors on the streets were closed, especially those with children at home, who hid their children.
"Hand over all the 16-year-old boys and girls at home. If anyone is hiding, the whole family will be executed together!" Several government officials shouted while holding gongs.
When Youtanhua and others appeared on the street, a yameni with a sinister face was dragging a girl out.
The girl's face turned pale with fright. Her mother dragged the yamen servant's legs and cried: "Master, master, my daughter is already 17. Please let her go. You can let me be a cow or a horse. Please
Please let my child go."
"Go away," the officer kicked her away and knocked the woman to the ground, "You said 17 is 17? You ungrateful eighth woman, your daughter is a holy child and she is going to be enshrined to the Dragon King."
The woman fell to the ground, but climbed over tenaciously and continued to hold the girl and not let go.
The officer became impatient, took out his sword and stabbed the woman: "I told you, this is your daughter's blessing."
"This blessing is for you, do you want it?" came a female voice with extremely low pressure.
With a "clang" sound, not only did the officer's knife not penetrate into the flesh, but it was held up by a sword.
Jiang Tianqi moved his wrist slightly, and the saber in the yamen fell to the ground, making his arm numb.
The officer covered his trembling arms and raised his eyes to look at the person coming. The man dressed as a general was very powerful, and the other two monks were even more beautiful and elegant.
"Who are you?" he asked tremblingly.
"Your dad." Youtanhua said with a smile.
Mu Fusheng bent down to lift up the frightened girl and put her into her mother's arms: "Donor, please take the child back and leave it to us."
The mother quickly hugged the girl. Although she didn't know what happened, this person gave her a sense of peace of mind. She hugged the girl and thanked her repeatedly before leaving.
"This...this is Beiming. I don't care who you are. When you get here, you must obey our county magistrate." The yamen showed his usual auspiciousness, but he trembled unconsciously when he spoke.
Youtanhua smiled contemptuously, snapped his fingers, and suddenly there was a harsh sound of wood scraping violently on the ground in the empty street.
In the blink of an eye, a gorgeous sedan got rid of the bearers and glided rapidly towards them for a mile. The bearers were still stunned in place and did not react.
The sedan slid straight in front of the Yameni and stopped suddenly. The people inside rolled to the ground with inertia and vomited filth all over themselves.
Youtanhua frowned and stepped back: "This dirty fat pig is your county magistrate, sir?"
The yamenai turned pale with fright and did not dare to say a word.
Zhao Si hid behind a few people and couldn't help but laugh out loud.