Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

"By the way, Lin Baihu, do you know the name of the current head of my family?"

"Who is in charge now?"

When Lin Baihu wanted to say goodbye and leave, Yi Chen seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked.

Until now, he doesn't even know the basic information and preferences of the owner, which is not easy to do business.

Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste.

This is his first step towards the high-end funeral market, and he still has to do a more delicate job.

Hearing this, Lin Baihu stopped, thought for a moment, and then replied: "Now the Wang family has a total of two rooms, and the one who entrusted my father is the one from the second room, which is also one of the Ansi in other counties and towns. I am from a thousand households, but others are unable to leave due to urgent official duties."

"As for the big house, he stays at home. The head of the big house is named Wang Mingba. The Wang family is very prominent in Ping'an County and is a big family. When the Taoist priest goes into the city, he can just find someone to inquire."

Yi Chen: "..."

"You're actually called Wang Ba?"

"What's wrong? Taoist priest, is there anything wrong with this name?" Lin Zhengyi asked curiously.

From Yi Chen's tone, he heard a hint of surprise.

Yi Chen laughed a few times, then found an excuse and got away with it.

Wang Ba is a great name.

Listen to longevity.

Compared with Ji Tuanlian's name, it is simply a bright spot.

However, it was naturally not appropriate to speak directly to Lin Zhengyi about such complaints.

If you can speak directly, can you still say what is on your mind?

Not long after, Lin Baihu got on his horse and disappeared over the horizon with a bag of chestnuts, a specialty of Yinlongguan.

He was busy going to find out for Yi Chen who was behind the Evil Tiger Gang. After all, his father had told him to take this matter seriously and make sure the favor was solidified.

But not too fast...

"I didn't even take a sip of the tea. Lin Baihu is such a good person." Yi Chen looked at Lin Baihu's face that was dusty and seemed to be more mature. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then turned around and returned to the hidden place. Inside Longguan.

He still had to explain some key things to Qing Yunzi.

"Junior brother, if possible, you should try your best to get the land deeds around our Yinlong Temple. Buy it if you can. Buy it all."

"You have to buy wasteland, and you must have a title deed. It doesn't matter if the price is a little higher than the market price of 10% or 20%."

"If you have any trouble, go discuss it with Zhang Captou. If Zhang Captou can't do it, go to the county magistrate to coordinate. Now your senior brother's face is still a bit thin in this three-acre area of ​​Fengyun County."

Calling Qingyunzi aside, Yi Chengou warned him sternly.

"Ah? Senior brother, what is the wasteland worth? Why waste that money?"

"Don't worry about this, just listen to my senior brother and buy it if you can. You must get the land deed."

"We must find a few more people to be witnesses."

Qingyunzi didn't understand the beauty of it, how could he still understand it?

In today's world, what is most important?

Of course it's safe.

Don’t you see how high the house prices in Fengyun County have risen just because of the existence of the Bagua Evil Mirror.

When Yinlong Temple becomes prosperous in the future, will it be better to live around Yinlong Temple than in the city?

With Taoist Master Yi's amazing ability to empower the industry and his operational capabilities comparable to those of Zhenjun, Qingyunzi will be frightened to death by the mountains and seas of wealth in the future.

Therefore, we have to make arrangements in advance to collect funds. How can Daoist Yi, who has betrayed his heart, let others take advantage of this?

Buying it at the price of wasteland, flipping it into gold price and then selling it, you still can't find any reason, it is comparable to robbing money, this is the method.

When the time comes, don’t think it’s too expensive. If you don’t buy it, others will buy it, and I’ll still have to hold the plate and draw numbers.

In this world, the strong will always be strong, and the winner will take all. The more wealth is accumulated, the stronger the ability to siphon the surroundings.

As long as he operates it properly, Yi Chen is confident that by cutting leeks by himself, the rich can willingly donate money, and they will have to be grateful and worship him.

The highest level of cutting leeks is to pluck the feathers without letting the goose croak. Yi Chen still has a lot of experience in this. He has a hundred ways to cut leeks so that people from other worlds can learn the wisdom from Blue Star.

Give them a little blue star shock.

The Taoist priest's scythe is always very fast.

And in this life, he is no longer afraid of dump trucks.

His knife is sharper.

It's just the first one now.

Jie Jie Jie.

But Yi Chen naturally saw clearly that in a world where such great power belongs to oneself, wealth must match one's own strength, otherwise you are just a pig.

Only as he becomes stronger will the scythes in his toolbox be released one after another.

Strength is the foundation, and wealth is the booster of strength.

He will not be blinded by wealth and end up making wedding clothes for others.

The Guangda Hidden Dragon Temple project has already been outlined in Yi Chen's mind, the blueprint has been drawn up, and he will eat it one bite at a time.

If you take too big a step, you can easily pull your balls. He knows this truth well.

"Junior brother is still too young. He doesn't know the reason why big thieves don't fight. People who rob with knives and guns are doing small business. He has never thought about the real big business."

Yi Chen looked at Qing Yunzi's retreating back and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Guangda Hidden Dragon Temple is Bai Yunzi's last wish, so it is also Yi Chen's wish.

Now, you can start to slowly lay the foundation.

Cutting leeks is just Yi Chen's means, and his ultimate goal is not so narrow.

He hopes to create a world within the radius of Yinlongguan's influence.

A world where those who want to lie down can lie down, and those who want to struggle can get what they deserve, a world that can accommodate the roars of jackals and soothe the cries of the weak.

If one day in the future, he is lucky enough to survive and his strength is unparalleled in the world, he will create a world like this.

This is the world he wanted to see in his previous life.

This is also the world Bai Yunzi has always wanted to see.

No one understands his pedantic master better than him.

By then, cutting leeks will be nothing more than a means of redistribution.

“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, so let’s cut it first.”

"With great wealth comes great power. With great power comes more talent. With more people, wealth becomes more powerful. I hope this cycle will continue."

"Only the strong have the right to speak and define the world."

"So first of all, I have to become a strong person, a real strong person."

"Strong enough that no one can ignore my will."

Yi Chen looked at the wasteland outside Yinlong Temple, clenched his fists, and had many thoughts for a while.

Yiguanzhu is really worried about the development of Yinlongguan. Although his final vision is extremely grand, these beautiful blueprints are just like the ppts shown to investors. I don’t know how successful they will be in the final implementation. This is only God knows.

Maybe a year later he would die at the hands of the underworld and go bankrupt. Things are unpredictable.

Take it from the top, get it from the middle, get it from the middle, get it from the bottom, this is already an excellent result.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than enough damage; the way of man is to make up for the deficiency when there is not enough damage.

The Bible in previous lives says that to everyone who has something, more will be given to him, and to anyone who doesn’t have anything, even his little bit will be taken away.

This is the truth, the world is inherently cruel.

Can manpower defeat heaven? Yi Chen didn't know.

After all, he had never heard of anyone who could defeat Zou Qilu.

Such a world cannot be achieved overnight, but things can be done first.

For example, he first cuts the money from the hands of the rich, and then hires people to work at a high price to increase the income of the surrounding people. This is another way of taking money from people and using it for others.

Money is like water, it is only useful when it flows. Storing it in a silver cellar will only make it black and hairy, making it useless.

Water benefits all things and flows into the hands of people at the bottom, which is a sweet spring and a great good.

After all, the people at the bottom are really as poor as big wolf dogs. They are dying of thirst and generally cannot drink much water.

The Taoist leader cut off the rich and then spread the money to the poor. Yinlong Temple developed, the poor got more money than expected to improve their lives, and the rich got the pie painted by the Taoist.

This is the perfect cycle.

Damn, it’s a win-win-win.

Yi Chen instantly completed the logical closed loop.

He highly unified his personal interests, his master's wishes and the development of Taoism.

A world where no one gets hurt is achieved.

"I'm really a genius."

"Master, you see, I really practice benevolence and righteousness."

"Although I am evil-minded, killing people, selling chickens, and cutting leeks, I know that I am a good Taoist priest."

Looking at the wasteland outside, Yi Chen seemed to have seen gold. He rubbed his hands excitedly, turned around and returned to the house.