"Scram." The beggar didn't seem to understand and continued walking towards me and Hong Zhuo.

  "Ah yo, I'm going, several brothers, **he**. Another beer bottle flew over and hit this beggar's head."

  Then six people drinking at a table rushed up and started punching and kicking the beggar.

  With a loud crash, the beggar kicked the young man who had been shouting earlier flying three or four meters.

  I swallowed my saliva, this is also too much.

  "Damn it, a beggar scammer from outside came to Chongqing to bully us Chongqing people, it's time for the Chongqing guys to teach him a lesson." I saw that these six people couldn't beat this beggar, so I immediately stood up and loudly shouted.

  This beggar was previously speaking in standard Mandarin, and naturally was labeled as an outsider.

  Although the people of Chongqing are not hostile to outsiders, now seeing an outsider beating up a local guy, especially with these few tables around us having had quite a bit to drink, I shouted like this and they all got excited, grabbing their wine bottles and rushing over to fight that beggar.

  Although this beggar was quite fierce, he was surrounded by more than 20 big men beating him up, and he couldn't take it either.

  I also understand why Hong Zhuo brought me to this barbecue shop earlier. Damn, I didn't expect that guy to be a little clever after all.

  I'm not going to run away now either. The Six Ding Six Jia Exorcism Talisman in my left hand is ready, standing outside the crowd and preparing to go in and deal with those evil cultists at any time.

  The original cult guy was quite powerful, but when more than 20 people surrounded him, it's said that a good man can't fight against four hands, and these twenty or so people.

  No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can still be afraid of a kitchen knife. These twenty or so people holding wine bottles aren't much different from the kitchen knife either.

  The beggar inside soon fell silent.

  "Alright, let's get out of here quickly, the police will be coming soon. Thanks to the brothers who helped today, I'll treat you all to barbecue." The guy wearing a gold chain yelled and then threw 1,000 yuan at the barbecue stall owner before taking off in a run.

  Those people around finished fighting and probably sobered up a lot, rushing away one by one.

  I looked at the beggar lying on the ground, covered in blood, with several empty bottles of liquor scattered around him, like a dead dog.

  That burst of energy is all gone now.

  "Let you pretend to be arrogant, and being struck by lightning is your own fault." I chuckled and walked up to this guy, who was now weakly gasping for air, narrowing his eyes at me and saying: "Today you guys are just lucky, offending our Miao Wu Sect, you will die sooner or later."

  "Miao Witchcraft?" I furrowed my brow, isn't this the same heretical cult that Huang Jianqiang used to be in? Come to think of it, after Huang Jianqiang ran away, he never came to bother me again, which is quite strange.

  "You people of Miao Wu Sect, I'm not someone who hasn't offended you before. Offending one is the same as offending two, it's all the same." I pulled him up by his hair.

  One palm of six Ding and six Jia exterminating evil talisman slapped on his forehead, that ghost infant was directly slapped out by me and fell to the ground.

  That ghost infant looked at me with terror, turned around and was about to run away. I suddenly thought of a Taoist spell I had learned from the book "Mountain" earlier. I hastily pulled out a strand of hair and recited: "One decree, Gan hexagram unites heavenly soldiers."

  Unexpectedly, this strand of hair transformed into a red light, shooting at the ghost infant. The ghost infant let out a miserable cry, and its entire body ignited with a black flame, instantly burning to ashes.

  I stared at the scattered ghost infant, and I was also stunned. This move of mine is called the Pre-Heaven Eight Trigrams Decree, with a total of eight decrees. The one I just used is one decree. The Book of Mountains says that the following few decrees have astonishing power, but I didn't believe it. However, I do now.

  This innate eight trigrams decree is a Taoist technique I learned from the "Mountain" book this year, but I haven't had a chance to use it yet.

  The innate eight trigrams decree belongs to the Qimen Dunjia's qigong, which can exert its power with some special things without drawing talismans.

  For example, a single strand of hair is made from the hair on one's head. Don't think that hair is an ordinary thing; it is the highest part of the human body and the place closest to the sun, so it receives the most yang energy.

  The boss of the barbecue stall looked at me with a gaze like I was a mental patient, coughing, and naturally he couldn't see that red light and ghost baby, probably thought I was going crazy.

  "Hong Zhuo, get him tied up for me. Damn it, take him back and deal with him slowly." I grabbed the beggar's hair and dragged him towards the side of the road.

  Suddenly a man in black clothes and wearing a black mask walked in, smiling at me and saying: "Little brother, let's spare him, how about letting him go?"

  His voice was hoarse, as if he deliberately lowered his voice and didn't want to reveal his true voice.

  "What kind of onion are you?" I gave this guy a glance, thinking he was filming an ancient costume drama or something. He even wore a mask.

  "Protect me, save me." The beggar's face lit up with joy when he saw the person wearing a mask come in.

  I'm going, is that the guardian deity?

  I immediately furrowed my brow and became vigilant.

  "Let him go, and everything will be fine. Otherwise, neither of you will leave today." The masked man gazed coldly at me and Hong Zhuo: "You don't need to doubt whether I have the ability to keep you both here."

  "Hmph, the green hills and clear waters will remain unchanged. Let's see how things go, you turtle egg." I also felt a sense of helplessness in my heart. My back still hurts now, all because of that ghost baby earlier. This beggar is clearly one of the Guardian's underlings. If this beggar is so fierce, who knows how formidable the Guardian is?

  After finishing speaking, I kicked this beggar's chest with force and then grabbed Hong Zhuo's leg and ran.

  This is what kind of law enforcement didn't even chase after us.

  We ran for another four or five minutes, and just as a taxi was coming over, I hastily hailed it, and Hong Zhuo and I rushed onto the car, finally feeling relieved.

  "Where are you going?" I asked Hong Zhuo.

  "Hong Chao said with a deep breath."

  The master drove for about ten minutes before arriving at a very remote place.

  It's also inappropriate to say that this Liang is remote, it's only a 10-minute drive from Guanyin Bridge, but it's like a poor man's cave.

  Hong Zhuo got out of the car and took me into a very dark alley by the side of the road, which also had a sour smell. After walking for a while, he took me downstairs.

  He walked down three more floors before stopping at a door and unlocking it with his key.

  I walked in and furrowed my brow, this small room was only ten square meters in size, with a single bed, a small table with an electric rice cooker, induction cooker, flat pan, and a closet for clothes. That's all there was in the room, looking extremely simple.

  "Dude, you're living here? It's too simple, isn't it?" I sat on Hong Zhuo's bed and asked in surprise.

  "No way, because I'm a doctor." Hong Zhuo poured me a glass of water.

  "Are you a doctor? But that's not right, aren't doctors supposed to be rich?" I thought of the chief physicians at my dad's hospital, weren't they all driving Mercedes and BMWs?"

  "As a doctor, I only cure diseases and save people, not to get rich or wealthy. Using medical skills to make money is immoral. Although I, Hong Zhuo, am not talented, I also want to get rich, but doing anything must be done with a clear conscience." Hong Zhuo smiled at me.

  I originally thought this guy was just a coward, but after hearing him say that, my good impression of him suddenly increased. I was about to speak when I saw an old book on his bedside table with only one character on the cover: Medicine!

  Medical book!