Chapter 59: Starting an escort

"Boy, tell me quickly, how did you bring the dead back to life?"

As soon as he returned to heaven and earth, Sun Simiao couldn't wait to pull Yi Fan into the study, without anyone being disturbed.

Yi Fan had no choice but to let Sun Simiao sit down first, lift the teapot on the table, turn over two upside down tea bowls, and pour a glass of water for Sun Simiao and himself.

He took a sip of water and put down the tea bowl before he said to Sun Simiao: "Uncle Sun, in your opinion, it is a magical technique to bring about the dead. In fact, it is not. It is just common sense to us."

"common sense?"

When he heard this, Sun Simiao immediately blew his beard and glared and said, "Are you saying I am ignorant?"

Sun Simiao's greatest pride in his life was this medical skill. In his opinion, Yi Fan actually said that this was just common sense. How could Sun Simiao not be angry?

This can be said to be an insult to Sun Simiao. If another doctor said this, Sun Simiao would probably have to compete with him.

Yi Fan quickly comforted: "Uncle Sun, don't be angry. I don't mean anything else, I just tell the truth."

It would be fine if Yi Fan didn't explain, but Sun Simiao became even more angry. He grabbed the tea bowl on the table and threw it at Yi Fan.

Yi Fan dodged by, but the tea still splashed all over him. Sun Simiao felt much better when he saw Yi Fan wet and dew.

Yi Fan wanted to change his clothes, but Sun Simiao stopped him and asked him to continue talking like this.

Yi Fan had no choice but to continue saying: "In fact, when people stop breathing and pulse, they do not die immediately. There is still a period of survival. The younger generation calls this state a fake death state.

In this state, as long as I take first aid measures like I did today to restore my heartbeat and breathing, I will be able to save myself with a high chance of resuscitation. If you have a chance, you can always try it.”

Sun Simiao pondered for a while, waved his hand and asked Yi Fan to go out. He sat behind the desk and picked up the paper and pen to record what he had begun.

At the same time, this incident also spread in Chang'an City.

Two passers-by talked as they walked: "Do you know? At that time, the old man Chen had already returned to the underworld. The little god cast a spell on his chest and pulled the old man Chen's soul back from the underworld."

"Ah...isn't it? The most amazing thing is that Old Man Chen's life is over. The little god uses the life of Old Man Chen's son to prosper his life. Alas... I'm afraid that Old Man Chen's son will reduce his life a lot!"

If Yi Fan knew the big imagination of these Chang'an people, he would definitely sigh that if these people don't write novels, they will really bury talents.

As time enters the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the weather turns completely cold, and the green leaves on the trees begin to turn yellow slowly.

The Heaven and Earth have also begun to sell hot pot. There is no need to say anything about the hot business.

At this time, Yi Fan was sitting on the threshold of the dilapidated Daci Temple with a ragged monk.

"Yi Shi..." Xuan Ku wanted to call Yi Fan as the donor habitually, but remembered Yi Fan's words that day, and then changed his words: "Is it a joke for Xiao Lang to see me?"

Yi Fan shook his head and said, "I don't have the time to come to see you for a joke. I just heard that you are Xuanzang's junior brother, so I came to see you."

Yi Fan looked back at the dilapidated temple and said, "All the monks in Chang'an City have left, why do you still stay here? You have to bear the eyes of the people of Chang'an every day."

Xuan Kuyouren glanced at Yi Fan and said, "All this is not given to the little husband."

Yi Fan said disrespectfully: "You are here to provoke me first, otherwise I will be full and I will deal with you. How can you say that your Buddhism has existed in China for thousands of years, and it can be regarded as part of Chinese culture.

What's more, you have a Shaolin Temple, which is a martial arts holy land in my heart. If I have the chance, I would like to go to Shaolin Temple to see if there is a snow-white bearded monk in the Sutra Pavilion there.

I don’t know if your Buddhism has any subsequent revenge on me, but I’m not afraid. As long as you dare to come, I don’t mind letting you come and never return.

I just want to live well. If anyone doesn't want me to live happily, he must bear my anger and revenge.

I hope you tell the Buddhist sect behind you not to disturb me again. You can’t bear my anger, even if you are a thousand-year-old sect.”

After saying that, Yi Fan got up, patted his butt and was about to leave.

Xuan Ku's voice came from behind: "I will tell the Buddhist sect what you say, and I will not participate in anything related to Buddhism in the future.

I just want to wait here for my senior brother Xuanzang to come back from the Western Regions, and then hand over the already broken Daci Temple to him."

Yi Fan said without looking back: "Maybe you and your senior brother are the real Buddhist monks."

Xuanku looked at Yi Fan's minor's back. He knew that this young man was not talking nonsense. The best proof was that Daming Temple was slaughtered overnight.

He didn't know if Buddhism would listen to Yi Fan's warnings or be angry. All this was not something he could make decisions or worry about. He just needed to bring the words and then practice hard here, quietly waiting for the return of his senior brother Xuanzang.

Back in heaven and earth, Yi Fan called the two men of heaven and the sun to the study and said to them: "I have a task to you."

Both of them were very excited when they heard the task because they vaguely heard it from Chinese-language Mr. Wu Meiniang, and it seemed that Yi Yun was performing some secret mission.

Because Yi Yun would withdraw a lot of copper coins from Wu Meiniang every once in a while, Wu Meiniang speculated that Yi Yun must be doing something they didn't know.

Although Yi Zhongtian was extremely excited, he said seriously on his face: "Please tell me, I will do my best to not disappoint my brother."

Yi Fan nodded and said, "You go find a man's teeth first and ask him to find a larger courtyard in the city, preferably closer to our heaven and earth. It doesn't matter how much money you spend. Then you can go to Mr. Wu to withdraw it wherever you want.

After you find the yard, you will open an escort agency in the city, first recruit some rangers who know martial arts or soldiers who have been on the battlefield. As long as you know some martial arts, you can do it. I don’t need to teach you the rest, right?"

At this moment, Yi Zhongtian could no longer pretend to be calm and said excitedly: "I know, I know, the stories I told us before have been clearly stated. The escort agency is to protect those businesses."

Yi Fan nodded in agreement and said, "It's not just about helping the merchants to protect them. You have to choose the available people among the people you recruit, preferably those who are careless and single, and find ways to turn them into their own people."

Yi Zhongtian thoughtfully said, "Brother, are we going to start cultivating our own power like those big families?"

Yi Fan smiled bitterly and said, "It's not easy to survive in this world. How can I do without any capital?"
Chapter completed!