"True Person, you have shown me such great kindness that Tie Han has nothing to repay you with. I am willing to serve you like an ox or a horse and follow you!"
A simple-minded burly man knelt before Jiang Long. Jiang Long had just saved his seriously ill mother, and he was endlessly grateful.
"No need. I came here only to find the murderer on behalf of a ghost. Saving your mother was simply a matter of fate." Jiang Long wore a Purple Yang Scarf and a Pure Yang Daoist Robe. With phoenix eyes, sparse brows, a ruddy complexion, and an ethereal bearing, he possessed the air of an immortal.
Over the past five days, he had already traveled through dozens of villages and towns, heading north. He was about to reach Bianliang.
Along the way, he had treated the sick, saved lives, and guided people toward goodness. In addition, the Embroidered Uniform Guard's naval forces had secretly spread the word, fabricating a pile of stories about him subduing demons and exorcising evil. As a result, the Daoist known as the "Nine Dragon Sons" had gained tremendous fame.
Before he arrived, his reputation had already preceded him. Once he arrived, he lived up to it.
The civilians did not need him to catch ghosts. Being able to seek medical treatment and medicine from him was enough for them to wholeheartedly believe in Jiang Long's reputation.
He neither accepted money nor recruits, simply doing good deeds all along the way. In this age, he was immediately hailed by countless laboring commoners as a "living immortal."
The local civilians were extremely simple and honest. Faced with such a "living immortal," they naturally did everything they could to fulfill his small and only request.
"True Person, are there really monsters harming people?"