Without a heroic spirit, I can only end it myself.

Jiang He was a little surprised when he saw the words revealed on the Book of Heroic Souls.

Wasn't Gu Yuerong visiting relatives at home? How could he appear in Shuzhou, which happened to be Fushan City where he was coming?

Fingers crossed the words, and memories flowed into my heart.

It suddenly dawned on him after he deduced the general process based on the conversation between the two.

Gu Yuerong should have accompanied the woman named Chen to Fushan City to look for her relatives - they also successfully found their lost brother in Fushan Temple.

However, his younger brother seems to have converted to Buddhism and became a handyman monk at Fukuyama Temple.

Even after meeting his biological sister, he did not change his mind and refused to see her again.

This is also the reason why the two of them are worried.

Miss Chen's family suffered a disaster, and most likely only her younger brother survived. She obviously did not want him to become a monk and live with the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.

This not only meant that the Chen family was extinct and had no descendants, it also meant that she had almost lost her last relative.

Gu Yuerong seemed to be helping her find a way to see her brother again and persuade him to return home...

"Isn't this a gift?"

Jiang He frowned slightly.

So much time has passed, let’s look at this reaction again.

Miss Chen's brother has probably been poisoned, and may have even been refined into human skin and turned into a demonic cassock.

The demon who stole a person's body was afraid of being exposed, so he stayed behind closed doors.

Under such circumstances, if Ms. Chen insists on pestering her, the other party will most likely attack her secretly and completely eliminate her last "hidden danger".

Moreover, this matter involves the red line of the Buddhist temple. Even if Gu Yuerong is a member of the Gu family and Qinhai Sect, he will never be spared.

After thinking about it, Jiang He made a decision.

[Just wait and see what happens]

Having decided to pursue a solo career, it was naturally impossible for him to come out to meet the rich woman in front of him.

However, the Gu family and Gu Yuerong took great care of him and were angel investors in this life. Now that there was trouble, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

It's better to wait and see what happens and protect him secretly.

Even if the abbot of Fukuyama Temple takes action himself, Ega can save the lives of the two of them.

Moreover, even if the Buddhist temple has an idea, it will never dare to do it openly. At most, it will make small moves behind the scenes.

Jiang He can take the opportunity to eliminate the demon monk and help him escape.

"It's a pity that on the way to Fushan Temple, I stayed at the Buddhist temple several times and took the initiative to test it out, but no demon monk attacked me."

"If they take the lead, it is reasonable for me to defend myself and fight back..."

"Maybe they only target unknown travelers traveling alone, and my reputation is too high."

[You did not come forward to acknowledge each other, and directly stood up and left with Painter Li. 】

[People were coming and going in the teahouse, but Gu Yuerong didn't notice it. 】

[After leaving the teahouse, you did not stay too far away. You resumed your old business nearby to meet friends with paintings. 】

[The name of Hueyuan Painter has been spread to Fushan City for a long time. A curious person invited you to paint. When you saw that the brush tip was so lifelike, you sighed that it was worthy of the name, so you bought it for a thousand gold. 】

[You painted five paintings, got thousands of dollars, and sealed the pen again. 】

Normally speaking, even if a painter is extremely skilled, it is impossible for him to make gold from his pen like this.

The reason why Jiang He is so sought after is not only because of his conversational skills that are far beyond ordinary people, which makes people want to make friends with him, but it is also related to his approach.

Almost no money was collected from the paintings, and all was given to the poor.

Such behavior not only brought him fame, but also received a certain amount of praise from those who purchased the paintings.

Whether superficially or sincerely, they are called good people by many people, and their reputation has increased.

Therefore, the value of Ega's paintings not only did not decrease due to frequent painting, but also greatly increased after passing through towns.

In the eyes of those wealthy people, these exquisite paintings are not only excellent collections, but also equivalent to [certificates], proving their good deeds, and are naturally extremely sought after.

"In the world of Yuling, this is called a charity party."

Jiang He didn't care about these pursuits.

He has experienced being famous all over the world and being enemies all over the world, and he will no longer lose his true feelings in the praise.

These are just means, not ends.

After receiving enough funds, he immediately launched his plan.

First, as usual, he dispersed most of his money to the poor people in Fukuyama Castle, and then took the initiative to visit Fukuyama Temple.

After experiencing painting and distributing money, Jiang He's reputation in the neighborhood has reached the level of respect.

When he came to Fushan Temple, even the abbot, who was over a hundred years old, put on his cassock and took the initiative to greet him.

Jiang He was flattered by such an instigation of troops and mobilized a large number of people, and he quickly saluted.

After some courtesy, and with both parties interested in making friends, the atmosphere quickly became harmonious, and they even discussed Buddhism for a while.

After the exchange, Jiang He couldn't help but praise.

"The abbot's words have benefited me a lot."

"Your Dharma is so profound, your cultivation should have reached a very high level, right?"

The old abbot said with a kind face and kind eyes when he heard the words.

"What the donor said is wrong. Buddhism is Buddhism, and cultivation is cultivation. The two cannot be confused... However, studying Buddhism intensively can indeed increase the speed of practice."

"Just a few years ago, I reached the state of Little Arhat."

Fifth level? Invincible.

Jiang He said with respect and curiosity.

"Why not study Buddhism in Lingshan Mountain instead of staying in the countryside?"

Lingshan is full of monsters. If you stay there, you won't feel as comfortable as being an abbot outside!

The old abbot said calmly.

"There is a Buddha in my heart, and there is a spiritual mountain everywhere."

Jiang He seemed to be touched, he thought for a moment, then stood up and saluted.

"Thank you abbot for your advice. I am willing to offer a thousand gold coins to repair the golden bodies of the Buddhas. At the same time, I am also grateful to the abbot for his compassion and relief for the victims of Kunzhou..."

The old abbot smiled and nodded.

"good."

Jiang He sat down again and spoke.

"To be honest, I have made my home all over the world. When I traveled to Kunzhou not long ago, I saw a great disaster coming. Countless people were displaced and their bones were buried on the roadside. I was extremely sad..."

"Fortunately, some righteous people and the government took action to put an end to the disaster."

"After I came down to Fushan City, I heard that the abbot had rescued many victims who had fled. I was filled with admiration, so I paid a visit."

The old abbot suddenly realized that this was the reason why Huiyuan Painter came to the temple.

"My Buddha is merciful. The donor is really a kind-hearted person."

"Most of those people have returned to their hometowns. Only some of them admire Buddhism, so they stayed and are living in the mountains behind the temple."

"If the donor is interested, you can go talk to them."

"Really?"

Jiang He said in surprise.

The old abbot was smiling.

"nature."

The remaining people have been slightly bewitched by the magic and have become extremely devout believers, future reserves.

No matter what I say, I will never leave the temple.

Let this Hueyuan painter meet them, and he might become kind again and leave some money or even paintings——

Even a demon temple, as long as they are in the world of mortals, will have a need for money, even more than ordinary people.

Jiang He also smiled.

…

"Are you going back to Kunzhou?"

The old abbot was confused.

He asked the monk to take the painter to see the food.

As a result, how long had it passed before all the food that had been bewitched by the spell changed their minds and wanted to return to their hometown?

Did your mother-in-law’s magic tricks brainwash them?

The old abbot glanced at Zhike Monk.

The latter's expression was also clouded, and it seemed that he had not recovered. Feeling the abbot's gaze, he shook his head slightly.

"..."

Just chatting?

How good are you at speaking!

"Master, I have decided to convert to Buddhism, but after talking with Mr. Gu, I can't help but think of the scene at home..."

A white-faced man's eyes were red and he was crying.

"Although I am the only one left at home, if I don't go back, I will have no home at all..."

"Master, my second daughter married far away. If I don't go back, she won't have a natal family."

A thin, dark man cried.

"Me too!"

"..."

Jiang He looked at these people.

Although they were bewitched by the magic, the Buddhist temple did not dare to brainwash them too blatantly - it would be better to make human skin directly.

As long as Jiang He arouses their nostalgia for the past and their hometown, strong emotions will burst out.

No magic is needed to make them actively change their minds.

It's not difficult, just talk about it.

After all, it is easier to join the world than to leave it.

"Abbott, these people have been away for a long time and some miss their hometown."

"In that case, I don't need to trouble your temple. I can pay for the caravan to send them back to their hometown."

"..."

The old abbot calmed down his emotions, seemed to be feeling emotional, and spoke with a smile.

"You are not done with this mortal world, so you should go back."

"I'd rather take care of the benefactor."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Jiang He smiled, suddenly remembered something again, and apologized.

"By the way, Abbot, there are too many people and the journey is long. After hiring a caravan, I'm afraid I won't have much money left from painting in the city..."

Your special girl——

The old abbot almost couldn't hold back due to his hundreds of years of cultivation.

You lied to even a monk, are you still a human being?

And if you have no money, can’t you go paint?

He smiled and nodded.

"It's good, it's good. It's better to gild the body of the Buddha than to save a living person. The donor doesn't need to care."

"Thank you, abbot, for your advice!"

Jiang He was overjoyed. After thanking him, he took everyone away.

When everyone left the temple.

The old abbot felt the breath disappearing, his harmonious expression instantly darkened, and his teeth chattered.

"Damn guy..."

"Quit being greedy!"

"I am here."

A sturdy monk walked into the hall.

"Go and find someone to inquire about the caravan's route and time. I will take action personally this time!"

The old abbot said with a sullen face and a sneer.

"It's ridiculous. When it comes to the meat in your mouth, do you really think you can take it away easily?"

…

Three days later.

A group of caravans set off from Fushan City and walked along the official road towards Kunzhou.

In the dense forest, several masked men hid their energy and were far behind.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but maybe he thought the time was right. The masked man moved and chased the caravan!

At this moment--

One of the masked men seemed to feel something in his heart. He suddenly stopped moving and shouted coldly.

"You go."

The remaining people did not dare to neglect, walked through the dense forest, and attacked the caravan.

However, just as they got closer, they saw several carriages explode at the same time, and several government agents in green robes jumped out and rushed towards several masked men!

See this scene.

The man in the distance's eyes froze, and he finally understood the source of the bad premonition——

There is a hint of Fushan City Official in the smell of the motorcade.

That painter Gu, just to escort a few disaster victims, actually invited people from the government office over!

Just ask.

Is the city official really here? !

Although he was sure to kill the city official, he was the lord of a city and represented the Daluo court, so the subsequent troubles would be too great.

If you take action without killing, your aura will easily be remembered and set on fire.

The masked man took a deep look, turned around and left, giving up the action.