Farmland

The money was worth the same as the missing grain.

The county magistrate and the others understood as well. This must have been payment for the grain left behind by the immortal when he departed.

Seeing this, the county magistrate sighed, then fixed his gaze on the merchants. "You kept your grain at home and refused to take it out. While that does not violate the laws and regulations of our Great Tang Dynasty, it does go against the people's hearts. Fortunately, the immortal took your grain to save lives. But he did not use your grain for nothing—he left you money as well."

"Go to the county office later and collect your money!"

The county magistrate shook his head.

Although their grain was gone, the wealthy households were overjoyed to see that the money had returned.

They even claimed that they would never dare do such a thing again. Now that they knew there were gods in heaven, they would definitely lend a hand if something like this happened again.

The county magistrate did not believe a word they said.

However, at that moment, the Zhuang Family's young master suddenly spotted the middle-aged Taoist in the crowd. He immediately strode over. "It's him! He's the Taoist who was swindling people on the streets back then. Arrest him!"

The Zhuang Family still had some servants. At his words, they all rushed forward to pin the Taoist to the ground.

However, the Taoist had some skill himself. The moment he saw that things were going badly, he prepared to flee at once. He knew some martial arts; these people would never be able to catch him.

Yet just as he was about to run, a sharp pain suddenly struck his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He touched