"We are all poor people, and it is not easy to have a place to live. I would like to ask Master Immortal to understand our suffering and restore the destroyed houses to us. Thank you!" The old man in gray kowtowed to Ning Xi.

Thousands of people behind him also kowtowed.

The word "Zhen" appeared in Ning Xi's palm, causing the air to fluctuate, causing everyone kneeling on the ground to stand up involuntarily.

The destruction of those houses was clearly his fault with the Medicine King Valley, and these people could just ask for compensation, but they had to kneel down and ask for it.

Ordinary people in this era live too humble.

"Your request is reasonable, and I and the God of Medicine Valley should compensate you, so you don't need to kneel down and beg me." Ning Xi said.

These simple civilians smiled gratefully.

"Where is the lord of Yaowang City?" Ning Xi's voice was like a bell, spreading throughout the city.

In just half a incense stick, a middle-aged man came on horseback, hurriedly jumped off the horse's back, took two steps at once, ran up and said, "The little Hong Mingtian is the lord of this city. Pay a visit to Master Immortal!"

Ningxi kills several dust immortals in the Yaowang Valley. Now everyone knows the entire Yaowang City, who dares to neglect?

"No need to be polite!" Ning Xi gave all the spoils he had just collected, except for the Medicine King Ding and Xingtie Chessboard, to Hong Ming. "You can sell these things at the Baolou of Xianshi, and use the money you earn to bury the Yu family, and then help these suffering people find a temporary residence and settle them."

The spoils I just obtained were mainly magic weapons, but the three precious magic weapons, Night Spirit Umbrella, Zhenwu Turtle Shell, and Sky Protection Xuan Armor were all broken by him, and the value was greatly reduced. At most, they could only be sold for one or two percent of the original price. It is definitely not enough to build hundreds of houses.

Originally, the Blood River Banner made by the Moon Blood Blood was very high and valuable, but unfortunately it was evil spirits. If you use them or sell them, you will have karma.

Ning Xi simply ruined it and reaped a wisp of merit.

"Please rest assured by the Immortal Master, I will do it!" Hong Ming said hurriedly.

"In addition, you can find someone to calculate how much it costs to build those damaged houses. When I come from Yaowang Valley, I will give you the construction fee." Ning Xi said.

Hong Ming bowed and said, "I'll do it right away!"

When ordinary people heard the conversation between Ning Xi and Hong Ming, they retreated to the side of the road, but many elderly people were worried that Ning Xi would never return.

Ning Xi saw their worries, and in order to calm the hearts of these people, he solemnly said: "I promise you in the name of the ancestors of Baiyunguan that I will help you all build houses!"

"As the noble status of Master Immortal Master, I promise us civilians, what else can we worry about? Do you think so?" The leading old man in gray smiled and said to the people around him.

“Yes, yes!”

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

...

Ning Xi, Changle and others destroyed their houses and helped them rebuild them was completely natural, but now they are making trouble so much that they are grateful to him.

This made Ning Xi feel ashamed and made two decisions in his heart.

First, you must be responsible for helping these people build a house;

Second, never fight in the city in the future.

What Ning Xi didn't know was that monks fought in cities and destroyed buildings from all over the world.

Even if a monk with a good temper is at most a few hundred or thousands of copper shells, it is rare to see someone helping them pay for rebuilding a house.

This is also one of the main reasons why those people thank Ning Xi.

Ning Xi and Fairy Yun Hua left the Medicine King City and headed all the way to the Medicine King Valley.

On the way, Fairy Yunhua saw Ning Xi’s dull expression and said, “Don’t you be sad either. When I left Baiyun Temple, wouldn’t I leave you a Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill? As long as I find the body of the Bouquet, I can resurrect her.”

"It's just that the boudoir minister is just a cultivator in the realm of God Transformation. His body will not rot for up to three days. If it takes a long time, the body will rot. Even if there is a Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, it will not be resurrected..." Ning Xi prayed silently in his heart, hoping that there will be no twists and turns.

As soon as he thought of this, Ning Xi couldn't help but speed up and soon arrived at the Medicine King Valley.

The Yaowang Valley was quiet, and all the tables, chairs, books and other items in the room were moved cleanly and nothing was left.

There are tens of thousands of acres of spiritual medicine fields in Yaowang Valley, and all the spiritual medicines in the fields have been dug up completely.

Now the entire Medicine King Valley is empty.

"There is no sign of fighting, is it all running away?" Ning Xi's face turned ashen.

Fairy Yun Hua analyzed: "Lower we kill the old man Changle and his group. Even if the disciples from the Medicine King Valley want to run away, they will never escape from my perception range in such a short time, so... there are great masters who are making trouble behind the scenes."

Ning Xi thought it must be the real person of Yu Ding.

But if the real person Yu Ding takes action, why didn’t he deal with him directly, but instead chose to avoid it, which is inconsistent with the sinister and cruel style of the Chan Sect.

Yes, Yang Jian has not been born yet, and the guardian god that the Chan Sect wants must be born by him and Fairy Yun Hua. Naturally, he cannot attack him at this time.

"I remember Jiangling lobbying, the boudoir minister was in the dungeon, let's go and look for it." When Ning Xi walked to the door of the dungeon, he saw several beggar corpses.

After entering the dungeon, there were many beggar corpses on the middle aisle.

As for the cell, some were empty, some were inside, but they had been killed.

Tang Guichen's body was not in the cell.

Ning Xi's heart sank, closed her eyes, and used her innate soul to sense the entire Medicine King Valley, searching for the body of Tang Guichen.

He did not find Tang Guichen's body, but instead found a breath deep in the dungeon.

"Who is where?" Ning Xi shouted.

There was no reaction there.

Ning Xi raised his hand and pushed it out, the cell deep in the dungeon exploded, and the hay on the ground flew up, revealing a thin young beggar.

"Evil thief, you want to kill..." The young beggar jumped up, "Hey, you are not those executioners."

Ning Xi saw the boy's eyes moving and said in a harmonious voice: "What do those executioners look like?"

"It's the disciples of Medicine King Valley. About a stick of incense, five or six people rushed in, killing people like crazy. After killing all the people in the prison, they hurried away."

The young beggar thought about it and said, "I vaguely heard them say that they would retreat to some pavilion and would be entrusted to others in the future. They also said that this was all caused by a person named Yang, cursing that the ancestor named Yang had gone away for eighteen generations."

Ning Xi was in a bad mood now. He killed the three big men of Medicine King Valley, but he still failed to let these bastards know what awe is.

It would be fine to scold him, but even a group of beggars wanted to kill them is simply inhumane.

A scum like this, even if he escapes to the ends of the world, Master Dao will have to destroy him.

Ning Xi's mind flashed through the names of the major forces in Yuzhou and said, "But the Zi Fu Pavilion?"

"It seems, and it seems not," the young beggar scratched the back of his head. "I didn't hear the two words clearly."

Fairy Yunhua suddenly said, "When you fight with Elder Guanqi, the person who threw the blood of the Moon and Chi Mu over is the True Lord of Qingxu Daode, one of the twelve Golden Immortals of the Syndrome."
Chapter completed!