Naturally, there will be a lot of eyes on him. If Ji Yuan sets foot on this street, no one will report him.

So, the great Buddha that is rumored to be so popular in Tianjing City is just a false name.

Just like the profiteering trade of red goods and black goods in a pawn shop, it is not his turn to be left alone.

They had been driven out and killed long ago and all their business was robbed.

"Shopkeeper, we are familiar with each other once, but this is the second time we have met. Can we be considered acquaintances?"

Ji Yuan stepped across the threshold. On the counter inside, there was an unlit oil lamp, and he chuckled:

"It's a pity that this time I came here in broad daylight and didn't see hundreds of ghosts patrolling at night and evil spirits walking across the street.

The last time I was there, I was chased pretty hard."

He still remembers the rules here: Chenghuangmiao West Street lights up lights at night.

If there is no wind, it will die out, so I will tell the outsiders to close the shop and get up early tomorrow.

If the light comes back on, nothing will happen, but if it still goes out.

Then offer three pillars of incense, several plates of tribute, and silently recite the name of the City Emperor.

Previously, I came to Huaiyin Zhai with Luo Yuzhen at night.

As a result, after finishing the work, I bumped into some unclean things, and the process was quite dangerous.

"Master Ji is joking. With your official power and evil aura, not to mention little devils, not even bad devils can get close to you."

Zhang Dong said in a flattering manner.

This is not a simple compliment.

There are thousands of households of five grades in Fusi, Beizhen.

It is blessed by the national destiny and has a strong aura of dragon and tiger.

The evil spirits retreated, and the ghosts dispersed.

What's more, after exchanging blood for three days, the yang energy is as strong as an oven.

Even the murderous evil spirits in Yin City do not dare to provoke them casually.

"Let's get straight to the point without beating around the bush. I want to meet the head of Huaiyin Zhai, Mr. Zhang Dafo."

Ji Yuan glanced around, looked at it for a moment, then turned around and said.

"This... Master Ji, please don't embarrass me.

Buddha's whereabouts have always been elusive, and even close confidants may not know his exact whereabouts.

Furthermore, there are some unwritten rules in our industry.

The first thing is not to have too much contact with the government.

This is called irritating the emperor and violating taboos."

Hearing this, Zhang Dong couldn't help but have a grimace on his face, almost bending his waist.

He had to consider his words carefully, for fear of offending the Qianhu master of Fusi, Beizhen.

But I couldn't agree to it, lest it make it difficult for Buddha to live a good life.

"I'm not wearing a python suit today, which means I won't show my official status to others."

Ji Yuan had already expected it. After he got enough information from Old Man An, he ordered Pei Tu to get all the files about "Yinmen" and "Zhang Qishan".

Therefore, we clearly know this Buddha who controls nine out of ten pawn shops in Tianjing and the circulation of private goods of underworld weapons.

His whereabouts are extremely secretive and he rarely shows up. All major and minor matters are handled by a few close associates.

Don't say that everyone in the world doesn't know what Zhang Qishan looks like and how old he is.

Lian Heilongtai's spies are spread all over the prefectures and all over the country.

There is only one scrawled portrait of Zhang Qishan at the age of fifteen. He is a young man with a cold temperament, eyes like daggers, and a slightly bookish attitude.

"Based on Huaiyinzhai's background, you should know that in addition to being a Qianhu of Fusi in Beizhen, I am also a disciple of Qintian Jianzheng, and I also became a master of a Buddhist master from Huangjue Temple."

Ji Yuan took out a seat and sat on it, with a smile on his lips:

"Shopkeeper Zhang, let me tell you this, I have always followed the rules and I don't like to use my power to oppress others.

The Buddha doesn't want to offend the emperor. I can understand that if you pay homage to the mountain gate today, it could be Ji Yuan from Qintian Prison or Ji Jiulang from Huangjue Temple, but it won't be Ji Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi.

Sincerity is here, whether it should be done or not depends entirely on the Buddha."

After saying these words, Zhang Dong's face turned pale, and a large amount of sweat dripped from his forehead.

My legs were trembling, as if I couldn't squeeze out even a single word.

I could only bow stiffly, as if roots were taking root under my feet, standing still.

Being able to become the shopkeeper of Huaiyin Zhai, he naturally has some knowledge in the world.

This Qianhu master from Fusi, Beizhen, made it clear that he should treat people with courtesy first and then fight with soldiers.

If Buddha really doesn't give up this face, he will suffer a lot in the future.

Nowadays, the Humanity Dynasty is mighty and suppresses all directions.

Even the six true traditions must bow their heads and act as subordinates.

What's more, it's just a Huaiyin Zhai with a side door.

The man in front of me beheaded the Duke's guests and ministers in public, including the Duke's own children.

Such ruthless means and decisive character.

It is extremely easy to regulate Huaiyin Zhai and stumbling upon the Buddha.

"Master Ji... be noble. Whatever you want, just ask.

Lord Buddha, I really can’t see you.

He has been traveling around since he was fifteen years old, looking for experts to remove the blood curse.

Maybe it's not in Tianjing City or Daming Mansion at all.

Even if I have two wings on my back, I won’t be able to fly back for a while!”

Zhang Dong wiped a handful of cold sweat and spoke with difficulty, word by word.

"Huaiyinzhai knows that I want to patrol Liaodong, so why do you use this to shirk me?

I'll sit here and wait for an hour. If Lord Zhang doesn't show up, it will be treated as if I haven't been here today."

Ji Yuan leaned back in his chair, his eyes opening and closing, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.

Tong Guan, Li Yan, straightened his back and stood at the door.

The two men's faces were cold, and they held the saber in their right hands.

In their view, the adults in their own family are so arrogant and arrogant.

Even facing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the East Palace, King Yan, who is a martial arts master.

He also had a tall and straight posture, without even bending down.

Now that Yu Zun has lowered his rank and come to meet a low-class man who eats dead people and makes money from side affairs, he has already given him a great deal of face.

Otherwise, as long as you give a casual order, half of Beizhen Fusi will come directly to your door.

"Shopkeeper, don't be so shameless!"

Tong Guan, who was devoted to Ji Yuan, pushed forward his half-inch long knife and spoke out first:

"What kind of person is my lord? He is a low-level guy who is trying to get into the blond family, but he still dares to put on airs and show off!"

Li Yan also had a strong sense of humiliating his ministers to death, and scolded him with sharp eyes:

"Zhang Qishan might be considered a well-known character on Green Forest Road, but in Tianjing City, he cannot be called 'big' in terms of seniority.

People in the world praise him and call him Buddha, but we in Beizhen Fusi don't do this.

It is not difficult to offend my lord and cut off Huaiyinzhai's goods and livelihood by land and water in Daming Prefecture.

Shopkeeper, don’t toast and you’ll be fined if you don’t eat!”

Zhang Dong's legs were weak, and the young Qianhu sitting in front of him had an extremely powerful and powerful aura.

As if rolling through a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, there is murderous intent hidden in his eyebrows. The slightest raised eyebrows in anger will make people tremble.

His throat rolled twice, but he finally gritted his teeth and dared not say a word.

The sweat from the shock has already soaked the whole body of the gown.

Tread, tread, tread, tread.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely solidified and the scene was extremely stiff.

Four strong servants carried a soft sedan, with feet flying, and stopped suddenly at the entrance of Huaiyin Zhai.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar with slightly white temples walked out from inside, holding a white paper fan.
To be continued...