Hong Yi's face changed uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, I am talking to you with the power of my soul now, and he can't hear it." Ishihara Zhang, who knew what Hong Yi was worried about, calmly comforted: "Of course, you don't need to speak when you want to speak, just think in your mind, I can know."

"Who are you and why do you want to help me?" Hong Yi was silent for a moment and thought in his mind.

"Do you still remember the Book of Changes?" Ishihara asked with a smile.

"Yi Jing, Shi Yi, you are Shi Yi, the author of Yi Jing!?" Hong Yi was stunned at first, then suddenly remembered the name of the author of Yi Jing, and couldn't help but suddenly say.

"That's right, it's me. Now you understand why I want to help you." Ishihara Kasumi smiled.

"It's just a small task for me! And Brother Shi's works are indeed worthy of my help in publicity. Otherwise, even if Miss Su Mu asked me personally, I would not break the rules in my heart and promote a book that is not worth reading by others." Hong Yi responded.

"That's a small task for you, but it's a great help to me." Ishihara Chang shook his head slightly and said, "I wonder if Brother Hong has heard of the word "luck"?"

"I remember it comes from the content in "Dream of the Movie and Bi Tan·Xiangshu" - words: If a person is short, he will be frightened by the people, and his fortune will also be in the rise and fall of his fortune. This sentence." Hong Yi thought for a while and replied.

"Yes. Even if a person gets sick, or the degree of illness is big or small, it will change with the severity of his luck, let alone other things? Coincidentally, literary fortune is also a kind of luck, which is mostly circulated in classic works, and rises and declines with the influence, spread range, and the quality of the work itself. Therefore, Brother Hong, your platform is not only helping me open the way for sales of the I Ching, but also strengthening my luck. This is an extremely important thing for people like you and me who have practiced. Because luck can not only affect people's birth, old age, sickness and death, but also affect the upper limit of their practice. So, you now understand why I am so enthusiastic." Ishihara Kana explained.

"Can luck actually affect the upper limit of practitioners?" Hong Yi said in surprise.

"Of course. After all, practice itself is a struggle. It is against the process of rebelling against the birth, old age, sickness and death of heaven and earth. It is a battle for fate with heaven and earth. If your luck is not strong and you cannot obtain tolerance from heaven and earth, why should the heaven and earth turn a blind eye to you, open up restrictions, and let you practice to a profound state and become a thief?" Ishihara asked.

"Is the essence of cultivation fighting?... So that's it, it's easy to be taught." Hong Yi said politely.

"No need to say that, say it, do you want me to help you solve the guy behind you?" Ishihara Zhang smiled and pulled the topic back to the right path again.

"Brother Shi is sure?" Hong Yi asked uncertainly.

After all, he is a newcomer in cultivation, but he can't tell how Shi Yi's realm or Zhao Han's level is.

"Don't worry, I just don't take it seriously by just a martial artist who has just stepped into the innate world." Ishihara Zhang smiled confidently.

"Then wait until Brother Shi is waiting. After arriving at Fang Xiandao, we will find an excuse to take action so as not to bite this guy backwards afterwards and cause trouble for Brother Shi." Hong Yi thought for a while and decided.

"All things are followed by Brother Hong's arrangements."

Then the two skipped the topic and turned the topic back to practice.

For example, Hong Yi asked Ishihara Zhang on the way, what level is the innate martial artist, what are his manifestations and characteristics, how to achieve the transmission of the soul and the realm of the spiritual and soul cultivation, and Ishihara Zhang didn't hide it, and he generously told all the things he knew and what he realized.

Just think that it was his chance to ruin Hong Yi and his luck was compensated.

After a long struggle, the group of three finally arrived at Fangxiandao on Yulong Mountain outside Yujing City.

Then Hong Yi found the Taoist priest who specialized in handling this matter in Fang Xiandao, and explained his intention to stay in Fang Xiandao for a period of time. He then took a room from the other party and entered...

Of course, it was given money.

Fang Xiandao is not a sucker, and anyone who comes will provide housing for free—

Unless you are a familiar pilgrim who knows that you will find other aspects, you will generously provide free accommodation and vegetarian meals.

In terms of nature, there is not much difference from the temples that became commercialized in later generations.

...

"Zhao Han, go and get five hundred taels of silver for Brother Shi." After returning to the room, Hong Yi and Ishihara Zhang looked at each other and ordered Zhao Han, who was almost inseparable from Hong Yi, just as he put the word surveillance on the surface.

"Young Master Yi, this money is the capital for you to settle down and live. Now you haven't even purchased the place you live. You can't just take out half of the money to help irrelevant strangers. If you are cheated, it will be bad." Zhao Han sneered when he heard this. Not only did he fail to take action, he also taught Hong Yi a lesson with the tone of an elder.

Who would have thought that Hong Yi, who should have swallowed his anger in his imagination, slapped the table in front of him and roared angrily: "You are arrogant!"

Although Zhao Han was startled, he didn't feel that Hong Yi, who had just practiced, and Ishihara Zhang, who had no qi and blood reaction on his body, threatened him. He sneered and looked at Hong Yi, who was incompetent and furious in his eyes with even more disdainful eyes.

But the next moment, his expression became horrified...

Then, Zhao Han's qi and blood flowed, but he still couldn't get rid of the suppression of his soul. He was fixed in place like a sculpture, and there was no place where he could move except his eyes.

"Okay, Brother Hong, do whatever you want. This guy has been controlled by my soul." Ishihara Zhang smiled at Hong Yi on the side.

"Thank you, Brother Shi." Hong Yi was stunned. Looking at Zhao Han, who was indeed full of horror in his eyes, stood up and bowed to Shihara Zhang and thanked him.

"It's just a matter of raising your hand." Ishihara Satoshi said modestly.

"Please let go of some suppression so that he can speak and answer my questions." Hong Yi asked.

"Okay." Ishihara nodded.

"Hello, little bastard, you're very good. I didn't expect that you could actually meet a ghost immortal level practitioner. The lady really underestimated you. She is worthy of being the seed of that bitch Meng Bingyun. I guess this Shi Yi was sent by the Supreme Taoist to help you." Zhao Han thought he understood everything and provoked Hong Yi with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Meng Bingyun? You said my mother is Meng Bingyun?" Hong Yi said in amazement.

"Hahahaha, the disciple Meng Bingyun, who was born in the Supreme Dao, didn't even dare to tell his son his name. It was so cowardly." Zhao Han laughed as if he heard some funny joke.

"It turns out that Brother Hong is actually the daughter of Meng Bingyun, the saint of the previous generation of Taishang Dao. He is so respectful." Ishihara Zhang pretended to be surprised.
Chapter completed!